Chapter two already. Wohoo!
Roy Mustang: 16
Rachel Mustang: 2
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A black piece of crayon left dark lines on the paper as Roy sat on his knees on the floor and draw a circle and a triangle inside it. Once done he lifted the paper so his sister Rachel, who was sitting across him on the floor, could see the drawing.
"Look at this, Rachel." he said and pointed the picture. "This thing here is the most important thing in alchemy. It's called a transmutation circle. Try it, can you say transmutation circle?"
Rachel just looked at the drawing with blank eyes, then lifted her glance to his brother, who was looking at her with an expectant look. She seemed to think for awhile before finally exclaiming with a bright voice,
"Duck."
Roy's face flushed, but he smiled a little and tried again.
"No, not a duck, a transmutation circle. Come on, say tra-"
"Duck!"
So Roy decided to move on to something easier.
"The main rule in alchemy is that you can't get anything without paying the same price for it. This is called an equivalent exchange. Can you say eq-" Again, Roy was interrupted.
"Duck!"
"Just forget the damn bird and listen!" Roy lost his temper and yelled to Rachel, who whined and started to suck her sleeve, tears already shining in her dark eyes.
"Roy Jonathan Mustang!" came a loud, dreadful shout which made Roy's back hair rise up and shivers rip down his spine. Roy turned his head and saw the only woman who could beat him up standing right behind him.
"Mom, I…" Roy didn't get a chance to explain before his mother picked up the drawing Roy had set on the floor. The woman watched the picture and knowing what it was shook her head.
"Roy, how many times I have told this to you: stop thrusting upon alchemy to your sister."
"I'm not thrusting upon, I just give her some impetuses so it would be easier to her when she one day…" Roy tried to justify himself but was again cut short.
"How can you know what she will be interested in when she grows up? Roy, I just asked you to look after her so she doesn't eat any crayons while drawing, so let her draw. Let her be a child before you start teaching her your own staff." Whit this, Roy's mom went back to kitchen to continue making the dinner. Roy looked her going and then looked at Rachel who wiped her tears and looked back at him. Roy sighed and got on his stomach on the floor. He took a paper and set it in front of his sister.
"Go on, draw something." He said and gave a little smile. "Would you draw something for brother? Maybe a nice duck, eh?"
This brightened Rachel's face. She took the paper closer, picked up a yellow crayon and started to draw a big speck with it. And Roy watcher her working and waited carefully when the blot would start looking like a duck. But when the picture got some orange color on it, it started to look like something else which gave Roy an another idea. He got up on his knees again and started to look through his pockets. A coin, a toothpick, a condom package, and finally…
"Look, Rachel…" Roy said and shook a little case. Rachel looked up from her drawing and listened again what her brother said.
Roy took one stick out of the case and shoved it to Rachel.
"Look at this. This is a match, Rachel. Can you say a match?"
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