This chapter was actually the first one of these I had planned in my mind. I just wanted to write about Rachel's first year before publishing this one.

Roy Mustang: 17
Rachel Mustang: 3
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There was heard clanking and rustling of morning paper from the kitchen 8.15 on the morning when awake were already Mustang's family's father, who was studying the paper, jerking his shaggy moustache every time he found something interesting, and mother, who was standing in front of the stove making oatmeal porridge. And soon the group was growing with one more person, though not with the usual one.

Little feet pattered to the kitchen table and between the yawning was heard a silent greeting,

"Mornin' mommy, mornin' daddy."

The father moved his glance from the paper down to the little dark haired girl who had just come there. The mother also turned from the stove to look at her little daughter.

"Good morning, Rachel." then adding a little surprised, "I see you made it before your brother today."

Rachel stopped rubbing her eyes and looked at her mother with wonder.

"Isn't Roy up yet?" she asked as she sat to her own seat. This question was answered by her father who shook his head.

"I don't think he is. He came home quite late yesterday after being out whole evening, so I guess he is more tired than usually."

Rachel looked down to her now filled plate of warm porridge and reached for a cup of sugar to put the usual three spoonfuls of sugar to his porridge. But before the girl even got her hand fully straight, her expression brightened and she stood up to stand on her chair.

"Can I go wake him up, daddy? Can I, please?" Rachel pleaded with eagerness in her voice.

"Don't go." her mother answered before the father had a chance. "Just let him sleep a little longer this morning."

Rachel puckered her mouth and sat back down. Her father chuckled and folded the morning paper up reaching for his cup of coffee.

"Go ahead, he has waked you up so many times I think it's a time for you to little pay back."

With her smile back Rachel nodded and hurried from the kitchen to the living room and through it, all the way to the door of her brother's room. Back in the kitchen her mother stared scolding her husband from teaching 3-year-old about revenge.

Rachel had made it to Roy door and was already making a decision about if she should knock or not. Remembering that Roy did never knock either she just decided to open the door and jump on Roy's stomach before he even knew what was going on.

But this great plan remained halfway, because after getting the door open and taking the first few steps for the big jump, Rachel froze still. The loud greeting "Good mor-!" stopped when Rachel saw what was laying on her brother's bed.

The Young Roy Mustang startled, his eyes snapped open and he rose a bit from his laying position. The young man looked frightened, like he was surprised from doing something bad.

Well, actually he was.

"Rach…" Roy whispered to frozen girl. "Listen, stay quiet, just go away and do not say anything to mom or dad, okay?" There was pleading in Roy's voice and Rachel couldn't say anything to that, so she just did as she was told, turned around and got out of the room.

"Rachel?" Roy said yet after his sister before this shut the door behind her.

On the other side of the door Rachel just looked down first, face blushing like mad and it looked like there would have been a battle going on inside her little head. Then, without any warning, she took a deep breath, started running and screamed,

"Mommy! Daddy! There's some strange girl in Roy's room!" Rachel didn't stop before she made it to the kitchen where she remained staring at her parents who were both staring back, eyes open huge.

"And they are both without any clothes, too!"

The next chapter will make a little time leap and we will see 7-year-old Rachel. Till then...