Hey guys. Sorry if that first chapter bored you again. It was intro stuff. ANYWAYS, things begin to pick up from this chapter on. I hope you enjoy:)
Disclaimer: I do not own the FMA characters in any type of way...Unless I was paid a billion dollars. Then I might own them...Just kidding.
The instant I saw Roy, I quickly turned to Izumi, questioning. Izumi just smirked, and all of the sudden a realization dawned on me in why that smirk looked so similar. Izumi Curtis and Roy Mustang were half-siblings. It suddnely all made sense, in how easily Izumi attacked Roy at school without reason, why Roy never dated famous trouble-maker Izumi, and why Izumi never brought friends to her real house. Izumi and Roy had obviously taken great measures to make sure that nobody knew they were related in any type of way. And they did an excellent job with it too.
Roy, oblivious to my presence, stormed into the kitchen, dripping water all over the marble floors. Izumi, continued to eat, and looked up at Roy slowly. Then, without any warning, a knife was thrown in Roy's direction. Alarmed, I froze up. Seeing somebody throw a knife at their sibling was not something one normally saw everyday.
Once again, to my surpirse, Roy dodged it with ease, the knife barely missing him however, and yelled, "What the hell was that for? The first thing you do when you see me is throw a knife at me?"
"You made too much of a messy entrance," Izumi replied, munching on her food.
Roy ignored the comment and continued. "Of course the first thing you do when you come back home is mess up my rooom! Now I don't know where the stuff I was researching went! And you poured water all over me! I HATE GETTING WET! Do you realize what you just did?"
Izumi washed the rest of her food down with some water, and averted her eyes towards a seemingly "un-cool" Roy Mustang. "Yea, I feel really bad now."
"You should!" Roy retorted.
"No," Izumi started, "I feel really bad now because I've just created more work for the maids."
Raising an eyebrow, and putting his hands on his hips, Roy asked, "Excuse me?"
"You've been dripping water all over the hard wood and marble throughout the house haven't you without even drying off. Thank goodness we don't have carpet!" Izumi replied. "I feel kind of bad because I only wanted you to suffer, not the maids. I thought you would've been smart enough to dry off before coming here. Now the maids have to clean up AND deal with an angry five year old.
Roy bristled slightly, "I AM NOT FIVE! Also, when I first got wet, my first instinct was to MURDER you!"
"Oh, that's no surprise. Just like a five year old," Izumi replied, unconcerned, knowing she had just won this battle.
Roy, unsure what to say turned around to leave the kitchen, "Whatever, I'm going to dry off."
However, just a second before he left he quickly turned back, eyes the size of tennis balls and looked at me, straight in the eyes.
"Riza?"
The look Roy gave me penetrated into my eyes. His dark eyes, for that mooment, seemed to search mine, as if trying to figure out why I was in his home. However, there was something deeper that that. I just couldn't place my finger on it.
"Yes?" I questioned, tryingt to be as emotionless as possible. I didn't want to give on that I was shocked he even knew my name.
After giving one glance at me, he decided that I was no longer worth talking to or getting any kind of attention from him, shook his head a bit, and walked out of the kitchen.
Bamboozeled, I turned towards Izumi, where she was on her third plate of custard cake.
"What was that about?" I asked slowly. It was weird that the "king" of our school knew my name at all.
"Wawawa abo?" Izumi responded, obviously not caring to finish her custard.
I sighed. Although Izumi usually took leadership in our conversation and everything we did, and I was always used to following, sometimes, usually when food was involved, I had to take the lead in the conversations.
"Why did Mustang look at me like i wasn't supposed to be here?" I aksed, taking a seat opposite form Izumi on one of the many counters.
"Because you aren't," Izumi replied, after gulping down her final custard. My look must've been pretty bad, because Izumi quickly added, "Don't worry, it's not like we are breaking the law or anything. My step-dad just doesn't like visitors...Especially those taht aren't one of the elites. If he found out that you were here, I'm not sure what would happen. Anyways, he won't be here for another two weeks."
"Are you sure, Izumi?" I asked. If this really was the Mustang household, maybe Mr. Mustang did have a point. It wasn't right that somebody that belonged to a family in the mid-400s level should be in his mansion. It didn't fit. In the society that our stupid government made up, usually one only kept in touch with those in their social ranking. It was obvious that I was out to of the Mustang social ranking by a long shot, but if I even knew Izumi was actually a Mustang, I wouldn't have even gotten in that limousine with her this afternoon.
"Don't worry! Its fine, I actually checked it. I'm pretty sure that the only reason little Roy gave you that look was because he doesn't know that daddy won't be home tonight. You see, he was originally supposed to be here, but when things changed, I decided that it would be the perfect time to invite you," Izumi explained, slowly letting each sentence seep into my head.
"Then why doesn't Mustang know he isn't coming home tonight?" I aksed, eyeing Izumi.
"Because he doesn't pay attention. He's just as apathetic as I am in this family, with the exception that I took it to another level to actually move out of the house," Izumi explained, getting up to put her plate in the sink. I followerd behind her.
"But if he really is just as apathetic as you are to your family's business, then why does he always brag about it at school? You saw him when you were there last year. He used his power to get whatever he wanted!" I exclaiemd. Izumi laughed, as she put the dish away.
"He enjoys having power. If he didn't do that, he would be looked at by other students like a snob, just like the Bradley kids. You know that all seven of them, when all of them went to school of course, never talked to anybody outside the GEs? They ignored everybody's prewsence, just as if they were just moving statues."
"Well, I wouldn't ignore a moving statue, but what do the Bradley kids have to do with how Mustang shows off?" I asked, Sure, somebody that was actually worse than Mustang and his group were the Bradley kids, but I couldn't help but think that Pride, the youngest one who went by his nickname jsut as all the others did, was different in that he talked to everybody without even asking their social status.
"Roy simply doesn't want to be like them," Izumi replied simply, briskly walking out fo the room.
"But that doesn't give him the right ot just womanize our whole school facility!" I retorted.
"But at least he's trying to interact with those who are below him!" Izumi snapped turning to face me.
"Why are you trying to defend him so much?" I asked, "YOu were always making fun of him."
"I made fun of him, because it's my right as an elder sibling,"Izumi sighed,"But as his sister, I'm also going to defend him, because you've obviously got the wrong idea about him. If you knew who he was, I actually think you would like him. A lot."
I looked up at Izumi, unsure of what to say. She did have a point, being related to him meant that you didn't wan him to look bad. Otherwise, Izumi could easily be put into the same category as he was. I decided to ignore Izumi's final words of her speech concerning Roy, and I decided to ignore Izumi's sudden and strange protectiveness over Roy. I also tried to ignore the fact that this was the first time she had ever yelled at me. But I decided to move on to more pleasant things that ponder on that dark subject.
"So, what are we going to do now?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Shopping," Izumi replied.
"Which mall?"
"No mall. We're going to my closet," Izumi answered, and this time we took took the elevator.
After "shopping" fro clothes in Izumi's closet, I had two luggaes full of brand new clothers that Izumi never wore, but were perfect for me and my style. THe digging through her closet and trying on the clothes took about three hours. So by the time we were done, we were all very hungry again. However, Izumi told me to keep myself from eating, because dinner would be called soon. I decided to listen to her, and instead, we both decided to watch "Mr. and Mrs. Smith." After we finished tha movie, and our stomachs were growling, we decided to start on "Pirates of the Carribean: At World's End." We were halfway through the movie when a loud know, or more like a bang, was hear on the door.
"Dinner's ready," Izumi yawned, and got up to turn off the television.
I yawned as well. Despite the fact that the movie was well pace, humorous, and had plenty of action, I had grown pretty tired. However, after my yawn, I tried to look as alert as possible. I was just about to meet Izumi's aunt, which from what Izumi told me, was the type where first impressions stuck.
We used the stairs this time, simply because Izumi wasn't sure whether ot use the elevator or not, and arrived to a glamorous dining table. Everything was set in place, and not a thing seemed out of place. Izumi entered, scuffing her feet on the carpet, as I proceeded behind her slowly. Nobody was in the dining room yet, except for four waiters, who were positioned near the wall.
Izumi went and sat at one end of table, motioning me to sit to her right. As we sat down, two waiters came and started pouring water in each of our glasses. One of the waiters started, "What could I get for you to drink tonight?"
I looked at Izumi who replied, "A soda please."
"What type, ma'am?"
"Surprise me."
"Ok ma'am," the waiter replied moving, disappearing into the kitchen.
The second waiter stepped up and asked the same questions. I asked for a sparkling drink instead. I had just had enough soda watching the one and a half movies.
After Izumi got her soda, which I could not distinguish, and I got my sparkling drink, the waiters moved back into their previous positions.
Turning to Izumi, I asked, "Where is the rest of your family?"
"Getting dressed."
"What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I said. I mean that they actually get dressd up for dinner. Well, Roy's just naturally late, but Aunt Chris does."
"Ok," I replied, turning back to staring at my plate. I was super tired, and I knew after this dinner I would leave back home, to the comfort of my own bed. Then I wouldn't have to be stuck in all this royalty; it made me nervous to do anything, because if I accidentally broke something, who knows how much it would cost.
Izumi and I continued small talk until Roy came down. Roy entered, reading a book intently, and sat down to Izumi's left, which was the closest seat to the door. He didn't looke up as the waiter approached him, but instead abruptly replied 'water' before hte waiter could ask and continued reading.
I leanded towards Izumi and whisphered, "Is he reading?"
Izumi smirked and whispered back, "Is he dancing? He used to do this when he was younger as well when we had guests. Except those books were story books. These books are research."
I was about to ask on what Roy Mustang could possibly be researching, since there was only so much he could research for an entertainment industry, but a completely new figure walked into the dining area. A rather gruff and rather large woman, with thick dark hair stomped into the kitchen, wearing a fine purple dress and a fur coat on top. She looked awfully moody and instantly glared at me the moment her eyes were set upon me. However, after some sort of recognition towards me, her eyes warmed a bit. She then pulled out her cell phone and started texting quickly. It surpriesd me she was even able to press the right keys with her stubby fingers.
I felt myself slide downwards in the chair, but no matter how much I tried to hide myself under the table, I never seemed to get there, because the waiters once again gcame to our sides to order what we wanted to eat. Having never eaten at the newly discovered Mustang household, I ordered a salad. The big scary lady had laughed at my order and then along with my salad ordered me a steak with rice an vegetables on the side.
After our orders were taken, the lady got up and reached her hadn across the table to shake mine. I got up as welll, and as I lunged to shake it, she quickly pullefd it back.
Taken aback, I quickly hid my hands under the table, only to find her laughing.
"Come on, don't be shy. I was only playing!" she boomed, putting her hand across the table again. I hesitantly stuck my hand out in the open again, getting up to do so again.
"Chris Mustang," she said, grabbing my hand and giving it a frim shake. I fel my entire arm wobble like spaghetti.
"Riza Hawkeye," I answered, too shocked to smile. Here was a lady of high class, despie her looks, shaking my hand without disgust. I noticed Roy glance at us for a second and then continue reading.
Then without warning Chris wacked Roy's head.
"Roy! Introduce yourself!"
"She already knows who I am," Roy replied annoyed, and looked back at his book.
"That doens't mean you know her," Chris retorted, smacking Roy again.
Roy rubbed his head, and glared up at Chris. Seeing Chris wasn't going to take a 'no' for an answer he got up and reached across the table to shake my hand.
"Roy Mustang."
"Riza Hawkeye," I replied, shaking his cold hands. Despite not liking Roy one bit, I couldn't help but think that I was shaking hadns with one of the most popular guys in our Academy, if not the most popular. Not to even wonder how Rebecca would have reacted in this situation. I decided that this would be my first piece of information to tell Rebecca in zero period Monday. I'm sure it would keep her awake in that class.
Chris fell back into her seat, surprising me that it didn't fail. "Good God! It's like you don't even know each otehr! Aren't you two classmates?"
"No," Izumi replied for us. "Riza's a sophmore. Roy's a junior."
Chris glanced at Izumi, her warmth fading. "Thank you for the information Izumi. Was it you that brought the girl here?"
"Yes, it was."
"And why is it that you didn't get permssion before doing so?"
"Because I knew you'd be fine with it once you saw her,"Izumi replied, brushing some strands of hair to the side as the dinner started arriving. "Dinner's here. I think we should eat before it goes cold."
After a silent dinner, Chris wished all of us an enjoyable evening as she had to fly south to meet with Roy's father for a meeting. An uncalled incident had occurred down in the south that needed her signature, leaving Izumi in charge. Izumi was taken aback by the sudden arrangement, but took great joy wiht being given the position. As soon as Chris was gone, Izumi and I headed back to Izumi's room to wash up and get to sleep. It was getting fairly late, and after a long first week of school she decided that we could get some rest so that we could go outside to ride some horses or something.
"But I though I was going to get to go home," I said, as Izumi untied her hair.
"You were, but if I remember correctly, you were saying when we were watching the movies your dad wasn't going to be home for a week and he was on a trip up north. I don't want you going home all alone to no family, so you are going to stay here. Besides, I'd be lonely without you."
"I guess..."
"Comoe on! It's not like your dad's going to know!"
"Well, he's not. But I don't want to risk anything. He might come home anytime," I answered uncertainly. I also had a servant at home, but I didn't want to mention it to Izumi. She would probably bring him over and I knew that he didn't like big, fancy places to begin with.
"Fine. I'll let you make the final call. Which one do you think is right? Spending time with me, like your heart desires, OR going back home to a cold and lonely house that nobody in their right mind would do?" Izumi aksed walking into the bathroom to brush her teeth.
"You make me going home sound like a bad thing!"
"It's supposed to make your final decision easier! Now choose!" Izumi yelled from the bathroom and stuck her toothbrush into her mouth.
"But that's unfair! You know very well that I'll choose to go home!"
Izumi continued to brush her teeth.
"But just because you made it sound that bad, I think I'll stay here for the night. You win," I grumbled and made my way to the bathroom, opene up a new toothbrush and started to brush alongside Izumi. After all the necessiteis were taken care of, we hit the hay.
I felt rays of light shine on my face, ending my dreamless dream. Annoyed, and yet relieved, I immediately put my hands to my eyes and began to scrub.
"Izumi, what happened to letting my sleep in?" I yawned.
"Master Izumi is not here at the moment,"a familiar voice boomed.
I opened my eyes, and to my surprise and horror stood Roy and all his glory. The fresh morning sunlight shone through the window to make his coal colored hair shine and glimmer. He wore casual clothing which consisted of jeans and a tight t-shirt that showed his masculine body. It didn't help that he leaned against the window, flexing his muscles, giving me his well known smirk.
Trying to ignore his features and blush, I yawned putting my hand to cover my cheeks and grumbled, "Why the hell are you in here?" I didn't move an inch, because I didn't even want to think about what a mess my long hair was. I knew I should've cut it. Maybe a cut like Maria's wont be so bad after all. I wouldn't have to deal with my hair in the morning...
"That's no way to greet me! You were supposed to say 'Good morning Roy!'"
"Answer the question."
"It's my house," Roy replied, raising an eyebrow.
"No, that's not what I meant. I meant why you are in Izumi's room," I said, adjust ing myseflt into a comfortable position.
"Because I got bored."
"Why don't you go and play with your friends or go and read that book you were so intent on reading last night?"
"Because all of them are busy this weekend or either grounded. Also, I finished the book last night," Roy replied, stiffling a yawn.
"Why don't you go and sleep more then? You are obviously tired," i tried. At first, Iwas curious as to why he was here in the first palce. But now I really needed to go, and I didn't want to go when he was still here.
"I had a bad dream," Roy said quietly.
"Oh..."I said, unsure of what to really say. I would usually ask what happened, but I didn't really know Roy well enough to, so...
"Yea, so I needed to talk to somebody. And you're the only person here!" Roy smiled happily.
"Talk to a servant. I'm going home." I grumbled, lying back down.
Roy put his face above mine.
"But I want to talk to you."
"But I want to go home. Life isn't fair," I growled. I was getting tired of this nonsense. This rich boy was about to get smacked!
"Then why aren't you getting ready to leave if you're so intent on leaving?"
"Because you're in the way," I replied, rolling to the other side of the bed.
To my surprise, Roy jumped into the bed, and rolled onto his side to face me.
"But you can't," Roy sang, nodding towards the window.
Now I was agitated. First he wakes me up. Then he annoys the crap out of me. Then he does the unbelievalbe and jumps into bed. When I'm STILL in it. And now he says I can't go home.
"Why not?" I asked, keeping my cool and slowly moving towards the edge of the bed.
"Why don't you check for yourself?" Roy said, nudging his chin towards the window.
Deciding I've put up with it enough I jumped out of bed and looked out hte window only to find the ground covered with a blanket of snow. And it wasn't the light snow. It was the snow you could dive into and not get hurt. Or it could be the other way aroudn were you dive into it and suffocate to a lovely death. Something I would do to a certain somebody in the same room as I was in right now.
"But how?" I mumbled, scratching my head. It was only October.
"This estate is situated outsie of Central and closer towards the North. We get snow here anytime of the year really. So in the summer we go to our villa in Central, the East, the South, or all of them!" Roy explained sniffing my pillow. "What type of shampoo do you use? Smells like strawberries. Hey! Maybe we can eat strawberry shortcakes for dinner tonight! Or even better...breakfast!"
I stared at him. So I was stuck in this grand estate...with a moron. I wanted to cry. But of course, being me, I put on my poker face and sighed. Life really wasn't fair.
"Where's Izumi then? Shoudn't she be here if there's snow outside?" I asked. If we were trapped, how in the world did Izumi leave?
Roy got up and started to mess with the blanket. "Izumi ran away."
So...sorry it took so long to update and sorry this chpater was a long one...I didn't know where to stop:P Anyways, please leave a review if you have time or simply because you are nice that way:)