I forgot to tell you guys, I got my inspiration for the previous chapter from the new pair of socks my mom bought me. LOL. They're adorably designed with kites. 3
Anyway, here's the next chapter. :) I hope you guys like it.
I don't own FMA of any of its characters. I only own the OCs and the plot.
Micha practically ran out of her office in five inched heels. The halls were filled with employees. Some of them were carrying papers, getting ready for meetings and chatting in the hallway. They all heard their boss' little girl's muffled steps by the lush carpet. She looked harassed.
"Excuse me, excuse me! Please, get out of the way!" She was running as if some invisible demon was chasing her. All the employees backed up against the wall. They were all shocked. As she made a turn, she crashed into her uncle. She fell on her ass.
"Woah," Maes took a step back and helped her up. "Easy there, Micha. Is anything wrong?"
Micha was still dazed from her fall.
"Is someone chasing you?" Maes poked his head to look at the hallway. He asked firmly, "Was miss Mustang being chased?"
The employee shook their head vigorously. "NO SIR," they all replied. Maes was kind, but when anyone messed with his family or Roy's family, he was scarier than a dragon.
"I-I'm sorry, uncle Maes…" Micha shook her head. "I have to go. I have some preparations to make!" Her uncle picked her up and she smiled before walking toward the elevators.
"Alright," Maes smiled. "You take care now, hon." He had a hand in his pocket and waved. Micha was stable now and waved at him while the elevator doors closed.
"Bye, Uncle Maes! Say hi to Auntie Gracia, Winry and Elysia for me!" She grinned.
Once the elevator doors opened at the basement parking, Micha hopped in her car and drove put speedily. She came to a shrieking halt once she parked her car at the grocery.
Her butler opened her door. He had a wide grin on his face. "So, what are you making for Master Daniel, young miss?" he asked. This man was always a tease. They both started walking to the grocery.
"Shut-up, Matthew," she mumbled, quite embarrassed. "I don't really know."
The two kept wandering in the aisles "Really? Well, what goes well with pot roast?" the butler asked while pushing the cart around.
"I don't know? White pasta? Red pasta? I DON'T KNOW!" she blurted out a bit too loud. Her voice echoed throughout the whole grocery. People were staring.
"Daisy can make both," he suggested.
"He wants me to cook," she replied, preoccupied by the thought.
A smug and teasing grin grew wide on the young butler's face, "oh really, now, young miss?"
The girl flushed. The butler laughed. It was times like these where it really showed that to the children—no matter how rich or spoiled they were, they don't belittle people who serve them. They deeply appreciated their efforts and for making their lives easier every day.
"Tell you what, young miss," Matthew already had a bunch of ingredients in the cart. "I'll get a bunch of ingredients that I think you'll need and you go home," Matthew suggested.
"WHAT?" Micha shouted. She instantly closed her mouth with her hand. She was always so loud when she was stressed.
Matthew laughed at her, "Pick what to wear so that after you cook, just take a quick shower and then you can just slip on your clothes. I know it takes you at least an hour to decide what to wear if you're going out with him." He smirked.
Micha flushed a deeper color of red. It was true. She was always so conscious about how she looked when she was around him. She looked down at the floor. "okay," she replied softly. She turned around and slowly exited the grocery. Matthew picked up a bottle of imported olives and caught himself smiling.
When she walked in the front door, all the servants snapped up and greeted her with a smile. They all said in perfect chorus, "welcome home, young miss!"
The house was spotless! All the furniture were aligned, the carpet was vacuumed, the walls were washed and the photos and knick knacks, dusted.
"Wow," she whispered.
"You say that as if we don't do this every day, young miss." Philip took her coat and smiled. The table's set and everything's ready! The garden's been watered, the grass trimmed, and the lights are on automatic. Once someone steps foot into the balcony or the patio, the lights turn on!" The butler grinned proudly.
Micha stared at him with thanks and awe. "Thank you," she said to him. She turned to face everyone else. "All of you… Thank you very much," she smiled warmly. "Matthew's going to arrive soon. I just have to choose what to wear," Micha smiled shyly.
Philip returned her smile. "Emily will assist you, young miss." Emily emerged from the fuss and came up to Micha. The two of them walked up to her room.
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Hawkeye was already driving back to the mansion with the two boys in the back seat. They were terribly excited for dinner. Apparently, Lorenz was a close friend of theirs. There was also a point in time where they were neighbors. They were only around three years old back then until the Fritzers moved into a bigger house two streets away from the Mustang's residence.
"What do you think sister cooked?" Al inquired.
Edward put his tiny little hand to his chin to think. "I don't know. Probably something pasta related. Daniel likes pasta," he answered.
"I'm so excited!" Al cheered. "I wonder if she also bought icecream," Al thought aloud. "Or do you think she baked us something?" He shook his brother's arm with great enthusiasm.
"I don't know!" Ed exclaimed, "I don't think she has the time to."
Riza was just silently smiling at the boys. She was fond of them. That part, she was sure of. Hawkeye pulled up in the garage and parked the car. Micha's car was already there but Mustang's was nowhere to be found.
That's odd. He's usually home by now… Maybe he has a dinner meeting. She thought.
Daniel parked his car directly behind her Mustang. Edward and Alphonse practically flew out of the car and Lorenz did the same thing. Daniel was a few steps behind Hawkeye; his hands were in his pockets.
Philip announced that they have arrived to the whole household. He straightened up his coat and took a hold of the door knob. By this time, all the servants had cleaned up and were arranged in a straight line. The old butler opened the door and gave them a curt nod,
"Welcome home."
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The air was full of laughs and their tummy, filled with delicious food. The three little boys decided to go up to the game room to have a Wii tennis tournament. Philip suggested they use the tennis court in the basement, but they wanted to play in an air conditioned room, so he was won out. The two teens went to the garden for some coffee and Riza enjoyed a nice bubble bath in her room.
The bright room smelled of lavender. The light purple bubbles were so relaxing and the music that was playing just added to the ambience. Hawkeye couldn't quite relax so much though. When she remembered seeing Roy's seat empty, she couldn't help but stir a bit in her tub.
"Where could he be?" she asked herself aloud. She looked at the clock in her bathroom and it read ten o'clock. It was getting pretty late. Riza shook her head from side to side vigorously.
Why would she have to worry? She is not his keeper. She shouldn't care. Or even worry. So why was she worrying?
"Alphonse might ask for him," she reasoned to herself. "There's nothing to worry about, though. I'm sure he's just out banging some woman for stress relief." She suddenly felt hot in the face and a small gnawing feeling was forming in her chest. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "There's nothing to be jealous or worried about. There's nothing to be jealous or worried about," she repeated over and over again.
She rinsed herself and put on some clean pajamas. Before she settled for bed, she had to check on the boys. She put on the silk robe Micha gave her and slipped on her fuzzy slippers. Quietly, she entered the game room.
There was a huge flat screen in front of the three boys. She didn't want to interrupt their fun. I'll give them until eleven. She thought. It's not like they have anything to do tomorrow.
She made her way to the balcony to see what the two teens were doing. They sat in the illuminated garden, having coffee. Philip was serving them cookies, cakes and biscuits. Riza smiled softly and thought the same thing. I'll give them until eleven as well.
Once she reached her room, an aroma of coffee filled the air. There was a delicate cup on her dresser with a small plate with a slice of cake, three cookies and three biscuits. She came closer and read the card. "Thought you might like some. Dad's not coming home tonight. He'll be back tomorrow morning. Don't worry ;)" She smirked. She didn't have to read the signature before knowing who had them sent.
"That girl is too much," she whispered to herself while taking the coffee cup and taking a sip.
It's been forever since I updated. I'm so sorry. Thank you to those who still read and anticipate updates for this story. I really appreciate it. I hope you like this chapter. Everyone seems a little out of character, I admit but I just thought it would contribute to the turn of events. I'm happy to see the relationships between characters getting warmer, though. ^^
I just graduated from high school. Woot! I'll be going to college this May. That's pretty early since schools here in the Philippines start at June. Oh well. Wish me luck!
Kindly leave me what you think, please. :D
