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“Putting your alchemy to good use, eh?” Breda teased as he held out his plate for Mustang.
“I would be careful what you say, he’s still got his gloves on,” Havoc commented.
“What’s the point in using a match to light the barbeque, if I can do it myself?” he asked, putting a blackened hot dog on Breda’s plate.
“Sir, I know you’re not happy that you got stuck cooking, but that doesn’t mean you have to burn everything,” Hawkeye commented as she walked past him with a bowl of chopped fruit.
“But I like my food well-done,” Fuery added.
Riza would never admit it, but she’d been duped.
She was never babysitting for Gracia again. “Can I go play on the slide?” Elysia asked, looking between the two adults.
“Sure,” they said in unison, and Elysia released both their hands to run for the playground.
“Elysia, wait for us,” Roy called, about to give chase when the girl stopped.
“Look, a dandelion!” she exclaimed, plucking the weed from the grass.
“Are you going to make a wish?” Roy asked, squatting down beside Elysia. Riza watched the two with a wistful smile.
“Mhm,” she murmured, closing her eyes in concentration.
Maria watched a red balloon as if floated up into clear sky.
A shrill cry drew her attention to a little blonde girl holding nearly a dozen balloons in her free hand. Her other hand was clasped firmly by her guardian. She looked form the girl to her keeper and couldn’t believe her eyes. Not once had Brosch mentioned children.
“Denny?” she called.
“Lieutenant Ross? Uhm, this is my sister, Christy,” he introduced, surprised to see her.
“We’re off duty, you can call me Maria.”
Christy smiled up at her. “Brother thinks Maria is a pretty name.”
Denny turned crimson.
Alex pretended not to watch his sister smile euphorically at her prize. He already knew that he was the little brother, and he would never live anything down, so he might as well let her win this once. After all, he did still have his alchemy and the heirloom gauntlets.
She laughed, almost maniacally, as she sheathed the sword and strode over to where he lay on the floor, faking defeat. “Alchemy is no match for Olivier Mira Armstrong,” she announced, her hair flying behind her with the sudden gust wind.
Years later, he would realize he’d created a monster.
Grumman stared down at the transfer request on his desk. “Second Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye,” he murmured to himself, as if he couldn’t believe the words he was reading were real.
He stared at her picture in the file. Except for those eyes, she looked just like her mother. Obviously, she had either rebelled against her father’s view on the military, or he was dead.
His eyes widened when he read that she’d been in Ishval.
He hated himself for not being there to keep her out of that mess.
Vowing to keep an eye on her, he approved her transfer.
“He’s a sweet boy, really,” his mother pleaded. The neighbor lady eyed him skeptically.
“He can’t be the same age as my princess,” Neighbor Lady insisted.
He explored the hallway, stopping at an open door.
A girl looked at him from her seat at a small table.
She smiled. He ventured into the pink room.
“You’re here just in time for tea, Good Sir,” she declared as shoved a doll out of a chair and beckoned him over.
“Moooom, h--he-he broke my chair!” the girl wailed.
“Oh, Sig,” his mother sighed.
Neighbor Lady glared.
“I didn’t mean to,” he sniffled.
He dressed in the dark, pulling on the new clothes his teacher had given him the night before..
He cursed under his breath as he ran into a crate of alchemy instruments, but nothing seemed to be broken, nor did the noise wake his teacher.
“Homunculus, wake up,” he whispered.
“Von Hohenheim?” it breathed.
“We’re going to watch the sunrise together,” he said as he plucked the flask from the table and carried it up the stairs to the roof. “To celebrate my first day as an apprentice.”
“Is it really that great?”
“Every sunrise brings new possibilities” he answered.