First Flame-RoyAi One-shot

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist
Summary: The first time Roy and Riza meet, what were their thoughts on one another? What sparked the first flame?
Rating:K+. Because Riza's dad is a nutcase.

First Flame

 

 

 

Riza listened through the wall in her bedroom, trying to confirm what she'd suspected for a few days now. She heard something fall, and her father swear, but there was something else. A muffled noise, soft and gentle. It was a voice, it had to be. She listened closer. A boy? It couldn't be. Riza's father never let anyone in the house, so why a boy?

Riza nuzzled into her sheets as the sound of heavy boots tromped up the hall, and she threw a pen at her light switch, engulfing her in darkness. Her door flung open, and streams of candlelight flooded the room behind a tall figure. She sat up slowly, hoping to disguise it for sleepiness.

"Girl," her father's voice boomed. "Get up."

Riza popped out of bed, standing straight in front of her father. She didn't both to smile like she used to, because she knew he wouldn't return it.

"Riza, make supper tonight. For three."

There was another person in the house. But...that means...the candle. Riza moved her head slightly, and stared at what was before her.

The boy was pale, and streaks of midnight colored hair fell over his eyes, so she could only see his thin lips, which were just a shade darker than his pale skin. He was wearing a white oxford, but it was wrinkled and too large, and he had on black jeans, with leather boots. Riza brushed a strip of hair behind her ear, and smiled, but the boy had his eyes trained on the ground.

"Oh, right," the man growled. "Riza, this is Roy."

At the name, the boy's head bucked up, and Riza was assaulted by dark honesty of two black orbs. Roy smiled sadly at her.

"Hi," he said, his breathy voice high, almost trying to be deep, but couldn't. He stuck out the free hand that didn't hold a candle, and Riza reached out and shook it.

"He'll be staying with us for a while, Riza."

She didn't look at her father. She didn't look at anything but those dark eyes.

"I'd get supper started, girl, before we all die of starvation."

Riza sighed, and looked at the ground. "Right," she whispered, staring to walk away, until the boy caught her arm.

"Wait."

Riza turned, shocked.

"...It was really nice to me you, Miss."

She stared for a moment, and smiled. "I feel the same way, Roy."

"Mustang," he replied. "My last name is Mustang."

"Mustang..." she whispered, trying it out on her tongue. Roy's melancholy smile widened.

Riza turned, dazed, going to start supper. Little did she know what she had sparked, would be Roy's first flame.