EDIT: I've decided to go through and fix all the chapters in Origins and maybe add some things. That's all.

A/N: So, this is sort of based on stuff from manga chapter 58, contains spoilers.

Disclaimer: FMA is not mine. If it were, Roy and Riza would have been married by now, Greed wouldn't have died, and Ling and Ran Fan would be rulers of Xing.


"Riza, come on, stand up straight."

A young girl with chocolate brown eyes and short cropped blond hair stood behind her grandfather. She had one hand clasped firmly to her grandfather's pants, while the other was curled tight into a fist.

"Don't be so shy, dear. This isn't like you at all."

"Grandpa, I don't normally have to stand out in my yard in my best dress. You and daddy know I hate them!"

"I know, sweetheart, but you have to look good today, first impressions are important."

Riza humphed, but stood up straighter stood out from behind her grandfather. She looked at her father who was standing in front of the both of them. He was talking to a tall man with black hair and dark eyes that looked like the ones of the people farther east. The man's hair was a little grey, like her own father's, but he still had some sort of awe around him. Behind the man was a boy. He looked almost her age, but maybe a little older. He was a split image of the tall man, but his hair was messier and his eyes were darker. His hands were shoved into his pockets, and he had a scowl on his face. He noticed her eyes scrutinizing him, and he raised his own eyes to meet hers. He stuck his tongue out at her.

She glared at her, and stuck her own tongue out in return. "Riza," Her grandfather scoffed. "Manners."

"But Grandpa, he-"

"You know better."

She remained silent and glared at the boy, who continued to glare at her in return. She was torn away from her awkward starring contest by her father's voice. "Riza, come here."

She snapped up straight and walked to her father's side. "Yes father?"

The tall man reached down and took her hand.

"Mr. Mustang," He said, "This is my daughter Riza. She turned eight this year."

The man smiled, and held out his hand, which Riza willingly took and shook firmly, just as her grandfather had taught her. He was a Brigadier General in the military, and so instilled his firm policies into hiss granddaughter.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Mustang," She said.

"It's my pleasure, Riza," He said, smiling. He turned to the boy behind him. "Roy, come here, please."

The boy walked sulkily up to the man. Riza's father turned to her. "Riza, this is Roy. He's going to be studying alchemy with me for a few years, and is going to be living in our home. He's a few years older than you, and I expect you will treat him with respect."

Riza nodded, and extended her hand to the sullen boy. "Pleased to meet you, Roy," She said, a hint of bitterness in her voice, remembering the rude gesture he had offered her earlier.

He took her hand somewhat reluctantly and shook it firmly, much like his father had. "Pleased to meet you, Riza," He mumbled.

Riza removed her hand from his grasp and stepped back to her grandfather. Her father leaned in to discuss something with Roy's father. It was probably that alchemy stuff. He'd been obsessed with it for as long as she could remember, but she didn't see why it was so great. She loved her father of course, very dearly. He had always been with her, and when her mother had died all those years ago, he took it more upon himself to care for her in every way imaginable. Her grandfather, her mother's father, had been with them a while as well.

Her father began to walk towards them and motion them into the house. Riza complied; she wanted desperately to be rid of this infernal dress. It was so annoying. She would much rather be climbing trees in her jeans and a t-shirt than playing tea-party in frilly dresses like all of the other girls at her school did. She was about to walk into her house when she heard a noise behind her. She turned her head slightly, and saw Roy tugging on his father's suit. His father bent down, and said something to his father that Riza only just managed to hear.

"Dad, do I have to stay?"

"Roy, you were the one who begged me to get you an alchemy teacher."

"I know, I know, but there's an annoying girl here. She's the only kid, and I won't be able to do anyting! She'll probably make me play dress up and tea parties and stuff."

"Young man, Mr. Hawkeye is the best alchemist in the area. His techniques are exquisite, and he can help you learn things you can't from those books. I don't want a single complaint out of you because he happens to have a daughter. Is that clear?"

There was a pause, and then a small 'yes sir' from Roy.

"Good." His father said. "Now, go on in. I'm sure you will be at home here. Your mother and I will write often, and you'll write us back, right?"


"Good. I love you," He bent down and kissed his son's cheek, who quickly wiped it off, mortified. "Dad," he groaned.

His father laughed, handed him his suitcase, and walked back down the front walk into the waiting cab. Roy didn't even look back, and walked up the steps to the house. He noticed Riza looking at him.

"What are you looking at, you ugly girl?"

She glared at him, and marched up the steps into the house. "Stupid boy," She muttered.


Riza pulled on some jeans and sighed contentedly. "Thank god I don't have to wear that dress any more!" She said to no one in particular. She pulled on a grey t-shirt, and put on her red baseball cap, and grabbed her slingshot and shoved it in her back pocket.

She was in her room. Solitude. She thought she would be spending more time here now. Roy had the guest room that was unfortunately right across the hallway from her. She wanted to avoid him as much as possible.

She walked over to the window and opened it, climbed out on the ledge, and grabbed the tree branch of the old sycamore that was right out side her room and swung herself into it's branches. She loved having that tree there. She used to always climb out this way whenever she and her father had a fight and run into the field behind her house. Even though she lived close to Central, her father had a house on the outskirts, and so their hose was pretty secluded. Their nearest neighbor was a couple of blocks away.

She shimmied carefully down the tree, avoiding a few cuts and bruises. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she took off running in the direction of the field in the back. There was also a small creek that ran near her house, and she felt like fishing.

Riza stuck her hands in her pockets, and wandered in the field, looking for a good stick to use. Her eyes caught sight of a particularly good-looking one, and she bent down to pick it up. It was about as tall as her, so she snapped off a small portion. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a length of twine, and tied it to the stick.

"Now we need some worms," She said to herself. She wandered closer to the creek until she found some dirt that was pretty soft. She sat down, and started digging at it with a small stick on the ground. The dirt fell away easily, and she pushed it aside with her hands. She saw what she was looking for, and stuck her hands into the mud and pulled out a particularly fat earthworm. She smiled, and began to stand up.

"What are you doing?"

She turned around. Roy was standing there. Did he follow her out here? Boys were so weird. "I'm getting worms for fishing, what does it look like?" She said swiftly and turned her back, and marched up to the creek, and sat down on a rock.

"I thought girls didn't like getting their hands dirty."

She turned and glared at him. "What, are we not allowed?"

He shrugged and stood there silently.

Riza focused back on what she was doing and tied the worm to the sting. It squirmed there, and she held her homemade pole out over the water. The current tugged slightly on the string, but it wasn't so strong that it completely floated away.

"You won't catch anything without a hook."

"I don't care." She snapped.

He was silent. Riza didn't bother to look back, but she hoped he'd gotten bored and had gone back inside. A few small fish swan cautiously up to the worm, but none really touched it. She moved the pull back and forth, watching her small following pursue the bait. A crawdad poked out from under the rock and latched onto the worm. Riza yanked it out of the water, and carefully removed her prize. "Wow!" She exclaimed, fingering the small crustacean and poking it with her fingers.

"Those pinch, you know."

He was still there. She set her stick down, and stood up and turned to face him. "Don't you have alchemy or something to be studying?"

"No. Your dad said I could have tonight free."

"Well then go somewhere else. I thought you didn't like girls."

"There's nothing else to do."

"Well then find something."

She sat back down and picked up her rod. Roy wandered back and forth behind her for a couple of minutes. "This is boring."

Riza rolled her eyes. "You're the one who wanted to be out here!"

He kicked some dirt in her direction.

"Why do you have a slingshot?"

"Because I like it."

"Can you shoot anything?"

"Probably better than you can."

"Do you shoot animals?"

"No. I shoot targets my grandfather gave me."

"How far away can you hit them?"

"Pretty far."

"I bet I can go farther."

"I bet you can't."

"I bet you I can."

"You're on," Riza said standing up. She set her pole down where she could find it again and returned the crawdad to the water.

"You have to let me use your slingshot."

"I don't care, I'll beat you anyways."

"Nuh uh,"

"Yeah huh!"

"So where are the targets?"

"On those two trees over there."

"Let's go, then."

They marched over to the trees, and Roy looked at the targets.

"So what do you shoot them with?"

"Pieces of chalk, so I can see where I hit." She reached into the nook of a tree and pulled out two pieces of chalk, one red, and one blue. She broke off a pebble-sized piece from each, and handed the red one to Roy. "There. Go back from wherever you want and shoot the target."

"I want blue."

She glared, but ceded the chalk to him. "Fine, take it. Now go shoot."

Roy stuck his tongue out at her, and marched back thirty feet from the target. He carefully aimed the slingshot, and let it fly. There was a crack as it collided with the tree, and a blue smear was seen slightly off center.

"Beat that, you stupid girl!" He called from where he stood. Riza growled, walked up to him, snatched her slingshot, and proceeded to walk fifteen feet farther back than he was.

"You can't make that." He jeered.

"Watch me."

She raised the slingshot to eye level, and pulled back the rubbed band between the two prongs. Carefully, she slipped the red chalk piece inside, and narrowed one eye. She measured the distance to the target, pulled back the band some more for good measure, and sent the chalk sailing. A small thud was heard. Roy began to run to the tree. She ran after him, and skidded to a halt by the target.

On the target, a piece of red oblivion was all that was left of the chalk. It was a perfect circle, dead center.

Roy stared at for a moment. He looked at her, then back at the tree, and at her again. "Lucky shot," he said.

"Was not, I'm just better than you."

"You are not!"

"I am so!"

"You're a girl!"

"So? You want to fight over it?"

"I'm not afraid to hit a girl!"

"Neither am I!"

"Are you calling me a girl?"

"You called me one!"

With that, she took off running back to the house, looked over her shoulder, and stuck her tongue out once more. He took off after, both yelling at one another, all the way back to the house.


Brigadier General Grumman looked out the upstairs window at the two children running after each other and yelling in the back yard.

"So," he said, turning to his son in law. "Shall we call the Mustang's and arrange a dowry?"

Mr. Hawkeye just chuckled.



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