Roy Mustang's sister

Chapter 1

3 years later: I heard my mother pound on my door, "Reyna! Get up! You need to eat breakfast before I go to work!" I groaned and rolled out of bed, I opened the door to see my adopted mother staring at me with her hands on her hips and a small smirk on her face. The smell of her cigarette smoke wrapped around me like a comfortable blanket, she never smoked inside our house, but she did outside and she brought the smell with her. "Morning." I mumbling sleepily, she smirked at me, "You look like you were dragged through a bush. Comb your hair before you get breakfast." I smiled at her and staggered to the bathroom at the other end of the hall, I walked in and looked at myself in the mirror.

I had the same dark, striking features as my brother did. Curly black hair, dark blue eyes, high cheekbones, pale skin, and a lean figure. This year though, I had gone through puberty, so I wasn't the short, broad shouldered girl anymore. I had gotten taller, about 5'5, tall for a girl, I was willowy and lean, I was very athletic and was a great acrobat, and I had grown into my shoulders. Now I looked normal, not like a weird circus freak. Mother says that's what all teenagers think.

But I wasn't like other teenagers, I had seen truth, I could clap my hands together and preform Alchemy without a circle. Roy knew about it but chose to ignore it, he told me never to tell anyone, not even his friends knew. He said if anyone found out I would be like the Fullmetal Alchemist, I would take the test and definitely become a dog of the military, something he refused to let me do. But I had nothing else TO do, I had already graduated school a year ago with flying colors.

So most of the time I would just walk over to Roy's office or take a train to somewhere for the day, thanks to Roy being the Flame Alchemist, I had plenty of money to fuel my exploring addiction. He gave me weekly allowance and made sure our mother had enough to pay rent with when her bar wasn't doing so well. I spent most of my time with him, living in his apartment and such. I spent the weekends with my mother though, at least at night and in the morning. During the day I walked around, bored out of my mind. I told Roy this frequently, that I'd like to go see Briggs, or go south, or even visit the Ishvalan ruins. He would just look away thoughtfully and not say anything, so I eventually gave up on telling him. It wasn't gaining me any headway.

Today I was thinking about going to a small town a few hours from Central, I had been there before and they had fantastic ice cream. Yet another addiction, specifically double chocolate chip ice cream. Whoever invented it deserved a million rewards, or more.

I would pop by Roy's office with coffee for both of us, say hello to Mr. Hughes, and then go to the train.

I changed quickly, ran downstairs, and scarfed down breakfast. "You're in a hurry today, any plans?" Mother asked as she put more lipstick on, not that she needed it. She probably put so much lipstick on that even if she washed it off, it would still be there. I nodded as I put my plate in the sink and pulled my hair into a high ponytail, it was too long, going just past my shoulders, but it was long enough for my tastes. I nodded and leaned against the sink, "Yeah, I'm planning on catching a train and going to a small city I've been in before."

She laughed dryly, "Every single city near central you been too, you could go farther, if your brother would let you." I laughed, "Right, because he would definitely let me. I'll be lucky if he lets me go when I'm 18." She smiled dryly, "Good point, well, have fun and be careful." I kissed her cheek and grinned coyly at her, "I most of the time am." She rolled her eyes and called after me as I swung on my brown leather jacket, "Don't forget Rogue! And take your scarf just in case!" I rolled my eyes and yelled back, "Mother! I can't get cold! Or hot! Remember? And I can see the heat sensors in front of me, relax, I know when to put a jacket on or take it off. I'll see you later!"

I whistled softly and my wolf came barreling around the corner, that's right, I've got a wolf. Roy got him for me on a trip after the...... incident that took away my sense of temperature. His name is Rogue, he has black with white paws, tail, and a white face with obsidian eyes. He was to my waist in height and was very buff, for a wolf. He somehow always knew where I was and he never lost me.

I ran out the door with him close behind me, I grabbed my messenger bag from a hook before I exited. I jogged through the swirling masses of people, all of them bundled up in coats, gloves, and scarves. It was a bit chilly in the city today, and everyone was still buzzing from the State Alchemist murders.

I snapped my fingers and the world around me became a swirl of heat and cold colors, I could see the red and orange of the people surrounding me and the icy blue of the world around them. I knew I should be cold, the only thing I had on was a leather jacket, not really the best for cold weather. But I missed the cold air, I missed feeling the heat of the sun, I missed everything I had lost. Before I saw the Truth, I didn't really appreciate my sense of temperature, I never appreciated the feeling of the sun on my cheeks, or the chilliness of rain in my hair, or even the feeling of being wrapped in my mother's warm embrace. I missed it the most, or the feeling of warmth from Roy's hand when he ruffled my hair.

I snapped my fingers and my vision became normal again; I kept jogging past people to the coffee shop. Shoving the bad memories and thoughts aside, one day, one day I would get it back. I just had to keep looking.

When I got to the café I waltzed in and was greeted by the usual, "Morning Reyna! The usual order today?" I nodded and replied with a smile to the boy behind the counter, "Yep, and good morning to you too Josh." Josh was a boy about 19 years old, already done with school with flying colors, but instead of getting a really high quality job like he could, he decided to help his family's business and work for the café. He was a great friend, and extremely loyal. Once, when someone had thrown a punch at me in the park, he had 'accidently' poured his coffee on the guy's head. We both sprinted away laughing. Oh, and yes, I get a lot of punches thrown at me. Part of them were Roy's fault, the other half mine. Roy's fault because I'm 'the little upstart's pipsqueak sister', apparently he wasn't popular with everyone as he would like to believe.

I sat down on a chair near the register and handed Josh the money, he took it and looked at me over his glasses. He had a nice look to him, kind green eyes covered with glasses, tan skin dotted with freckles, shaggy brown hair that went just past his ears, a narrow face, and a lean build. It was a wonder that he didn't have girls fawning over him most of the time.

He grinned at me as he stirred the coffee, "So, what's your plan today fairest maiden?" I laughed and leaned forward, "I was thinking about catching a train to a lovely city with the best Ice Cream in the world. Want to come with?" He sighed and rubbed his neck, "I wish I could Reyna, but I've got to stay here. My little sister needs someone to watch her, but next time I'm there." He handed me the 7 coffee's and the bag of pastries, I smiled at him, "No problem, I understand. Well, I'll see you later Josh." He waved to me and turned to the next customer, a lot of people think that we're dating, but we have both said (Him first) that we feel more like siblings.