I don NOT own Full metal alchemist this is fan fiction that will be on hold until I have gotten to atleast 20 or more chapters with my Hidden Tear's, high school secreats, and Hello daddy dearest
sorry but it was in my head for a while and I need to write or I'd have a headach from having it stuck in my head so read comment vote fan enjoy :D
They say that it is better to have loved and lost then never have loved at all. But I disagree after my mother died so suddenly my father went into a form of deep depression. He would often stay locked up in his office for hours on end not, and when he did leave it was only to use the bathroom. I loved my father dearly but I could feel him fading from reality he was a state alchemist and somehow he had gotten into his head that he could revive my mother. At the time I wanted my dad to notice me being as young as I was I begun to study the art of Alchemy. I remember hiding in my room with books from my father’s office when he had left to use the bathroom where I studied until my hands bleed from being so dry like the pages off the books that I was studying from. Every day I would come home from the local school that I attended heading straight into my room to studying cramming as much knowledge as I could into my head and when I felt I was ready I used my chalk drawing out the design carefully comparing it to the book as I went. Standing back I admired my handy work before pouring the ingredients in the middle before clapping my hands and placing them on the circle. I watched with fascination as the room glowed and the ingredient began to form a doll that looked like my mother. Smiling from ear to ear I didn’t realise that my father had entered my room and had seen the whole thing. My father cleared his throat starter ling me turning to face him my eyes went wide “dad” I whispered scared
My father had a wide glint in his eyes that I wasn’t quite sure on the emotion he smiled slightly.
“Well done, you really are my daughter aren’t you? Would you like me to teach you more alchemy?” He asked me but it came out more like a demand. I guess I should have realised something wasn’t quite right for many reasons one he was out of his room the second reason he was talking to me usually he couldn’t look me in the eye let alone talk to me the third was he was smiling he never smiled since my mother had past away in fact he never spends longer the a few seconds in the same room as me. I guess I the fact that my father had acknowledge me as his daughter and smiled at me he gave me the attention that I had craved for so long. I guess that is how you learn from the past mistakes that have been made.