I have become obsessed with FMA and have created a new fanfiction- which I'm hoping to finish this time round XD I'll have approximately 7 chapters and I'm currently about halfway through the fourth- (although not very well...)
But here's the first part of the first chapter/day anyway
Chapter 1- Thursday
“Ok class, we’ve got about 3 minutes left- I want you all to complete the question on the board,” Miss Higgins instructed with a voice like a drill sergeant. Edward joined the groan which broke out around Central High’s Class 2A and he looked unhappily at the slide that had been projected on the whiteboard.
‘Calculate the empirical formula of a compound containing calcium and oxygen when oxygen is 16.6 percent’. Ed’s immediate grievances were lost at the words and he felt a chuckle rise to his throat as pulled out a particularly useful bit of information from the depths of his memory. Cheerfully he wrote out the chemical formula for quicklime- one of those lovely, quintessential alchemy elements.
The blond to his right eyed him warily, “what’s so funny?”
“Nothing Russell,” Ed replied innocently, finishing the curl of his ‘O’ with a small flourish and pocketing his pen smoothly.
Russell glared and his eyes lowered to Ed’s paper. “Hey!” He exclaimed, “How can you have done it already?”
“It’s just skill,” Ed sighed, leaning back and buffing his nails on his black school shirt.
“Sure it i… wait a minute…” Russell blinked, “That’s… you’re supposed to work it out, you little cheat!”
“WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO LITTLE HE’D BE CRUSHED BY ONE OF HIS OWN BRAIN CELLS?” Ed roared.
“ELRIC! DETENTION!” the teacher screamed back, but was drowned out by the lunch bell and the subsequent stampeding students. Ed, bag and folder beneath his arm, jumped into the crowd and ducked through the door before the angry woman could call him back.
In record time the two second years made it to the heavily packed lunchroom and immediately they made a beeline for a table to the far right. Ed wrestled his folder into his bag, and ignored the glares burning into his back as they crossed the room.
At a table made for eight, nine sat in a misshapen circle and two chairs were waiting empty. Ed gladly occupied the seat next to Alphonse and Russell took the chair two seats up, next to his own brother.
“Hello people,” Ed greeted with the air of someone quite satisfied with themselves.
“What are you so happy about?” Roy Mustang asked suspiciously before sipping from a cherry-red can.
“Nothing,” Ed answered, digging through his backpack for lunch.
“He just escaped another detention Colonel,” Russell provided, although it was slightly muffled as somehow he was already halfway through a sandwich.
“Do I need to ask?” Roy asked with a cocked eyebrow.
“Just the usual Colonel” Russell replied cheerfully, Roy sighed.
“Hey Al did I…” Ed stared down at the box that had been slid across the table.
“You forgot it this morning,” Al told him.
“I love you little brother,” Ed informed him with a grin, quickly prying open his large bento box to devour the contents. Al ignored the gorging beside him and turned to his right, his ponytail swaying with the small action.
“Have we got Maths next?”
“Yep,” Fletcher Tringham replied, “I think we’ve got a supply today though…”
“A supply?” Jean Havoc asked, turning away from the homework tutoring he was receiving from Kain Fuery, “Is it that really hot one? The one with all the” Havoc made an hourglass gesture with his hands, “curves?”
“I don’t know,” Fletcher replied, eyeing the man warily.
“Ooo, I know the one you mean!” Heymans Breda exclaimed, “The blonde one who always wears skirts and heels,”
“Oh Miss Kelly!” Roy supplied helpfully, “yes she is a beautiful example of the female specimen,” he proclaimed dreamily.
“HEY! HOW COME YOU KNOW HER FIRST NAME?” Havoc lamented loudly.
Roy leaned back in a quixotic pose, “Oh, we went to a nice little Italian restaurant a few weeks ba…”
“WHAT!” Several voices crushed over his sentence.
As the group around him got drawn into the discussion, Fuery make the mistake of starting a conversation with the person on his left.
“So er… Major. Are you well?” he asked the imposing man politely.
The major turned his head towards the smaller boy slowly and Fuery realised that somehow he’d made another conversational mishap, “Am I well Sergeant?” the major boomed, “Do my beautiful muscles not sing with perfect health?” ‘Major’ Alex Armstrong demanded, his shirt landing on the head of some poor girl sitting innocently behind him. “Listen to their healthy swell! Listen!” The muscled teen pushed his arm so far into the bespectacled boy’s face it pushed against his nose, and flexed it expertly. The man positively sparkled.
Ed sighed and looked away from the frighteningly common spectacle to survey the crowds. The population of Central’s dining hall seemed quite content to stare at the half-naked teen, they were no doubt enjoying the lunchtime entertainment. However on the opposite side of the room there was someone who didn’t consider themselves a part of the common population; he was Envy Homunculus.
The purple-eyed teen was grinning at Ed across the sea of students and when Ed caught his gaze he gave a mock-salute. Ed glared back and raised a single middle finger in response, carefully maintaining a countenance which screamed ‘I hate you’ at every angle. Unfortunately this only seemed to amuse the other further. Ed scowled and looked pointedly back at his friends where Roy caught his gaze.
“I think the Homunculi are going to propose a fight,” Roy noted from across the table. The words caused an inactivity to spread amongst the group; they stopped heckling, muscle-flexing, retreating so far back that they were almost laying on Havoc’s lap and whatever other activities the group had been involved in. Instead they turned their heads to face Roy, and the dining hall population, sensing that the entertainment was over, returned to its meals.
Edward nodded in agreement, “We’re only two days into the year, I think it’s a record,” he added.
Roy smirked, “well then; we should beat them to it. Havoc, Breda , suggest the old light warehouse on Gaol Street .”
“Yes Sir!” The two third years responded sharply and jumped to their feet smartly. As they marched away an undercurrent of whispers erupted beneath the room’s conversations and the Population realised that the entertainment had not yet ended. Ed listened absently to their excited hisses as he watched his two friends converse quietly with the four siblings sitting in the far left corner.
Lust Homunculus leant across the table to make some reply. Her shirt was unbuttoned, displaying an ample cleavage and a circular tattoo, and her black hair fell elegantly around her face. The two messengers appeared to stammer and Lust laughed at their embarrassment, before stating something quite firmly. Beside her Envy observed with unbridled amusement and Wrath pushed his bento box towards Gluttony. Ed hypothesised that the latter was probably to stop the obese teen from actually trying to eat the table he’d been gnawing on.
“Brother,” Ed looked back at Al, who was still staring across at the table.
“Yeah?”
“I don’t think Wrath even touched that bento box,” he sounded a little worried and Ed had to roll his eyes. Leave it to his brother to get concerned over an enemy.
“Sure he did, he pushed it across the table to give it to Gluttony.” He sassed, aiming to divert his brother’s attention from his distress. It didn’t quite work.
“Brother you know what I mean!” Al replied with some annoyance.
“He probably just saw Gluttony eating- that’s enough to put anyone off their food,” Ed said flippantly.
Al couldn’t deny the truth; after all, he had pushed his own dinner away at the sight of Gluttony’s demolishment of food. “Yeah,” Al looked down at his hands.
“Oi, cheer up. Mum said she was cooking miso ramen tonight!” Ed told him, nudging the younger boy in the side.
“That’s good,” Al replied, his eyes brightening some. Ed smiled affectionately and absently pondered on how much of moron his brother was before Havoc and Breda returned.
“Well?” Roy inquired patiently, his empty can still grasped between his fingers.
“They agreed for tonight after school,” Havoc reported, sitting back down in front of his homework.
Roy opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted before the words even made it out of his mouth, “and how are you planning on explaining this to Father, Colonel?” Riza Hawkeye asked calmly, her hair was pulled gently into a clip but some how it didn’t manage to soften the disapproving features of her face. “You know fighting is prohibited without a reason.”
“Now now, what hot-blooded young man needs a reason to fight?” Roy responded exaggeratedly, his hands spreading outwards.
Riza turned away from him, “One that might just lose his position, Colonel” she replied, her tone deceptively light. She bit delicately into the apple piece she’d just expertly sliced.
“Relax… I’ll just say they started it,” Roy responded flippantly, leaning back in his seat. Riza stared at him for moment before she turned away and proceeded to ignore him, “Riza? Riza come on… they’d only come up with a reason anyway- and isn’t it better to fight on our own turf?”
“It’s Lieutenant,” Riza informed Roy coldly, still demolishing her apple in small, efficient bites.
“Bu… but… I can’t change it now!” the young colonel exclaimed hopelessly.
“I’m well aware of that,” Riza’s expression didn’t change.
“Come on Riz… forgive me?”
“Lieutenant.” Riza repeated smartly.
“Come on- please? I’m sorry. I’ll… I’ll do all my paperwork on Saturday!” Roy pleaded, Riza observed him for a second before sighing.
“Wait for me after Maths, you can drive me down,” she told him.
“I knew you couldn’t stay mad at me for long,” Roy crowed triumphantly. He seemed to miss the smirk that flickered over the young woman’s face. Ed didn’t, and found that he was slightly worried at her ability to wrap the colonel round her finger without the man realising it at all.
“I’ve got to go, I promised to meet Winry at one,” Riza informed her superior. She kissed the man on the cheek and left. Silence followed her departure as the whole table stared at their colonel and Roy pressed a hand to his cheek dotingly.
“…what just happened?” Havoc asked blankly. No-one answered him, but instead waited for Roy ’s response. Unfortunately the teen was too busy sighing to notice.
Eventually Vato Falman reached past Breda to smack the back of his hand against Roy ’s forehead. “Oi, answer the question,” he said briskly.
“Huh, what?” Roy ’s head darted round in various directions, catching the gazes of his friends, “what question?”
“The question where we all wanna know what the hell just happened,” Ed supplied, still surprised.
“She kissed me,” Roy replied, grinning like he’d just won the lottery.
“Yeah but why?” Havoc retorted.
“Oh yeah, you guys don’t know,” suddenly Roy became very smug and pressed the tips of fingers together smoothly. Ed briefly speculated where the can had disappeared to.
“There’s no way she agreed to date you!” Havoc exclaimed disbelieving. He was backed by murmurs of agreement from the table’s occupants.
“…Wait,” the colonel blinked, “…none of you think I could date Riza?” Roy asked, equally disbelieving.
“Nope,” Breda replied brusquely.
“Sorry sir…” Fuery trailed off with an apologetic smile.
The rest of the table also gave their own kinds of negative responses.
“My guess was it was a dare… or a bet,” Falman concluded.
“More likely a bet,” Havoc replied, nodding sagely, “Lieutenant wouldn’t do something like that for nothing,” Roy stared round at his friends in shock, “hey anyone for a game of footie?” Havoc continued, looking away from the colonel and round at the others.
“Yeah I’m game,” Falman replied, standing as Havoc retrieved the ball at his feet.
“I’d never refuse a chance to train my beautiful physique,” Armstrong declared, still yet to return his school shirt to its rightful place.
“Nothing else to do,” Russell admitted.
“Could do with the exercise,” Breda conceded.
Fuery gave a small shrug and a smile, “I guess so,”
“I will, you coming Al?” Ed added his bit.
“Mmm, I will if Fletcher will,”
“I’ll come.”
The group of boys quickly packed away their lunch boxes, shouldered their bags and trudged out of the hall leaving a stunned Roy behind. “Hey! Wait a minute, you damn subordinates! Have you no faith in me at all?”
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