Lovely rebel
Rating: NC-17/MA (Though the lemons won't be posted here. Therefore the Rating for here stands at R/M)
Pairing(s)/Threesome: Ed/Greed, later there will be Ed/Roy which will finally lead up to Ed/Greed/Roy. Oh, and I even managed to squeeze in past Roy/Ed XD There are also hints at past Al/Winry
Warnings: angst, sap, AT, lemons, Ed's mouth, humor, trying to sound as if I understand alchemy XD
Word Count Chapter: 3.099
Summary: Ed's brother puts him on a boarding school after having had to deal with him one time too often.
Thanks: To anime_gal22 (lj) and lectawindwalker (lj and ) for the amazing Beta jobs they did on this! *hugs them both*
Author's Note: This was written for greedy_lover (lj) for winning my 'Monthly ff'-quiz last August and September on lj(and yes, I'm well aware that that is kind of at a stand-still... ^^;;).
Her prompt was Ed/Greed in High School or College but, seeing that I'm not much for writing AU's (or was... seems like a lot has changed ever since I started this), I didn't go with AU but with AT – meaning we're still in Amestris, only roughly about 100 years in the future. Also, it morphed a bit (like crazy more like it... ^^;;), so that it actually turned into her OT3. Ed and Greed are both 17 at the beginning of the fic, with Greed being a few months older than Ed (I'll only mention Ed's birthday though, so everyone can guess that Greed's will be sometime in between). Roy, who will only get into the story later on will be in his early twenties – probably around 22 .
Also to note is that Ed's brother isn't Alphonse in here. His brother is older than him and named Max.
As for the length of the chapters: The length will vary, seeing that I'll try to cut them in logical places. The only thing I can say for sure already is that the lemons (of which there are some) will stand as chapters of their own and WON'T get posted here. You can find a link in my profile that leads you to my FF Master List on LJ. You can easily read the lemons there. I'll make a note at the end of every chapter before a lemon, so you won't miss it. Also, I won't post here the week the lemon is due, so you'll get a second hint. That was done because doesn't allow for explicit mature content. I know that there are some writers who don't care and post their lemons anyway, but I won't do that.

I'll post this story weekly (every Sunday), until I'm going to run out of chapters (which should take quite some time. And hopefully until then I'll have the rest finished)
That said - enjoy! ^__^

Lovely Rebel

"Class, from today on we have a new student – Edward Elric. Edward, please take the seat beside George. And remember: While we have alchemy classes at this school, the use of alchemy outside of these classes is strictly forbidden. Even for you."

Edward looked bored as he went over to the designated seat, waving a hand to show that he had understood, but not making any promises.

As Edward approached his seat, a shorthaired and well-muscled boy grinned at him and held out a hand.

"Hey. My name is George – though I would prefer if you would call me Greed. It's something of a nickname." He wriggled his eyebrows, making it clear why he had gotten said nickname, causing Ed to smirk. He took the hand with his right – the automail one – and gave it a good squeeze, making sure that Greed noticed the metal below his glove. Satisfied with the widening of the taller boys eyes, he let go and dropped himself on the chair, leaning back so that only two of the chairs legs were connecting with the floor, smirking at the other.

"Edward. Though Ed is fine."

And so it started.

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"This is the third time since you came here that you have been caught doing alchemy outside of classes. Considering that you've been here for only two weeks, that's quite the number. Do you have anything to say to that?" the headmaster asked, watching the blond standing before his desk carefully. Edward didn't seem to care why he was here, adopting a bored stance. The man's eyes narrowed somewhat.

"I have to admit that you have an outstanding talent for alchemy – something I'm sure got passed down in your bloodline. It's no secret that you are a direct heir to Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist-"

"Wrong."

"…Excuse me?"

"I'm a direct descendent of Alphonse – Edwards brother. Great-grandfather Edward was gay and more or less married to Roy Mustang. There was no way for him to ever have kids. Just because I look like him doesn't mean I'm like him."

The headmaster cleared his throat and sorted some of his papers – a clear stalling tactic as he hadn't expected this kind of information.

"However, the Fullmetal Alchemist's brother was only slightly less famous than him, so it's still no surprise. But it doesn't mean that you have the right to do alchemy whenever you want. It's a dangerous science that-"

"-that can do more harm than good in the wrong hands. Please headmaster, spare me the speech. I have already gotten it at least from six teachers. I'm sure that I won't forget it until I die." Ed exaggerated while rolling his eyes.

"If you have heard it so often, one would think you would be able to take it to heart by now. But never mind. As for your punishment, you won't be allowed to carry any chalk, pens or pre-made arrays with you outside of your classes. This will remain valid until your teachers decide that you can be trusted with them again."

Edward gave him a mocking salute, not seeming to care about the new rule at all.

"Can I go now, headmaster?" he asked, voice uninterested. Sighing the other man made a shooing motion towards the door.

"Yes, you may take your leave now." 'Before, I strangle you and your attitude' he added in his head, watching the blond go. The boy's older brother had warned him about Edward when he had him enrolled. This school was famous for how they managed to control troublemakers – and as he had said, his younger brother was a first-class trouble magnet. He had managed to get thrown out of four schools before Max finally broke down and enrolled him here.

And slowly the headmaster was beginning to see why.

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"How did it go?" Greed asked as Ed came back to their dorm room. They had managed to get roomed together as George's old roommate had had an unfortunate… accident two days after Edward had come to their school. An accident that left him weary to ever go back to their room. Ed had been so 'kind' and offered to swap with him.

The blond smirked at him and threw his backpack on his bed before flopping down himself.

"The good headmaster still has a lot to learn about me. He left me quite a few loopholes." He grinned at his roommate and friend before sitting up again and getting out one of his alchemy books from under his bed. He may not be Edward Elric's direct descendent, but that didn't mean he didn't share his love for alchemy. In his eyes, it was a pity that he couldn't do it with just a clap of his hands, even though he had heard his great-grandfather hadn't been too happy about the reason why he had been able to do it. He had never bothered to ask for more information though. It has been bad enough that he has gotten compared to him whenever the opportunity arose. Their uncanny resemblance has been questioned more than once, even more so since he was conceived only a month after Edward died. There were more speculations about whether Ed was a reincarnation than he cared for. And then he had gotten the automail…

That was something he didn't like to think about. Max, his brother, had said it was a sign, but Ed didn't believe in signs, didn't want to believe in signs.

It had been a plane accident. He had been eleven and his parents had taken him on a family vacation, while Max had to stay at home because of some big project. His brother was seven years older than him. At the time he really hadn't cared about what Max was doing.

On their way back, there were machine troubles and the plane crashed. He was the sole survivor, but had lost both his right arm and left leg in the accident.

Max had taken custody of him, along with their aunt, Sarah. Both had both been shocked upon learning which limbs he had lost and having known his great-grandfather's brother, and insisted that it had to be a sign.

Sarah, having taken over her grandmother's business, made the automail for him. And while he had to admit that it had hurt like hell, he was glad that he had decided to go through with it. They had given him the choice, knowing how much he resented being compared to Fullmetal. However, in the end his wish to be able to walk around on his own again had won out. And now, six years later, he barely noticed it anymore.

Taking up a pen and paper he made some notes as he read, drawing transmutation arrays and making simple changes to them as he went along, so that they wouldn't be as complicated anymore. Greed had moved toward his bed and watched him work, having learned pretty fast that it was of no use to try and talk him out of something alchemy-related.

"What are you doing?" he asked, watching Ed scribble down yet another array. The blond didn't even look up from what he was doing as he answered.

"The headmaster forbids me from carrying anything with me that I could use for drawing an array or any pre-made arrays. However, a while ago I had the idea of tattooing the most important arrays to the tips of my fingers and I think I should do that now. He can't very well demand that I cut off my fingers after all. And since I wear my gloves all the time anyway it doesn't make much of a difference." He grinned up at him and Greed had to laugh, holding his hand up for a high five.

"That's certainly like you. But how will you manage to get past the guard to go off campus?" he asked, letting himself fall down to sit on Ed's bed with him, carefully avoiding the books and notes lying around. He knew that his roommate was pretty cool with just about any of his personal stuff, but when it came to alchemy he could get pissy.

The blond just looked at him and lifted an eyebrow.

"Who said I'll need to go off campus for something like that?" he drawled, indicating with his hand towards his notes. "All I need is this and", he grabbed ink from the desk that stood beside his bed, holding it up for Greed to get a good look, "this." The green-eyed teen grinned even more at that. While he was pretty decent in his alchemy classes, he had seen Ed in action and therefore he knew what kind of genius the blond was when it came to the science.

Watching the smaller boy work out everything he needed for his impromptu-tattooing session, he took a look at the books lying around. Finding one that seemed pretty worn he carefully lifted it for a closer inspection. Opening it he could see that there were only handwritten notes in there. In handwriting that resembled Ed's so much it could be mistaken as his – if Greed didn't know better. There was a slight edge that this script held that Ed's didn't have.

"What's this?" he asked, paging through the book. The golden-eyed youth only lifted his gaze for a second from what he was doing before turning back to carefully drawing his chosen arrays on the paper he intended to transfer them from.

"That's the journal of my great-grandfather's brother. I'm pretty sure you've heard of him – he was the Fullmetal Alchemist. We share the same name." He told him in a somewhat bored voice, sketching some finer details in his current array that Greed could barely make out.

"You don't sound all that impressed by that. One would think that with your alchemy obsession you would be delighted to have his personal notes," the taller of the two noted, watching Ed carefully. His roommate had the nasty habit of lashing out at the weirdest things, so he had learned to watch out for the triggers. He could be a pretty quick study if he wanted. Something his teachers bemoaned ever since he had come to this school.

"I like the notes – don't get me wrong. But I'm sick and tired of getting compared to him. Max and Aunt Sarah can go on and on for hours about how I'm his reincarnation, and that I should act like him and all this shit. I'm me and no matter how much I resemble him or how many 'signs' there are, that still doesn't make me him." The last part was said with an angry, and somewhat bitter, edge. Greed could imagine how much this must irritate Ed. He had rarely met someone as fiercely independent and unique as the blond. Getting compared to one of his ancestors constantly must be a major annoyance. Making a sympathetic sounding grunt, he paged through the journal some more, noting out of the corner of his eyes that his roommate gave him a grateful look for dropping the subject before going back to working on his arrays.

Edward was really misunderstood. The teachers and most of the other students viewed him as the classical hot-shot troublemaker with no feelings what-so-ever, but they got him all wrong. While it couldn't be denied that trouble seemed to follow him around, he rarely ever looked for it. His attitude could be explained with how much he hated getting swooned at by all the idiotic teenage girls that ran after him all the time and seemed to think he was just 'too adorable' – something Edward had expressed a deep hatred for more than once. Not to mention that most of the other boys just wanted to rough him up all the time to show that he wasn't a 'real guy'. Apparently, in their opinion, 'real guys' didn't have long hair. Though, in Greed's opinion at least, they were only envious that the girls weren't running like that after them. And it wasn't like Ed really let them get away with it. He had yet to meet someone other than himself who would be able to hold their own in a fight against the blond.

The teachers all had had their prejudges, set from the very day Max had enrolled Ed in this school, with a careful warning to watch out for his brother. The dark-haired teen still couldn't believe that his roommate's brother actually told something like that to the headmaster and the teachers here. Edward had just shrugged and told him this was just the way it was. Apparently he and Max had never gotten along that well.

"But that is no reason for him to just shove you off to a school for 'complicated teens' and tell all the personnel here to watch out for you! He might as well have given them permission to beat you!" the taller of the two argued as he heard the story behind how Ed had ended up here.

"I'm pretty sure he would have if it wasn't forbidden by the law. Max has always been resentful ever since the accident. He claims that only because the 'signs' needed to come true; Mom and Dad had to die. Which is absolute bullshit, but he is bound and determined to defend his theory. And the fact that I'm nothing like him pisses him off without end."

"Signs? What signs are you talking about?" The green-eyed teen asked, earning him a weary smile.

"Nothing special. Maybe one day I'll tell you, for now you just need to know that I think it's bullshit."

He remembered their conversation now. They'd had it the day Ed moved into their room and he had explained to him why it had been so difficult to actually get the teachers to agree to move him from his single room to a shared one.

Really, they got him all wrong. Once you actually managed to get to know the blond, and were considered trustworthy enough for him to open up to you, there was a whole other side to him. Yes, he was moody. Yes, he had quite the temper. And yes, he was defiant to everyone who tried to order him around. But he was also way more sensitive than anyone gave him credit for. He had a gentle side that showed through whenever he was reading or doing anything alchemy-related. He was also fiercely protective of those he considered friends, which Greed had seen one day when one of the few guys who actually didn't get along with him had tried to taunt him. Before he could even open his mouth to answer, the guy, who had been about two and a half heads taller than Ed and nearly two times his shoulder-breadth, was brought down with a few well-placed kicks, crying for the blond to stop. That had also been the day on which the shorthaired teen had realized that Edward Elric was not someone you could mess with.

While thinking about this, he had continued to page through the journal, only concentrating on half of what he saw. He liked alchemy, and having the privilege to look through the private journal of one of the most famous alchemists that had lived was something he couldn't help but be grateful for, but he wasn't the geek Edward was. It was only when he came upon a certain word – a name really – that he paused and started to read in earnest, a slight frown on his face.

Ed noticed after a while that the sound of pages getting turned had nearly shut down completely and looked up, feeling that something… heavy was lying in the air. Looking at his roommate to ask him if he felt the same, he stopped himself when he saw the look of deep concentration on Greed's face. It wasn't all that often that you could find the taller teen so absorbed by something.

He only watched him for about half a minute, noting the sharp jawbone, the clean profile and the intense eyes of the other youth, before Greed finally looked up.

"Ed?" he asked, getting a slightly distracted 'Yes?' as an answer.

"Have you ever read this journal?" he continued, not being deterred by the way the other teen was looking at him. To be honest, he didn't even notice the blond's distracted state. Ed, shaking himself from his strange mood, shook his head.

"No. Max only gave me the journals a short while ago, before I came to this school. Apparently he felt like I needed to have them, probably something to do with the fact that he still thinks they belong to me or something like that." He shrugged. "But I haven't gotten around to taking a good look at them all. Why? Did you find something interesting?"

The taller teen just nodded and gave him the journal, turning the pages to where he had started before pointing with his finger to where he wanted Ed to read.

"Here, read. And tell me this isn't some kind of weird coincidence." He told him before settling himself against the wall the bed stood alongside of, watching him read. Giving his roommate a confused look and lifting an eyebrow, the golden-eyed teen complied.

… the homunculus Greed…

… having kidnapped Al to find a way to become immortal…

… tall, short black hair, seemed to always wear sunglasses…

…ouroboros on the back of his left hand…

…seemed to be the outcast of the other homunculi…

…nice to his followers… confusing…

…taught me the way to kill a homunculus…

…wanted to be killed by me…

At this point Ed looked up again, noticing that his hands were shaking slightly. There was a quick sketch of the homunculus, as well as the Ouroboros beside the notes, but he was still trying to stomach what he had just learned.

"It can't be…" he whispered, his head turning from left to right in denial. All this time he had refused to believe that he was the reincarnation of Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist. Only to be shown now that his roommate and best friend very obviously was the perfect mirror-image of the homunculus that his great-grandfather's brother had killed.

Greed just shrugged and gave him a weary and slightly apologetic smile. "Well, for all it's worth, I would have preferred to be killed by you too. These other homunculi sound really nasty."

That was where Edward started to laugh hysterically.

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That was part one ^___^ As I already said, next Sunday part two will get up. I hope you all enjoyed! :D