Mock Crash

Author: YAJJ

A/N: Hey, this is my second FMA story! And I hope that this one will get more reviews than the last... :/ Anyway, a few days back, on Thursday, my school had to go to this thing called a mock crash, where they faked a crash scene and used voices to tell what had happened before we saw anything, and then actors after the actual crash. It just got me thinking. So I decided to write this. And, to me, it's pretty good. It's all still based in Amestris and everything, but it's in the future, like in our time, rather than theirs, and no one has any military status. You'll learn more about what they do later.

Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned FMA.

"We're only telling you this for your own safety. We're not trying to stop you from having fun; we're trying to protect you. We don't want to have to tell the entire school that so-and-so died because he was driving drunk, you hear? Drinking and driving is probably the worst mistake that you can make in your life, and it'll stay with you forever. Remember that."

Edward leaned against the metal interior of the bus, mulling over what he'd heard in his mind. His auto-mail leg clanked on the ground angrily each time he lifted his foot.

Sure he'd already known all that. He'd been in a crash with a drunk driver before; he'd lost his parents and his leg because of it. Alphonse had even been in a coma for two weeks afterwards. That'd been a nightmare, and what the speaker had said was right. The crash stayed with him since then and it'd never leave, and he hadn't even caused it! He crossed his arms and sighed deeply, blowing his bangs out of his eyes, his long red coat hanging over his shoulders lazily.

Alphonse was in the seat in front of him, thinking very seriously about the mock crash. He had a frustrated look on, his bronze eyes trained on his hands, picking at his nail unconsciously. One of his friends was shoving on his shoulder, trying to get him to joke with him about how stupid the whole scene had been, obviously not knowing that the boy had experienced such an accident, even one that was worse. He'd nearly been killed in said accident. He just ignored the ignorant teen. He turned around to face his brother. "Brother, is Mr. Mustang going to pick us up after school?" he asked.

Edward glanced up at him in surprise. He blinked, and thought for a second. "That's what he said. Hmph. Doesn't matter anyway. We'd be fine whether he did or not." He spat.

Not long after the death of their parents nearly eight years ago, they'd been placed in a foster system, and had been moved from foster home to foster home all around Amestris. They'd been in the East, North, South, Central, and even the far west. The two of them were just lucky enough to have been able to stay together. They were now living in a town in the Northern Midwest area; it snowed heavily in the winter, had long winters, and short falls, springs, and summers. But it was beautiful there. In this midwestern area, they'd been "taken in" by one Roy Mustang- a volunteer firefighter with a full-time job as a defense attorney. He was fairly busy, but they'd been with him for a while and he seemed to care for them. Or, in Edward's mind, at least pretend to.

They'd been with him so long that Alphonse- ever the polite child- had gone from calling him "sir" to "Mr. Mustang" on a regular basis, even "Roy" if he was feeling comfortable. Edward just creatively came up with bastard and was fine with that.

The bus rolled into the bus lot after another five minutes of driving, containing joking kids and teachers who had had it up to about there. After that, they went back to their classes, and Ed and Al obediently did as they were told, if not a little off track the rest of the day.

School came and went as it normally did. Ed was teased for his automail and long hair and odd eye color and loss-of-stature and everything else that they could think of, and Al was teased for his attachment to his brother and every other thing to be thought of. But such was the norm, and they were used to it. With a final ring of the bell, Al and Ed left their classrooms to go to their lockers and get their bags. Then, they'd wait patiently for their guardian to come to pick them up.

Roy came just five minutes after the bell, just three minutes after Ed and Al had sat against the wall to wait for him. They stood, and went out to his large SUV, opening the back door and getting in. Al went in first, and then Ed came up behind the driver's seat.

Roy grinned back at them, and Ed ignored him. Al nodded at him solemnly, which Roy thought was odd. Normally Ed would offer, "hey bastard" and Al would wave and say, "hi Mr. Mustang." He knew that something, though what it was he didn't know, was wrong.

"…Boys?"

...Um... I don't know what to say to you after this... um... you'll find out more about Ed and Al's past later, and more about everyone else and... yeah... so... please review, I guess? I hope that this didn't suck like people seemed to think that the other one I wrote, Those Days After, did. So, thanks for reading I guess. :) This'll be up... soon. As soon as I can make it to be, I guess. So yeah...

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ADIOS! :D

With love...

Ja ne! :-)