"A new teacher? Ed you better behave" Al snapped flicking his brothers nose.
Ed shrugged it off burrying his nose farther into his book. Everyone liked him already, why bother socializing.
"Ya know I will anyway" Ed mumbled he heard the door open.
He felt a swift of warm air follow the man as he walked in. Ed pressed his back to the chair and gulped. He felt very hot, as he watched the man glide and sit down in his chair. He placed the suit case he had been carrying down and than removed his long back jacket.
He than put it on the back of his chair he than stood up revealing his outfit. Black pants and with a white dress shirt a black tie and suspenders. Except he made it look good. His shirt was transparent so you could see his white tank top that was tight over his muscular body.
Ed noticed how deep and dark the mans eyes were, they were like daggers when he gazed around the room at different kids. They locked eyes and Ed got scared, he quickly looked away and swallowed. He never felt this, revealing before.
It was as if that man just looked into him. Like Edwards protective walls had just been knocked down in 2 seconds. The man ran his pale hand trough his dark black hair innocently. It covered his eyes slightly and he sighed leaning against the desk. All of the girls leaned foward in their chairs sighing at his apperance.
"Hello, good morning. I'm Mr. Mustang and I'll be teaching alchemy for this quarter. I will also have a few of you for homeroom. I assume you know your teacher is out because of her child being born. Any questions" He asked clapping his hands together.
"How old are you?" one girl asked as a few others nodded.
"28, any others" he asked ignoring the blinks. He looked much younger than that.
Edward tilted his head to the side and thought about. His apperance is of a 20 year old but he has the eyes of and old man. Wise and bright and full of life and memories. 'He looks 21 but he seems older' Ed thought and than felt dizzy. He picked up his pencil and began to doodle trying to calm himself down.
"No qustions? Good. Than when I point at you say your name and at the end of the week I'll see whos name I get right and who I dont" he said smiling as he stood up straight. He pointed to various people and Ed noticed a pattern.
"Kate Dalesen" A girl said from the back of the room. Without the teacher pointing to Ed he had said his name and he blinked and bit his lip. Al looked at Ed as if he was insane blurting his name out randomly when the teacher cleary stated he would point.
"May I ask how you knew I'd pick you next?" Mr Mustang asked crossing his arms casually.
"You were going in alphabetical order by last names E comes after D, if there are siblings such as the Robertson twins, older went first thant younger " Ed said from behind his book.
"Please put the book down so I may see your face" he ordered and Ed placed it slowly and the mans eyes widened a little bit. It was always the reaction got when people first looked at him. He scared them.
"Edward, I certainly will remember you" he said holding up a finger and Ed scowled and picked the book back up. Al said his name next and Ed gasped and Al looked at him the only one who picked it up.
"Brother whats wrong?" Al whispered.
"I'm just tensing up Its going to rain soon" he whispered rubbing his shoulders and grimacing at the touch. His arm burned and seethed with fire running in his veins that wrapped around his aching nerves.
"No it wont its as sunny as could be" said Al pointing at the window.
"Maybe" Ed said closing his eyes and concentrating on rubbing the part of his shoulder that hurt.
"Are you alright Edward?" a voice asked softly which was now standing infront of him.
"Excuse my daydream, Mr. Mustang" he lied quickly starting the assignment that was written on the board.
He looked at Ed for another moment and than walked back to his desk sitting down.
"2 mintures to figure this out, go" He said as people groaned people began scribbling down frustrating looks crossed there faces. Ed looked at the strange symbols and watched them seperate themselves on the paper for him and than re-arange them in the right order. Or and order that felt right, he than placed his pen down to only pick up his pencil and began to doodle in the margins of his paper. He was still drawing when the teacher had told eveyone to stop working.
"Excuse me, Mr. Elric, are you finished?" He asked raising an eyebrow. Al blinked and peered at what Ed was drawing it was a rain cloud but etched into the rain cloud was a bird and thats when Al realized Ed wasnt looking at what he was drawing.
"Ed place the pencil down" Al mumbled and the pencil shot down on the desk and Ed blinked slipping his hand under the desk.
"What the-" Ed mumbled looking at his hand it was burning and itching.
"How did you draw without looking?" Al asked.
"Al you know I've always been able to do that" said Ed quietly ignoring the glare the teacher was giving them. They than stopped and he asked around for answers the closest someone got to the right thing was being 3 symbols off.
"How about the doodler?" he asked leaning against his desk.
Ed blinked and mumbled something and than went up to the bored drawing what he had written on his paper. He than sat back down and blinked in surpise.
"It appears to be that this answer is correct" he said.
'no shit' Ed thought burrying his head back into his book about a facinating story of a girl who was able to see after being blind since was fun to read about things that could never happen.
" How did you get this answer?" He asked looking at Ed who slowly placed the book down. Fear flashed through Eds eyes which made the teacher blink and than his eye brows furrowed.
"I um, - " Ed was interuptted by a loud clap of thunder and a flash of white lighting. He tensed up and looked at Al who was staring in disbelief.
"Fuck its raining" came a famliar voice that made everyones head whip around . Roy had his hands clasped over his mouth.
"Excuse my swearing, I just dont like the rain very much" He said giving and innocent smile.
But Ed could tell nothing about that man was innocent. He may act that way and appear to be, but he was farthest from it. No one has ever made Ed feel this violated with just a simple look. Or looked this familiar. There was something different about the black eyed teacher that just caught Edwards eye. He intended to find out what it was.
"Well Edward how'd you get it" He asked.
"I don't know" Ed mumbled beginning to etch the bird into the cloud once more. It was a messy lines that cleary made a bird and it looked hurt or broken by the storm around it.
"You dont know? Well thats interseting, did you guess?" Mr. Mustang asked raising his eye brows.
"Yes" Ed breathed finally as a short pain seered through his back side.
"I see well everyone do text book work on page 94 of the textbook. Sorry, I know its boring but I didn't really have anything planned for the day" He said as people nodded and began to work. Ed finished early and took out his sketch book.
His mind was whirling and he needed to straighten things out. He opened up to a clean page and began to smooth out the rigged areas of his mind as his pencil swiftly slid across the page. He loved listening to the sound of the led scratching away making the normal peice of paper into something completley different.
"Edward this is science not art" Mr. Mustang snappped getting irritated by the noise of the pencil erupting chaos in the silent class.
Ed glared at him but still kept drawing this made the teacher raise and eyebrow. Eds strokes became faster and rougher and Ed stopped letting out a breath to see what he had drawn.
A tree with leaves being blown off. He shivered at the image. It scared him again. Its different shades of black and gray made his eyes widen and his teeth clench espescially when he noticed that there was a hand hanging out of a bushel of branches. Ed nearly screamed when thunder clapped.
It caught him off guard and he jumped along with his brother and a few other people. Ed quickly put his horrid sketch book away and sat there staring at the desk until the bell rang.
A few sighs of contentment and the rest of the room was suddenly filled with noises of teens and papers and zippers. School was over and the weekend was here.
Roy remained staring at Edwards seat and than got up and strode across to where he had been sitting. He sighed and than turned to see the boy standing there.
He jumped at those eyes again. They were large and bright. The color was golden and soft and feirce arrupting new emoitons in Roys chest that made it ache, the boy had been through pain an still was content.
"I let the symbols move around on the paper and a write them as I see them" he said in a barely audible whisper and hurried out of the classroom.
The words sounded shrill to Roys ears. Roy had been informed there was some kids with potential in this school from the very smart. But Ed, was, different. He was mysterious and had a different view of the world Roy knew that when he was calling out names in order.
He walked down the hall with his coat in his arms looking at awards and paintings and other things strung across the walls. Mostly art was along the walls of the entire school. The school was for the artists and the musicial and theatrical. As was it for sports and acdemical reasons. It was a highly strict and tough school to get into. Only a select few were here.
'Edward Elric' caught Roys eyes. He saw it on the bottom of one of the paintings.
The painting was of a hand. It was in black and red. The shadows in black and the actual hand in red. The really light parts of the hand were still white. It was being held outwards. It made Roy feel like he was a child being helped up, thats how good it was. It made you feel like you were there at that moment and it facinated Roy as he saw the palm of the hand. The lines of the wirnkles were tiny written words. Roy guessed people hadn't notice them.
'Kiss the world good bye and let your own life float'
Roy read the words over and over again but they just didn't make sense to him. He wrote them down at the palm of his own hand to think about them later. He than heard laughter and walked down the hall swiftly and peered into the glass window and saw a student and a teacher. That student was Edward. He had a paint brush in his hand and was laughing with a an older blonde who Ed was assuming to be the art teacher.
Roy found himself smiling as he watched the boys arm move up and down and back and forth and his face was relaxed. It was as if he was only his hand and he moved freely, the brush controlling his hand. He smiled and slowly faded and fell.
Roy blinked and the teacher got up to look a what he was staring at. her eyes widened slowly and Ed took the painting from the stand and placed it face down.
He plopped down in a chair and Roy watched it felt like his heart was breaking to see the boy so upset. The teacher kept asking him what was wrong but he didnt move. When she flipped over the painting she blinked and a look of confusion was painted on her face. Roy saw it was a women with her hair parted down the side with bangs and wine colored eyes. Her face was round and her smile was gentle.
Her hair was in a sideways ponytail and she had what appeared to be a white band around her neck of and apron or dress .She placed the painting down making Roy get a god look at it. He didn't see what was wrong with it. It was a really good painting. The women looked so real. Like she could pop of the page.
Ed looked up and his gaze locked immdieatly with Roys. Eds eyes showed all of his emotion, he was ready to bawl but he was to stubborn to let tears fall. The teacher placed a hand on his back and he looked at her and nodded when she said something he picked up his bag. Roy was halfway down the hall when he heard un-even footsteps behind him. he turned to see Edward, he caught up with him.
"Hello Mr. Mustang" He said softly.
" Im sorry for 'spying' if thats what you'd like to call it" Roy said gently.
"No, you had a right to be in the hallway. I suppose" he said not looking up from the floor.
"Edward, can I help you?" Roy asked stopping which made the boy stop too.
"No you really cant" he said quietly as he hurried away. Those words placed fear and uncertainty in Roys mind. Was the boy going to hurt himself? Others?