A/N: Hello, this is my first story and I am nervous as hell about the response I'll get. I've already got a few chapters of this done and if I get a positive response I'll continue posting… but at the moment I'm really not sure about this story.

Prologue:

The name Kikei (which means abnormality, deformity, or freak), was given to those born with an extraordinary ability (such as: Empathy, Telepathy, Telekinesis, or Precognition) because they were hated and feared by the normal population.

The fear of Kikei was so great, the Amestrian Government declared Kikei illegal. If any baby born shows obvious sign of abilities… they are killed. While 'Hunters' get paid a reward for every Kikei they kill or capture. Those who are captured are sent to one of the many research facilities… where they are used for experiments… many don't survive through the brutal experiments that they're put through.

It is shown that thirty percent of Kikei grow slightly slower than normal people making them look a couple years younger than they really are and for each Kikei.

To stay alive and free Kikei have to hide their abilities never using them in hopes that no one will discover their true nature. Very few to no people can be trusted to know of their abilities as anyone, friends or family, may betray them. Maybe the only ones that they can truly trust is each other.

Chapter One; It's Good to be Proven Wrong:

Wednesday:

Edward sat on a swing in a dark empty park not bothering to let himself move back and forth more than a few inches. He was only here to get of that house… there was only so much he could handle. He knew he should probably be returning though, it being after nine already… plus he really should treat the cuts and gashes he gotten from that bottle that 'he' threw at him. He could vaguely feel blood running down his face… as well as something else. It took him a couple minutes to realize that they were tears… he was crying. It had been years since he'd cried… he had never allowed himself to do so… yet here the tears were coming against his will. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop them even if he tried, so he didn't even bother… besides, trying would require him to relinquish the wonderful haze he had put himself in. The haze allowed him to just sit there for a while and not think about the hell of his life… this was the only thing that he could ever do to get his mind off of the pain and loneliness he always felt in his heart.

Edward saw a pair of feet come in to view… before the owner of said feet knelt down in front of him. "Are you okay?" the person wasn't much older than Ed, only about two years older by the looks of it. He had medium length black hair with bangs that just barely fell into his onyx eyes that were looking at Edward in concern.

Concern? Nobody had ever looked at him like that.

No longer being alone, Edward couldn't keep the haze around his mind and looked away from the older teen in front of him… maybe if he ignored him, he'd leave him alone. It wasn't like the person really cared. No one did.

"Hey… don't you go to my school? Edward Elric, right?"

Edward flinched slightly… great someone who went to the same school as him… everyone there hates him. Ed couldn't help looking over at the older teen in front of him again and try to place a name to the face… at least this was someone who had never bullied, taunted, or did a prank on him, he knew that much. But he was having a hard time placing his name.

"I just transferred not too long ago, I'm Roy Mustang."

That explains it… he was new. That was why Edward couldn't place his name… Ed could usually place a name to everyone in the school, he had that good of a memory… not that he knew the names on purpose, things always just stick to his mind.

"You're bleeding. Did someone hurt you?" Roy asked.

It was weird… there was genuine concern in his voice. "I'm fine… it's nothing…" Edward responded quietly as wiped away his tears quickly, wincing as his sleeve grazed one of the gashes on his cheek.

"It doesn't look like 'nothing'… and you were crying just now." Roy insisted. Edward didn't move to reply… he usually never even talks to people, but he found it hard not to at the moment when this teen was being so nice. Roy stood up and Edward thought that he was going to walk away proving his convictions…

"Look… my apartment's not too far away; I'll treat those wounds for you. Plus, it's dangerous to be out alone at this time of night."

Edward looked at the hand outstretched in front of him… this person had just completely proven him wrong… yet unlike the usual bad feeling you get when you're wrong, he felt something akin to relief. But what should he do now? Accept the offer and probably have to answer questions as to where he got these… or refuse it and continue to sit here alone. Edward didn't know what to do… so he acted on instinct… his instincts were telling him that taking this small offer would lead to something good; his heart agreed.

Edward took the older teen's hand and stood following him out of the park. It wasn't a long walk; just as Roy had said, his apartment was close. Edward was feeling a little awkward with his hand in Roy's… touch was something he wasn't used to; whenever someone touched him it usually promised pain. Why was this person so different?

When they arrived at the apartment (after climbing a few flights of stairs, the elevators being broken, leaving Edward winded) Roy let go of his hand to unlock and open the door. Roy led him into the apartment and over to the couch. "I'll be right back; I've just got to get the first aid kit. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable." He said before walking out of the room.

Edward looked around… the apartment looked to be a pretty nice size… it had a living room, to Ed's right a long island counter separated the kitchen from the living room, behind him was a door that probably led to the bedroom, and the bathroom probably linked to the bedroom. But that meant that Roy lived alone.

Sitting there, Edward finally remembered having seen Roy, once at school, though only in passing. He also remembered that the older teen was really popular… every girl was talking about him, each having a crush on him. But Roy really didn't seem like the kind to like a whole lot of attention… but what did he know? Edward has only known him for about ten minutes.

Roy walked back into the room and knelt down in front of him with the first aid kit in his hands. He pulled out a bottle of alcohol and poured some on to a cotton ball to disinfect the wounds. "This'll sting a bit…" Roy warned. Edward had known that it would, but it was nice that Roy even thought to tell him. "Geez, it looks like someone threw a hand full of glass at you." Roy stated as he disinfected the cuts. Edward winced at the sentence causing Roy to look at him in a bit of shock knowing it wasn't from the stinging. "Did someone really throw glass at you?" he asked.

Edward stared off to the side. "More like a beer bottle…" it slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it. Realizing what he said, Ed slapped a hand over his mouth… this was the exact reason why he chose not to speak to other people. He almost always slipped up… because he can't verbally lie worth crap.

Roy put two and two together easily. "Damn… the only person that'd…" he trailed off pausing for a second, long forgetting about his hand that had fallen to his side. "Edward… did your dad… do this?"

Edward stared down at his lap chewing on his lip having a hard time believing that this person found out so easily… no one in the last ten years had ever found out about the abuse, yet just one small slip up from him and Roy easily figured it out… to anyone else they would have just ignored what Edward had said not even bothering to figure out the weirdness of the sentence.

"Please don't tell anyone…" Edward requested with a pleading edge to his voice.

"W-What are you saying? Your father is hurting you… that's child abuse and it's illegal." Roy protested incredulously. "Child services should—"

"They'll just put me back in the foster care system and that's not much better." Edward interrupted him. "Please…"

Roy sighed. "Fine… it's not my place to tell anyone…"

Edward let out a small sigh of relief. "Thank you…" he whispered gratefully. As the older teen continued to treat his wounds they sat in silence.

When Roy finished putting bandages on the various cuts and gashes he looked over at the clock to see that it was going on ten. "It's late, you can stay here tonight; I wouldn't forgive myself if you got mugged on your way home." Roy told him offering him a smile. "You can take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch."

"No, I can sleep on the couch." Edward protested.

"You're the guest."

"This is your place. I don't have the right to take your bed… besides I've slept in worse places." Another slip up made Edward wince and look away. It only made sense… this is the most he's talked since he was three. Ed could feel Roy staring at him for a few seconds…

"I won't ask." Roy said standing up and walking out of the room for a couple minutes before coming back with a blanket and pillow. He set them down on the couch. "You can have it your way. Goodnight." He bid before he walked back in to the bedroom.

Edward laid down on the couch getting comfortable… a little glad that when he had run out of the house earlier he had grabbed his messenger bag; that way he wouldn't have to return to the house in the morning before he went to school. 'What a weird night…' Edward sighed, curling up under the warm blanket. This couch was so much more comfortable than his bed back at that house.

Drifting off to sleep that night wasn't as hard a task as it usually is… maybe it was because his heart felt just a little bit lighter than usual.

Roy had honestly been surprised when he had found Edward Elric at the park earlier that night… crying and bleeding. His conscious couldn't just let him leave the blond teen there, so he had offered to treat his wounds back at his apartment. Though he had received a much bigger shock when he discovered that… Edward Elric, the social outcast, is abused.

Roy's first thought was that he had to tell someone… like Child Services… but he had to abandon the thought of doing so when Edward practically begged him not to tell anyone.

'Jeez… what am I supposed to do?' Roy wondered as he laid down in bed. Was he supposed to just sit by and let the blond be hurt god only knows how often? The younger teen's a social outcast… who knows how lonely the kid is… he doesn't have anyone to rely on or help him.

Yet, why did Roy care so much?

He was drawn to the small, effeminate teen. Edward was different than everyone else at school… practically every teen in that school is obnoxious and trying to Roy's attention. It really got on his nerves… no one there really wanted to be his friend because they liked him as a 'person'; they wanted to be his friend because of his looks. The whole female population just gave him a headache… he was struggling to keep himself from saying that he's gay, he's sure that that'd get them to back off. It wouldn't be a complete lie either… he's never felt any attraction to the opposite sex… though he's never felt any attraction to the same sex either.

Roy sighed, Edward was different than them, he knew that much… maybe he could befriend the blond teen. The kid seemed nice enough… and both of them were in desperate need of a friend here.

A/N: So there's the first chapter. Reviews will be greatly appreciated, and they'll determine whether or not the next chapter will be posted.