No One's Listening

by EvanTheGunnerGirl

Evan and Zubia, Two not-so-normal school girls follow a beaten up child into an alley,Only to meet up with an evil palm-tree! As, sucky as It sounds, It may be pretty good! Give it a try,Please. Permantent Hiatus.Now:Shouken Aida Miuchi

1. Chapter 1

Hello!Ohayo! This is my first story. I really hope you enjoy it Read, Review, and add to your favorites!

Disclaimer: I don't own Muhyo & Roji (brief appearrance) Or FullMetal alchemist. I own Evan, Zubia is her own person. A person loyal enough to want to be in all my stories!=D

This story will seem strangely familiar to What One May Never See by Wandering Hitokiri. That is where I got my inspiration from. Obviously, Im not stealing all her Ideas. I'll try to stay as original as possible, I promise.

Ok! Chapter one up! Chapter 1: Two Girls and a Palm-tree

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"Evan! Evan! Ivanna!" I heard someone calling my name. At the last word, I realized who it was. Still though, I dare not look up from my Muhyo & Roji. "Yes, Zubia?" I inquired. It was 3:20 and we had 10 minutes left in school, and "Can you draw me?" She asked, smiling her adorable smile. "How many times have I ALREADY drawn you, Zubia?" I replied with a question and watched as she counted on her fingers. "This will be the 5th time." She replied bluntly. "Maybe later, we're getting to leave. You're walking me home today, right? Since my house is like 7 blocks away?" I asked as I put my books back into my bag. "Yeah, and don't forget your laptop." She said, pointing to the messenger bag near my feet. "Thanks for reminding me." I said. "No problem, knowing you, you probably would've forgot." I smiled a genuine smile after laughing at myself knowing it was true.

As we neared my home, it began to down-pour. As I pulled out my "Trusty" umbrella, I noticed a young boy with black hair in strange clothing covered from head to toe in cuts and bruises as he staggered behind a nearby café. "Hey Zubi-"I was cut short when I realized that Zubia had already began running after the poor boy. "Hey! Wait up!" I called out. Zubia hadn't noticed because she was already across the street and turning behind the building. "Crap" I said under my breath and began running after her. I dodged some cars and dropped my umbrella in the process. It was hard running against the wind and rain with two 2-ton bags. A minute or so later, I had finally made it to the back of the café. I hunched over, feeling breathless and out of shape. "Finally, I made it. Hey Zubia, how's the boy-""Is this yours?" I was cut off by a male, yet somewhat feminine, voice. I looked up, confused. Until I saw Zubia being held up by the hood of her purple, white and green sweater by a young man with the hair of a palm tree, and what looked like a sleeveless shirt that ties around the neck and a miniskirt. "Does this guy (I think) even notice the rain?" It seemed she was trying to fight the cross dresser, but was completely failing. The young boy was nowhere to be seen. "Yes, she is. Now can you please put her down? There are politer ways of handling women." I said, slightly agitated. He dropped Zubia like a sack O' Potatoes onto the wet pavement. "I'm guessing you listened to nothing I just said?" I asked. I know Mom and Dad say don't talk to strangers, but this douche was getting on my last nerve. "Oh no, I heard you, quite well, in fact, despite the wind and rain," He replied. "Oh, so he did notice the rain." I thought. "I just chose not to listen to you." He finished with a satisfied smirk. He looks as though he was trying to get me mad. Well, he's gonna get exactly what he wants.

"You may want to try that skill now, you trannie." I said. I smiled at his flustered expression once he comprehended the situation. "What did you call me you crazy Bish?!" He shouted. "She called you a trannie, you cross-dresser." Zubia said casually as she walked to my side. She took the words right out of my mouth. But, I still had more to add. It was on. "Oh Zubia, what's the point? The cross dressing Palm-tree is obviously hard-of-hearing." I told her innocently. "I am NOT a Palm-Tree!! I'm not a cross dresser either!!" It seemed he didn't like to be called a palm-tree. "Couldn't fool me." I said under my breath, but loud enough for only Zubia to hear. She giggled and replied, "Either he's blind, as well as hard-of-hearing, or we're in the part of town where it's OK for guys to wear skirts without being gay." As we laughed and giggled, we hadn't noticed how steamed Mr. Palm-Tree was getting. "You," Zubia and I turned to see Palm-Tree running towards us. "Are," We felt what was about to happen and turned to run. "Sooooo," We looked up as we ran to see him flipping over us. "Dead.", He finished as he landed in front of us, a smirk gracing his face. He grabbed Zubia by the neck and flung her into a dumpster far behind where we stood. I turned to see if she was alright, but knew what was going to happen when I felt something grab my blue-black sweater, causing both of my bags to fall on the floor. "You got something smart to say about me now, bitch?" He said with a smile. He looked as though he thought he won. "Two things, actually. First off, watch your language, secondly, I guess you aren't as blind as I thought, seeing as you knew where I was enough to grab me in the center my sweater." I said with false innocence. But, I still had one thing up my sleeve. "You may not be as blind as I thought, but I can fix that." I finished with a smirk as I jabbed him in the eyes. Now anyone who knows me would know that my nails, no matter how many times I clip them, will continue to be extremely sharp. Boy, I felt bad for anyone who had a run in with those sharp nails o' mine. I got the reaction I wanted, him letting go of my sweater to hold his eyes. I wasted no time. As soon as I hit the floor, I hopped up onto my feet, grabbed the closest thing next to me (My computer bag), Socked palm-tree in the head, causing him to crash into the back of the café, and rushed to Zubia's side.

I had no time to speak as I noticed that the palm-tree was standing and seemed to be regaining his eyesight. The fact that he seemed to be glaring at me was a dead giveaway. No, he wasn't glaring at Zubia and I, He was just glaring at me. "This is just great. He's got his sights set on me now. At least Zubia's safe, for now." I thought. "Come on Zubia! We must run!" I said loudly. I shock her to wake her from her daze. When she started coming to, I grabbed her arm and ran out out of the alley.