THE CRAZY SCHOOL YEAR
-The Beginning-
A boy with long, braided golden locks sat on his bed in the dorms. He didn't like staying there when he visited the Central but he had no choice. The hotel lodgings are too expensive. Sure he has lots of money, but he had them limited only on research.
He sighed. It's raining outside. The boy unconsciously rubbed his right shoulder and left leg, moaning. He hated the rain as it makes the joints of these parts hurt. He sighed as he forced himself out of bed. There's no point of sitting around anymore, he might as well go report his last mission to his superior officer.
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The colonel sat at his desk, waiting for his 17 years old subordinate to make his report as he requested. Behind him stood Lieutenant Hawkeye, a fixed stern gaze in her beautiful features.
'Here's the report you wanted, Colonel Bastard,' the boy said in a mock voice. The colonel smirked. This is going to be fun. He flipped through the pages nonchalantly.
'That was a short report,' he smirked again as he saw the dark aura emitting from the small blond and waited.
Three…
Two…
One...
'WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT THAT HE HAS TO USE AN ELEVATOR TO GET TO THE TOP OF HIS BED!' the boy shouted as he waved his arms frantically, coat flinging behind him, veins popping from his head, literally.
The colonel holds his hand up, giving the signal for the blond boy to be quiet. The blond shut his ranting as the colonel got up, holding a folder that usually holds written orders and gives it to the blond. He took it and opens the file. It says…
''Major Edward Elric a.k.a the Full metal Alchemist, State Alchemist is hereby enrolled in the Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry as of September 1st. Your mission is to protect a 17 year old student there by the name of Harry Potter a.k.a the boy who lived.
You will be reporting directly to Colonel Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist, State Alchemist. You will be undercover as a foreign exchange student from the military academy while Colonel Roy Mustang is to be their new alchemy teacher. I wish you good luck on your new mission.
King Fuhrer Bradley''
There was silence. Then the boy now known as Edward laughed hysterically. The other members of the office stopped their work and whipped their head towards the laughing blond, looking at him as if he was mad.
'Witchcraft… haha… and… Wizardry… there's no way… (giggle) this mission isn't true, right Colonel?' Ed tilted his head upwards to see his superior's face but was surprised when he met his gaze. He wasn't kidding!
'You mean I really am getting this mission?' A nod. Ed stared into the colonels eyes. It says,
You're going whether you like it or not. His glare hardened.
Make me. Ed replied, gaze still intact.
This is an order. If you don't go, I'll put you in court martial for insubordination.
That last threat made Ed cave in. He saluted his superior officer as he was given the info on when they would leave, which is the day after that, 28 of August, and slammed the door on his way out. Roy shouted something about not allowed to bring Alphonse and Ed fumed, he hated this mission already.
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-Meanwhile in Tokyo, Japan-
Eight people are huddled up forming a circle at the Seishun Gakuen tennis courts. Each one of them are holding an envelope each, all of them are addressed to their respective holders in a very strange way. For example,
'To Mr. Echizen Ryoma,
The messiest bedroom in the house,
Near the temple,
Tokyo, Japan.'
They were discussing whether they should go or not.
'You sure?' a boy with a stern gaze complete with glasses enquired a feminine looking brunet boy.
'I'm very sure that Saeki wasn't lying. He didn't send us these letters and nor did I,' he replied.
'There is 79 that this is true,' a spiky haired boy with thick glasses suddenly piped up.
'I suggest we call Ryuzaki-Sensei and ask her opinion about this' called a shy, tall, brown haired boy. Everyone murmured their agreement and then the feminine boy picked up his hand phone and pushed a speed dial. After a while, he finished talking.
When they called Ryuzaki-Sensei, she told them that they should go as the school is real. In the end, they decided to go. Fortunately for them, Fuji the tensai made up excuses for each of their parents while they told the truth to their principle. They decided that they would go, in the expenses of the school of course, tomorrow morning to London via the airplane.
-chap. 1-
