An expirment I decided on in the last little while.
Lets roll with it and see where we end up, huh?

Chapter 1

I have to tell you about this teacher I had. Of course it wasn't only me, twas a class of thirty; I was merely part of it. It was 1934. His name was Edward Elric and he taught alchemy at our local university.

When I say 'our', I mean the girls who occupied the majority of my life in high school. We understood each other very well and our bond was strong. I think it was because we were very conscious of one another. Growing up in the same city, we had all know each other for years so we had become comfortable with one another. We all even graduated at the same time and ended up getting in the same university, Central University. Different courses, except for one, one which we all shared.

That's where we met this vision of a teacher, Mr. Elric; rather, Professor Elric. Long hailed as a genius alchemist who had been stripped of his brilliant talents, the Fullmetal Alchemist was our professor. What class exactly? All the important stuff happened after class, so that doesn't matter.

Only thirty-five and already a professor. He received his degree at the age of twenty five and was teaching the following year. The youngest professor to date. It seemed he was going for the record of being the youngest everything.

Edward held the record for being the youngest recorded alchemist, a fact not mentioned enough. The youngest state alchemist. Youngest member of the military. Youngest humanitarian. And now youngest professor. A hero with a beautiful physique and studded with golden eyes and laced with matching hair. A steely intense face for passionate lectures. A calm, soothing smile for when it was casual time. Truly a remarkable man. It was no wonder we all wanted him. The best part about him was that our grades never fell in his class. Being so transfixed had that effect.

"I'd sire him," Dana gushed. She was a mythology buff who had an odd tendency to vampire-ize everything.

Charis looked like she ate something sour, "that's creepy," she said. She was our only virgin. Not that we identified her by her chastity, we just promised her we would locate a 'lay-able' boyfriend for her in collage (long story, we'll get there). Aside from that, she aspired to become a pastry chef; I imagined she was going to run a business as sweet as she was.

"Only one bite and he'd be mine for eternity." She rested her wooed cheek on a limp fist. Dana was a good person, she wouldn't hurt a fly, it was when it came to her lore that things grew uneasy. You name your creeper and she could fill your head with the most obscure facts about them.

Facts like, "I thought you said vampires couldn't have sex?" I was the pragmatic one, trying to blow a logical hole in her plans.

Dana shrugged, "I wouldn't care. I'd just stare at him until the world ended."

I imagined that to be very boring, "...well, I sat up front. I get to watch his butt as he writes notes. That's enough for me." Pragmatic, yes, but still a hormone ravaged freshman no less. Though I assumed I had no chance of getting with him, that still didn't stop me from enjoying staring at – being taught by him.

The last member of our group was Kendra, the politically driven, social butterfly. Student council president and valedictorian. Captain of the debate team and the swim team; a gold medal for each (local, not Olympic). She was an accomplished student and well rounded to boot. Her reason for hanging out with us was probably the vainest reason I'd heard in my life. Apparently a rag-tag band like us wasn't going to leach off her popularity. An answer truly as obscure as we were. We thought it was funny; probably because it was partly true. None of us cared about her success. I shouldn't say it like that. We did care, but that wasn't the reason we were friends.

During the noon time hour, we had all conglomerated in the lunch room. It was dotted with tables and chairs, in no particular order, and lined with kiosks. They sold a lot of different foods to accommodate the diverse taste buds that were the student body. People from around the world flocked to Central in hopes of getting the best of best for education. We were fortunate to live in the city.

The lunchtime conversation consisted of 'him', of Edward. Finally I broke the giddy palaver that was looming around the table, "I don't see a point in setting yourself up for a let down. He probably gets this all the time." I had a milkshake that day, strawberry if I recall, it was drawing more attention from me than the racing hormones. We were discussing the possibility of one of us bedding him before the year was out.

"But we'll be the first ones to succeed." Kendra had a tendency to make lofty claims. Being too used to getting what you wanted left one in such a state. Delusions of grandeur. She eyed the hall Mr. Elric's office was down in hopes of shooting him a passing glance.

"How do you know that?" Charis pondered out loud.

Kendra rolled her eyes, "Because I would have heard about it. I have quite the network in this city. If any student tried to make a move on him, I'd know about it." She pointed out with pride.

"What if it happened in years past and no one here remembers it?" I counter pointed.

Without a change in her unamused facial expression, she brought her single strap, black, school bag to her lap and half-way tugged out a file, "I used a fine tooth comb and found no incident reports. He's been untainted by other students." She hid the papers away once again, knowing full well she shouldn't have been snooping. "He's pure."

"I'm sure he's had sex before," Charis said vacantly. She was sweet, but as flakey as a pastry.

"I'm sure he's married," Dana suggested.

"He is," Kendra continued, "But his wife lives in Resembool. She's an automail surgeon," she said and leaned in close, "that's good and far enough away for this to work. If we use the right angle, I'm sure one of us can do it."

"I doubt it," I began, "Not all men are chasing tail at his age. Besides, would he be willing to risk his whole career on freshmen?" Student teacher relationships were taboo, as they always had been. We all sat an stared at one another for a few awkward seconds. Unfortunately, by the end of lunch, we had decided to go through with it anyway. Even I joined in. Who knew? We might succeed. Well, one would.

"If you aren't confident enough Genie, you can leave him to us. That'll better my odds." Kendra remarked.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "I didn't think you'd be threatened by my presence. I'm flattered."

She scoffed with a smirk, "As if. He may toss you a pity lay is all."

"Pity? I was the first of us to bed a man. Zip it." I snapped, playfully. Our group dynamic was one that took a long time to comprehend. We ragged on one another in times of competition. It was our way of being playful. I'm sure if any of us thought for a moment that we meant the things we said, we'd hate each other. It was all in good fun.

As these plans were set in stone, we agreed that it wouldn't effect our friendship. Far be it for a man to come in between us. We had been so close for so long, it wouldn't feel right. Besides, what with the age gap, nothing solid was going to come of it anyway. A one night stand, or a fling at best. We segmented and made our way to our respective classes for the afternoon. Dana and I broke off from the the other two and coursed down a hallway our classes shared. "This is silly," I said, hoping Dana would follow.

She snickered, "Me too. No harm in trying though?"

I sighed, "What if he gets insulted?"

"How?"

"With us thinking he'd be into young girls. He's nearly twice our age, what if we offend him?"

She continued, "Play it like you were only flirting. If he picks up, good. If not, oh well."

"That's sneaky." I worried.

"That's what makes it fun," she said as if I should have known already.

I didn't like it. Sure the fantasies were enticing, but I didn't think it was going to work. "I guess," agreeing out of the sheer fact of not wanting to be excluded. My mother rubbed off on me well, so I frequently forwent the more dangerous endeavors the girls went on. This wasn't going to be one of those times; I went against what I felt was right and joined the nonsense. It was rather funny how everything happened too. It's my favorite story to tell. How we went about it all was such a neatly coriographed plot. I'd tell this story a million times if I could.