Until We Meet Again

by Kero

Okay, y'all, my first shot at FMA fanfiction, so be nice. This is assuming the movie never happened, and is a reincarnation-type fic. Yes. cough


"All right, this is it. I'm finally going face to face with my worst enemy. I will not lose." These are the words I said to myself as I lunged at the back door. I kicked and screamed and cussed at it every day, but could never get the damn thing open. Today I would.

"Ed, what the hell are you doing?" My manager stormed towards me. "Quit making a commotion, you're scaring the customers!" She calmly pushed me aside and easily opened the door.

"You do that just to make me angry, don't you?" I said glumly.

She raised an eyebrow. "Ed, honey, no one has trouble with that door except for you. I think you're overreacting." She patted me on the head and went back up to the counter. "There's a delivery up here, so get moving!"

I grumbled a few choice words, kicked the door a final time, and went to get the delivery.

My name's Edward. I'm an eighteen year-old, average guy. I'm in my last year of high school, drive a crappy car, and work part-time at a family pizza place as a delivery boy. I've never thought that I was anything special, and according to my father I was 'a good-for-nothin', useless, scrawny little brat' that would probably end up in prison. Guess where he is now. He finally got locked up after abusing my mom and me for so long. Mom and I are doing a lot better now that he isn't around.

So, here I am, delivering a pizza in my piece-of-shit car. I had the windows rolled down with my left arm hanging out, and took my hat off so that the wind could blow through my hair. I glanced at the address scrawled on the ticket. "Hillcrest? I didn't know anyone moved into that house," I murmured. Hillcrest was a private drive with three attractive houses going along it. Well, one burned down, another was condemned because of toxic materials used to build it, and I had thought the third was empty. I pulled into the driveway, got out of my car, and made my way towards the door.

It took awhile for anyone to answer. "Hello?" I called, knocking a little harder.

A young, pretty blonde opened the door. She looked surprised for a split second. "Hello, Edward," she said, smiling at me.

I blinked at her. "How do you know my name?" I asked.

She laughed. "It's on your nametag, silly. I assume that's for me?" She pointed at the pizza. She paid me, gave me a generous tip, and watched me as I got back into my car.

"Goodbye, Edward. Nice seeing you again."

Again? I didn't think I'd ever met her before. She must be mistaken.

"Mom, I'm home!" I called, shutting the front door behind me. I threw my hat onto a nearby chair and headed towards my bedroom. Without bothering to turn on the light or change clothes, I flopped onto my freshly changed bed. I couldn't stop thinking about the blonde girl I had delivered to. She looked about my age. Maybe she's single.

"Edward! Get up and put your pajamas on! I will not have your clean sheets smelling like fast food. Aren't you even going to take a shower?"

I sat up and looked at my mother. "Hello to you, too. I'll take a shower, just gimme a minute. I did just get home, yanno." I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Ed, I really wish you'd get your hair cut. How many eighteen year-old boys have hair down past their shoulders?" She flipped on the light switch, causing me to shield my eyes form the brightness. "Give me your uniform and I'll wash it for you." I stripped off the shirt and tossed it to her, forcing my tired body to leave the haven of my bed.

My mom was a pretty normal mother. She worked in an office and went to church, and absolutely hated my hair, probably because my dad wore his in a similar style. I don't know why I grew it out, I just did. I liked it long. Besides, mom wouldn't have anything to nag about if I cut it off.

I ambled into the bathroom and closed the door. I looked at my reflection in the mirror on the back of the door. I'm not ugly or anything, but I don't think I'm very good-looking. I'm pretty muscular for my height (vertically challenged) and weight (thin), but I don't work out or anything. I have long blonde hair that is either down or swept up in a ponytail. My eyes are large, and the irises are an unusual color. Mom says they're golden. I say they're yellow. Other than that, I'm not really all that remarkable.

I stepped away from the mirror. I turned the water on full blast, tweaking the knobs to perfect the temperature, and climbed into the shower. I relaxed under the therapeutic spray, positioning my head in order to fully wet my hair. No, I'm certainly not anything special.


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