Author's Pre-notes-ness:

Hiya! Welcome to my first published FMA Fic! Here is some information! This fic is AU, Highschool, Envy-centric, Elric and Wrath-centric too, and somewhat dark at least at first. This is the first fic I have written that I think is good enough to be here. Generally inspired by the slew of other AU HS fics out there and my take on just who the characters would be in a school situation. The school, FYI, is fictional. No such school exists, though I wouldn't put it past the government.

Disclaimers, Warnings ect. are located at the bottom of this chapter. Thanks!

PS: The long, Italics areas are Envy's inner monologue as he studies the world around him.

Chapter 1 - Hollywood Died

"There it is again...that sensation. That sensation of being stared at, like a well-dressed monkey on parade. God, or Goddess, or whatever, what gave them the right to stare like that. Sure, I look like a girl, but it isn't my fault. I'm just...drawn to it. I can't seem to help myself. I'm miserable any other way. More miserable than when they stare at me, which is saying a lot.

Look, there's Rockbell. She was my friend in middle school. When I didn't fit in with her smart friends though...we grew apart. Now she's poisoned against me too. I catch myself in a mirrored window. I stand tall, skinny. You can see my stomach in this shirt. You can see my legs in this skirt. You can see I'm a boy, I have to breasts. You can see I'm a freak, because my clothes are all black. You can see I'm a rebel, because I have a tattoo on my hip. You can tell I'm a goth, because my skin is a white as an albino and I wear dark jewelry to contrast it. I love it and hate it at the same time. It's the same way with attention, with my life.

The scene before me is a bleak one. I lean against the window and watch everyone. It's a huge school, too many students for teachers to give a damn. Too much money for parents to give a damn either. There are teens everywhere, dying. Suicide is on most of their minds, homicide on the rest. Kids here will grow up to be what? Just like the rest of dysfunctional fucking America. I glare from beneath purple eyes and the crowd shies away from me and my window. I can't say I blame them. I left the last kid who got near me without my permission in stitches. I shoved him across a broken concrete wall and he got all cut up. It's the only defense I have, a good offense. If they all think I'm crazy, they can't get close to me. I can't hurt them on the inside if I hurt them on the outside from the start..."

The teen ended his inner monologue with a sigh. It was as he had described though, something like a movie. The mass of students moving through the halls of the school seemed to curve further and further away from him, giving him a good seven feet of space on all sides. Their whispers about him always flew around him. It wasn't one of those schools where they eventually got tired of talking about one student. This school was too big for that, too many students. With sixty plus per class and a several thousand student body this California school was huge by any standards.

"It's a government experiment to see just how many little robots one giant campus can produce." Was what the teen often said of his "school"

It was a revolutionary school. It even had dormitories for students who wanted or needed to be on campus full-time. It was like a miniature wanna-be college. It was like a tiny city. It was like hell for most that went there, though. Like anything government run, the school was held together by shoestrings and paper clips. So many incidents slipped through the cracks.

The gothic student got to his feet as the crowds in the hall thinned out with the ending school bell. Still, he was left with seven feet of personal space by everyone around, even as he walked people struggled to get out of his way. He stood about five feet and five inches at his full height, not counting the hair that stuck up due to the headband that pulled it high onto his head. It gave him another couple inches height in appearance. He used a huge amount of hairspray and quite a lot of gel to get it to stick up and then fall down at the sides and in his face. It was his natural hair, contrary to the popular belief that no-one could go a whole school year without at least one bad hair day and thus he must be wearing a wig. The tips of it brushed him at the mid-back. It was obviously a natural black color with a green dye over it, giving it an unnatural glassy sheen and accentuating the teen's bright violet eyes. His clothes drew a lot of attention, too. As he had noted to himself, his shirt was far too small. It was black with a punk hello-kitty on the front and was obviously cut for a girl. He wore a black skirt too of a pleather material. Underneath, though, he wore a very short pair of bike shorts. those were in case he had to fight, which wouldn't be a surprise. He wore a pair of eighties-style leg-warmers that reached his knee and didn't cover his toes a la' Flash dance. His hands bore fingerless gloves with metal studs on the knuckles. They were the kind that could be used, that was another one of his little 'advantages" in fights.

He stomped down the front steps chilly concrete, ignoring autumn's biting weather against his exposed pale skin. He made his way down the unkempt sidewalk, ignoring the people that scrambled out of his way. He stared at the ground the whole way until his attention was broken by a kid who brushed his arm. He snapped up.

"What the hell! You stupid freshman, don't turn you back on me you bitch!" He didn't care if the freshman was a boy or a girl, he used the term "bitch" for anyone. He spun around on the victim, who turned out to be a meek, brown-haired girl. She had glasses and an armful of books.

"I'm terribly sorry upper-classman, I just don't know where my feet take me sometimes!" She said politely, even offering the older boy a smile. He looked at her for a moment. 'Nerd.' his cynical mind pegged her. 'Dammit' he swore in his mind. Nerds were a sacred caste to him, he couldn't harm them too much, and this girl was a freshman. Unless she picked a fight, he had no right to beat her up. He kept his hands off the younger classes unless they bucked up, off the nerds, goths, art freaks, scene kids and gays unless they fucked with him on purpose. Still, the glare he was giving her was unintentionally scalding. In any case though, she gave him a friendly smile. 'maybe she's blind under those huge effing glasses.' he thought to himself as he stood trying to stare her down. He was about to open his mouth to say something intimidating before pretending to "control" his rage and storm off when his attention was broken by another student busting his personal space bubble. It was a blond, he recognize immediately.

"Sheska! Oh my god, are you okay? Come on, come with me. Envy how could you? She's just a freshman..."

"A friend of your's, Rockbell?" He spat her name out like something foul. How he despised the perky mechanic. They were once such great friends, neither one judged the other. They were once both slightly weird, had no common interests but they got along so well. That was back when he was just a little girly and she still thought that was okay.

"Yes, in fact. You need to lay off, your nothing but a fucking bully! Quit trying to be so god-damned hardcore for five minutes and she might have been your friend too." The girl spat right back before grabbing Sheska's arm and pulling her away. The freshman was oblivious to what just happened. Envy wasn't. He regained his composure in time to realize that half the schoolyard was watching him. He recovered, putting on the act once more.

"That bitch is gonna pay for that in blood." He threatened, making it just audible enough to give the illusion that he didn't intend to be heard but allowing everyone watching to hear it. With that he kept moving.

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"HEY! BRAT! I'm home!" Envy's bag flew onto the couch. Something on the nearby bed rustled beneath the covers with a groan. The dorm was small, no bigger than a two-car garage. It had a mini-kitchen, a queen-bed that had seen better days, a couch that was even worse off and a small TV with a hole in the side. There were also toys and clothes scattered all over the floor. The heap in the bed let out another small moan. Envy strode over and sat down, peeling the bedspread back. Underneath a mess of raven black hair could be seen. Large eyes squinted open against the light as they looked up at Envy's smiling face.

"mph...morning..." The boy yawned. He couldn't have been seven or eight. His eyes were the same color as Envy's amethyst ones, and his hair was the same too, if Envy's wasn't dyed. It feel in a mess about the boy's face and back.

"Little guy, have you been sleeping all day?" Envy muttered, running his thin fingers through the boy's hair.

"Yeah...It was kind of cold so I just stayed curled up..." He replied. He turned so Envy could finish finger-combing his long black locks.

"I'm sorry, I should have left the heater on..." the older boy said softly. His voice was completely different than the one he used at school. It was soft, and could almost sound kind if you didn't know the other side to the boy. 'I'm a terrible big brother aren't i...I'm not such a great person sometimes..." He trailed off. He didn't think the younger boy heard the comment.

"Your a good big brother...I miss Mom sometimes, but that doesn't mean your not good enough..."

"I know Wrath..." He began braiding his younger brother's hair. He knew it reminded the little imp of their mother when he did. Sometimes he thought he had a harder time thinking of her and remembering her than his younger brother did.

She was killed two years ago by a serial killer who claimed to be "striking down the sinners" if I recall right. I remember gathering my little brother up in my arms before running as fast as my skinny ass legs could carry me. I remember wanting to go back, but even then I knew. I knew she was completely dead, and Wrath was all that mattered. He wasn't called Wrath back then though...I wasn't called Envy, either. I was N.V. Nathan Victor. I seem to remember Wrath was called something like Bradley II. Mother never liked that name. Our mother's name was Juliette. She was a beautiful woman married to a horrible man with one eye. He insisted on naming Wrath after himself since I was born and named by Mother from her previous relationship with another man I never knew. He insisted a lot of things mother wasn't happy with.

I guess that's when I started calling my little brother Wrath. There was an incident...Bradly the 1rst, His father, was angry with our Mother about something she did raising "his" only son, some leniency she had given to Wrath on punishment. He got so angry he insisted on punishing my four-year old brother himself with a walking cane he always had, a metal one, and Mother told him she wouldn't allow it. My little brother saw him strike her and went mad. He lashed out at that bastard with everything he had in his tiny body. Nails, Teeth, feet kicking, arms flailing, he even bashed his little head into his father's own forehead. After than Wrath would lash out ever time Bradly got near. He would attack, and eventually get beaten into submission, but he never stopped lashing out. I was the one who took care of him back then, after the fights Mother couldn't. I started calling him my "wrathful little imp" and finally just Wrath. It sounds like a name now, to me at least. I forget it's a word describing an emotion. It's just his name.

"You still don't mind me calling you Wrath do you?" Envy asked quietly. His little brother had almost fallen asleep at the feeling of having his hair gently played in.

"Huh? No, dummy. I don't want to be named after that asshole that Mom was married to." He said. Envy smacked him lightly on the side of the head.

"Don't fucking swear." He said with a laugh.

"You swear!" Wrath defended

"I'm older."

"Humph, whatever." Wrath pouted, but could barely hide a snicker under the pout. Grinning at the opportunity, Envy reached over and poked his brother in the side. The younger male leapt to the side, collapsing into giggles.

"Tickle! tickly Tickly!" Envy cried out, holding his hands in the air an wiggling his fingers. He tickled as Wrath tried to escape his grasp, laughing madly. Envy stopped and caught the little boy just as he fell off the side of the bed. He drew his brother safely back onto his lap as the laughs receded. Now out from under the blankets, it was obvious Wrath was dressed in some of Envy's old clothes. A slightly worn black tank hung from the child's thin body, his legs bore a pair of shorts that must have been outgrown by Envy long ago.

"Come on, Clean up a little so we can watch a movie..." Envy said finally, setting Wrath on the floor and moving towards the kitchen.

"They came by again today. I think they are trying to trick me into telling them I'm here..." Wrath said as he began to pick up the messy apartment.

"Who, the campus people? Damn...I was hoping they would give up by now. You weren't scared were you?" Envy asked from inside the fridge. "Leftover potatoes and some frozen chicken-nuggets sound okay?" He added.

"NO! I'm not scared of anyone! People are scared of me, not the other way around!" Wrath denied loudly.

"That's my boy." Envy muttered with a chuckle.

"Chicken and taters sounds good. Anyway, They were pounding on the door in the middle of class-time yelling if anyone was in here to open up. Then they were all like "you know we aren't going to hurt you. We can take you somewhere good. with parents for you." And I just went back to sleep." Wrath said. His brother sighed.

"You...you know...If you ever want to go with them and go into a foster home where you might have a mom and dad again you can. I'll be okay, and I would even try and find yo-"

"NO! STOP IT! I DON'T WANT ANYONE BUT YOU! NO ONE ELSE IS GOOD ENOUGH!" Wrath screamed, suddenly sounding hurt, angry and scared. Envy silently thanked whatever god or goddess ran this universe for soundproof apartments. He moved away from the pre-heating oven and knelt to put his arms around his panicking and now crying brother. He sat there for some time while Wrath calmed down and wondered to himself if this was really the life he wanted to bring the little boy into. Not that he had a choice, but it worried him, mostly...that Wrath could turn out just like him. Alone but for the last scrap of family he had left, and self-exiled over undiagnosed dysfuntionalities and a desire to break society down and stamp out standards. He sighed against the warm little body pressed against his and a tear fell down his pale cheek. 'I don't know how much longer I can go it alone...God, Goddess or whatever you are...please...send me some help...' He wished (refusing to "pray" ) 'I have no faith and no reason for all that i have done to deserve a reward, but for Wrath's sake, please send some help. Please...'

'Please...'

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"Did you hear? Envy threatened that poor new girl, Shessa was it?"

"Sheska. She's one of the transfers from the school in the next town. The one that had that fire. There were like, thirty students from that school that moved here. Poor girl doesn't know the pecking order huh?"

"I heard he threw her down after she got within a foot of him..."

"I hear that he's a manic-depressive and he's keeping a little kid hostage in his dorm."

"Scary...I sure wouldn't want to make enemies with that freak..." All the girls at the table nodded in agreement. The school didn't have a queen bee, but it did have it's own table of preps at lunch. They liked to sit around and talk about the worst the school had to offer.

"I agree. He's such a creep, and a fag, too. Don't you all agree..." A sinister voice crept up behind one of the girls, causing her to pale. Another choked on her lunch while yet another pointed and stammered.

"Che...Chelsie...It's..."

"Envy." Envy finished, reaching an arm around "chelsie"s shoulder. "And I would hate for something to happen to my lovely fanclub so you might want to hold your wandering tongue. You shouldn't speak of things about which you have no knowledge." His voice held a particularly poison edge, probably from the comments about holding a child hostage. He needed to take care of that gossip problem right away. He had no problem with them talking about him, but Wrath wasn't even old enough to be involved and he was already getting dragged into this world. "Watch yourselves ladies." He threatened, taking the girl's plastic knife as she began to hyperventilate under his tight grasp. He turned the knife over and stabbed it violently into the chicken patty on her plate before stalking away.

The room silenced three tables away from wherever he was, and several kids moved out of line when he walked up to the lunch servers.

"Morning, Mr. Curtis..." Envy said with a false brightness.

"N.V. Back of the line."

"But sir, they moved out of the way just for me...it was their choice!" Envy argued, trying to seem innocent. Mr. Curtis was tough, but Envy wasn't about to back down. That was, until one of the only people who ever scared him made her presence known.

"Envy!" Mrs. Izumi's voice barked, causing the teen to jump, though not terribly visibly. "Are you really going to eat anything anyway?"

"No ma'am." Envy replied, so quiet only she could hear him.

"Get out of my line." She hissed, almost as quiet. Unlike many of the other teachers, who either feared Envy or specifically tried to trip him up, Izumi actually respected him in a strange way, treating him like he had reasons for the way he was. She tried, many times, to help him. She also did nothing to damage his reputation, though she would only go so far to protect it if it came to something very serious. Incidentally, she was the only one who knew about Wrath. For some strange reason, she had a soft spot for the two of them. However, appearances must be kept up. Envy wandered away, preferring to skip the meal and eat after classes. He knew it was probably Anorexia or something, which was undoubtedly what kept him so skinny. He ate, but he ate very little and only things that he absolutely loved. Most days he would have one meal, if anything, and that was only because he knew Wrath deserved to have some sort of cooked meal at least once a day.

As usual, he passed through the center of the cafeteria. Rumor-mills temporarily stopped turning as he passed. He moved to his usual table. Alone, by choice though, unlike the outcasts who sat alone because they had to. He noted a large group of students who didn't stop talking when he came near. 'They must be the transfers. looks like no higher-class jocks or preps were forced here from the burnt-down school. Figures, they would put them in a school that had a half-descent budget. The whole lot of them were two and three tables away from Envy's usual spot and he watched them with mild interest. They all looked a little brainy in one way or another. There wasn't a goth among them, but several looked like drama freaks, history or science geeks. He couldn't tell if any of them were gay. He sighed and smoothed his camouflage shorts. they matched well with his olive-drab spaghetti-strap top, which was cropped to show his stomach. He was wearing as much of this type of clothing as he could before the last bit of warmth dissipated from the autumn air. A voice filtered into his consciousness, someone was near his table. He glared around.

"Winrey said she would hang out...I think she and Sheska ditched us to sit outside. Winrey is such a spaz. She claims some psycho she used to know is going to try and kill Sheska."

"That's ridiculous. Well, I suppose it's more believable then Sheska's claim that that janitor...Kibly or kimbly or something...was the one who started the fire at the old school." The other laughed. "Hey brother...where are we going to sit?"

"Um...gosh, all the tables where kids from the old school are sitting are full Al...I guess we are on our own." He replied. Envy studied the pair. They certainly did look like brothers. One was a touch taller. They both were blond...One (the taller) with dirty blond hair cut short but windswept and the other with bright straw-colored hair. As he turned, Envy could see his hair was braided in the back in a loose braid. He was suddenly and painfully reminded of his mother. He shook his head and continued to watch them. They looked like history geeks, probably into old science and astronomy. They would most likely join the history or book club...'God I'm good at this.' Envy congratulated himself on his ability to read people.

"Hey look, It's Roy...Hey Roy, over here!" The darker-blond...Al Envy remembered...called another kid over. This one had a wicked smirk and black hair that was short and messy. He had slanted eyes, Envy guessed asian of some sort.

"Aw damn Al, why did you have to call him over, now he thinks he can sit with us!"

"But...he's our friend." Al replied.

"Correction, he's your friend. I hate him." The other brother groaned when 'Roy' and another kid - a girl, she looked stern - sat with them.

"Hey boys! What's up? Ed, Al! You remember Riza?" Roy addressed them. Envy guessed 'ed' was the one with the braid. They began to chat about the transfer to a new school. Envy lost interest for a while, glaring around the room instead. He sighed. He couldn't figure out why, but that Ed kid pissed him off. He began to analyze it like he did everything when he was bored.

Why don't I like him? Well, obviously, I don't like anybody...but he just put me in a terrible mood...why? Al seems nice...Roy seems like an idiot. Riza's obviously quiet. Those ones are usually dangerous...she reminds me of Izumi Curtis a little. Okay...so Ed sat down, chatting with who I'm guessing was his brother...They know rockbell, maybe that's it? no...because they think that shes a conspiracy spaz. That wouldn't piss me off. Okay...Al called Roy over...Ed didn't want Roy there, even though he knows him...That's it...What a little bastard. Who has friends that they don't like even though those friends like them! It's not fair...I want a friend who likes me...I can't even have that much! and he just turns it down. Damn, that really makes me mad. He should appreciate what he has...What I don't. Fuck...I'm so pissed off right now.

Before he knew it, Envy was getting to his feet, his brown flip-flops clacked against the tile as he stalked over to their table. He looked at Ed, meeting the boy's golden gaze.

"I hate you." He said simply, before walking away. Several natives to the school gasped audibly. Ed just stared at the stranger as he walked away.

"What...was that all about..." Ed said softly.

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"OOOOH NO! Envy has it out for you now too!" Winrey Rockbell shouted in the middle of the hall. She was walking with Ed to their next class.

"What? Who the hell is Envy?!" Ed asked as if not quite trusting her statement at all.

"Envy! The freak with the long black hair and pale skin! He...He's the kid everyone's afraid of...he seriously hurts people. Anyone who gets in his way! He tore this one kid to shreds once and there's all sorts of nasty rumors going around...I used to know him really good...he's not mentally stable Ed..." Winrey warned.

"Winrey, what the hell? You never listen to rumors! What has this school done to you, this isn't the Winrey I know. Not saying I defend this guy, but damn..."

"I'm not prejudice Ed! I'm real!"

"Yeah, whatever...This is my class...See ya!" Ed walked away from her with a wave. She stood slack-jawed. For some reason, Ed's words just stung. Really badly.

"Just wait! He will make your life a living hell!" She called after him.

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And I would, too. The next couple weeks, I spent alot of energy getting 'ed' into embarrassing situations. I couldn't beat him up simply for having friends, as Wrath so kindly pointed out. But I could make sure that circumstance made him want the friends he had. Of course, he doesn't know it's coming from me, but it's still making me feel better. Everything else is shitty too. The teachers suck...and I can't seem to find a quiet moment on campus anywhere, everywhere I go people are there...there's way to damn many students here, and as a resident with no legal guardian I have to take a teacher or councilor with me when I leave. It's usually Izumi, but Even then she doesn't like to let me out of her sight for long. I think she's scared I'm going to do something stupid. Feh. like I would leave Wrath here all alone. I feel like crying, I feel like dying...why is everything suddenly starting to feel way to god damned heavy...I don't like it...If I cant handle this, I can't handle being there for Wrath...I have to be strong.

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Alphonse Elric wandered by himself. Ed had a special extra-credit class to make up for something or another he was failing at their old school, so he had to go it alone. He had chosen to spend the free period exploring the school campus. It was quite big, Al hardly believed that a school like this existed. It was a revolutionary program, running a school this big. It was an attempt to find a way to help with the lack of education on a large scale. Al didn't like it though. It was hard to get close to anyone and the clique order was way to strong here. The students from the old school had formed their own 'Clique' banding together against the popular or powerful kids. They were popular in their own way, but they were also considered weird, and he and Ed hadn't made a single friend and it seemed Winrey wasn't pleased with their "status" in the school as it was. He sighed as he walked, running his fingers over the wall next to him as he walked beneath the apartment like buildings that made up the dorms.

"Maybe brother would enjoy living in the dorms instead of at home...He hates that it reminds him of Dad..." Al muttered to himself. Something caught his eye and he looked up. Above him a tiny form was hauling a bag of trash over the ledge.

"Hey there! How are you?" Al called out. The little boy paled and ran inside. "Weird...I think I'll check it out, it's not like anyone is around." And with a small laugh, Al quickly scaled the stairs tot he second story and counted the doors to where he had seen the boy run inside. He moved up and knocked gently on the door.

No answer.

"Hey...Kiddo, I'm not gonna hurt ya...I saw you out there. You don't have to worry...I won't tell anyone your here."

Still no answer. Al was determined though. He had a feeling, and those were almost always right. He slid down the wall and sat against the door frame.

"I'm still here...My name's Al, Alphonse Elric...Who are you?" When he got no reply he simply continued talking. "are you someone's little brother? You looked familiar. I'm someone's little brother too. Even though I'm taller than my big brother. I'm walking around out here to clear my head. See, I'm worried about my big brother. He doesn't make any friends, he hates the friends we do have...He hasn't liked anyone but me since Mom died. I think it's taking it's toll. He's getting tired, you know...what I mean?" Al paused when he heard someone rustling around inside. There was a click, and the door opened a tiny crack.

"My brother is like that. Did your mom really die..." A voice asked from beyond the door. A large purple eye was pressed so close to the crack in the door Al could see it clearly.

"Yea, she did. It was some disease...I don't think they ever diagnosed it." Al replied, not making a move so as not to startle the child.

"My mom was murdered...Envy says it was Dad's fault..." the voice said quietly.

'envy...' Al thought. 'that was the boy...who said he hated ed...' "My brother blames our dad too."

"My Dad isn't Envy's dad. He hated Envy, and when I fought back for Mommy he hated me too. I'm Wrath. Brother says I can't open the door in case the child protective people come, but i had to take the trash out, so don't tell anyone kay?" Al decided that this kid was either really stir-crazy or he had no attention span.

"I wont tell anyone. You are staying of your own free will, right?" Al inquired, just to be sure.

"Yeah, I don't want to be separated from my brother..." Wrath replied, opening the door a little further when he sat down on the other side of it.

"I thought so. Do you get to leave ever?" Wrath shook his head. "How about this...I'll talk to some people when I get to know them a little better...maybe sometime this year after I have gotten to know your brother a little me and Edward can take you out to play sometime? I know it's probably hard for your brother to leave since he's a resident..." Wrath nodded. "I have to go now...my brother will be getting out of class. I'll catch you later and don't worry...I wouldn't do anything on purpose to separate you and your brother. I swear on my mother's soul." And with that he stood and walked away, back towards the school.

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Author's post-notes:

Thank you for reading! bow I am having so much fun writing this one. I am hoping to upload regularly so please check back...

If you have the time review. I will respond to any awsome reviews (like, awsome if they have critiques or even suggestions! I promise to give you a reply if you write something more than just "I like it! Write more!") And I would love ideas about the story (even if I don't incorporate it, I will ALWAYS listen to opinions.) However, please don't be too harsh on my grammer, writing is difficult for me since I'm dyslexic. I am also already aware that I may have alot of inconsistancies with how a real school runs. I was homeschooled. I have never been in a highschool in my life. Bear with me and unless it is painfully obvious, just use the excuse that the school is a strange new kind of state-government schooling program! hehe

Pairings: You will have to wait and see ;P May or may not contain Yaoi and or possibly sugested Yuri (Yes, I have no gender-bias in my pairings) It's mostly a story of self-discovery, not romance, though loving is part of self discovery.

Warnings: Angst, Bitchy!Envy, very AU, slight OOC (simply because the character's backgrounds aren't what they are in the series, therefore they are at root the same people but with some differing learned traits) Some grammer problems XD I'm fixing them though.

Characters: Envy, Wrath, Ed, Al, Winrey, Sheska, Izumi, Roy, Riza - Mentioned: Sloth, Clara, Pride, Dante, Greed (possible character later) More to come tee hee!

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA. I own several FMA mangas, a movie with Aaron Dismuke's Siggy on it, Several Vic autographs and his CD, Al stuff (too much XD) My imagination, several t-shirts and much more, but not FMA. I also don't own the Yellowcard Song the Title is named for. It inspired the story that started out a simple drabble (aka, the first bit in itallics was all this story was going to be). So there.

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Next Chapter! "Nothing I won't Give"

Envy's a working girl! Rather...guy. His part-time job pact with Izumi, Wrath's sick, Envy has a very very bad day. It's not going to be pretty.

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