A/N: Eeyup. Don't get used to me posting every day~! =A= If I were you, I'd expect an update maybe once a week~? I dunno~!
Rating: T+
Warnings: Mild use of swearing.
Chapter Two:
Perys
I felt a tapping on my shoulder. As a natural response, my fist went flying into a nose. The nose hurt my hand. I opened my eyes groggily. "Oops," I muttered as I noticed a young kid with a bloody nose.
Then it hit me. I didn't hear myself speak. "What the hell...?" I spoke again. I didn't hear myself. I tapped my ears, and in response, heard absolutely nothing. "The son of a bitch..." I said. I don't know how loud I said it, but I figured it wasn't that loud. The next time I see that Truth asshole, I will rip him a new one.
Well, not really. He gives me the creeps. I scratched my head slightly before looking around the room. Someone snapped their fingers in front of my face, and I made eye contact. I was met with smoldering black eyes, or well, I guess they were meant to intimidate. I didn't find them all that intimidating. The only things I found intimidating were orange juice and cats. I stared into the eyes. The person started speaking to me, and I frowned.
"Listen, sir, talk all you want, but I'm deaf. Either you're going to have to write some shit down or you're going to have to fix my ears. Simple as that," I stretched and popped my back several times in the process. The boy, whose nose I'd most likely broken, was glaring at me. "What?" I asked while giving him a sharp glare. He glared at me even 'worse'. "You're not scary," I said before I could stop myself. He started yelling at me, or well, I guessed he did since his face was red and he was talking pretty animatedly.
I pointed to my ears. The kid 'rage quit' or something as he stormed out of the room to go get treatment for his nose or something. The tall guy, who I figured was Roy Mustang, pulled a note pad out of his pocket and scribbled something onto it.
What's your name?
"Perys Octavian." I replied. He scribbled something else down on the notepad, then turned the page and wrote something else.
How old are and where are you from?
"Seventeen and I'm from a city called Boise. You've uh...probably never heard of it," Colonel Mustang nodded before scribbling a few things down on the notepad. He turned the page, again, and held the notepad up to me after writing down another question/statement.
I've never heard of such a city, as you've said. Do you have anywhere to stay? I shook my head. He went back to the previous page, scribble something down, then went back to the other page. So many pages... I'm putting you under my custody as of now so I can find out more about you. No if, ands, or buts.
"Alright," I replied in what I hoped was a quiet tone. I couldn't tell. I mean, I could tell if it was hurting my throat or not, but you get what I mean.
Do you remember what happened to you? I quirked an eyebrow and thought of a way to explain it.
"Well...No, not really...I just remember waking up and breaking that short kid's nose," I remembered more. But I mean. I'm not spilling the beans to Mustang. Doing that irks the response of me hiding under a blanket of "LOLNOPE."
Within a few days of being badgered about numerous things, I was released from the hospital. I was wearing what I'd gone to school in before I'd went through the gate. I tagged behind Colonel Mustang as he walked to the big black car that you'd typically see him driving around in the series.
Dear lord, if you exist, please let this be some horrible dream.
If it was some horrible dream, then I could just wake up in my German class. But, oddly enough, this felt too real to be a dream. There wasn't anything 'off' that would suggest it was a dream. I mean, yes, the whole situation is off, but in all my dreams, there's an upside down building or two to suggest it's a dream. So far, everything was clear and pristine and real.
I think you get the point.
I pushed my glasses up on the bridge of my nose. I wasn't all that disappointed if this were to be a dream...I mean, I'd eventually be eaten up with the overwhelming emotions of missing my few friends and what not, but...I was away from my parents. My mother was emotionally abusive and quite rude, and my father was physically abusive. I had no siblings that had to suffer through them, happily. My family was the proper and pure family of our part of Boise.
The door next to me opened, and I looked up to see a certain Colonel looking down at me with some look. I gave him a look before getting out of the car. He led me up to the apartment he lived in. It was very plain, like Arakawa had hinted at. There was a couch, a fireplace, and a book case within in the living room. The kitchen wasn't that magnificent; it was just a simple table with two chairs, one for Roy and the occasional 'guest'. His bedroom held a large bed, and a dresser. The room he indicated that I'd be sleeping in was a bit smaller, and the bed was a size smaller, but looked comfortable nonetheless.
I had a restless sleep that night. I couldn't hear anything, of course, and that bugged me to no ends. I felt paranoid. I felt like something was going to kill me in my sleep, and I'd never hear it, so I'd never know what was happening.
I woke up the next morning and rubbed the ring on my left hand. My best friend, Alex, (she was short, obnoxious, Russian, and a bit cute, even though I'd never admit that out loud) had given me one of the rings for one of those Akatsuki guys from Naruto. The ring was red with a kanji symbol in the middle. I rubbed the ring's surface with my right thumb. I felt something pricking my thumb and it hurt.
Then I noticed it. The ring wasn't simply a ring anything. It was glowing slightly.
At that moment, I realized the ring on my left hand held a philosopher's stone.
A/N: o3o I dunno if I'm bad with cliffhangers yet or not xD Anyways, like last chapter, leave a review or something if you want~ I can't control whether you do or not but it always makes me happy to see that I have a review or two and it motivates me to get updates out faster xP. As of now, I reply to every single one since I normally don't get that many. If a day comes that I start getting over a hundred or so a chapter, then I'll stop replying to /all/ of them, but I'll at least make an effort ;o;
Anywho, things to ponder:
-What will Perys do now that he's realized or at least thinks his ring is a philosopher's stone?
-How is Edward's nose doing?
