I don't own FMA or HP characters or plotline.
I thank narutolovesme2 for the help on reading and finding lines from the fourth book of Harry Potter. There might be some discrepancies but please ignore them for the sake of the book.
Well, here goes nothing.
I don't own HP or FMA, characters or plotline. This story is more like a subplot .... enjoy, and please Review.
Some confusion may occur, please tell me and I'll try to explain.
Prolly lots of cussing, especially since it's ED we're talking about.
There will be some hints about Boylove, mainly RoyEd cause I'm a fan like that. It won't be explicit, and all hints of pairings... okay, all hints of RoyEd is ultimately for humour. Humor. whatever. It's for fun. Don't take it seriously.
Rating. The day I move this fic to M Rating is the day I get 10 reviews saying 'change it to M!'. I trust ye people to be calm about some cussing and some nekkidness. No scenes, people. Remember, T. TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
chris3169512 - The diary entry is rather during the middle of the school year, so it's not really in the all-girls school, if you know what I mean.
kame-the-turtle - Yes, you got it, and yes, I read that it's not actually an all-girl's school in the book. I tweaked the story just a little bit, as you may see in this chapter.
Enjoy!
Edward slapped the manila folder onto Mustang's desk, his files halfway out, growling ferociously.
"What the fuck is this?"
"Brother, watch your language," scolded Alphonse, nudging Edward on his side.
"Okay, what the sexual intercourse is this?"
"ED!"
"This, Fullmetal, is your mission," replied Roy Mustang simply, interlocking his fingers atop the armrest, over his lap.
"Wrong. Our mission is to get the murderer of Bertha Jorkins," deadpanned Edward.
"And the clues led to the magical world," replied Mustang.
"I am not – we are not going to a magic school."
"You don't have a choice in the matter, actually. The only ones qualified to 'go' to these schools are you and your brother."
Ed let out another growl, snatched the manila folder and flipped out a file. He read, "'Young, athletic, smart, pretty?!'"
"I don't have that," said Alphonse, flipping through his set of files.
"What?" asked Edward, and turned to Mustang with a new viciousness, "Okay, spill."
Mustang shrugged, "I just thought, objectively, and out of votes of the whole office, that you, Fullmetal, were, per say, 'prettier'" he quoted with his fingers, "than your brother, Redstone."
"Oh, I see, I guess that makes sense," said Al, much to the shock of his brother.
Ever since the brothers managed to bring Al's body back from the gate, by combining the Alchemy of Amestris and the Rentan jutsu from Xing, Alphonse kept on being rather teasing – rebellious (?) towards Edward. It was perhaps because after that Edward refused to research further to get his limbs back.
"What do you mean, you see?!"
"You two will be going to two different schools," continued Mustang, ignoring the fuming Edward, "you, Edward Elric, to Beauxbatons Academy with Madame Maxime," he handed Ed back the manila folder, "and you, Alphonse Elric, to Durmstrang Institute with Mr. Karkaroff.
"You will not be forced to attend classes, and you will be throughoutly ignored when or if you enter a class. Gather as much information, about anything at all, whether you find it relevant or not, but mostly about the recent morsemordre and its culprit as you can, and report back to me regularly. Don't make any … massive… trouble, Fullmetal," he emphasized the last word, looking pointedly at Edward,
"Do not trust anyone of anything,"
"Do not hide but do not show off, Full-Metal-"
"Don't be too proud to ask for help sometimes, Elrics," finished Mustang, ending with a semi-formal salute.
"Dismissed."
Just as the brothers were about to turn away, Mustang called out, "Oh, and by the way, pick up your uniforms on your way out," he said, gesturing Hawkeye to distribute the packets to each of the brothers. "It won't do if you two stood out right away amongst the crowd."
The brothers immediately opened the packages, where they were greeted with a furred red coat for Alphonse, and a blue-silk cape for Edward.
"… What are these-" Edward didn't get to finish his sentence when he pulled the cape up, revealing…
"Oh geez…"
… a swirly, blue velvet hat atop what looked like a vest-mini dress.
"You never told me it was an ALL GIRL school!!" yelled Ed, digging his sky blue heels into the ground in resistance as Mustang pushed the boy towards the front gate of Central HQ. Edward was currently dressed up in his 'uniform', consisting a long vest that came down to his mid-thighs, full-length pants, a swirly hat atop his neatly pony-tailed hair, and a cape to hide his girl-ish clothes (or so Ed would call it) away from public eye, all shining like blue silk it was.
"It isn't," Mustang grit out as the stubborn boy grabbed at the frame of the gate, forbidding him to push him out any longer.
So he started pulling.
"It just has more girls than boys," he said, trying to coax Ed into letting go, "much more girls than boys."
"SAME DAMN DIFFERENCE!!!"
Ed's automail didn't let go, but the wall did. With a violent crack, the cement cracked, coming out in a big chunk in Edward's gloved hand. Of course, with the force he was pulling at Ed, the boy was snapped into his arms, trapping him. Mustang picked the struggling boy up and threw him outside the headquarters.
"Suck it up and just go, Elric. I have my own work to do; I don't have time to cuddle your childish antics."
"I am not so short that I need a step-stool to reach the sink to wash my hands!!" Edward yelled. And he would have said much more if not for a huge hand on his shoulder. Slowly, he turned around, his eyes trailing upwards to look at the face of a humongous – person – staring back down at him.
"You are Edward Eleec?" said the huge woman.
"Yeah…" replied Ed, already somewhat intimidated by he huge difference in height, though he may never admit it.
"Yes," she said.
"What?"
"You say 'yes', I do not wish anyone under my protection to 'ave anee-sing under zan perfect Eenglish." Ed's intimidation immediately flared into irritation.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Yes, Madame Maxime."
"… You're kidding."
"Yes, Madame Maxime."
"…" Ed wasn't going to say it. Not only it was degrading, but it would mean submitting himself under authority, something he never did. Ever.
"Yes, Madame Maxime," the woman, Maxime, repeated. "I will say zis until you say eet after mee."
"Yes, Madame Maxime." Edward gritted out, glaring heatedly along with the creak of his teeth to show that he was only doing it because he had no choice. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to have an effect on Maxime.
"Good," was all she said.
She took out a watch from her pockets and looked at the time. Maxime then took out a teacup, handing it to Edward. When he accepted it with a confused frown, his suitcase in his other hand, she ignored the curious glare from him and placed one finger on top of he cup, still looking at the watch.
He had to say, he hated magical transportation.
The moon is filling up
Let's go
Woooooooooooooo~~~
Woooooooooooooo~~~
Mrawgirl09
