Woo-hoo! More stuff!
At, like, 1:05. In the morning.
Yay for late nights! Or, you know, really fucking early mornings!
Yeah, it's not mine. None of it. It's sad, but true.
GAH! Pain. Stomach. Ow. Hurts. HELP!
Ah. Better now.
Okay, let's just read the damn story already.
Kyoya (Why? Because I like him, he's cool)
The strange boy looked at the Host Club. We looked back.
Something was off about him.
Aside from the fact that he had moved so swiftly after being unconscious for a long period of time, he was able to detain Tamaki easily. Tamaki may not have been the most skilled member of our group when it came to fighting, but he was no slouch. He should have at least struggled. Instead, he just stayed there, toes an inch from the ground, pain clearly displayed on his face.
Even now Tamaki stared uneasily at the golden-eyed stranger.
I took a moment to observe him. Golden eyes, like those of a lion. Brave and deadly and, strangely, very deep. Troubled. Golden hair to match. Long, braided neatly down his back, yet still looking masculine. Broad shoulders, but not too broad. Not pale nor tanned. He appeared to have grown a lot recently, but the top of his head barely reached Mori-senpai's upper arm. He was wearing a strange red cloak over a black shirt and leather pants. His boots were black leather with read rubber bottoms. He wore white gloves.
The strangest part, however, was the symbol on his cloak. It appeared to be a black cross with a snake twirled around it. I knew it symbolized something, I just couldn't remember what it was.
And now Tamaki reminded the stranger of his mother?
"Wait a moment," I said, interrupting the stare-fest. "You know our names, but we don't know yours."
The boy nodded. "Fair enough. I'm Edward. Edward Elric."
I froze.
Edward Elric.
My blood ran cold.
I had heard rumors of a boy named Edward Elric. Apparently, in a section of Germany (which its natives called Amestris) there was a group of people who called themselves alchemists. They were scientists who could change the shape and configuration of elements and molecules to help them heal, fight, or whatever they wished to do. They called this "transmutation."
In the military, there was a group of alchemists called State Alchemists. They were glorified weapons. Each was given a nickname, and one of the most famous was the Fullmetal Alchemist. Known as such for his tendency to use the ores in the ground to create weapons for himself to fight with.
The Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric...
Was a child?
Hani-senpai noticed my no doubt confused, terrified, and possibly awestruck face and sidled up to me. "What's the matter, Kyo-chan?" he asked innocently.
I took a deep breath. Looking Edward Elric in the eye, I simply stated, "Fullmetal."
By the way his eyes widened and flashed, how his fists clenched, I knew I was correct.
"How did you know?" he asked stiffly.
"Rumor," I replied carefully. "You're quite famous, you know."
Edward winced. "Damn."
Tamaki, meanwhile, was staring at Edward is shock. "Y-your last name is Elric?"
Edward nodded, looking confused. "Yeah. So?"
Tamaki shook his head as thought to clear it, and I remembered something. Something he told me long ago, at the very beginning of the Host Club.
*_* (His eyes are literally "flashing" back! So yeah, flashback symbol has been developed. Yay.)
Tamaki had just finished with his last customer for the day. He stood up and flashed a brilliant smile at the gathered females. "Sorry, ladies, but I'm afraid that's all for today!"
A few girls moaned at this.
"Don't worry!" Tamaki said soothingly. "Come back again tomorrow!"
This cheered many of the girls up.
As the girls left the room chattering about how amazing the new club was, Tamaki lay back on a couch, completely and utterly relaxed.
I glanced at him. He appeared to be reminiscing.
I couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking about?"
The blonde boy started, then smiled at Kyoya. "Oh, nothing," he replied. "Just about how much my mom would have appreciated what I'm doing for these girls.
I sighed. Tamaki had thought about his mother often of late.
"What was her name?"
Tamaki glanced up at me in shock. Truthfully, I was rather shocked at the question as well. It was just that the sudden urge for knowledge overpowered me.
Luckily, Tamaki didn't mind sharing information.
"Anne-Sophie de Grantaine." He smiled. "She was... She is wonderful. And she has a cousin who was like a sister to her, who would often come over to play with me. She was so kind."
"And her name wa... is?"
"Aunt Trisha." He laughed a little at that. I could suppress a smile. "Trisha Elric."
I stared at the alchemist. "Fullmetal..." I began, but he interrupted.
"Please don't call me that." I raised an eyebrow and he quirked one back at me. "My superior calls me that. You kind of remind me of him, and that's not a good thing. Call me Ed."
I stared at him for a moment, then shrugged. "Very well, Ed. Are you, by any chance, related to a woman by the name of Trisha Elric?"
Ed froze. His stare intensified into a glare that would have set a drenched piece of wood ablaze within seconds, but I stood my ground.
Through clenched teeth, Ed growled out, "How do you know that name?"
"Answer our questions and we'll answer yours," I replied smoothly.
Ed glared for a moment longer, then dropped his gaze. "She was my mother," he said softly, his voice rough and scratchy.
Tamaki made a sort of choking noise in his throat. "Was?"
Ed nodded. "Was." He looked up at us, the fire in his eyes gone, replaced by a dull, glazed look. "She's dead."
And BAM! Ending it off with a shocker.
In case you haven't figured it out, Ed and Tamaki are second cousins. Their mothers were first cousins, making them second cousins. Family math... isn't it just fantastic? *sarcasm should be noted now*
So, uh, yeah, I'm gonna go before I throw up on my computer. Not feeling too hot.
The word of the day is TANKINI! Pff... okay, am I alone in thinking that it's hilarious that the word of the day is "tankini"? I should hope not...
Oh. Right. Not throwing up. Not throwing up.
Bye.
Love ya (and trying not to barf)! lulu