A/N: This is my first Ed, Edd, n Eddy multi-chaptered story, and it takes place after the Big Picture Show, two weeks to be exact. The story will have a mention of that in this chapter. This is merely my opinion on what happened after the events of the movie.

And sorry if the characters seem a little out of whack.

Disclaimer: Antonucci owns everything. I own nothing except my ideas.

~EEnE~EEnE~EEnE~EEnE~EEnE~

Enigmas

Chapter 2: Transfer Students

It has been at least a week or so since Edd woke up.

Three days before the first day of school.

Edd is in the principal's office with his mother whom he has discovered is currently taking a paid vacation from her job at the hospital as a nurse. (His father is a college science professor with many night classes.) In order to ensure her son's successful recovery, she prefers to stay with him until she is convinced Edd will be alright. As such, she does not know when she will return to the hospital, and neither does Edd.

To which, truthfully, he is grateful.

He may be missing seven years of memories and of his life, but he certainly is not missing his mother.

In the present time, Edd smiles at this. He can still hear her soothing voice. It calms him down, as frankly, he is currently nervous, and he does not know why, exactly.

"Here are the results I received from the hospital, sir," she informs the principal. "It certifiably states that Eddward has no brain damage, not permanently, at least, but he does have amnesia."

The school nurse is also in the room. "In other words, he'll be just fine, just a bit confused during class, Mark." She puts it into simpler words so the principal can understand.

The principal nods and calls his secretary, "Sally, write up an excuse notice. Eddward Brooks has been diagnosed with amnesia."

"Yes, sir."

'Two hours of stinkin' clean up, plus a week's worth of detention for impersonating the principal. I don't even remember doing that!'

"Excuse me, Sir," it is Sally again, "but is it temporary or permanent?"

Edd sees him again, the kid who calls himself Eddy...

'One is lonely number, Double D...'

And the tall kid who is so named as Ed...

His heart tightens, physically and emotionally, and Edd clenches his hands to his chest, feeling a tear in his eye, then two, three. Soon, the tears are falling down his cheeks, and he reaches up to wipe them away with his sleeve.

What are these strangers doing in his memories, in his mind, in his head which hurt so much right now?

The principal glances at Mrs. Brooks, who turns to her son, watching his previous actions. Her gaze is sad, and she replies with a simple, yet nearly depressing, "Unknown."

She somehow knows that his current headache is the least of his worries...

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The night before the first day of school, Edd is organizing and labeling his school bag and newly bought supplies.

His mother had given him aspirin for his headache, caused by even more memories of those two strangers who have the same name as himself.

'Welcome, friend! My name's Ed!'

'And I'm Eddy!'

'Pleased to meet you! My name is Edd also, but with two D's.'

'Ain't that a coinkidink? We all have the same name!'

His mother gave him that aspirin not even ten minutes, but his head was already acting up again. It was mean to last for at least eight hours.

But for some reason, he cannot find his concentration.

"M-Mother...?"

She is washing the dishes in the kitchen, only five feet away from him.

"Yes, Eddward?"

"Have you ever forgotten about something or someone completely, and no matter what you do, you can never remember them or the bond you may have shared?" His voice wavers, and his fists clench against the table and tremble. His headache feels like his brain his pounding against his skull, and it hurts, terribly.

"I remember a girl in elementary school once," she replies calmly, as soft as she can, without making his headache worse, and for this, he is grateful. "I can't recall her name, but we used to share everything. There was not one secret we kept from each other, but one day, we split up. I don't remember why we split up, but...we did."

"A-And...do you miss her?"

"Of course. We appeared to be best friends. Why?"

"I-I just wanted to ask if you have ever felt close to someone you can't remember, but you know you were friends at some point because...well..." His eyes sting with fresh tears.

"Your heart clenches with sadness every time you think about the matter," his mother politely cuts in. "I know, honey. It still happens to me because of my friend, even to this day." She turns to him. "Eddward, look at me." He does, and she sees the tears streaming down his face. "I understand how you feel, and if you need a shoulder to lean on, I'm here."

Eddward sends her a gentle smile, but it goes as soon as it comes, and he turns back to his school bag and his labeler, a sad gaze in his eyes.

To the two gentlemen who share my name...

He puts the last notebook in his bag, and he closes the flap. Placing his bag by the front door, for easy access the following morning, the latter of which opens, and Eddward glances up to meet the eyes of his father.

I have this feeling that we were close, and it will not disappear.

"W-Welcome home, Father." He sends the man a smile, hoping dearly that his father cannot see it is clearly false.

His father returns his smile and rubs the top of his son's head, all of which is covered by his ski hat.

Because nothing is alright, and his gut tells him that it never will be.

I apologize for having the inability to recall you. I apologize for my will being so weak.

His father kisses his forehead, and whispers in his ear, "Everything will turn out just fine, son. Just get up and keep trying." It's as if his father can read his mind and emotions.

I'm trying desperately, but I just can't.

Eddward, in response, buries his face in his father's chest, letting the tears flow, his small, thin frame trembling with sadness.

I am so sorry...

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Eddward ducks his head as he enters his first period class the next morning. The guilt he feels, the guilt he discovered last night, is still within him, his heart and his mind. He cannot look at them. He can't even face him.

Courage, Eddward. Courage.

And he gains just enough of which to amble to the teacher's desk and hand them his excuse note. The teacher checks it over, nods, and hands it back to him before motioning to his seat, politely ignoring the stares of a blue-haired girl.

'Hi-ya, Oven Mitt!'

But she looks sincere, genuinely worried.

He sits behind a boy holding a piece of wood with a face on it. But he won't judge. Perhaps the wood is very close to him. Edd jumps when the person behind him pokes him in the shoulder. He glances behind him to see the tall kid who calls himself Ed.

"Hello, Double D." There is a huge smile across Ed's face and an oblivious look in his eye.

Edd's entire body stiffens up like a board. The guilt returns, nearly overflowing. This is one of the two he is trying to recall.

Ed.

"U-Umm...greetings to you as well." Edd sends Ed a nervous smile, hoping he doesn't notice how false it is, but Ed seems...oblivious.

"Hi, Double D~!" Sitting two seats behind him in the row to his right is the other one.

Eddy.

"H-Hello..." he turns back to the front, narrowly missing both Eddy and Ed drop their smiles and glance at each other worriedly, both thinking the same thing.

This is going to be harder than they first thought.

How are they going to regain Double D's memories if he won't even look them in the eyes?

Ed places a calming hand on Edd's shoulder when he sees his life-long friend trembling. Eddy sees the same thing, but does nothing, his head and heart only filling up with more worry than normal.

Instead, Eddy turns to Nazz and Johnny. Kevin and Rolf glance back at him.

They need to take action. Right now.

Ed shares a look with May, the former of whom accidentally shared the news of Double D's amnesia with the sisters four days ago. May was mildly concerned, Lee could care less, but surprisingly, it hit Marie pretty hard.

The teacher bangs her ruler across her desk. "Alright, students, let's settle down, shall we? I know it still feels like summer, but this is school now. Before we start with our first lesson, I'd like to introduce you to three new students of ours, transfer students from Lemon Brook." She opens the door. "Come on in, boys."

The first boy is modeled after a monkey. He is as tall as Ed and he appears to have the same mind as well, but his face looks meaner. "Name's Roderick Maxwell. Just call me Ape." Yep, he sounds dumb too.

The second boy is much shorter, about as tall as Johnny, but his face a pimples all over it, complete with thick-framed glasses. "Todd Blinberg," his voice sounds snotty-ish and nasal, "but you can just call me Todd."

The third one, and last, stands in the middle. He is around Kevin's height and he appears to have some serious anger issues, but he looks the meanest of the trio. "Nicolas Jarelle. Just call me Tank."

Eddy dislikes them already, and they haven't even spoken to each other yet. But it's not because he thinks they'll frame him for something he had no hand in, nor is it because of his own stubborn nature or anything like that. He knows the others can sense it too, Ed and Marie especially.

It's because he noticed Double D's trembling get even more severe, his hands clutching the brim of his hat tightly, and his navy blue eyes filling with nothing but solid fear just at the mere sight of them.

To Be Continued...

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A/N: How was it? Review, please, and tell me!