A/N I don't know what I am about to write, or how long this will be, and what it will span across, so I hope you enjoy it at least. I am just writing as I write. I had to tear myself away from playing Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance and for any Kingdom Hearts fans who read this, I think it is giving hints to Kingdom Hearts 3 (The Keyblade Wars). Is it sad that I didn't even have enough money to buy a video game, and I depended on someone buying it for me a few days ago? It might be a while until I get a new laptop . I have... moved back in with my mom and stepfather due to that... :(
Now that I am done ranting!
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist. The only thing I own is the plot, sad enough.
The day couldn't have gone by any damn faster. Ed was beyond pissed that his plan hadn't gone as well as he thought it would. Sure, he had made Roy smell like shit, and look equal to the smell, but that was quickly taken care of by the man. Plus, his plan was seen through, and he was to be serving detention after school. All the girls who knew of what had happened, minus Jennifer, avoided him and glared at him like he was the plague.
When the last class of the day ended, Edward was fuming. He stomped his way into Roy's classroom with a large scowl on his face. He would not make it look like this was no big deal. No, he would clearly show how mad he was at the man for giving him, the Fullmetal Alchemist, detention. As he stalked into the room, he gave Roy a muttered, "Bastard," before taking a seat in the back of the room. That was going to be his favorite spot in the classroom from now on. No trying to help with the eye-rapers.
"That kind of thing is not going to help your situation!" Roy snapped. Edward inwardly smirked. Roy was, if not as bad as his own, in a worse mood than himself. He wondered who would snap would be the one to tear the other's head off first. Would Roy 'accidentally' blow something up?
"Just being myself," Edward said, head slightly tilted up. "Or does being sex deprived harm your brain cells?"
Edward grinned at the look of pure anger that appeared on Roy's face. "If you don't clean up your attitude, you will be getting worse than this fucking ridicules detention!" the man hissed. "Wipe that smirk off of your face!"
"Oh, Roy can't handle some wee little insults now? What I said must be true!" Edward said in a coo. "Someone sexually frustrated?" Edward let out a chuckle.
Roy's eyes narrowed. "You might want to shut that mouth of yours right now!"
"Or whaaat?" Edward chirped happily. "You gonna rape me to let go of your tension? Or do ya' only go for the slutty girls in East?"
Roy was glad he didn't bring his gloves along. He had instinctually snapped his fingers in his rage, and had he been wearing his gloved, he didn't doubt the whole room would be in flames. He didn't fear for Edward's safety. He could save himself from the flames. Of course, that didn't mean the blonde didn't flinch, and Roy smirked at the flinch. Yes, it was such a beautiful flinch the boy had.
Roy grinned as he saw the flinch also. "Did you really expect me to bring my ignition gloves in a room full of girls who would just love to rummage through all of my things?" he asked. "Are you that stupid?" He smile only grew when he heard a growl come from the teenager in the room.
"I'm outta' here," Edward snapped before storming out of the room.
Roy let the child get to the door before grabbing his shirt. "No, you are not done here," he chirped. "I believe I am the teacher, and also your superior, so I say when you are to leave." He Roy was determined to make the best of this as he could, and when they were back in East, he would relish in punishing him even further for his behavior. How he was loving this mission. "First things first, you are going to clean all of the desks in here from all of the shit girls have done on them. Then, you can kindly clean the windows. Tell me when your done with that, and you might be allowed to leave!"
Edward scowled, but got to work. An hour later, Edward walked over to Roy, who was read a book. "I'm done," he hissed. "What now? You want to me to go to Ishball and take care of the rebels?"
Roy hummed for a moment before putting his book down. "I wish I could make you dress up like a pirate," he told Edward. "And walk around the school, but alas, I cannot."
"Get on with it!" Edward snapped with a frown.
"Now, now Ed, that kind of talk will do nothing for you," Roy said as he pretended to be deep in thought. He grinned, before leaning forward. "No, you can't dress up like a pirate, but you can walk out here, and past a club with my shirt on. Plenty of girls will be pissed with you for an immeasurable amount of time, and that I am okay with!" He tugged off his outer shirt ( he was wearing two) and handed it to Edward. "Put it on. It'll be large on your shrimp-like body, but that makes it even more fun."
Edward growled before grabbing the shirt, taking off his own and shoving it into his backpack, and putting Roy's on, glad that it was long sleeved. He grabbed a pair of gloves, and slipped them on before walking out of the classroom.
Edward stalked out of the room, a large frown on his face. He was absolutely livid with rage. What the fuck was Roy playing at!? What was he going to gain having him wear the blasted man's shirt around the school? And what kind of detention was that!? He had never heard of any teacher doing this as a punishment! Edward shook his head with a mumble. This was Roy bloody Mustang he was thinking about. The womanizer of East City. He would gain everything from this. In some way, he would gain everything, while Edward lost everything.
A/N Could've been better... had I had more time. I have to leave in about five minutes, and I wanted to post this chapter before leaving, so it was short again. :(
