Each individual chapter will have a different rating, different pairings, different spoilers, and a different setting and timeline. Multiple people were involved in writing this fic, I do not claim to have written anything other than my own characters. I do however claim to have come up with the plot, story idea, and organizing it all. The others who write characters in this fic are well aware that I am posting it, and contribute willingly. This fic is an ongoing project with an unknown number of parts, with alternate storyline as of the fifth laboratory incident. Enjoy!
Not Exactly a Getaway
Rating: PG13
Pairings: EdxAl
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA. Al and Izumi were written by my friends, plot written by me. It's like a collaboration fic.
Spoilers: If you don't know about Ed and Al's sensei...
Setting: Dublith.
Timeline: The month of Ed's leave.
Ed clutched at the stitch in his side, wondering just what the hell was going through his mind when he agreed to submit himself to this torture. Oh, right...you weren't thinking, Ed! Because you had the stupid idea to go and try to seduce the Colonel, and then you freaked when he actually RESPONDED to you!
"Five more minutes! AND IF YOU DON'T FINISH THOSE LAPS YOU'RE SCRUBBING THE COMMUNITY TOILETS FOR A WEEK!" Ed cringed as Izumi's voice boomed through the streets. He still couldn't figure out what he did this time!
But really, he couldn't decide whether this was better or worse than the month spent on that island...
"QUIT DAWDLING AND GET MOVING!"
Oh...at least Izumi wasn't on the island...
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Grudgingly, Ed opened his eyes and sat up. Only after losing his fight with the sunlight that kept finding its way behind his eyelids no matter which way he turned. "Nngh...dammit...Al...what time is it..."
Blinking, the braided alchemist looked around, seeing that his brother was nowhere in sight. "Al! Hey! Where are you!" There was the thud of automail hitting hardwood and Ed stretched, making his way downstairs.
Alphonse had been in the kitchen preparing breakfast for his older brother, and looked up when he heard the muffled thud of automail hitting hardwood flooring. "Brother! I'm in the kitchen!" he called up to Ed, gaining a noncommital reply, and smiled softly. I hope he likes it!
Rubbing sleep from his eyes, Ed stepped into the kitchen, pulling out a chair to flop down into with a yawn. "Good thing Teacher's not the one cooking, I wish she'd understand that not all of us have an iron stomach, huh?" He grinned lazily. "Sleep well?"
Al giggled softly, "She just wants everyone to be healthy...I think..." Al shrugged and put the plateful of bacon, eggs and pancakes on the table. Taking a seat across from his brother, he smiled, "I slept alright, brother, how about you?"
"Better than on the train ride here!" The braided boy helped himself to the food, not bothering to get himself a plate as he satisfied the pit that was his stomach.
Al smiled softly, watching his brother inhale the food that he'd worked so hard on. He then glanced at the clock, realizing he'd been slaving over the stove for almost three hours. He sweatdropped slightly at that.
Ed paused mid-chew, brow furrowing slightly. He'd been reflecting on his old missions and then...where did they go before that again? He blinked, looking across the table at Al and then at the plate that was already more than half empty. Swallowing his food he grinned, scratching the back of his head. "Eeehh...sorry about that..."
Al blinked, then smiled, "That's alright, Nii-san, I made it all for you. I already ate," the younger sibling smiled gently, remembering the long three hours he'd spent to make the breakfast just perfect for Edward.
Nibbling on a strip of bacon, Ed tilted his head. "You sure?"
"Yes! It's fine." Al smiled innocently, really not minding at all, after all, he did actually eat a bit while cooking.
Ed stretched and yawned again, pushing the nearly empty plate across to Al. "Go ahead, I'm good to go," he said with a grin. "Where's Teacher anyway? I feel like I should be scared that she's not right behind me about to hit me over the head with a frying pan!"
The braided boy mimicked being throttled for a second, then attempted to loom like their teacher. "Good for nothing tater tot! That'll be three weeks scrubbing the floor of the butchery for your laziness, and be up at the crack of dawn or you're eating MY cooking the entire time you're here!" He slid back in the chair, shuddering slightly.
Izumi padded silently up behind Ed, motioning for the rather stricken Al to stay silent. She Loomed over Ed. "What was that about my cooking?"
The edge of the table suddenly snapped under pressure as Ed gripped it just a little too hard with his automail hand, contemplating crawling under the table and climbing into Al's shirt to hide.
Izumi put a hand on Ed's shoulder and leaned down. "What's wrong?" she asked in a too-sweet voice.
At the touch, Ed squirmed under the table, promptly attempting to lodge himself between the fabric of Al's shirt and his chest.
Al blushed brightly, trying to get his older brother out of his shirt. "Nii-san! Get out of there! Your automail is cooold!" Al whined.
Izumi deftly grabbed an apple and lobbed it at the lump where she knew Ed's head was. "Edward Elric, please come here," she said in a deceptively gentle voice.
Ed shook his head vigorously, only really succeeding in wriggling around more. Only to come face to face with something he really shouldn't have been paying attention to at that time. Really. He then just shook his head more vigorously, trying to clear his mind of an onslaught of inappropriate images. Damn you teenage hormones!
Al gulped, fearing for Ed's life.
"Edward..." Izumi's voice could have been classified as a growl, but there was something a bit nastier in it. "Get your worthless tater-tot ass over here now."
"Feelsaferoverherethanks!" Ed made a point for Al to help him by biting just under his ribcage.
"Ow," Al winced softly, wrapping his arms around Ed. "Teacher, please don't be so harsh to Edward..." That was followed by the saddest little puppy dog pout ever in the history of Amestris.
Unmoved, Izumi glared at the younger Elric brother. "Al..." she said warningly. Her eyes took on the certain manic glint that usually ended up with one or both of the brothers slammed into a tree.
Ed wondered momentarily in a complete lapse of sane thought if molesting his brother would get Izumi to go away.
In same complete lapse of sane thought, the older Elric soothed the bite marks with his tongue, slipping one hand past the waistband of Al's pajama bottoms.
The younger Elric sighed softly and lifted his shirt, letting Ed roll out. "Sorry, brother..." Al stood and started washing dishes.
Izumi quirked an eyebrow at the flush on Ed's face. "What were you doing, Ed?"
The blond addressed simply sat there, pupils half dilated. "Er...uh..." Ed shook his head, scrambling across the kitchen to cling to Al's leg, absently licking his human fingers and pointedly trying to avoid Izumi's gaze. Al on the other hand, didn't seem to be phased by said latching.
Izumi had an unabashedly creepy feeling wind through her stomach. She felt vaguely disturbed at the whole attitude Ed was displaying, and the slightly perverse rammifications that it indicated.
"Ed," she said, quite calmly and clearly, the threat in her voice almost visible. "Get. Over. Here. Now."
Alphonse winced slightly, even though the threat was not directed at him, he quickly dried the last plate and attempted to pry Ed off him.
Ed reached up with one hand, snatching Al's wrist and pulling him down to the floor. Pulling the younger into an embrace, Edward rested his chin on Al's shoulder, mumbling something Izumi couldn't hear into the boy's ear. "I'm pretty sure you know what would have happened next if she hadn't shown up, right, Al?"
Izumi's eyes widened impossibly, and an outraged shriek echoed through the enclosed space.
"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!"
Edward cringed visibly, tightening his grip around his brother's waist. "A-Al..."
Alphonse blushed brightly at his brother's whisper. "Brother..." He then winced as Izumi screamed, tears welling up in his eyes. His ears still weren't used to such loud sounds yet. He sniffled softly, "Teacher...Too loud..."
Now in her 'enraged sensei from hell' mode, Izumi didn't give a damn for the tender ears of an under-aged pipsqueak of an alchemist. She marched over to where the two brothers huddled, seizing Ed by the scruff of his neck. Pulling him up, she gave Ed the full benefit of her angriest, most insane glare. "You," she hissed. "Are going to be doing suicides through Dublith. At a full sprint. Timed. Got that?"
Ed's gaze was cast downwards still as he gulped. "T-tomorrow, m-maybe..?"
Al frowned softly, staring down at the floor, hugging his knees, sniffling softly.
"No. You'll be running it now. Get out there. You have five minutes for three sprints." She pointed at Al. "You're going to help me organize my research papers." Snapping her glare over Ed, she snarled, "Move it!"
"T-teacher...I...I c-can't...n-now..." Ed was currently going through several different shades of red.
In a meek whimper, Al responsed, "Yes, teacher..." He stood and walked to Sensei, waiting for her to lead the way.
Izumi ignored Al for the time being, though she did put a comforting hand on his shouder. "Your five minutes are running out!" she snapped at Ed. "I suggest you hurry."
Ed took two steps before collapsing against Al, clutching the younger boy's shoulders for support against the sudden dizzying feeling that shot up from his stomach and went straight to his head. "C-can't..."
Al held his brother close, slightly worried at this point, "Nii-san, what's wrong?"
Izumi tapped her foot. "Well?"
Ed growled slightly against Al's shoulder. "A-A-l..." he managaed through gritted teeth, hissed in Al's ear. "Bed...n-now..." Ed shifted his weight slightly to make his point perfectly clear against Al's leg.
Al blushed brightly, "Teacher, I think brother has a fever, I better go tend to him. You know if he has a fever, then his automail won't work properly!" The young Elric quickly began to drag Ed upstairs.
"You guys are terrible liars," Izumi said, arms folded. "But, since Ed has this... 'fever', he's not doing anything today, or eating anything exept soup." An evil glint came into her eyes – the soup she made was hardly anything more than salty water that chicken bones had been boiled in, with a few bitter greens thrown in. It tasted horrible and both of the boys hated it. "Al, put your brother to bed, then get down here to help me organize. Another alchemist needs my help, and she needs those documents pretty badly."
Edward allowed himself to be dragged, although the half-lidded look on his face had to amount to something.
"Sensei, I wouldn't want to get in the way of your work, plus I'm really worried about Brother. I've always been there when he gets sick and I don't want to start now ignoring his health." Al smiled softly, dragging Ed out of the room.
"Liar,"Izumi muttered.
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The next day, Edward was up at the crack of dawn. Running twice as many sprints. Dreading his return to the house and the inevitable helping of Izumi's cooking that would await him.
He really couldn't figure out for the life of him why he'd agreed to this...
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