Title:The Five W's
Summary: Many things are stirring up in Bradley High. After Winry meets a new boy in school named Russell, something happens to her that will change her life. Edward is trying to keep his violent grudge low against his father, and meanwhile, Al is hiding a terrible, dark secret...
Chapter 2:Sensei Knows Best
Rated: T for now, but not necessarily for young teens. I may need to change the rating to M.
Warnings: Strong language, sexual references (NO LEMONS), blood, maybe some violence might be there later
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, even though I wish I did.
Winry/Ed, Riza/Roy
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Whoa. God damn I feel dizzy...am I swearing…who are you again?
I think you should just go back now; it's getting late, a mysterious figure stated calmly.
Oh? Yeah…oh my aching head.
A large hill. A train just went by, going down a dark hole, is that train going to hell? Those screams…
How did I get up this hill so quickly? And where are those other guys? I hope Mom has some medicine, I think I'm sick…
What's that smell? Is that my house?
Oh God, my house is on fire.
I can't run.
I am so confused…Mom…Ed…where are you?
Don't worry; no one will know…this figure was back. He was grinning evilly.
Who are you?
Al…Alphonse…Al WAKE UP!
"What?"
Al found himself on his bed, gasping,his fevered brow covered in sweat; he was grasping his sheets tightly. He looked around quickly, and saw Ed looming over the bed, confused. He was just simply standing there in his boxers and in an over sized System of a Down t-shirt. He had obviously just woken up.
"Are you all right? I heard you screaming something about a train, so I came in…?" Ed took a seat on the edge of the bed.
"I just had a dream." Alphonse stated quickly, trying not to look up at Ed. He finally propped himself up and sat against the pillow and took a long sigh, "This train, it was just…very loud…" he rubbed his head; he had a horrible headache.
Edward grabbed the hair tie around his wrist, and began to intertwin a long, golden braid, "Well, yeah it must have been, you woke up Winry too. By the way, you should get your hair cut, your bangs are getting long…"
Alphonse didn't respond. He was looking down nervously, twiddling his fingers uncontrollably.
"Ed?" he asked quietly, glancing over to the clock on his nightstand. It was almost 6:30 AM; normally they would be up getting ready for the day.
"Hmm?" Edward just finished his braid, and started to flatten out his bangs.
"Did it hurt?"
Ed paused.
"What?" he asked confusingly.
"You know…" Alphonse's voice began to shake.
Ed looked up at the ceiling and began to think, and then his eyes widened, "Oh…you mean my arm and leg?" He glanced over to his brother with concern in his eyes, wondering why he was asking that question again.
Al nodded nervously.
Ed began to laugh, "Well, sure it did, but I don't see what the big deal is now, it's all over…I just want the god damned school to shut up about it…" Edward started to mumble something about being a cripple.
"Your not the only one in the world with fake limbs Ed, don't get so freaked out about it." Alphonse said quietly.
"I'm the only one in the world with machines", he whispered to himself, hoping Al wouldn't hear him.
Edward sighed, breaking the uncomfortable silence, "I can't believe you used to be friends with that god damned poser."
"Who are you talking about?" Al was wondering why he had changed the subject.
Edward used his fingers as quotation marks, " Envy…perfect nickname for that bastard, posers should all die…I can't wait till he leaves next year, if he even graduates."
Al's eyes began to widen; he quickly looked down again.
"He wasn't that bad," Alphonse started.
Edward snorted, "Ha! Not that bad? He's a druggie Al! He's probably gonna die from a heroin overdose, let alone the fumes from his hairspray…making his hair all crazy like that…shit." Ed trailed off in to completely different subjects. He began to massage his right shoulder, and rotating the socket, as if trying to get out a cramp.
"Is it going to rain today?" Al asked quietly, looking at Ed's shoulder.
"Maybe." Edward started, "My knee is sore too. The weather lately is fucked up, I'll tell you that…"
Oh come on! I cant be late, I CAN'T.
Winry fumbled with her locker door with one hand, holding her tool case in the other. She couldn't afford to be late…but the question was, why did she all of a sudden want to get there early? Granny never really did get mad at her for being 5 seconds late.
That's because you want to see you know who.
Shut up.
"God damn…" Winry whispered to herself, "I REALLY need to stop doing that."
She slammed her locker door and gasped. Just on the other side was the pale face of someone she did not enjoy seeing. She was leaning against the row of blue lockers, with her right foot propped up against the doors, crossing her arms, and facing the floor.
"Good morning Winry," the sultry voice asked.
"Yes, it is a nice morning," Winry said angrily, not taking her eyes off of her tool case, "I better be going, it reeks of sex around here."
"I know what's troubling you. Boys, isn't it?"
"You know, you can spell "Lust" and slut with the same letters?" Winry sneered and walked the other way. She heard the footsteps in heels slowly following her.
"I can help you," Lust said eagerly.
Winry turned around on the balls of her heels.
Don't take help from her, are you crazy? Don't you remember what she said about you?
"Why should someone like you help me." Winry said, staring her in her dark eyes.
Lust flipped her thick, dark hair elegantly, "My, you are still angry about that aren't you?"
"Who wouldn't be? The only thing that I'm not angry about is the fact that you will be leaving this year. And I laugh at the fact that you will one day die horribly from STDS." Winry grinned.
Lust laughed, "My, that is funny. But I really do want to apologize, if it bothers you that much."
"Yeah right."
Lust shrugged, crossing her arms across her chest, obviously trying to show off her cleavage. She was wearing a blacklow-neck corset type tank that was tied loosely up the center, with red lace along the neckline.She was also wearing low waist, skintight jeans, and hooker heels. Winry winced at the pain that was being brought to her eyes.
"Well then, I just won't apologize." She grinned.
"Fine by me," Winry turned around again and stomped quickly down the hallway.
Perfect…now I'm really gonna be late…
"How IS Edward doing in bed these days, hmm?" her voice ended the feuding silence.
Winry dropped her tool case. She ignored the fact that all her tools flew aimlessly all over the hall, and that a large wrench landed on her toe.
"YOU BITCH!" She screamed. Winry violently turned around.
No one was there. All she saw were heads of students popping out from the doors. They had heard the crash from the box she had dropped, and now they were all staring at her, confused; some were laughing.
Where the hell did she go?
"I don't care," Winry turned around and said to herself, "If only I took my screw driver out sooner, I could have popped those things she calls boobs…"
"My name is Miss Hawkeye, I will be your substitute gym teacher for the next few weeks. Unfortunately, Mr. Hughes is on vacation and spending time with his family," the teacher took out a flip book of pictures out of her pocket, all of the same little girl with pig tails, "And is expecting me to tell you all about his daughter Elysia…but none of that. We do gym, and I intend it to be that way." She placed the flipbook back in to her pocket, took the silver whistle and gave it a shrieking blow. The students got up after their warm-up, and made their way to the court.
Edward eyed his substitute. She had a fair face, with blonde hair tied back in to a tight, low bun, bangs sharply falling to the side of her face. She looked very serious, calm, cool, and collected, and she was also very young. Her eyes completed her look, a gentle, and mahogany brown. And that body…
"Getting a crush on the substitute I see?" Al interrupted Ed's thoughts. He was sitting next to his brother, alone on the bleachers, writing his name with a permanent marker on his school gym shorts.
"Shut up. I can already tell, she looks good, but she is GOING to be a bitch. All that matters is that we won't have to listen to Mr. Hughes talk about Elysia all day…" Edward wasn't wearing his uniform. First of all it was too big, second of all he hated gym. It was probably his worst class.
Alphonse laughed, "Actually, come to think of it, Roy is probably going to flip when he figures out there's a new female substitute in the building."
Edward smirked, "Hell yeah he is. Remember when Clara became the nurse?" He began to laugh.
Alphonse joined in with the humor, "Who can forget that, he went there every day because 'his throat hurt and he wanted a cough drop.'"
The brother's continued with their joking, but a shadow suddenly overlooked them. They both looked up slowly and found Miss Hawkeye standing in front of them, holding a red, rubber ball. She was paying particular attention to Ed.
"Edward Elric right?" she asked patiently, while he nervously nodded, "I got some interesting notes about you from Mr. Hughes. Don't enjoy gym much, huh?" she began bouncing the ball from hand to hand, expecting an answer.
Edward glanced over to his brother, who was laughing inside.
"Ah…I just don't enjoy sports much, is all." He grinned, making himself comfortable on the bleachers.
"You are Alphonse, his brother I assume?" she pointed to Al. He nodded, and noticing her hand gesture to get out on court, he did so. Ed watched as he ran over to the center of the court with all the other students, and heglanced athis brotherwho was lookingback at him mouthing 'Good luck.' Ed groaned.
"Now," she quietly whispered, "I know it's sudden for me to say this, but I understand…" she paused.
"Hmm?" he asked, patient ears attending. He loved it when teachers tried to talk about his arm and leg around him. It made them so uncomfortable. He didn't understand why they just wouldn't say it.
"…your conditions." She filled in appropriately. Ed shook his head slowly from side to side, and added a humorous sigh.
"Is that why you choose not to participate in this class?" she asked, still with a quiet voice. Ed sat himself upright, almost face to face with his teacher, as though he was about to tell her something important.
"Nah. I just don't like sports." His voice was stern.
Miss Hawkeye's brow frowned at Ed's expression. 'He is trying way to hard to pull off a bad ass look,' she thought, and smiled to herself.
"Well, tell you what. You don't have to put your uniform on, I would just like to see you get out there and play some dodge ball with the rest of the class. It wouldn't hurt to try." She paused; Ed's expression still didn't change much.
"You realize you are failing this class terribly. You should be in your low 20's but I think Mr. Hughes is just being to soft on you." She smirked, hoping that would change his mind.
Suddenly, Ed grabbed the ball from her hands; Miss Hawkeye's eyes widened in shock. Then he began to bounce the ball from hand to hand, with good precision, as if he knew how to handle it well.
"Fine," he added, "I'll play…but if I don't like it, I'm just sitting right back down." He added a sly smirk with his harsh tone, and made his way out to the court.
Miss Hawkeye watched the class carefully pick teammates, and she noticed that Ed was picked last; the captain was still not too happy. The expression on Ed's face still hadn't changed, but she was able to tell that he wasn't too happy about it either.
She sighed, What a troubled boy.
The gym class slowly proceeded on with their game, red balls flying aimlessly around the gymnasium. Most likely you would hear 'He hit me in the head!' or 'you're out bastard!'
Very quickly, many team mates were being hit, and heading back towards the bleachers, cheering for their friends that have survived. Miss Hawkeye was watching the students that remained on the court. She noticed that Al and Ed were still present, and some other athletic students that were showing off their skills. She tried not to pay any attention to Edward, who eventually got to the point where he was the last survivor on his team. All he had been doing was simply standing, and fiddling with his pocket watch; no one had bothered trying to hit him.
"Come on Elric, pick up the ball and chuck it already!" he heard a voice from the bleachers. He finally glanced down at the floor, noticing that he had many opportunities to just get some one out. He looked on the other side of the court; his brother and few of the many students he hated. Edward glanced over to Al, who wasn't paying much attention to the game either, so he just ignored him.
Great…I'm doing this all by my self…and now I gotta get those bastards out…
Edward ignored the screams from the people in the bleachers; and winced at the fact that he heard 'shorty' somewhere. He bent down and gently picked up a ball; it wasn't even inflated all the way.
Damn…now they go make it more difficult for me.
He carefully eyed his opponents; they were all holding balls, ready for him to make a starting move. Ed paid attention to one large student on the other side, holding two balls. He thought he looked like tough shit, but he was the best target. His body mass was bigger then most; if he tried leaping it would be a challenge because he would most likely jump to dodge the attack.
Jump…? Hmm, there's something useful...he raised an eyebrow in concentration.
"Come on shorty, throw the ball at me already. You want the glory, don't you?" the student sneered in his face across the court. Ed cracked his real knuckles and even winced at the pain he was bringing towards himself.
Edward eyed where the student's feet were in position. A little more then hip width apart.
Where is he leaning…
To the right; ready to at least attempt a leap. Ed kept his eyes on the floor ahead of him.
Grasping the ball tightly in his left hand,
He swung his arm slowly back behind him.
Eat this bastard.
The students gasped. Al's face filled with glee, as he gave a thumbs up to his brother.
The ball hit the student with great force, right where Edward had targeted. Instead of aiming for the floor at his feet, he faked it up towards the right; directly on his knee. It had hit thereright as he tried jumping to the right, just like Ed had planned. The student was on the floor, either in pain or complete shock. He had dropped the two balls that he had been holding earlier.
Miss Hawkeye's eyes were still wide. She shockingly glared at Edward. This student just said he had hated sports. He obviously knew what he was doing.
"Lucky shot!' the students were yelling from the bleachers. The other kid that Edward had knocked out was basically limping back, seating himself with his friends.
Ed smirked; his brother still smiling. Edward looked back to the other side, and noticed about 4 other 'tough jocks.' Each of them was holding a ball. Ed was weaponless, but he still had a positive look on his smug face. All of a sudden, a ball forcefully left a hand…
Caught.
Another one coming…
It.
Why do they even bother?
Every.
Last one…
Time.
Edward wasn't surprised to hear gasps from the crowd. He glanced over at Miss Hawkeye, who was quite surprised herself. She smiled at him, and quietly clapped for his small victory.
All that was left was Al. Edward smirked and picked up the last ball that he had caught, toying it from hand to hand. Al winked, and readied in to a position.
"FDA." Ed said to his brother on the other side, and threw the ball.
Al was quickly out of the game, after he had been forcefully hit in the right arm. Al was still holding on to his forearm, and rubbing the pain away. Ignoring the fact, he smiled over towards his victorious brother.
No body had clapped or cheered. Either they were in complete shock Edward had won the entire game…or they were jealous of his accomplishment. Ed looked out towards the bleachers; everyone was still staring, and he watched Alphonse make his way towards the teacher, and they began to quietly talk. Edward simply shrugged, put his hands in his pockets, and simply walked off the court, all eyes still on him.Just as he made his way past the line, the bell rang.
"Ed!" Alphonse was following him towards the locker room.
Ed turned around without saying a word. He noticed that Al was still lightly rubbing the red mark on his arm. He felt pretty bad that he hit him that hard…
"Miss Hawkeye was SO amazed. She even asked me to ask you if you wanted to be on the soccer team."
"Why?" he lazily asked.
"You have a great catch, I don't know why you can't notice that! Sensei tells you that all the time, when she throws random things at you. And for the soccer team thing, you would be a great goalie."
"Nah." Ed simply stated, "Sports aren't my thing. I'd rather stick with karate for now…" He made his way towards his locker door, ignoring the foul smells of the locker room
Alphonse began to take off his shirt, and open his door, which was right next to Ed's, and took out his duffle bag. He changed in silence, and watched Ed fiddle around with his silver watch.
"Looks like FDA really worked out there," Alphonse said as he put his converse on.
"Yeah…focus…determine…accelerate. Sensei knows best." Edward smiled.
Yay that was chapter two! i hope you liked it, who knew ed could kick so much ass in dodgeball hahaha. chapter 3 will be on next week,
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