Ok, here's chapter 4!
Ok yes, thank you for the reviews people! I feel so happy, even though it's 7, and I've seen so many more, but I'm surprised people are gonna read this anyway.
Yeah, in my comments, I noticed alot of people are holding a grudge against "envy" heh, and you probably all think he's my least favorite. WEll actually, he's one of my all time favorite. But for some reason, I just see him as "that school druggie" If you all want to know, Envy is a REALLY important charectar in this story. What he said to Al is very important, and he will be in there later. Lust is kind of important, but has to do more with Winry's side of the story I guess. The other homunculi might be in here, but I'm not to sure yet. Also, I guess in Bradley High, reputation is important. That's why Ed makes a big deal over Russell, and homecoming, and etc.
Please R&R! thanks
...And a trace amount of 15 other Elements
"Something…important…today."
Edward was quietly mumbling to himself while standing in front of the bathroom mirror. It was Monday morning, and like any other morning, he was getting ready for hell. His hair was down, and a mess; he accidentally left it in a braid when he slept and there were girly waves all over. He over all looked dead that morning. And worst of all, he couldn't remember what was sheepishly lingering in the back of his mind. Someone told him to do something today; it was supposedly important.
He stared at himself through his tired, golden eyes, in deep thought.
"Why can't you remember, STUPID," he said as he was opening the medicine cabinet. He was searching for his razor, looking behind millions of Winry's creams and ointments, and noticed it wasn't there. He could have sworn he left it there, but he didn't let it bother him, his face wasn't that bad…"Finally, BED." Edward said to himself happily as he plopped himself on to his warm mattress, and pulled the comforter over himself. It was last Friday, after he was pretty much up that whole night helping Winry with her homework.
He only dozed off for about five minutes before the phone rang again.
"Why do people like TO CALL SO LATE!" he meant for that to stay inside his head, but he ended up screaming it, hoping he didn't wake anybody. He threw the blankets off; kicking his way through the hundreds of sheets he never remembered being there. The phone rang about three times; he was getting annoyed.
He finally fell out of his bed and crawled over to the phone at his nightstand, and finally grabbed it,
"WHO THE HELL IS THIS!"He heard laughing. Familiar laughing.
"Roy, I told you to NEVER call this late…EVER." Edward said sternly.
"Ha, I'm sorry Ed," Roy laughed on the other line, finally taking a breath, "I couldn't call during the day, I was busy correcting everybody's horrible tests. Of course you did fine."
"Hmm, what a surprise, "Mr. Mustang"," Ed replied with a sarcastic tone.
Roy groaned, "God, it bothers me to hear you say that, I've known you since you were born…" he trailed off, and cleared his throat, being cautious not to get off track like that again.
"Anyhow," he used the stern voice he always used in the classroom, "I need a favor from you."
"What." Ed asked annoyingly.
"On Monday, Mr. Bradley is coming to observe the classes," Roy paused noticing that Ed hadn't replied in any way.
"Doesn't that name ring a bell." Roy stated angrily.
"Yeah, whatever, the school is named after him, so what," Ed was rubbing his drooping eyes, he wanted TO SLEEP.
"He's the superintendent, and he's coming TO MY CLASS. And I'm asking you to behave. Also, to make it look good, we're going to be talking about the human components and the chemistry of the body…"
Ed grinned to himself, "No problem, that stuff is easy."
"NO rude remarks, absolutely NO SWEARING," Roy continued on with an endless list of Ed's flaws in the classroom.
"And of course I still have to call you Edward to sound professional." Roy added. Ed could tell he was smirking on the other end.
"Same goes to me with "Mr. Mustang" of course," Ed smiled, adding a yawn at the end, "Fine, I guess I won't talk, just don't call on me, or brag to the class about how GREAT I am, I hateit when you do that." He yawned again, scratching his head.
Ed realized the yawns had became contagious, as he heard Roy's long yawn at the end. There was a pause; Ed was twiddling the spiral cord of the phone.
"Did you get any news from him." Edward finally asked, calmly, but with an angry undertone.
"I'm sorry, no, I haven't heard from Hohenheim lately." Roy stated firmly.
Edward sighed angrily, and began to lightly kick his dresser with his left foot, shouting 'stupid' over and over again in his mind.
"WELL," Roy finally added, to end the silence, his voice was excited, "Did you see your new substitute, Miss Hawkeye? Wow, If only she liked wearing mini skirts…"
"GOOD NIGHT ROY." Ed hung up the phone.
'Damn,' he thought as he climbed back on to his bare mattress, 'Adults can be so gay sometimes.'
Winry dropped her books.
"I am going to kill her."
Winry wasn't sure if her eyes were filling with tears, or if she was about ready to punch a random passerby. And why shouldn't she, they were all laughing behind her back anyway.
She ripped off the piece of horrendous paper that was once taped from her locker, and ripped it violently into millions of horrendous pieces. Even if that cruel note was gone, she would never forget it.
She looked behind her shoulder, witnessing some people giggling, trying to convince her that they were simply only getting a drink of water. She wasn't stupid, she could even hear them talking about her.
"Yeah, I think she's pregnant with Ed Elric's baby! At least that's what this senior told me…" Winry saw a student down that hall whispering to someone else, their eyes in shock, a hand over their mouth in surprise.
Winry couldn't read lips, but she had seen that phrase so many times, she had lost count. She was completely used to it, noticing every single word mouthed in the gossiping students.
She began to clench her fists, her head basically in her locker, thinking of many possible ways of how she could kill that damned slut.
How IS Edward doing in bed these days, hmm?"What, exactly, did that note say Winry?"
Winry was lying on the most comfortable couch she had ever sat upon. It was red, and soft, and had lots of fluffy pillows she could bury her tear-stained face in.
"I'm sorry Miss Ross, I just feel so uncomfortable saying this…this is my first time in the guidance office…" Winry sniffed. It was true though; she had never talked about this to any stranger before. But her counselor looked very nice, and helping. She had short, black hair, a fair face, and a beautiful beauty mark under her left eye. And she had a nice, warm smile.
"It's okay Winry, I'm here to help. Whatever you say in here doesn't leave the office…" she paused, noticing Winry's sad eyes. She could tell that everything she wanted to say was already known beyond the office. Miss Ross frowned.
"It said 'Go home you fuckin pregnant slut.'"
Miss Ross's eyes widened, her fingers started to grasp her clipboard tightly. She noticed that Winry had abruptly shut her eyes, trying to keep her tears from escaping.
"I'm so sorry to hear this Winry," Miss Ross replied softly, looking down at her clipboard. She had dealt with situations like this, but she had never seen anything this horrible.
Some years ago, many tragic things were happening in my life. I was too young to understand the consequences, or that they could haunt me forever. I have two best friends, and they are the best friends I will ever have. I have known them my whole life. I don't know what I could possibly do without them. It would be like losing two brothers.
I have dealt with loss before though. My parents, they passed away when I was very young. I remember the day very well. My two friends came over that day to comfort me; they made me presents to cheer me up. I was so upset; I didn't accept the gifts. They didn't understand what I was going through; they hadn't the slightest idea what it was like to lose someone forever.
But…I was wrong…
Everything was beautiful throughout the years. We would always play down by the river, swing on the swings, and of course we would have fights here and there. But one night, October 3 I can never forget, something horrible happened to them…
I live next door to them; I was the first to see it. It was the first fire I had ever seen, besides in a fireplace. Their whole home, was ablaze in red and orange; black smoke was clouding that starry night and it was raining ashes. Nobody could breath; I was so frightened, I hugged my grandmother with all my might. But all I could think about were my friends.
My friend and his mother were trapped inside… But my other friend, he wasn't inside at the time; he was the one, to come crashing through my door, tears down his face, he couldn't talk, he was stricken with fear, all he could do was watch firemen try to save his brother and mother…they wouldn't let him inside.
I didn't know what to do. I was so scared, I was crying hysterically; I had never ever thought I would deal with anything as horrendous as this. All I could hear was screaming. My dog Den wouldn't stop barking.
And when the screaming stopped…
I don't know what happened after that. My granny says the smoke made me pass out, but all I was able to think about was my friend and his mother that were trapped…
My friend…he tried risking his own life to save her…he loved her so much; we all did. He was only about 8. It amazes me, how much a child can mature that quickly…to be able to sacrifice his life for his mother...
He made it out though, I remember the very next day, he was lying in my bed with bloodstained skin…he was terribly injured…his arm and leg…were of no use to him anymore.
They both live with me now. They had no other family to go to. Their father had left, they both can't remember him much…of course they had caring people that would take them in, but my granny and I were the first people they came too…
Nobody really does know what happened except all of us…and it bothers me so much, that people will make horrible rumors just because he is living with me now. I just want them…to stop.
A still tear fell upon the clipboard, staining the paper. Miss Ross watched as the paper slowly absorbed her tear; it had fell upon the name Winry Rockbell. She watched, as the ink in the letters slowly ran down the margin.
"It's Edward Elric, isn't it." She broke the saddened silence.
Winry looked up from her wet hands, her eyes glistening in the light.
"You may not know it Winry, but he does come in here a lot…I've spoken to him. I have indeed heard this story…many times…" She said very quietly.
Winry sniffed, and wiped her eyes. A stain of black mascara smeared across her flushed skin.
Miss Ross came up from her stool across from Winry and slowly walked over, grasping her clipboard with both hands, and took a seat next to Winry. She slowly reached out and grabbed her hand, holding it tightly, her head down.
"He cares very much for you. You two…have a very special bond. Don't ever break it." She took out a tissue from her pocket, and gave it to Winry, and gestured her to wipe her stained cheek.
"But…I feel so horrible crying all the time. This didn't happen to me, it happened to them! Men should learn how to cry, I have to cry for them because they are to scared…" Winry stuttered; tears still slowly escaped from her closed lids. She took the tissue, and after wiping her face did she notice a giant black mark upon the snow-white tissue. Black…like that night.
All of a sudden, her arms were around her counselor, hugging her tightly, her tear stained face buried in her shoulders. Miss Ross's eyes widened in shock, but her face eased, as she returned a warm and gentle hug.
"No…" Miss Ross quietly whispered, "He does cry…"
"Ed, you don't even look presentable! Did you even shave this morning?" Roy was hissing in Ed's tired face before he entered the lab. Ed swatted Roy's face away, hoping no body was watching his teacher bitch in his face.
"Hey, IT'S NOT ABOUT ME," Ed whispered violently back into Roy's face, "NOW IF YOU EXCUSE ME MR. MUSTANG I BETTER GET TO CLASS." Edward stormed past his teacher and made his way into the room. The bell had already rung, Ed was in his seat, and Roy was still in the hallway flattening out his tie.
Edward noticed a man sitting in the corner of the room, holding a blue clipboard in his tough hands. He didn't look to old, maybe in his 40's somewhere, but he looked pretty serious. But that one trademark that this man had that nobody was able to miss, was that black eye patch on his left eye. Why was it there? Everybody wondered. Well, nobody knew the answer, they just all stared.
This can't possibly be the guy that they named the school after…"Ok class!" Roy entered through the door, his black hair neatly combed, his tie finally flattened; Edward snickered to himself as he watched Roy grin a totally fake smile.
"Class, over in the corner there is Mr. Bradley, please behave today in honor of our special guest," Roy was loosening his tie now, making his way to the whiteboard, and turned around. It was obvious he was nervous.
Mr. Bradley continued to sit, writing furiously on his clipboard, when all of a sudden he looked up, a friendly smile upon him, "Just pretend I'm not here everybody, no need to be nervous." His voice was deep, but warm. What made his sentence funny was that he was particularly addressing it to the teacher; Ed was still snickering as quietly as he could.
Some time flew by, where Roy choked a bit on his words, or some student did something to piss him off. Very five minutes, he would glance over to the superintendent, who was constantly looking down at his clipboard.
Edward was not paying attention whatsoever; he already knew what he was talking about, because of that annoying late phone call from him. He tapped his fingers annoyingly on the lab table, observing the room, trying not to pay attention at Mr. Bradley's odd eye patch.
He noticed that sophomore Russell, who was sitting across the room. He never really did get a good look at him before. He was patiently writing down every single note, a concerned look upon his face. Edward looked at where his feet were; perfectly flat on the floor.
Ed felt his face steam; these stools were HIGH. His feet, of course narrowly miss the floor when he sits. And that sophomore has no problem whatsoever.
Winry is going to homecoming with HIM? He is WAAY to friggin tall, if they dance, damn it would look gross…and he's younger then her! Why would he want to ask someone older to a dance? IT MAKES NO SENSE! Stupid. Get a fuckin life and get a girl that's tall enough for you, HA! YOU CAN'T! NO ONE IS THAT INSANELY TALL! It's GROSS! Haha, I laugh at your misfortuned HEIGHT!
Edward quietly groaned, and brought his face to the table, adding a long sigh. He wished he were that tall…
"Edward…" a stern broke through his envious thoughts.
"Yes, Mr. Mustang!" he brought himself quickly upright, and gave the impression he had been paying attention the entire time. He noticed Roy's eyes; he was giving him "that look", which meant "one day I WILL kill you if you embarrass me like that again." Ed had known Roy his whole life, and he had seen that look a million times. Yet he wasn't dead yet…
"Aren't you going to answer the question?" Roy annoyingly tapped his foot on the floor, while his eyes darted back and forth from the superintendent, back to the confused Ed. Ed quickly dashed his eyes to the board, components of the human body…percentages…was all he could get.
"Ah…" Ed started, "Let's see," he pretended to think; he glared at his teacher, his golden eyes screaming "help me."
Roy sighed, "About the components that make up an average human adult being…let's see if you were paying attention." Roy smirked, getting his revenge on Ed.
"Well, eh, ok." Ed started to notice that the class' eyes were all on him; some people were obviously laughing, some were muttering 'teacher's pet' others were sleeping and not paying attention at all.
Ed finally shook his head and laughed very quietly to himself,
"Water, 35 liters. Carbon, 25 kilograms. Ammonia, 4 liters. Lime, 1.5 kilograms. Phosphorus, 800 grams. Salt, 250 grams…"
He stopped. All eyes were on him. Those next components, he couldn't remember them. He glanced over to Roy, who had half of a smile growing, but was expecting to hear more.
"Heh," Edward embarrassingly laughed, "That's…all I could remember.." he sat back down grinning. But secretly he was ashamed.
Damn…I always remember that. What happened? Oh who gives a crap, no one else will know, Roy better friggin appreciate this, I made him look good at least…
"Thank you Edward, for your participation, all of that is fine…" Roy started turning towards the whiteboard, with a glorious look upon his face. He noticed that Mr. Bradley was very pleased, and was continuing to write on his board.
"Excuse me, Mr. Mustang," Russell's hand shot in the air. He had been paying attention the entire time, being the good student that he was. Edward evilly glared at him as Roy asked him what he wanted to say.
Russell cleared his throat politely, "Saltpeter, 100 grams. Sulfur, 80 grams. Fluorine, 7.5 grams. Iron, 5 grams. Silicon, 3 grams."
Edward thought he was going to kill him.
The girls would NOT take their eyes off of him. Everybody was so completely amazed that he knew those simple components, but when Ed was trying his best, nobody had cared. Everybody had just fallen for a pretty face. Ed cursed under his breath. He literally hated everybody here. He always did…
"Oh," Russell added, as he turned in his stool to face the astonished classroom, "And a trace amount of 15 other elements…"
"I fuckin knew that." Edward said angrily under his breath. All the girls were dreamily sighing, he heard 'Wow he's so smart!' The guys were getting jealous at this point, and Edward was about ready to punch someone.
Roy however was also amazed. He glared over to Mr. Bradley, who was grinning widely in the corner, clapping quietly.
"My Mr. Mustang, you have some talented students in here," he laughed, "Especially that young man up front," he gestured over to Russell.
Russell smiled, and took a quick bow, more dreamy sighs arising from the girls.
Edward frowned angrily, quietly pounding his fists against the table.
"Ah…" Roy started, quite shocked at the result, "Thank you sir…?" He scratched his head and giggled nervously.
All of a sudden, a large sound of the door being slammed was heard. Half the students jumped from their stools, Mr. Bradley's eye widened, Roy's face heated up with annoyanceas he noticed one of his studen'ts stool was empty.
Dammit Ed, you're gonna pay for that...
WEll yay that was chapter 4! hmm many things seem to unravel there...dun dun dun duuunnn/ yeah, al wasnt really mentioned in here, but he probably will be later. so know we have winrys side of the sotry hoo rah
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