Whee! chapter 6 has some weird humor in it today! thaks for the reviews people . well in this chapter...stuff happens. find out for yourself! idont know if theres any roy/ed fans out there THERES NO YAOI IN THIS STORY but their both mentioned alot toghetehr in this chapter, cause their just such good freinds cough
by the way, the thumb and index finger thing, i dont know if i said it partially right. i have a yoga dvd and thats all i can rmemeber about the hands..O.o; lol YES YOGA IS COOL. (but no ed and al dont do yoga, they do karate HIYA)
ok im gonna start doing this thing, cause everyone sdoing it, and i feel special when i see my name, these are the peopled that reviewed for chapter 5:
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"Sensei, can you put in a different scent? Lavender gives me a headache…"
"Shut up Al. Lavender soothes the mind, and I REALLY need my mind soothed." Izumi stated angrily.
Al, sighed, and grinned a little. Sensei was so funny; he had no idea what he would do without her.
The two of them were sitting in the middle of a soft, blue mat. The lights were dimmed, and lavender incense was burning softly. They were across from each other, both their eyes closed, in deep meditation, before Al broke the silence with his headache.
Al opened his eyes a little bit and observed the dimroom. He couldn't concentrate today, his head was pounding insanely, and that lavender was making him tired. He wished Ed had come today. Of course he got that detention today for walking out of the classroom, and not going to the office when they called him down. As soon as Al had heard that announcement over the loud speaker during the last lunch, he knew Ed was in trouble again.
The two sat in silence for some time. Al really couldn't calm himself, and he just sat with crossed legs for a little while. He noticed Sensei's hands as she meditated. Every time they meditated after training, there was always that weird hand position that Alphonse never understood. You took your index finger and rested it against your thumb, placed it on your knees and just simply began. Sensei never started mediation without getting into position like that, but every time Al tried it with his hands, his fingers got tired.
"Sensei?" he finally built up the courage to ask his question out loud and break the deep silence. Surprisingly, Izumi didn't move at all. Not one eyebrow cocked like it always did when she was annoyed. She continued to sit, expecting to hear more from his question.
"What is with the hands exactly? I mean, you never told me what the purpose of it was. Is there even a purpose?" he continued with his questions, studying his fingers.
"Look," she said, reaching out her hand, her eyes remained closed. She brought her index finger to her thumb, and placed it back upon her knee.
"The index finger represents yourself," she flashed her index finger into his face.
"Your thumb represents the universe," thus doing the same thing with her thumb.
"When brought together, a peaceful setting iwith you and the universe iscreated.Remember that Alphonse; I'm surprised you never realized it before, it's pretty obvious." Her eyebrows slightlyfrowned, but she tried her best to keep the muscles in her face calm.
Alphonse continued to stare at his tiredfingers, placing his index finger on his thumb repeadtly.
"So, where is the bean, exactly," Izumi asked firmly, her eyes still remained shut. Al wasn't sure if she was still in meditation and was able to talk at the same time. Sensei was really unpredictable.
"Eh, he has another detention today," Al said, quickly shutting his eyes and tried to remain as quiet as he could, hoping Sensei didn't realize he wasn't in the mood to "clear his mind."
Izumi grunted, "Hmph, has he even been taking his meds lately."
Al quietly laughed, "Ha, good one Sensei."
"No." she finally stated firmly. Her response was so loud, that Al had no choice but to open his tired eyes again. He noticed that she had already gotten up on her feet, flattening out her white robes, a stern look upon her face, "The real ones. Has he been taking them."
Alphonse looked up at his teacher, his silver eyes frowning. He didn't want his face to look too obvious, so he simply shrugged to his teacher who evilly loomed over him.
"Don't even think about lying to me," she crossed her arms aggressively, her dark eyes narrowed at Al.
His eyebrows quickly rose, and he quickly got up on his feet, stumbling for a second, and took a quick bow.
"Gomen Sensei…" he paused. He finallytook a quiet sigh; "No…I really don't think he's been taking them…"
Izumi let out an angry breath of air, and shook her head, "His bipolar is never going to get any better… If he were here right now, I would have shoved those pills down his god-damned throat…" she punched her fist into her cuffed palm, her teeth gritting.
Al managed to crack a smile and add a muffled laugh as that image appeared in his mind. But he thought about his brother for a minute, thinking of how his condition could get him into more trouble today…knowing him, if Roy pissed him off, he would probably knock him out.
Izumi began to untie her black belt and take off the top of her robe exposing a simple white t-shirt. She lazily wiped a bead of running sweat from her warm brow, "It's getting hot, let's call it a day." She glanced over to Al, who was still wearing his thick robe while packing his things into his bag.
"Al, you're making me hot just looking at you. Take off that damned thing, will ya?" Izumi whined to her student. She flipped at an annoying, black braid that swept into her pale face. Alphonse continued to put his items away, and didn't look up at his teacher.
"No…" he gulped… "I'm not that hot," he muttered while heaving the bag upon his shoulder.
"You have NO IDEA how pissed I am at you Ed," Roy was fumbling with the endless amount of knick knacks hanging off of his key chain, trying to lock the door behind him.
It was about 5:00 PM, Ed's detention ended about fifteen minutes ago, but Roy had a long talk about his embarrassment that occurred earlier.
"Oh, well you know what, I'm oh so sorry Mr. Mustang!" Ed replied sarcastically, opening his golden eyes wide and blinking them repeatedly to imitate a forgiving child, "Maybe I can tutor some kids to make it up for you AND WILL YOU GOD DAMN HURRY UP AND LOCK THE DOOR!" Ed had it on his last nerve. He was in no mood to stay longer at school and help Roy in the teacher's lounge. He wanted to go home, and sleep. And maybe eat something. Yeah, eat. He was starving. He would do anything for some steak right about now…
Outback Steakhouse...
Roy sighed annoyingly, finally locking the door with the golden key dangling off of his chain; "You think you're in a bad mood today? THE DAY YOU DISCOVER WHAT REAL ANGER IS, IS THE DAY YOU GROW AN INCH." Roy turned and stared Edward evilly in the eye, his black eyebrows pulled down sharply.
Ed grinned, " Oh pshaw, and pigs are gonna fly outta my ass, I fuckin know what anger is Roy..." His fake grin quickly disappeared, and he also began to stare Roy in his dark eyes.
They had no idea how long they were evilly glaring at each other. Of course, it didn't bother them at all. Almost every other day, Roy had to crack a short joke in Ed's face, and Ed would insult him back. They had been fighting like that for as long as they could remember. It kind of disturbed other adults that were in the bad position to witness them, but half the time, they just had a good laugh about it later, and forgot what they were arguing about in the first place.
They were both walking down the hallway; Roy was walking far behind his annoyed student. Ed holding his chemistry book lazily at his side, Roy tightly grasping a black briefcase in his hand. Both their faces were red with anger; the janitor even quickly walked away and started cleaning another hall when he noticed them storming down his path.
Finally, they reached thier destination on the first floor. Ed turned his head angrily, shoved his fist in his pocket, and quickly walked his way towards the front doors, without saying goodbye.
"Wait, Ed." was what he heard behind him. He slowlyturned around, noticing that Roy was still patientlystanding in the middle of the floor, "I want to give your test back, if you want, you can come and walk down to my office. It's right next to the auditorium."
There was a moment of silence between them. If Ed listened hard enough, he was still able to hear that slight echo of Roy's last words travel through the empty school.
Ed sighed angrily, and rolled his eyes, "Whatever," and slowly walked towards his teacher.
"Ha. Nice desk. Got enough pictures of Mr. Hughes on here?" Ed was holding a frame enclosing a picture of Roy and Mr. Hughes. Roy was sporting a serious smile upon his pale face, his dark eyes appeared happy. Mr. Hughes was flashing a peace sign with his fingers to the camera, and had a wide, joyful smile upon his jaw. The light from the flash reflected offof his rectangular glasses, making his happy face unusually bright.
"Hey, I've know him longer then you," Roy playfully punched Ed on his left shoulder; Ed couldn't help but grin as he put the frame back down next to Roy's laptop. Roy was quickly typing grades on the chemistry classes' grade sheets, and printing out new tests and study guides. Ed noticed his test within the graded pile, a 98 circled in bold, red marker.
"I'm surprised you missed those two points Ed," Roy started, still not taking his eyes off of the screen, "But still, good job as always." After about five minutes, he finally turned off his laptop, and placed everybody's poor tests back into his case, "Come on, I'll drive you home today."
Ed nodded, and followed him out through the doors. They were quickly walking down the arts hall. Edward observed all of the talented paintings and artwork that stood on the easels and walls. Beautiful photos were sealed in glass casings down through the hall, some in a simple black and white, and others with enthralling colors.
Maybe Al will get his work in here one day.
His artistic thoughts finally halted to a question, Had he ever even see Al's art yet? Alphonse always talked about this certain painting he was working on. Yet Ed had never witnessed him work on it, or even see it. He wondered if it was good; he wondered if it was as good as Mom's paintings...
Edward paused, Roy still continued to walk. Ed turned his head, towards the auditorium doors, where he heard a soft sound occur behind them. Roy turned around, noticing that Edward's footsteps have stopped.
"Ed, what are you…?" he watched Ed as he opened the heavy doors and entered in to the dark room. Roy sighed and shook his head annonyingly, and eventually followed him in to the theatre.
It was pitch black in the back of the auditorium; the lights were bright upon the stage, where talented actors and actresses waited, rehearsing their lines. Thick blue and yellow curtains draped the area, adding a soft hue to the different rainbows of lights that scattered upon the drapes in the back. Roy searched for his student throughout the rows of red, velvet reclining seats, and found him sitting in the back corner.
"What Ed, you've never seen the auditorium?" Roy whispered sarcastically to Edward, while taking a seat in front of him. He quickly opened up his brief case, and took out the same papers he was working with earlier, pretending to grade them.
"Eh…I never really come in here a lot," Ed relaxed a little, putting his feet up against the back of Roy's chair, and crossing his arms behind his head. However, he didn't enter because of the beauty of the theatre, he heard something familiar in here.
"Hey, what are they doing in here anyway?" Ed asked Roy. Roy didn't reply. He had stopped fumbling with his paper work; however, he continued to stare at something up front. Ed kicked the back of his chair with his fake footto get his attention; his blonde eyebrow cocked when Roy still didn't respond.
All of a sudden, Roy slowlygot up from his seat and began to walk down the side aisle; he had left his brief case in his seat. Edward's face twisted in confusion as he witnessed Roy walk quickly up the ramp on the side aisle, as if trying to hide from someone because of the darkness settled there. Ed fixed his eyes to wear Roy was staring.
Oh hell no.
"Ok guys, I'm going to take a quick attendance before we start," Miss Hawkeye's bold voice rang throughout the large room.
Edward couldn't help it, but he started to insanely laugh inside his head. Roy was falling for the new sub, and he was watching her every move like a horny teenage boy. It happened every time there was a new woman in the school, and it wasn't new to Ed. Half the time, he would try to sabotage it, just for a good laugh, and Roy's relationships never really lasted long thanks to his troublesome student.
Roy placed his elbows upon the guardrail attached to the side aisle in the corner, and rested his chin in his hands. His eyes were dreamily fixed upon her; he seriously looked like a stalker.
Ed was thinking of random things he could yell across the auditorium that would humiliate him; but he paused. Nah, he thought, I embarrassed him enough today.
"Winry Rockbell." He heard Miss Hawkeye's voice echo.
"Eh?" Ed brought himself upright, frantically searching the front rows. Blonde head, where the hell is that blonde head? He vaguely saw her hand shoot quickly up in the air. He finally figured it out, it was Winry's faint voice he heard in here that pulled him inside.
The auditions are today? Winry's trying out for Juliet?
He quietly laughed to himself.
This I gotta see.
Ed didn't want to sound horrid, but Winry just wasn't good with the arts. He wasn't one to complain, he sucked too. She really didn't have talent for music, and she never really liked drawing or painting. Yet again, he never really did see her act. And she was very overly dramatic sometimes. But she will always just remain the machine freak everybody came to know and love.
Ed impatiently sat throughout some people's auditions, and he also tried to ignore Roy still freakishly standing in the sideaisle. Some people were over all horrible, and others were decent with their lines. About half an hour passed, and he realized he was getting really hungry again…
He saw Winry in the center stage. All of the golden auroras were on her; she squinted from the blinding lights. She was standing shyly, twiddling her fingers. Ed wasn't even sure if she wanted to be up there, but something in her eyes said that it was something she must achieve. Even though she appeared nervous, she was going to make it through.
Her hair was up, with his hair tie. It shone bright and beaufitul in those lights. Edward finally remembered that he still had his hair down. He looked over to his shoulders and noticed his golden locks falling upon them. He never realized his hair was that long.
Oh well, at least Roy didn't say it looked like a mullet today…"I'll be trying out for the role of Juliet," Winry spoke clearly and seriously to the witnessing students in the front row. Surprisingly, Winry wasn't even holding a script in her hands; she was saying her lines from memorization. Ed glanced over to Miss Hawkeye in the corner with her clipboard; first of all he had no idea she was organizing this play, second of all she looked verydifferent. Her blonde hair fell down around her fair face, and her warm brown eyes were bespectacled. She didn't look like the stern gym teacher Ed had to put up with before.
He glanced over back to Winry, who began to clear her throat delicately. He rested his head against his arms as they lay on top of the seat in front of him; his golden eyes concerned.
"Good luck," he whispered, knowing that Winry wouldn't be able to hear him anyway.
Winry closed her blue eyes softly,
"'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague,"
Ed's eyes widened. Those simple words. He had read them before in that stupid book, but when Winry said them…he actually began to understand the meaning.
"What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man." While saying those words, Winry used wonderful gestures, portraying the emotion from the scene wonderfully. Her face, looked calm yet upset; she yearned for her Romeo.
"O, be some other name!" she rose her voice, looking up at the high stage, calling to the heavens that appeared to the audience as she acted.
"What's in a name? that which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title…!" she dropped on to her knees on the floor, and buried her convincing face into her palms. A dramatic pause filled the silent air, as the students in the auditorium awaited for her final line.
"Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee, Take all myself." She said quietly, yet angrily, not looking once out in to the audience, still on her knees depressingly.
Applause filled the auditorium immensely; some whistles were heard. Her acting even caught Roy's attention from Miss Hawkeye towards the end, and he was also clapping for her talent. Miss Hawkeye was on her feet, applauding loudly for all to hear.
"Winry, that was absolutely beautiful! Well done," she said, happily writing something upon her clipboard as she sat back down. She tried her best to keep that calm, serious face, but that smile just wouldn't leave her jaw.
Winry happily trotted off of the stage down the stairs, and went back to her seat. Some people were whispering 'Good job!' and others were giving her high fives.
Edward was still standing, his mouth slightly agape.
Winry had amazing talent. He had no idea whatsoever that his friend could act like that. She memorized every single word from the damned play, and said each word flawlessly. It was like she was Juliet, standing up there alone, crying for her star-crossed lover. Her face, her voice, her actions, it was just perfect.
He was so happy for her, yet something was wrong. He didn't clap for her. Was he so amazed by this he FORGOT to compliment her talent? He sat back down, pointless thoughts rushing through his mind.
"Wow, your little girlfriend has some skill up there," Roy was back, annoyingly whispering in Ed's ear while he was in deep thought. He had un unusual smile upon his face.
Edward's eyes widened immensely, "What! She's not my girlfriend! She's like…my sister! That's GROSS!" he pretended to gag as Roy chuckled to himself.
"Sure she is," Roy abruptly patted him on the head, and started to ruffelEd's goldenhair,"By the way, nice mullet today."
Ed's face steamed, but all of a sudden, an evil grin slowly started to crack through his angry look as Roy stated to put all of his things back in to his brief case.
"Yeah, Mr. Mustang I SAW YOU TAMING YOUR TROUSER SNAKE BACK THERE!" Ed yelled loudly; his voice screaming through the auditorium He quickly ran out of the auditorium and slammed the heavy doors, and even though those doors were thick, Roy was still able to hear that devil's insane laughter.
Roy slowly turned his head behind him, a faint blush appeared on his pale cheeks, his eyes wide. Students were utterly confused, some trying to conceal their laughs; some were kind of disgusted to hear that about their own teacher. Most importantly, Miss Hawkeye was utterly shocked; she dropped her clipboard.
I am never giving that bastard a 98 on his tests again…
haha im sorry, i needed that trouser snake part in there.heh heh.
well chapter 7 will be on as quickly as possible! sorry, i have no idea when all the drama and romance is setting in, that will be in the end lol, and i will try not to get this account delyaed again..lol
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