ok yeah, i am reposting chapters 7 and 8 because some people are saying they cannot see it, so im sorry yeah wahtever. here you go
Winry hummed to herself happily, as she squeezed the whitening toothpaste upon her plastic toothbrush. She began to brush her grinning teeth, dancing side to side to the song she was singing in her head.
But it's just the price, I pay, destiny is calling me…open up my eager eyes…"Cause I'm Mr. Bright side!" Winry sang loudly for all to hear, using the toothbrush as an imaginary microphone. She smiled, and looked at herself in the mirror. Aside from the smudge of toothpaste left under her mouth from singing, she felt great that morning.
A knock on the door interrupted the middle of her song, "Someone sounds a little to happy today," a familiar voice laughed behind the door.
"Come in Al!" Winry sang her words, opening the door, bobbing her head side to side.
Winry was still in her pink pajamas; Alphonse was all dressed, wearing a black zip up Volcom hoodie over a pink t-shirt, shorts, and his green converse, and he grasped his heavy book bag in his left hand. His eyebrow cocked at Winry's odd behavior, "Wow, don't ever sing talk again…" he laughed, entering the bathroom.
"So, whattya want?" Winry wiped the toothpaste away from the bottom of her mouth, humming the melody of the tune in her head. She filled a small plastic cup of water, and began to rinse; Al still glared confusingly.
"Ah, I just needed to put something away," he opened the medicine cabinet; Winry's facial cleanser fell out in to the sink. At that same time, she happened to spit out her water into the basin.
"Ha! Look at that," she pointed to her cleanser in the sink as it got splashed. Al couldn't help but laugh. He was so happy for her this morning, she was finally smiling again. He wasn't sure why she was so depressed those two weeks ago. Either it was PMS, or something happened, but he didn't know, all that mattered is that she was happy.
"Al!" she gasped, adding a giggle while drying her mouth with a towel, "Aren't you hot?" she pointed to his long sleeved sweatshirt, "The weather has been SCORCHIN lately!" she laughed, while taking her hair tie off of her wrist. She began to tie her hair back into a long ponytail on top of her bobbing head, leaving two long strands of blonde to soften her face.
"Eh, not really," he quickly turned away from Winry, and went near the window to crack it open a bit. He saw Ed out in the driveway, trying to open his car door. He tugged on the handle violently, his face red with anger. He kicked angrily at the wheel, and cursed out in pain from his stupid action.
"Ah…" Al started with a small laugh, "Ed's having trouble with the car again." He gradually shut the window, slowly pacing side to side nervously.
"Hmm?" Winry's bright smile quickly vanished, "I just fixed that damn machine about a month ago, and he goes and ruins it! What the hell can he possibly do to a car?" Winry slammed the medicine cabinet door furiously, shaking her head angrily as she stormed out of the bathroom without saying a friendly good bye.
Alphonse let out a relieved sigh. He took a quick look out of the bathroom, observing the halls quietly. He watched Winry storm down the stairs, screaming something about her where her wrench was.
He slowly took his head back in, and reached towards the medicine door, trying to open it as quietly as he could. He gently zipped open his bag, as carefully as he could, so that annoying zipper noise was mute; he took the item he was searching for and quietly placed it back behind the endless amounts of cleansers and whatnot. He wondered if Ed had realized it was gone again.
He then noticed his face in the mirror. He looked very tired, he had some slight circles under his eyes, and just looking at his own reflection made him want to crawl under his blankets and go to bed. He began to caress his chin, observing the skin carefully.
I wonder when I'll have to start to shave…
Edward stared through the glass on that dreaded chemistry door. He was having a very bad day as it was. First of all, he had locked his keys inside the car, and Winry goes and becomes pissed because she thought that he had ruined it. Of course, he laughs, how in the world can I ruin a car YOU fixed Winry, he asks annoyingly. He obviously received a smack in the head with her wrench. And of course, that smack from the wrench weakens his mind, making it nearly impossible for him to concentrate in calculus, when there just happens to be a very important chapter test. Frowning at the horrible idea, he had probably failed.
He took a hopeful sigh, putting on a fake smile as the students made their way towards lunch. After they were gone, he cursed under his breath, and rolled his eyes angrily. He knocked loudly at the door, hoping it sounded annoying.
"Good day Mr. Mustang!" Ed swiftly entered after opening the door; he had a wide grin upon his face, "How are you!" he slammed the door very loudly, and if anyone was able to notice, his eye slightly twitched.
Roy was sitting at his desk, staring at a mess of papers. He was furiously writing on grade sheets, and whatnot, not looking up once from his written thoughts. He had dark circles under his eyes, his jet black hair looked slightly messy, and he kept adding long sighs with every word he wrote upon the papers.
Edward oddly skipped over to his desk, still sporting that strange grin, and abruptly slammed his hands upon the table; Roy jumped a bit from his seat, and began to rub his temples and groan achingly from the sound.
"So!" Edward sang, tapping his mechanical fingers upon the desk annoyingly, "What's my punishment for today?" he added an false laugh, "After all, you gave me those detentions for no reason apparently!" his grin quickly began to fade, as he gently picked up a glass beaker on the desk and slowly tossed it from hand to hand. He glanced over down at his teacher, who was still scribbling frantically upon any piece of parchment that came in his way.
"Lets make this quick ok, I have a lunch to get too," Edward said menacingly, still trying to get Roy's attention. He continued to toss the piece of glass higher in the air now, still catching it with good precision. In the back of his mind, he quietly wished that he would accidentally miss it, and it would break.
"Ed," Roy's low voice finally broke the silence, "Do you think I'm a good teacher?"
Edward lightly placed the glass beaker upon the desk adding a soft smile, "Well. Now is the time you REALLY shouldn't ask me questions like that. K?" he added in a high- pitched, sarcastic voice; a muscle under his eye was still twitching from annoyance.
"No, really," Roy began to pick up each test from under the endless piles of paper. He slowly flipped through the pile like a deck of cards, his dark eyes almost appeared sorrowful.
"These tests, they're horrible," he placed them back upon the desk, "Am I doing a good job?" He didn't look up at his angry student.
Edward paused, and noticed Roy's face. His skin appeared dull, his black hair looked as if it had lost its sheen, and his shady eyes gave off the impression of lacking sleep. An uncomfortable silence settled between the two as Roy continued to eye the tests. Ed's face softened a bit as he took a long sigh. He closed his golden eyes,
"It's not you Roy, the people here are just all dumbasses, nothing more," he said quickly as he turned away; he leaned against the desk with his back facing the teacher. He looked down and crossed his arms and began to nervously tap his right foot upon the floor, which made an unusual loud noise.
Ed had no idea how long he was standing like that; he forgot that he had to get to lunch and meet up with Al outside; it was a perfect, warm day to eat at the picnic table. He also really wanted his sandwich, but he thought about that disgusting milk carton Granny had packed; he could just simply throw it away or maybe sell it to some dumb freshman.
Ed's thoughts were wakened from a noise that settled behind him; the metal legs squeaked against the hard floor as Roy rose from his chair. He walked out from behind the desk, and began to pace around the lab, stopping at each lab table to observe all of the beakers and tubes.
"Ed, this will be your last detention; you really don't deserve to have any more," Roy said slowly, as he held a glass tube in his gloved hand; his eyes still fixed upon what was ever in front of him.
Ed's eyes widened. He could feel a slight smile trying to grow on his jaw, but he quickly stopped it. He turned away and looked the other way at the clock upon the wall; he was 15 minutes late.
"Is this only because I said you're not a bad teacher," he asked angrily, thinking that he could just compliment Roy all the time and maybe get out of situations like this.
A pause settled between them, and Roy's footsteps have stopped from walking around the lab. A long sigh from Roy was heard across the room; Ed slowly turned around.
"No, I was acting childish," Roy said slowly as he observed the glass beakers with great precision, "But today, I would like you to clean the equipment, and that will be all I ask of you."
Edward continued to stare at Roy's distressed expression. Something about his eyes was just not right, it didn't appear as if he hadn't slept, he looked troubled and worried.
"Whatever," was all Ed could manage to say, even though he wanted that simple 'thanks' to leave his throat; he grabbed his bagged lunch that he left upon the table with a swift grasp, and turned again to make his way to the other door.
He stopped in mid step, after hearing the door on the other side of the room slam shut. He quickly turned around on his heels; Roy wasn't present in the room. Edward was alone, holding his bagged lunch by his side. He sighed.
Now I know what it feels like for someone to walk out on me,
He glanced back at Roy's unorganized desk. Millions of different colored pens were scattered across the top, not to mention papers out of file covering the entire table. A bag of Frito's was still opened fresh with a trail of crumbs upon the amidst of papers. A Dunkin Donuts coffee was also standing promptly next to the snacks, with a fresh mist of steam escaping from the lid.
Edward decided it was time to do a good deed. He walked over to the other side of the desk, seating himself down into Roy's chair. It was actually very comfortable, he thought. He picked up the bag of messy Frito's and attempted to brush the crumbs back into the bag, trying to clean up he messy desk for his stressed teacher. As he was brushing away the mess, his replica hand abruptly bumped into the cup of coffee, quickly knocking it over from the strong force.
Oh shit, this is what I get for trying to help, Ed thought as he shook his wet hand. The burning coffee had spilled all over his right arm; luckily, it did not affect him in anyway, he wasn't able to feel any kind of burn whatsoever. However, the spill happened to affect all the papers around it; the tests and quizzes were quickly absorbing all of the drink, and the brown puddle began to grow immensely as the cup rolled off of the desk. Edward cursed to himself some more, asking himself why he had even bothered trying to do anything in the first place. He could have gone STRAIGHT to lunch; it was probably over by now.
Leaving the bag of chips behind, he started to pick up all of the damaged papers upon the desk, and toss them into the trashcan next to the desk. He was getting his hands soaking wet, and he knew he was going to reek off coffee all day.
As he was moving all of the papers off from the desk, something peculiar caught the corner of his eye. He lazily tossed the pointless papers into the bin, and went searching for whatever he had thought he saw. Something that didn't look like it had to relate to school; he dug through the piles, ignoring the fact that he was making the desk worse and he was violently ripping papers as he clawed through the piles.
There, he had noticed a perfectly preserved envelope, still closed, with a fresh stamp in the corner, and the addresses written out in perfect cursive. His eyebrow cocked in confusion as he reached out slowly towards the letter, wondering if he should invade Roy's privacy.
Without any more hesitation, he gently picked up the letter in his damp fingers, and looked more closely at the writing.
Edward's once confused eyes widened; his iris shrunk and his eyebrows frowned. His hands were shaking as he held that letter; he managed to escape a small gasp as he read that address over and over.
It can't be.
Ed was breathing heavily, as the letter dropped back upon the desk; he didn't notice that it landed in the puddle of spilled coffee that was left upon the messy desk.
Edward wasn't thinking when he realized he was searching through all of Roy's drawers, carelessly tossing out any schoolwork that lay in his way. He violently went searching through the piles of books and pens, until he finally found what he was searching for.
A pile of old letters and notes lay at the bottom of the last drawer, as if they were hidden. Edward was shaking his head, repeating 'no' over and over again in his traumatized mind. He held all of the letters in his hands, frantically eyeing the words, reading them over and over again.
He observed the area; papers were everywhere, all of Roy's books and personal belongings were aimlessly all over the floor. All of the drawers were hastily opened; the area over all looked worse then before.
Edward was on his knees; his hands still shaking angrily as he held the letter in his hand. It was now terribly open, and Ed has read it over and over again. His mind was twisting in confusion as he read the last sentence yet again His teeth were gritting every time he read the horrid paragraphs, his eyes began to sting as his eyebrows sharply frowned. His name was not mentioned once.
I hate you.
Dear Roy,
I'm sorry this letter has arrived so late. I hope you are not too angry with me; and I pray many others are not also.
How are you doing these days? I grow tired here, and I'm yearning to come home. But I feel lost. I feel as if nobody wants me to come back to my home, is this true? I miss my beloved Trisha very much; I hope she is doing all right.
I noticed you haven't written lately, but I could understand why, and it is perfectly fine. I feel horrible that I haven't been writing to her, but I am afraid that they would not dare to read my thoughts. I believe they dislike me enough as it is. But I miss my Trisha, and everyone that I have once come to know and love.
I yearn to hear from everyone, and this may be possible. Please do not be upset with me, but I am thinking about returning. But, I am not sure if I can settle. I think I must stop running away.
But please my friend, do an important favor for me. Please tell my Alphonse to stop, and everything will be all right.
Sincerely,
Hohenheim
