Disclaimer: …. Just read the first few chapters. Whatever it says there is what I'm saying right here…..

A/N: Ok, let's get this party started! This'll get a bit more mystery to it, but it'll soon resolve itself in a chapter or two. Oh, and I'm gonna start putting who's POV (point of view) I'm using cause it changes occasionally so that we can get a better perception on everyone's feelings… k, then, here we go!

Private Lessons

After arriving at his classroom for the third time that day I softly open the door and step inside.

"Sensei? Uh… Sensei, are you here?" I pause as I listen for a response and when none greets me I decide that, since I was ten minutes early, he apparently hadn't arrived yet.

Something gleamed on the wall from the other side of his desk. My curiosity piqued, I slide around it into a place so dangerous only teachers dare enter the horrid space! Oh no! Behind the teacher's desk, you'll die! MWAHAHA! Just Kidding! Stepping in front of the glinting glass I see that it's a certificate, he has several of them back here. One for graduation, Mastery in English, Japanese, Mathematics, and World History, as well as a certificate proclaiming his graduation from the most prestigious university in Japan.

"Amazing isn't it?" A voice slides past my right ear, coming from a figure I hadn't even been aware was present.

I spin around and my nose brushes his chest because of his unexpectedly close proximity. I begin to blush furiously as I realize just how close he is. Thankfully, he's peering amusedly at his certificates and doesn't see my rosy face.

"You never would have thought that a person from such an elite class would end up teaching, would you?"

Smiling down at me he pushes me around his desk and to a seat in the front row.

Unable to stop myself I burst out, "Why are you teaching then, Sensei?"

"Because I couldn't stay in the military," he replies somewhat sadly.

"You were in the military!" I exclaim brightly.

Laughing quietly, but still with that hint of bitterness, as if a bad memory had touched his mind and contaminated it he looked up at the ceiling and his lips quirked in a soft half smile. "Yes, I wanted to save the world, but I decided that I should start with my own country first, that's where you kids come in." He glances at me and smirks. "You are the future after all…" He frowns down at the floor and his eyes show saddened shadows hiding beneath the otherwise clear surface. He seems to have forgotten my presence. "It's amazing how one person can change your life so drastically," he whispers in hushed pain.

Without thinking I blurt, "Who…"

Shaking his head, he snaps back to the present and conjures his mask back into place, hiding his troubled feelings. Clearing his throat he says smiling, "Well, that's enough about me. We'll start with simple things that you'll use every day here."

Putting on my 'game-face for learning' I suppress all the hundreds of questions swimming around in my head, and concentrate on the lessons before me. After two hours of grueling tedious everyday phrases and such Sensei ends the tutoring and stands up to put his pencil back in his desk drawer.

Sighing he grins down at me and admits, "Well, though you're a slow learner, because of your constant questions, you're a good one. Once you've learned something you don't forget it, and that's a lot more than I can say for most of my students."

"Thank you, I mean, arigato, Sensei," I grin in return as I remember to speak in his native tongue, although I know full well that he can speak English as well if not better than me.

Ruffling my hair he responds, "It's been a pleasure, now, go home. And I expect to see you again at 7:00 on Wednesday, and I will forewarn you that I have never been early or late for anything in my entire life. I am quite punctual and so…" he points a slender finger at me, "don't be late!"

Grinning wickedly, I salute and shout, "YES, SIR!" before turning on my heel in a graceful 'about-face' and striding confidently out the door.

Mustang's POV

'What a strange kid… Ha! This is going to be an interesting year!'

After quickly putting away the tools I had used to instruct Edward I pick up my briefcase and glare menacingly at the offending paperwork lying atop my desk. Turning from it, I forget that it's supposed to be graded by tomorrow and walk out of my room, whistling softly to myself as I go.

Striding down the silent halls, I begin to feel uncomfortable as my shoes make sharp, slapping sounds against the hard marble floors. I hate the dark and I hate being alone, ever since I was a small child I've feared being alone. But even though I fear loneliness I can't bring myself to get close to anyone… not again.

I've been with my share of women, and many other men's share as well, but I've never told them anything about me, especially not my past dreams of the military. I don't know why I told that child, a mere boy, but it just slipped out.

'Oh well. Can't win 'em all.'

I slide the entrance doors to the side and begin to step out, but the instant the black rubber sole of my shoe touches the somber gray cement beneath me, the clouds above let loose their torrents of tears.

In one quick instant I'm thrown backwards in my mind to five years ago. I was eighteen and the weather was just like this. On that deadly night the heavens cried. They poured down their sorrow upon man's vile head and berated us for our sins.

As rain forms in my eyes and pours down my already wet cheeks I think that it's funny that I would say that I pour rain, while the heavens cry tears. 'Isn't it odd that I would get them backwards? …No. … I am abandoned and disgusting. I'm something to be feared and condemned to the deepest bowels of hell, while heaven has remained pure and untainted. I've broken hearts, too many to count, I've spilt blood… I have committed the deepest sin possible… murder. Yes, I've killed… killed many, though I can still remember each and every one of their faces as they twisted in unspeakable pain and agony. Those haunted faces have never left my mind. …… I'm not to be trusted. I …'

"SENSEI! Sensei, are you alright? Get up! Sensei, please, can you hear me?" A voice sweet, though laced with fear, calls out to me and I reach for it.

Prying my lead-filled eyes open I focus on the shouting figure hovering above me.

"Edward?" My voice comes out, and although it is quiet and strained I know he has heard me because he abruptly stops shouting and relief washes over his dripping face.

As I take in my surroundings I realize that I am lying on my back in the middle of the concrete parking lot. My entire body is drenched, apparently because of my current position in a huge puddle, and I begin to shake uncontrollably as the cold seeps through my clothes and wraps its icy hands around my skin.

Edward's POV

As his body begins to shake I pull off my school jacket and place it over him, it's just as soaked as the rest of Mustang-san's clothes, but … maybe it'll help, if even a little. The rain instantly creeps through my undershirt and I begin to tremble as well.

Gently pulling Mustang-san up, I place one of his arms over my shoulders and sling my arm around his waist. Once I have a firm and steady hold on him I grab his briefcase and ask him where his car is. After finding the correct black car I lean him against the frame of it for support as I release him to search his pants pockets for the keys. I blush furiously as several unwanted thoughts find their way in to my slightly feverish brain. Retrieving the cold ring of keys I pull my hand from his person and unlock the car. I gently nudge Mustang-san into the backseats, where he lies down, and then run forward to jump in and settle myself in the driver's position.

Turning around a bit I ask, "Sensei? Where do you live?… I'll take you home."

A/N: And that's it for tonight, I'll give you more stuff later. And you can expect some startling reactions and a bit of humorous misunderstandings. And what this? Jealousy? By the way, yes, Roy is 23 years old, only 6 years older than Ed. I'm sorry for those of you who are gonna be like, 'oh but he's soo much older than that.' Well, here's what I say in return, 'it's my story dammit and I wanna make him young, hot, 'n sexy. If you wanna make him old then you do it in your own story, with your own time! Humph' (pouts) And sorry bout the whole 'heaven cries and I pour' part said by Mustang. I knew what I was trying to say, but I don't think it came out quite as I clear as I'd hoped…. Oh well. (sigh)

The following are my comments to certain reviewers, look for your name!

RejectedAndLoved: Basketball's my favorite sport too! I wish you guys good luck, stay undefeated! And I finished HP 6 a long time ago, took me three days WOO HOO, so you can email me and talk to me about it all you want. I'd be glad to discuss the books with ya. Here's a bit of information, the 4th one, Goblet of Fire, is my favorite one! Then, the 5th and 3rd, which both come in second place. Can't decide which I like more. The 6th one came in close third place… just loved it! And I really really really love your reviews cause they're long so, naturally, I just love em! (grin)

Diamondprincess2006: I hadn't read my own story in a while and I thought that Roy was an English teacher too, but behold, when I reread it I discovered that I made him the Japanese teacher… boy was I shocked. I kinda had to laugh at myself cause authoresses shouldn't forget their own characters' details so easily… that was my bad!

Yarg! I'm gonna get caught if I stay up much longer, so, sorry to those of you I didn't respond to. I THANK YOU WITH ALL MY HEART AND LOVE for reviewing me, but I value my life so I'm gonna have to call it quits tonight. See ya all next time, till then, have fun!