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Chapter 6 - Someone Who's Special, But Not a Girlfriend.

Tuesday the 12th of January

Winry Rockbell looked at the kid before her with a dazed expression - did she know him? Long, dark hair; eyes that looked purple… was that even possible? Well, Ed's eyes were golden.

"Please?" asked the boy again, clamping his hands together, as if begging. "You're the best at Mechanics, right?" he semi-stated, semi-asked. Winry preened at the compliment, considering the second years request. Tutoring in Mechanics… all she'd have to do was go round his and give him her one hour special talk. She'd done it for Al, and his grades had shot up - and the two of them had got together, she remembered fondly, a soft smile gracing her features. Finally, she nodded at the kid.

"I'll have to come round yours through. Granny's not good with visitors." she said, "What's your name again?"

"Wrath!" replied the long haired boy, grinning gratefully. "You can ride home with me, Greed and Envy tomorrow." He added. Winry felt a flash of worry, however. Envy - the 5th year troublemaker. Was it a good idea to go to a delinquents home? He and Wrath were obviously brothers now that she thought about it - they even had the same odd names - and Greed, he had to be another relative.

"It must be nice to have siblings." she commented. Wrath shrugged awkwardly.

"Me and my brothers are kinda spaced out - we all came from different dads." he explained. Winry let her features adopt a surprised expression.

"But you and Envy look so alike…" she trailed off, watching Wrath shrug again.

"Envy dies his hair and stuff - he's naturally blonde, but doesn't wanna look like his dad." he explained, and was going to say more when the person of discussion walked up behind him.

"Little brother." he said, voice raspy, wearing all black as always. "Let's go." he added, dragging the other boy away and glaring at Winry. Wrath sent an apologetic look over his shoulder, but followed his brother nonetheless.

- X -

Wednesday the 13th of January

He was there - again! Ed glared over his orange juice, trying to make the blonde's head explode. What on Earth gave the giant great prat the idea that he was welcome to sit at their lunch table? Oh, that was right… Winry! He and Winry were great friends! And once Al had got over his jealously, he'd found Russell very agreeable and they were best friends as well. Ed trained his glare at Al - traitor.

"You guys have another detention tonight right?" asked Russell, and although he'd asked both brothers, his eyes were trained solely on Ed. It was something that really threw Ed off balance - no matter how much he glared and snarled at the younger boy, he wasn't effected by it and kept up his nice-guy act. Ed took a long drink from his plastic cup.

"And who's fault would that be?" he mumbles into the plastic, then; "Yeah, last one's Friday - why?"

Russell smiled good-naturedly.

"Just wondering - I guess Winry must be lonely, with her best friends always having to stay late after school." explained Russell, smirking at Winry. The girl coloured slightly.

"Oh no! Not at all!" she assured, looking at the table. Al reached over and took one of her hands in his.

"Sorry." he said, his voice a little lower and huskier then normal. Ed got the feeling Winry re-visited why she fell for Al to begin with - if the blush and bowing of the head was anything to go by. Al's caring nature could make anyone fall for him with enough effort. Still, Russell was so trying to stir a situation just then! He thought, going back to his previous activities, which included glaring at Russell. Said boy turned to Ed and smiled.

"They're sweet aren't they?" he said under his breath, motioning to the couple sat opposite them. Ed grunted in response. "You got a girlfriend Ed?"

Ed blushed slightly.

"I have… someone." he replied, glaring fixedly at the table top.

"Someone who's special, but not a girlfriend?" Russell deducted. Ed nodded slightly. "A crush?"

"The bell's about to go." Ed stated, standing up and fleeing the situation. Then, to his luck, the bell really did go.

- X -

"Stay here, copy these lines, don't cause any trouble!" snapped Hawkeye at Ed, who was staring at the blank page and pen on the desk in front of him. "I'll be back to dismiss you at the end of the hour." he added, walking out of her classroom and leaving Ed with the stimulating activity of line writing.

I will not fight on school grounds. He wrote, and was up to line 17 when the door creaked open and someone backed into the classroom, apparently struggling with a large amount of heavy books and folders. With Hawkeye long gone, he stopped his tedious task and went to help whoever it was. He took a large amount of the folders off the other before being able to see their face.

"Oh!" they exclaimed, shock evident on their face - "Hey Ed!"

Ed readjusted the folders.

"Hi Russell." he grumbled, wishing he'd just stayed in his seat. "I thought you had work…" he said. Russell shrugged.

"I do, just running a few errands for Ms. Hawkeye first." replied the taller blonde. Ed rolled his eyes, following Russell deeper into the classroom.

"Well aren't we just a goody-two-shoes." he mocked. Russell let out a deep chuckle, not at all disturbed by Ed's teasing.

"Yep." he agreed, heading towards the back of the extensive classroom. "Right old suck-up." he said, glancing over his shoulder and winking at the short blonde. Ed gaped. What gall! That bastard just… winked at him? What the hell? Why was he never effected by any of Ed's harsh words, or his old attitude? Russell placed his folders on the desk and turned suddenly, catching Ed off guard. The taller reached forward to take the folders off Ed, who instinctively leant back so as not to slam into the other teen. As a result both boys fell down. Ed went backwards and dropped the folders so he could try and cushion his fall, and Russell on top of him, who had lost his balance while reaching for the folders, then the falling Ed.

Ed opened his eyes (they had closes with the shock of falling and hitting the hard floor). Russell was directly above him, nose mere inches from his own; the boy was making no move to right their positions. He let his eyes slip closed again, he could feel a headache coming on.

"Russell." he said, raising an eyebrow, eye's still tightly shut. "Get of me." he ordered, though his voice wasn't very commanding. He felt the body above his shift, then his hands were pinned to his sides. He opened his eyes to glare at the younger boy.

"Actually Ed, I want to talk to you." said the taller, staring intently down at the boy he was effectively straddling. "I'm getting fed up of your sarky remarks - what have I done to upset you?" he questioned. Ed shifted, his back hurting against the cold stone of the classroom floor.

"I don't…" he trailed off, arching his back slightly. "What the hell Russell? Is now really the best time?"

"As good a time as any."

Ed growled under his breath.

"You landed me in a weeks worth of detention, I'm allowed to be slightly pissed!"

"You were the one fighting Al, how is it my fault?" Russell reasoned.

"You were the one who told him about working at Izumi's shop to begin with! Why couldn't you just keep your big nose out of my business?" Ed yelled.

"You should have told him to begin with, he's your brother!" Russell yelled back.

"Exactly!" Ed screamed in frustration. "He's my brother! Don't go lecturing me!"

"You look a lot like a girl, do you know that?" Russell changed the subject suddenly, making Ed groan.

"What the fuck? No I don't!" he protested, squirming.

"Yes you do. I notice it most when you're angry." the younger insisted, nodding at his own train of thoughts, but not breaking eye contact. "I'm nothing but nice to you Ed, I really admire you." he admitted. Ed blushed lightly.

"Well thanks, but I would still prefer you to get off me." he replied, finally beginning to feel awkward. "I promise to stop being mean." he added when Russell made no move to stand up. Russell shook his head.

"A little longer." he mumbled.

"What the fuck?" asked Ed, raising an eyebrow. But, since Russell wasn't making any move to get lost, Ed decided to entertain his whims - even if he didn't really understand what was going through the younger's mind. Russell caught eye contact again and began to lower his head until Ed was getting uncomfortable with the proximity.

"Hey Riza?" Said a recognisable voice, as Russell crashed his lips onto the teens bellow him. "Have you seen…" the voice trailed off and footsteps suddenly started rushing away. Ed managed to push Russell of and look up just in time to see the door slam closed after Roy Mustang's retreating back.

Gasp. Shock. Horror!

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~Od23