Alchemy Academy

AU FMA

Yup so here's part two. We'll finally see Kimmy's big confrontation with our greedy homunculus and maybe a little "envious" influence as well. ;) I am now doing commissions so if anyone wants a story or a pairing done just forward me your request through review or private messaging. I am a student however so I can only do so much with homework and what not so first five requests I shall make happen. :3 Anyways I do not own FMA or the characters sadly but I do own the plot. Warnings same as last time, language and a few hints to sexuality also homophobic dialogue and violence in just one particular fight. I do not support or approve of homophobia or any harm meant towards the homosexual, bisexual or transgender race, I am only using the one term for the plot. On with the show then. ~

Chapter Two Part Two: Awkward Apology

Time seemed to slow down the last few agonizing minutes of Math class as I anxiously scribbled arrays in my notebook for no other reason it seems then just to pass the time. I've always been particularly good at math so I always end up finishing my work early on in class. So with nothing but free time since Ms. Sheska apparently couldn't find me any extra credit work to do under all those books she keeps sprawled out over her desk. So my fate seemed to be set on sitting there, drawing transmutations that had nothing to do with my actual research from my combined boredom and own nervousness for what I had planned in just a few short minutes. With my mind as far gone in daydreams as it was, I wouldn't have been surprised if a turquoise panda with yellow polka dots sprung to life from my notebook full of odd random seals.

I honestly had to kind of laugh at that thought. Sighing and finally resigning to my own bad luck, I closed the notebook shut and resorted to simply staring at the clock. Three minutes left till four, I can wait, three minutes, two fifty seven, two fifty six. Miles looked up from his own notebook which he was currently filling up with notes from today's lesson to shoot me a friendly smile when he saw my dreamy distracted state. "Kim you know since you've already finished your work and probably next week's homework knowing you, you can probably just ask to leave early. Ms. Sheska likes you and as long as you just tell her you need to speak to a student, I'm sure she'll let you off the hook."

Ah good 'ol Miles, always lookin out for me. Chuckling softly to myself, I smiled at him waving the thought away with a simple flick of my wrist noticing for the second time that week that my tattooed palms were nearly healed from their last little falderal. "Nah Miles, I'll be fine really. Besides it would be cruel of me to force her to find a piece of paper to write me an excuse in all that mess she calls books." That earned me a laugh from Miles which in turn brought a smile to my face as usual. I honestly didn't mind Ms. Sheska, despite her easily flustered mindset and nearly stifling spectacles she called glasses. She's really one of the few teachers here that I actually like instead of merely tolerating so I can make better use of my alchemy. Ms. Sheska wasn't an alchemist nor did she teach it, just simple and advanced Math, Algebra, Geometry, Calculus and Trigonometry. Only she could manage and process all of this because of her brilliant memory for information. There's even myths that she's memorized every volume of the Academy library word for word.

Nonetheless, Miles was just trying to cheer me up since he of all people knew what I was going through at the moment. And it had worked too until I was jarred out of my thoughts as the bell suddenly rang. What? But I still had one minute and two point five seconds left! Suddenly flustered with my window of opportunity slowly closing, I grabbed my bag and all but ran out of the classroom even as Ms. Sheska stumbled up to her feet to try and address us before we all left.

Giving a quick wave to Miles as Olivier joined his side to walk home, I sped down the hallway toward the school gymnasium which seems funny now since usually it's the one place in the academy where I try and stay as far away from as much as humanely possible. The reason, or reasons were currently standing right in front of the door as I barged in. "Why Hello wayward student and welcome to your marvelous Physical Education class~! Physical strength and perfection have been passed down through the Armstrong Family for generations so allow me, Alex Louis Armstrong, your teacher to enlighten you and broaden your horizon so you too can reach your physical peak!" As the color surely faded from my face at the sight of the brawny P.E coach enlisted at the academy flexing what I'm almost certain is an unhealthy amount of raw muscle, a grunt interrupted his speech as a very muscular but slightly less sparkly man joined his presentation. "Ah yes along with my assistant coach Sid Curtis, we will both lead you down the path to physical enlightenment young man~!"

As the blood drained from my body completely at the embarrassing display of two grown men sparkling and flexing numerous muscles as their shirts ripped off at the seams, a familiar deep chuckle met my ears causing my brain to wake up from the combined state of shock and terror. Head snapping up I caught sight of a head of spiky hair and familiar grin before he turned away, walking out of the designated exit on the other side of the gymnasium. Crap! I forgot there's a back way behind the academy that leads right through my street! Ignoring the obvious contest being held by the two men I sprinted across the gym to the door and bolted outside looking around.

As I scanned the area, I remembered the exact reason why I hardly ever use the back way and even go to some lengths to avoid it. Eyes squinting in disgust I looked past all the empty beer bottles, cans, cigarette butts, assorted trash and discarded dirty magazines left here by the lowlifes to look for anything tall dark and overconfident. Eyes now focused, I caught a glimpse of him about thirty feet away surrounded by a group of thugs who by appearance made him look like some kind of church boy in leather pants. Wait, how did he go such a long distance so fast…? My thoughts were interrupted as what seemed to be the leader of the thugs, a greasy unkempt boy probably eighteen or nineteen with crudely transmutated jaws like some sort of crocodile, stepped forward with a knife.

"Look man, we don't want any trouble yeah? All we're saying is if your brother's gonna dress up like a little faggot, he's gonna get treated like one. Or at least like that skanky sister of yours." he drawled out, my guy's fists clenching tight seemed to go unnoticed as the dumbass bastard just continued "Those cuts on her face ever heal up? I'd hate for there to be any bad blood between us Greed, you're like my bro dude!" My eyes went wide as the arrogant bastard handled his knife thoughtfully at the notion of cutting up some poor girl even if she was a slut. I apparently wasn't alone on that since as soon as the words left his crooked mouth, one of the five thug's heads was bashed into a wall with a sickening crunch, Greed's fist gripping the man's hair as the guy's body went limp.

"Don't. You. EVER talk about her like that. And as for Envy, if you ever bother him like that again I'll mess you up so bad you'll wish you were still as freakishly disfigured as you are now!" he growled out through serrated teeth as he let his previous victim sink to the ground. Huh, so his name is Greed..? And he has siblings named Lust and Envy? Kind of odd names. Nevertheless, this Greed was a whole different person from the happy go lucky guy I had fought before. This Greed was just….frightening, and it was FANTASTIC!

All of the thugs seemed to grow nervous from seeing one of their own taken down so quickly, as they should. The leader seemed to shrink slightly, obviously having been confident with the ratio of five against one up until now, before growling and baring his crooked crocodile-like teeth and jaws, hand nervously lashing out with the knife. "O-Oh Yeah? I aint afraid of some sorry ass punk! C'mon boys, let's put this fucker in his place! Get him!"

Greed seemed to have been waiting for that, dropping his backpack and taking off his sunglasses as a bomb seemed to go off amongst the thugs, all of them charging forward with pipes, bats and the leader with his knife. A chord of fear was struck in my mind as the possibility occurred to me that this Greed guy could be really badly hurt. Damn cocky bastard, you're gonna get yourself killed! Stepping forward and unwrapping my palms, I stopped and simply stared at the sight as time seemed to go still. Greed ducking down as one of them took a swing, long arm jabbing an elbow painfully deep into the thug's right leg with a telltale crack of bones snapping before he grabbed the pipe as the man dropped it wailing in pain. Purple eyes dark and dangerous, he shoved the pipe hard into the next one's stomach effectively knocking the wind out of him then bashing the last one's head in as the latter fell to the ground.

The sight all but took my breath away, not only at the sheer strength, power and deadly accuracy but also at the fact that it all took place in under a minute. Greed just stood there glaring at the cowering gang leader, in the middle of what looked like a battle field, three men much older than him all cringing and whimpering at his feet like some sort of whipped dogs. And the asshole didn't even use alchemy!

As he stepped towards the shivering little wimp, the weakling tried to plead with him of course, stammering out as he tried to grab for the knife he had dropped in shock during the whole thing. "Hey c'mon man be cool yeah? Greed? Greed man you know you an me will always be bros right? I was just kidding! Just some brotherly fun, you know like we did way back when!" Greed simply scoffed, none of the humor and amusement I had seen before when he fought me evident on his face as he harshly kicked the knife away from the lowlife's outstretched hand, small trinket skittering to a halt a good fifteen feet away.

"I only have four brothers, and you are not one of them. Stay away from my family" and with that he delivered a solid left hook to the guy's crooked jaw, the considerably older teen falling unconscious to the ground as the snap of his jaw dislocating rang out. You could have heard a pin drop in the alley way that had once been so disturbed by riotous vile cursing and drunk or drugged laughter, Greed standing in the midst of it as he stood up to his full height letting out a weary sigh. Beautiful…It was the only real thought that circled through my head at what I saw.

"Oi, you gonna stand there all day gaping like that?" he suddenly smiled as he turned his head towards me replacing his sunglasses, walking back and grabbing his backpack from under one of the unconscious forms which he lifted up with his foot. Still thoroughly stunned, I just blinked and sort of stared at him as he walked over cautiously. Does he think I want to get back at him from earlier..? After that I wonder if I even could...Shaking myself, I looked back up at him calmly, both of us now standing relatively close to one another but he still seemed to give me some space which was appreciated.

"O-Oh! Uh….No not really. You alright? Those bastards seemed pretty strong…even for a bunch of pathetic bottom feeders…" I babbled absentmindedly, Greed seeming to blink behind his shades in confusion or astonishment before I realized just how worried and concerned my expression was. Frowning and hiding the faintest blush, I shoved my now bare palms into my pockets muttering softly. "Not that I care, Shark faced asshole…"

At that Greed threw his head back laughing heartily in his deep rough tone, causing me to let loose a breath I didn't even realize I had been holding before he raised a hand carefully at first then ruffled my hair mussing up my pony tail slightly. Back to his old self it seems…good… I bit my lip to hold back the smile that had formed as his laughter finally died down and he gave his usual grin.

"Sorry ya had to see that Kimmy cub, but you know these guys were just reeeeaally pissing me off. Gotta put them in their place am I right?" he smirked as if waiting for me to give some sort of reply. Frowning, I figured with my pony tail for a bit before giving a curt nod and stating "Yeah guess they deserved it too, ganging up on you like that…"

Somehow someway, completely without my realization of course since I definitely positively do not like this guy!, we ended up walking home together since the back way was now thoroughly clear of those street rats. The walk back was awkward as we both seemed to want to discuss the same thing but couldn't, Greed frequently adjusting his bag on his shoulder and me fiddling with my hair nervously as we walked close to each other. "My name's Greed by the way…but you probably heard that from them…" I just nodded wishing I could simply talk and get it over with.

Seeing my street getting dangerously close, I swallowed my pride and was about to speak up when he beat me to it. Stopping in his pace causing me to stumble slightly before I stopped as well, he ran a tattooed hand through dark brown spikes as he sighed and looked at me from over his shades. "Look…I'm sorry about the whole thing on the roof okay? New school schedules exhaust me and I guess I got a little cranky. I'll let your dog friend sleep up there from now on if it'll help…" Greed almost seemed…ashamed, embarrassed, sorry even and it honestly freaked me out and had my stomach doing all kinds of flips from the way he was staring at me with such deep beautiful amethyst orbs.

Scrambling for some kind of cool response so I wouldn't seem like some cast out chick, I stared at the ground not realizing I was blushing and stammered out "I-It's okay yeah? Don't mention it. I was kind of out of line too trying to use my alchemy like that… could've really hurt you." I paused and looked up shyly, unsure of how to continue. I never really have been good at apologies, dang it what is it about this guy that's making me really want to try..Hard…Seeing him looking straight into my eyes slightly dumbfounded by my response, I tried to let my gaze wander down again before I felt a warm hand left my face up gently and found myself looking straight into depthless amethyst.

"So I'm sorry…" I finally spit it out, too caught up in his stare to really think straight. The hell's my problem? He's a guy just like me! I'm not gay so why…Greed just seemed to smile which only made me curse softly as I blushed more. "It's okay yeah? I'm sorry too. Your alchemy's pretty impressive though. I've never seen people tattoo the seals permanently onto the skin before. Pretty amazing concept, you never have to waste time drawing symbols or worrying about rain canceling the reaction"

If I was pink before, I probably turned deep crimson now heh ironic huh?, at not only the fact he apologized but the sound of such high praise I had never heard so well delivered about my techniques. From what I could tell from his words and what Frank had told me, the guy actually had an amazing mind for alchemy under all that tan spiky haired arrogance. And he's impressed by MY alchemy!

Flipping my pony tail off my shoulder and trying to seem unattached as I mumbled a small thank you, I remembered why I had followed him in the first place as the leather strap brushed my shoulder. "Oh yeah! I still have your bracelet if you want it. Thanks for letting me borrow it but I have ties at home if you need it back." Raising a brow at my statement, he gently took hold of my ponytail and pulled it back over my shoulder, me just trying to deny the fact it felt nice to have him work with my hair.

Tugging softly and pulling the leather strap loose, he smiled and replaced it on his bare wrist, rejoining its twin on the opposite arm as my jet black hair fell free over my shoulders. Without even noticing it we were on my street near my house even. Which pissed me off, just getting to know the guy and WAIT WHAT AM I SAYING! A light chuckle interrupted my inner conflict as he smiled at me genuinely for the second time that week. "Thanks for bringing it back, little Wrath was getting all worried and rambling that the academy was overrun with pickpockets or something."

Waving as he headed up to Dublith Street, he turned around once more and grinned, earning a small smile from me. "I'll see ya around school yeah? And you know you should wear your hair down like that more often…it's really pretty." With that he headed uphill and after the train passed behind him, he was gone. I simply leaned against my gate for a while before smiling and laughing softly as I walked inside. Mom was passed out again on the couch, empty alcohol bottles strewn about but for once I didn't care. I ran upstairs and took a shower, cheek and neck still warm from where his hands had been.

So loooong! lol I'm sorry this is such a long chapter but I hated the thought of adding a third part and I like the flow of it this way. Anyways woo! Finally a little yaoi action for all those patient fans out there, well light shounen ai but still hints of what's to come. But anyways as you can see from the mention of Little Wrath, I'm gonna be using the old FMA sins so Bradley would be Pride and Selim well nobody. :3 I also gave a peek that in here Greed cares about a few of the sins at least like Lust, Envy and Wrath and even a peek at Kim's life at home and what he's got to deal with. Hope you enjoyed! Reviews are love and I'll update soon as I can!