Alchemy Academy
AU FMA
I'm so sorry this has taken so long for me to get online, exams were murder and halfway through the week my friend kidnapped my writing journal so all my layouts and outlines were gone. :( I apologize for excuses but as a reward to all my patient readers I'll have a dramatic awesome and cliffhanger Halloween Special after this chapter up as an apology for the long wait. Anyways, warnings for this chapter include language, mention of sexual situations and interaction, violence, Miles being all scientific as he talks about homosexuality, and alcohol and drug abuse. I do not recommend or endorse any type of drug or alcohol use. And sadly I don't own FMA enjoy :3
Chapter Four Part One: Family of 1.5
Looking back now, I have no idea how long I must've talked to Miles that night or do I remember a whole lot of what was said. Waking up the next morning in bed with a fresh set of sheets and boxers on, everything sort of flashed back through my head along with the smell of the Snuggle fabric softener. I like the teddy bear on the label okay? Memories of the night before at Mile's house with the gang and Greed, getting to drive back home on a motorcycle with Greed, seeing him drive of then running upstairs and imagining THAT all hit my head at once like some sort of major sex fantasy-induced hangover.
Laughing at the irony of his name being Greed and not more appropriately Lust, I groaned and burrowed deeper under the covers hiding my shame. Feeling the sudden dry lines on my face, I remembered how I had ended up crying on the phone with Miles after IT had occurred. I am referring to the fact that I jacked off while thinking of one of my best friends and practically a physical representation of the word heterosexuality, I mean seriously the dude wears leather pants, and will continue to do as such until I get it straight. Closing my eyes shut, the entire conversation went through my mind for around the twelfth time since I got up.
Last Night:…
Gripping my now shower soaked hair in one hand and my cell in the other, I continued biting my lip hard enough to draw blood as a tired and flustered Miles did his overall best to console my fears. "L-Look Kim, don't freak out alright? It's perfectly fine, I mean c'mon. No ones gonna care if you're gay especially our group, we'll all be there for you on this, every one of us." That actually made me laugh just from the thought of the snake agreeing to such a thing. "Yeah right Miles, as soon as Martel even hears I so much as admit Greed's got nice hair, I might as well kiss my high school reputation goodbye. Bet she'd even tell that pansy Roy in all her new glee.."
I actually resorted to pouting as Miles could literally be heard slapping his forehead in frustration before reprimanding me as he checked the red mark that had formed because of it in the mirror. "Augh! No she won't Zolf. Trust me on this, Martel can be a bitch but even she wouldn't go that far. This isn't exactly something you can control as you please, it's completely natural. Throwing my hands up, I raised my voice before hushing as I heard rustling downstairs. " NATURAL? HOW-!...How is the fact that I'm attracted to my close friend who is, and let me reiterate, MALE in any way shape or form natural Miles…?...I'm such a damn freak I hate it…"
I could hear Miles sigh and what sounded like the tap tap of a keyboard and mouse click on the other end as I merely hung my head in slight defeat, lip starting to tremble even under the assault of teeth biting down on the now bleeding flesh from the telltale taste of iron in my mouth. "Zolf, since I know you and I realize no real touchy feely reasoning is going to work, let me lay it down scientifically. Lots of studies show that there are several differences in brain cells of that of normal men marked "heterosexual" and one's marked "homosexual". So in other words you were born with this, not something you chose. And in nature, studies show that in some species, sheep for instance , many rams showed considerably more interest in mating with other rams then the actual females."
Raising a brow I couldn't help the skeptical tone my voice took then as I rasped out " Miles since when am I considered a sheep and are you on the internet again...?" I felt a small smile curl on my lips when I could clearly hear Miles jump and a pitter patter of keys as he tried to close the current page he'd been reading. "U-Uhm..Nope! Not at all, I just read it in a book for Mr. Tucker's class is all. Very interesting stuff yeah?" He stammered out nervously though I could tell he was smiling too which made me laugh until I remembered my current situation and hugged my knees tight to my chest staying quiet for a while.
" I know what you're getting at Miles and believe me the scientific analysis helps a lot but it just hurts…I know he won't feel the same way, hell Greed's not even gay…plus what would dad even say if he knew…he'd be so disappointed…he'd hate me no doubt…" Feeling tears start to brim from my eyes, I all but buried my face into my arms cursing the fact I actually wished a certain brawny spiky-haired street punk would be there to hold me close. I wrapped my towel more closely around my shoulders before sulking out of my bathroom and landing with a soft thud on my bed curling up into a ball while peering up at the framed picture on my nightstand.
"Hey Zolf, don't be like that okay? You know your dad was always accepting of all types of people no matter what. All he'd care about is that you're happy and if this is it then go for it. Remember none of us have even asked Greed if he's gay or not and he hasn't hooked up with any of the girls on campus so the door's wide open." Wriggling out of my blanket cocoon, my eyes widened at the sudden truth to Mile's words as he yawned softly on the other line, clock near my bed blinking 2:03 a.m. in fluorescent blue lighting. Yawning as well, I decided that while yawns do seem to be contagious, my body was telling me it needed sleep so I tied up my hair, phone resting in my lap.
"Alright thanks Miles, this has really helped a lot you have no clue. Why don't you get some sleep yeah…? You sound tired and it has been a long day an all." I remarked after changing both the sheets and pulling on some clean pants before hopping into bed again, listening to Miles chuckle as a telltale fwump told me he was probably headed in the same direction. "Yeah alright Kim. Call me if anything else comes up okay? Or if you just need to chat again. You know I'll be here for you." Even though I could hear how tired he was from his voice, I smiled nevertheless because I knew everything he'd said was true. Miles would always have my back even for something as bizarre a dilemma as this.
Hanging up with a curt nod and the signature snap from my cell closing, I fell back into my pillow staring up at the lights flashing across the ceiling from my window shining from the headlights of cars and trucks as they zoomed by hopefully home to their drivers own beds this late at night. Reaching over and flicking off my bedside lamp, I thought of the strange tattoo on Greed's left hand as I dozed off. Recently I'd even asked him about it and he told me what it was called though he still won't tell me why he has it or if it's got something to do with his alchemy. Sighing softly and letting sleep take over, the small serpent devouring its own tail seemed to circle throughout my thoughts as I fell fully asleep. The sign of the infinite…
End of Last Night.
As I thought back to the previous night, my eyes lingered yet again on the picture of my dad before I shook my head and jumped out of bed cheerfully musing to myself as I trotted down the stairs, clock now reading that it was around noon. Miles had been right about Greed, and come to think of it, I've never seen him hang around any other girls except for Martel and that's barely consensual on his part. Aside from his life out of the Academy, Greed didn't even show much interest in any of the female student body despite remarking to me on many occasions of some girl he'd see pass by with a huge rack or nice ass, which usually only served as a joke. Plus I've never even asked if he's bi or gay or anything.
As of last night and the days leading to it, Miles and I both came up with the fact that I am in fact bisexual since I still admit I like girls though at the moment as long as Greed's in the room I doubt my consciousness would even bat an eye at three naked supermodels in miniskirts. Miles even put forward the fact that Greed rarely shows any real affection, physical or emotional, except around me. But that could mean anything…he could just see me as a really good friend and if I come forward and spill my guts to him it could ruin the whole thing then he'll end up leaving the group and I can't!
Immersed deep in my own inner turmoil, I didn't even notice the pale hand that reached out from the sofa until it grabbed hold of my shoulder making my head snap around to look down with worry then slight sadness at the sight in front of me. Oh man…Mom's awake…Noticing the sudden dryness that had overtaken my mouth keeping me from uttering even one word, I swallowed back the shallow breaths that threatened to spring forth at the sight of a woman that once was and perhaps still is my mother.
She smiled at me, which is a good sign even though it was a hazy one at that, her gaze seeming to focus in and out on my features as she peered up at my face through dark blue eyes. So she's sober but she's coming off her high…not the worst I suppose I simply thought to myself, bruises up and down my arms and back seeming to throb just a bit. "Hmmm hey baby, I didn't know you were up. Did you sleep well? I heard you get home late…" Her voice came out slightly hoarse but still clear and with that natural sing song pitch she had always had back when I was a kid. Getting up shakily on her thin legs, she was still just slightly taller then I was at her full height which made me feel like I was five years old again and had a scraped knee from my bike as she ran a hand fondly through my hair.
"Y-Yeah sorry mom…Miles and the gang invited me over for a movie an Greed drove me home afterwards.." I couldn't help the stutter that came out when I talked to her like this. Not after all that happened last night, and she probably won't even remember half of this after she passes out again…Trying to hide my face looking down, I tried to distract myself with things around the room as I practically smelled rather then heard her get closer. She still reeked of weed and cheap alcohol but under it all I could still detect her old scent. Like watered down lilacs…My eyes opened from the dreamy state the scent had induced as I felt cold but soft hands prop my face up for her to see.
"Oh that's nice honey pie, did you have a good time?" Finally opening my eyes, I just nodded while trying my damn hardest not to let my lip tremble. Her eyes seemed to spark to life for a moment under all the chaos and euphoria the alcohol had given her mind as she tilted her head to the side, long raven black hair just like mine falling over her shoulders in slightly smooth midnight tresses. "You've been crying. Oh my sweet little robin, tell mommy what's wrong and I'll make it all better alright? Please Zolf I just want to help"
Using her pet name for me that I hadn't heard in what seemed like ages, she stepped forward embracing me in what could pass as a motherly hug. Bringing my arms up around her and returning the embrace, I realized then how thin and frail she'd gotten over the years. Even with all the faults though, I could still never deny that my mother was beautiful. Age had taken its toll as did the alcohol but she was still a sight to see in daylight. Dad had always even teased her back then, calling her his precious flower to make her blush and giggle which always got a laugh from me.
Shaking my head, I smiled sheepishly at her as I pulled back from pale arms. "Nah ma I'm alright…just stress from school and all you know? And I'm dealing with a lot lately in a relationship, well a friendship. Hell I don't even know anymore…" I had to smile at that when Mom simply smiles happy as can be and clapped her hands together. "Oh honey pie you work too much! I'm so proud of my smart strong boy, why don't you go upstairs and relax and I'll fix you something to eat okay?" It almost seemed normal, waking up early on a Sunday morning and having your mom cook as you settle in for the following Monday. "Yeah Mom…That sounds nice. Just don't go overboard, I don't want you overexerting yourself."
Smiling and giving one last wave, I headed back upstairs and to my room for a nice do nothing day, frowning as the door closed and I peered up at Dad's picture still staring at me from its resting place on my night stand. The upper left corner was still warped and badly frayed from where Mom had tried to burn it after that day but my dad's goofy smiling face could still clearly be seen as he threw his arm around my shoulder when the picture was taken, me looking like any average kid happy to get a picture taken with dad. But in this reality nothing is normal, not forever at least…
So that's the end of part one. Sorry that this particular part is so angsty but I need to get the whole history out there while still keeping to the plot so that's what this and the next part are all about. I tried to get Kim's mom right with the whole spaced out attitude but I'm not quite sure how it came out. Lol I do love Miles in this though. Please review and tell me what you al think and the second part will be up tomorrow I promise!
