A/N: yay chapter two up! (well technically chapter 1?) Thanks to the people who reviewed, glad u are enjoying the story. I hope to have the next chapter up sometime tomorrow if things go well. Once again this isnt beta'd so sorry for mistakes. I dont normally write in first person and i think i jumped a bit from past to present tense? If you see any errors feel free to let me know. Reviews are love :)
Two years later..
The clouded sky was lightly stained with red as the setting sun made its final appearance of the day. A cool breeze passed me by as I wrapped my overcoat around me a little tighter. City lights glittered down the street, it is a beautiful city, but it isn't my city. This place could never feel like home despite the all too familiar faces that passed me by every single day.
I trudged up the three steps leading to my temporary home. The inviting smell of food wafted to my senses as I walked by the kitchen. The tall blonde standing over the stove turned towards me as I entered the house.
"Hello Edward, hope your hungry I've got dinner cooking." Seeing that face caused a tang of pain in my heart no matter how many times I saw it. This wasn't the blonde boy I wanted to see every morning, he was so similar, yet so painfully different.
"Yeah, I'm gonna go do some reading for a bit, let me know when its ready."
"Again? I know you are passionate about, whatever that magic is you talk of, but even you need a break from it don't you think?"
"I don't have time for breaks, I'm really onto something this time." Grabbing a glass of water I turned to head up the stairs.
"I hope you don't mind but I invited Erika over for dinner. You remember her right? Mr. Pelski's daughter from the market? You two seem to get along pretty well." A smile curving against the blondes lips.
Yes. I remembered her, the blue eyed girl from downtown. She was sweet, able to hold a nice conversation but she was nothing special.
Wooden stairs creaked underneath my feet as I made my way to the second floor. I pushed open the second door seeing my books and sketches scattered about the room covering most of the floor. One small patch of carpet still showing from where I had sat the night before. I was so close, so very close it made my skin crawl. I was inches away from accomplishing my dream. My hand endlessly scribbled on a piece of blank paper. I couldn't let myself get too excited, as sure of my plan as I was, I had to be prepared for every possible outcome.
A gentle knock sounded at the wooden door, as Heidrich came halfway into the room.
"Dinner is done. You must be something Elric, that girl doesn't talk about anything but you." he said with a chuckle.
I followed him down the stairs while trying to rub the writing cramp from my hand. I was met with a gentle smile as I walked into the dining room and picked one of the vacant seats.
"Good to see you again Edward, how have you been?" A voice so light and feminine.
"Busy but I'm alright. How's the shop?" I asked pretending to be interested, which really wasn't the case. I knew the girl had a thing for me but I clearly wasn't interested. Heidrich had done his share of trying to get us together despite the numerous hints that I wanted nothing to do with it. I had too many things to focus on and to be honest, I preferred strong, broad shoulders around me rather than dainty fragile ones.
"…is thinking of remodeling but we don't have the funds yet. I think it would really help business if we expanded the…" I stabbed at my potatoes, drifting in and out of the conversation. I had too much on my mind to listen to some girl babble, I just hope I didn't look as disinterested as I felt.
After more forced small talk Heidrich gathered the plates and cleared off the table. We all sat near the fire for not more than twenty minutes before the blonde faked a yawn and stood up.
"Well I'm pretty beat today, I'm gonna head to bed. Erika you are welcome to stay as long as you like, I'm sure Edward would love to be a gentleman and walk you home later." I wink flashed in my direction as I tried my hardest to make daggers shoot from my eyes and take him down. I didn't want to be alone with this girl, she was nice and sure moderately attractive but it wasn't my taste.
The silence ebbed on as the fire crackled in front of us.
"So tell me about this science you study, it sounds interesting." I felt blue eyes gazing at me from my right.
"Alchemy? It's kind of hard to explain unless you saw it first hand." Heidrich must talk to this girl more than I thought, he is the only one I have told about alchemy in depth.
"Im brighter than you think Edward. Can you show me?" She said with a slight chuckle.
I pulled a small tablet of paper and a pen from my pocket. I guess it could be worse, at least we are talking about something I am interested in.
"The basis for almost all alchemy is the transmutation circle. This is just a basic one." I said drawing a detailed image of lines and circles across the page with ease.
"With this I can change materials into anything I can imagine. Like that bookcase for instance. If I draw this circle on the shelf I could transfer my body energy into the bookcase and use the material to form something, like a wooden horse or a table."
I continued trying to explain the fundamentals of alchemy in the simplest form I could, noticing the thin hand that came to rest on my thigh. I couldn't help the blush that crept across my face from my personal space being invaded.
"By using different circles you can transmute just about anything, I know it seems unbelievable but its one of those things you have to see for yourself."
I tried focusing on the arrays I was drawing, but that hand kept sliding farther up my leg, making my body involuntarily react to the stimulation I never got from anyone besides myself. A gentle kiss grazed my heated cheek, causing me to turn my head as a reflex. Before I could think my lips were joined with smooth ones. I didn't feel that spark, that electricity in my body. The contact of another person was nice, but it had an awkward undertone to it. No doubt my body gave the signs of pleasure, but my mind was questioning every move. The kiss deepened and I found myself kissing back, her hands still tracing circles on my thigh, creeping closer to its destination. That hand didn't feel right, it was too light, too tender, too feminine. It was nothing that I wanted it to be yet still that hand continued its assault. I felt her light gasp muffled by lips as she found the hard length that gave the impression I enjoyed this but it was only my body disobeying my mind and giving into stimulation that I rarely got. A bodily instinct that was tempting her further. She soon gathered the courage to move over me, practically sitting in my lap, her chest pressing against mine.
No. This wasn't what I wanted it to be. This wasn't who I wanted it to be. I didn't want soft breasts against my chest, a small body in my lap. I craved rough touch, a broad chest, onyx eyes boring into my soul. I needed that smoky scent to fill my lungs, the electricity to shoot through my veins, those expert hands. I couldn't deny my lust for him, and my desire to be controlled by such a power. Hell I would even go far enough to call it a kink. Just the thought of seeing that blue uniform above me, ribbons and pins glinting in the sunlight, knowing I'm at the fingertips of the ruler of Amestris. That is what I wanted.
I finally pulled a hand from underneath me and used it to gently push the girl away by the shoulder.
"What's wrong?" She asked, slightly out of breath, lust in her eye.
"I'm sorry, I can't do this," I turned my head, the closeness just feeling too awkward.
"Its not because of…protection is it? Because-"
"No, no. I just.. There's someone else that's all." Her eyes held betrayal, as if I had tricked her into this.
"Im sorry to bother you then," the girl said getting up and gathering herself before heading to the door.
"Do you want me to walk you home at least?" I almost felt bad for what had happened, even though she had instigated it all.
"No, don't worry about it." I heard the door click shut and I let my arms collapse to my sides until I was staring at the ceiling. No, this definitely isn't my home.