Title: Numb
Chapter Title: Classifications
Anime: Fullmetal Alchemist/Elfen Lied
Pairings: RoyEd
Rating: T for teen
Summary: What happens when you discover that there's something seriously wrong, not only with your superior officer, but enemies, friends, family, even yourself? It all links back to the power of the Gate, and why certain people are perfect for sacrifices in the creation of the stone...

This was a fun chapter to write. I really did enjoy it, and Lynx had some good ideas. It came out in a single night actually, he flipped when I cam on. We did't have a single argument about it, and for that I am grateful. So, thank you for those who reviewed, favorited or alerted and I hope you continue to read and enjoy.

Note: For those of you who think about 'R1', even though she has no name, she's someone that isn't hard to find. Don't worry you'll learn more about her later on. She's not one of mine or Lynx's characters at all. She's Arakawa's.

"The Genesis are meant to be reconstructive types... they are the ones to give birth to a new world, a world where diclonis and humans can live togther, peacefully! There are generally more Genesis strand carriers than Revelation carriers, but that is the plus side to it.

"The Revelation, on the other hand, like to... R2!"

Dark eyes flared, glaring at the woman with a deep loathing and strugging against the binds that held him to his desk. "Shut up old hag! My name is not R2!"

She sighed, watching the other children move in their seats, having lost the class of five once more. "R3! No, don't practice that, G3! G2!"

"Maybe we would listen more if you treated us like people." Amber eyes found themselves fixated on the woman, peering through square spectacles with a small grin. It wasn't in the least bit challenging and his words were soft, made to be calm and understanding. He obviously didn't want trouble.

"I want out!" The boy flailed again, failing to concentrate on the task at hand, completely putting aside the knowledge that he could get out of it if he simply calmed down. "Maes! Maes -- !"

The glasses wearing youth placed a gentle hand on the boy's head. "Wait... stop." He purred, ruffling his locks attentively.

The youth looked up, sniffling softly. "Maes... Maes, get me out... I'm scared."

"All right. You can do it. Stop panicking, right? That was the first lesson we were taught. Stop. Listen. Feel. Release. 'Member?"

"Ha! Momma's boy scared?"

"Shut up, Zolf!" Another dark haired male interrupted, glaring at him through his own, far more round than Maes', glasses.

"Children, please!"

The class quieted down, listening as the metal bindings holding the boy to his seat began to creak, pull, bend and break, being discarded easily and shards of what remained sticking out in the walls and the cieling. His dark eyes stared harshly at the woman, for a moment, void of anything that could have been considered human before his face was buried against Maes' chest, the older boy patting his back. "You treat us like animals. Didn't you ever think... we might be scared too?"

She remained silent, watching the other children move closer, even Zolf, who seemed to prefer to tease at times, rather than be helpful towards his fellows, was eager to help. They had each other, different sides of their race or not, they were all each other had. She didn't understand them much before, but it was then, while the young boy, Roy, she recalled faintly, wiped is eyes stubbornly, clinging to Maes fearfully almost, that she realized... they weren't all as different as they were told to treat them as. "Why don't we take an early lunch break?"

"Ahahaha... you're a damn fool. What makes you think I'll kill R3?" Golden eyes, eyes of a rogue peered up at the cieling, tossing a ball in the air and a sort of ping-pong game began between two invisible forces, the man grinning all the while. Long hair the color of ebony fur was draped over his shoulder.

"Because, if you don't, R2 will kill you." Replied the pale man, a wicked grin even moreso than the one sprawled on the couch.

"R2 and I go way back. He couldn't kill me before, he won't do it now."

"That was because that was just before it started to awaken. The Revelation strand... they are born to destroy. Your kind, specifically, and the human race will not be far behind. R1 has already awakened, and R2 seems to have as well. R3 still sleeps. The murderous intent lies dormant. If the three should ever form an alliance, not even G2 will be able to stop him. Hit him where it hurts, kill his brother. Make him vulnerable."

"If I do it, it's only 'cause I wanna take Flame down with my own hands. Cocky bastard..."

Eyes the color of a handsome blue lake glinted with a dark intent. "Of course, Kimbley. Roy Mustang is all yours. Make sure you do a thorough job... he doesn't like to stay dead."

"G2, report to testing room number three. R2, Basque Gran would like to see you in Operations room four." The receptionist at the door instructed, handing each their necessary passes and pointing down the opposite corridors.

Roy gave Maes a look that the woman could not interpret, but Maes knew his friend all too well. "It'll be fine. Just don't give Gran what he deserves and you'll be all right." Maes grinned, clapping a hand on his shoulder before taking the left hall.

The male narrowed his eyes, following Maes' steps until he opened a steel door not all that far down and disappeared inside the room. He gave a small shudder, his restraint gone and turned on his heel, approaching the room where Gran awaited. Maes was the only one asides from 'R1' that had any control. Sometimes he wondered how he did it... he wanted such control. How... was it possible?

It's not.

Roy growled inwardly. Damn... the prospect of a fight initiated with Gran woke up that disturbing voice... how much he desired to bring that fool to his knees. Who didn't want to knock Gran on his ass for a few good laughs? It would have been the prefect ending. Satisfaction, however, wouldn't come at Gran's utter humiliation.

Death to all humans...

Perhaps he was a frightened child, wanting to hide it all away. He could never admit it, but it was true, and that voice was just 'Azrael' telling him what to do to make things right. It had been a childish game, actually, but it stuck, the naming of that... killer within.

His hand fell on the door knob, turning the handle with a tainted smirk. What did Gran want to do today?

"Kenta?" Zolf asked the youngest of them all, brow quirked. "The Vector's name should be something cool, like... Leon, or Aidan. I think I'll name mine Styx. Sounds perfect."

"You're just a twisted fool. This is all your fault to begin with, Zolf, stop acting like a big shot and sit down. If you didn't use your vectors to attack the lunch lady, none of us would be in trouble!" Kain interrupted, waving his hands around. "The poor woman had a heart thingy!"

"Heart attack..." Roy commented, flipping another page in his book casually. He was hardly interested in the conversation of naming the virus that ruined their lives, already discarding the third ribbon that day to hide those horns. Men did not put ribbons in their hair. He just found a way to cover them up a bit more naturally. "Jeez, you're in second grade and you don't even know that?"

"Not all of us went to a fancy pants schools!" Kain stuck out his tongue in response.

Maes sighed, making a perch on Roy's desk. "I think I would name mine Grace."

The other snorted derisively, looking up from his book briefly. "That's a girl's name, Hughes."

"Sure, but that doesn't mean it's not fitting. Weren't you paying attention? Genesis are the vector viruses birthers. Women bring greatness into the world, why wouldn't I name it for a woman."

"Are you calling us evil?!" Kain certainly wasn't enjoying the talks about the two different strands all that kindly. "Golden eyed freaks!"

"Hey!" Zolf reached out to punch at Kain, only coming in contact with an invisible force.

Roy turned to glare, shoving Maes of his desk. "You've no right to judge us any differently than you. We get enough of that, don't we? Keep your snide comments to yourselves about our class. We don't need to be at each other's throats over it. They don't know a thing, why are you listening to them anyway?"

"Come on guys, he's right. So, Roy, what would you name yours?"

The older dark-eyed male took a moment to glance over his book before a thin smile crept to his lips. "Azrael."

Kain smiled brightly, leaning forward. "Any other cool names, Roy?"

"Cain. Abel. Seth. Adam. Eve... The virus is a part of us, right? It means it's an extension. I guess there's a point to it... at least... we have a friend, right? If we name it, then we have a face... and we have a friend, even if it's in our minds." His gaze lifted towards the back of the room where, not a male, but a young woman sat, about twelve or thirteen years of age. "What about you, R1?" No one seemed to know her name, and she was far too quiet to approach, even for them.

"Shut up." Her eyes were as dark as Roy's and Fuery's, but held a cold, unsympathetic shine in them, another reason why even the four of them strayed away. She was a frightening woman... "Your games are foolish. We'll die. That's what this is about. They want to wear our power down and kill us. You foolish brats can't get that."

"What?"

"Didn't you know?" She grinned, standing from her seat, long black locks pooling around her head, falling in silky rivers over her shoulders. "They sent us here. Our parents don't care... they want us dead."

Kain shivered. "Momma... She's already..."

Maes sighed. "Come on, stop it."

"Fools."

"No." Roy slammed his book down to ake sure he had R1's full attention. "The fool would be you, who has embraced that monster. I said we should befriend the Vector Virus, not the monster within. We should get used to what we are. You like it. How many did you kill before they rounded you up here?"

Her grin grew even more maniacle. "Hundreds... you see... they saw me and saw a monster. I had done nothing wrong. So I gave them the monster they were so desperately looking for."

"You give us a bad name!"

"R1! R2! Settle down, or you'll go into solitary confinement."

Roy fumed, turning towards their teacher, and forgetting R1's obvious insults to the pride of their 'race'. "I told you, old hag, I have a name!"

She grinned softly. "All right, Roy, settle down. Get in your seats children. Shall we continue with the earlier lesson?"

Doctor Lynn Courtfield sat in a boxed in room with a looking glass, frowning deeply. A pen cap sat between her teeth, chewing nervously as G2 walked into the room. Maes Hughes was wise man, honestly, but she wasn't even sure how he would do in this situation. She wanted to watch him interact with R3, and hopefully, they would establish a connection that would lead to further breakthroughs. It was already confirmed that every Genesis needed a Revelation, and vice versa. The very first Genesis they had a record on was far too old to be of any use to any of the three younger Revelations, and they only had two Genesis after that recorded. Then, everything was screwed up when two more were born. It threw off the balance...

Hughes had proved effective with Revelation 2, maybe this would be no different? Revelation 3 needed to be calmed, and Genesis 2 wasn't very useful anymore. "The goal, G2, is to bring R3 in a peaceful state. If it fails, kill him."