AN: Thank my BRAND SPANKIN NEW BETA!! sarunotoki (whose own work can be found over at LJ, and I seriously reccomend you go read it ) because of her, im learning new rules to writting that I new nothing of. What you see below, is her polished up version, and she made it beautiful. Go see for yourselves XD
Chapter Two
The final bell rang, and many students heaved a sigh of relief. They were finally free! Free to go home and procrastinate over due homework, something that Edward excelled at.
'Remember to finish Frankenstein by tomorrow, and I don't care how dull you think it is Mr. Hill, you still need to read it – and believe me when I say, I will know if you haven't ' Miss Giles (1) stated while everyone packed they books quickly and made their way out of the classroom.
Everyone that was, except for Edward. He stood reluctantly and made his way out into the hallway.
'I hope you all think of me when I'm still at school, miserably spending time in a classroom, while you all go home, and do teenager-y things… without me… who'll be here… alone,' his pitiful speech earned laughs from the people around him. A girl walking behind him though, made a comment which he was sure he wasn't meant to overhear.
'But he won't be alone, will he? Mustang will be with him.'
'… That would be so fucking hot,' her companion giggled and Ed did a double take.
Say what now? …. Honestly, what did girls get up to these days?!
Edward's Timetable
Okay, there USED to be a table of Edward's timetable, but FF.N's formatting ate it up (twice, the second time i had to re-do by hand), so there should (hopefully) be a link to a picture of it on my profile page by the time anyone reads this, if you really want to check it out :)
Edward stood out in the hallway, eyeing the door in front of him wearily. The halls were quickly emptying, the mass of students making their way home, leaving him – and what few stragglers were left – alone with the door. He sighed, slowly raised his hand, knocked on the door, and waited.
And waited.
... and waited. His forlorn expression rapidly turned into a grin when he realised that Mustang hadn't shown up yet.
He could leave now, and tomorrow claim that he had been wait for ages outside the door for Mustang to show up, place the blame on the older man. Edward grinned, ran his hand through his bangs, took a step backward and turned, fully intending to do just that...
...only to smack into a solid chest. He made a small oof-ing sound and threw his hands up to stop from crushing his nose further. He looked up, blinking when he realised just who he had walked into.
'And, may I ask as to where you are off to in such a hurry? After all, you have a detention to complete.' The man in his way smirked down at him – down at him! – and raised an eyebrow when no answer was offered. Edward cleared his throat.
'Well you see, I was going to head off to the Teacher's Staff Room, you know, on the off chance that you had just forgotten about this detention' he lied easily, years off practice making him a Pro.
... A lie that the Bastard obviously didn't buy.
'mmhmm. I think you left the part out where you head off home, watch television and play video games. Or whatever it is you teenagers do these days,' he said smoothly, again raising his eyebrow, his expression almost daring Ed to lie again. Ed's cheeks coloured slightly.
'Perhaps...' he muttered under his breath, looking down...
... looking down and realising that neither of the two had backed away, and nor had Edward dropped his hands.
The heat in Edward's cheeks turned into a full-blown blush, and he hastily moved, slamming his back into the door behind him, hands splayed on the dark mahogany.
'Er, s-sorry Mist- uh... Mustang, I didn't realise that I uh,' he swallowed the lump in his throat and looked the other man in the eye, expecting some sort of emotion other than the bland look he was receiving. '... sorry.' He finished lamely. Mustang inclined his head.
'No harm done. Now, let's get this over and done with yes?' with that said, he took a step towards Edward, who made a hasty retreat away from the him, trying to keep as much distance between himself and the man unlocking the door. Mustang opened it and stepped back.
'After you,' Edward glowered for a moment at the smirking man before hurrying past and into the Room of Doom.
Roy leaned up against the desk at the front of the room, half sitting, with one foot firmly planted on the floor to stop him from slipping or sliding off. He had set Edward the task of scrubbing the desk and picking the rubbish up off the floor. Roy pulled out his mobile phone and checked to see if he had any missed messages.
23 new messages, and 14 missed calls. He rolled his eyes.
He was really beginning to get quite fed up with all these calls from women he didn't even know existed. How the hell did his number get out this much anyway!? It was almost as if there was a flyer out there with his name and number on it. 'Wanna hot date? Then call this guy, he'll only turn you down!' (Actually, he had his suspicions that this was, in fact the case, and had a fair idea about who was behind it, but he'd yet been able to prove it...)
He just hoped that that these 37 messages and calls were only from a few reallydesperate women. It was harder than it looked to turn them down – especially if they turned out to be the stalker type – and some women were just so damn self centred, that when he did turn them down, they actually had the gall to ask if he was gay...
Roy looked up and saw a young Edward Elric on his hands and knees, with his small perfectly shaped arse turned towards him. He stared for a moment and cleared his throat, and looked back down at his phone, pretending to look busy.
Yes he was gay, but that wasn't the point.
He quickly looked through the messages in his phone, guessing that it was about 10 or 15 different people, a couple of the numbers looking vaguely familiar. He decided to put his phone anyway for now, opting for the more favourable task of watching Edward work, especially if he was going to scrub all the tables like that.
Fucking bastard, sitting there pretending to be all that with his stupid smirk on his damned face. Who does he think he is anyway? I've got better things to be doing than cleaning up after idiots who leave shit behind on their tables... that had better not be what I think it is.
Ed continued to pick crap up off the floor, continuing his running commentary through his mind. He didn't want to be here, Mustang, what he was doing, the Bastard, what he'd rather be doing... did he mention his Algebra teacher?
Suddenly, the door burst open, and Ed's Physics teacher sauntered through the door.
'Roy, my man! So how has your first day at school been? Been picked on by any of the other kids yet?' Ed grinned – he'd always loved this man's personality. Roy, on the other hand, sighed
'Hello, Hughes,' it was said as if the effort to utter the sentence was only just worth it.
'You seem down, is it because you got detention on your first day? You poor thing,' he said patronizingly. 'Do you want Hughesy to make it all better?' he said in a childish tone, before puckering his lips at the other man. Roy grimaced and causually retreaded to the other side of the desk so that it stood between them.
'Best if you didn't, no telling what your wife might say to that,' he pointed at the lips in question, wondering if there was any slobber this time around. Hughes pouted.
'Well you're no fun.' He paused, and the look on his face suggested he was plotting the mass destruction of the universe. 'Speaking of fun,' his face brightened considerably. 'The wife wants to know if you'll join for dinner tonight, you know, in celebration of your first day at school.'
'Oh, no. I couldn't possibly inter - '
'Elisa will be there too,' Hughes began digging through his pockets. 'And we all know just how damn adorable she is. I have one of her riding her tricy-'
'- I'll be there.' Hughes grinned.
'There's a good boy. See, that wasn't so hard, now was it?' he quickly darted around the table and grabbed Mustang by the shoulder before he could get away. Wrapping his arm around him, he began to lead him away.
'We had better get going now, gotta grab some decent seats before the place fills up. I've also taken the liberty of inviting a lady friend for you. You know, possible future wife material and all,' he grinned when the other man moaned.
'Hughes,' he said warningly, 'what have I told you abo – ' Hughes ignored his friend and turned to face Ed.
'You're dismissed from detention my boy! ... Well, for today anyway,' he winked at the young blond and dragged the reluctant Mustang along with him, closing the door loudly behind him. Ed blinked.
He always did seem to be more like a tornado than a human being. He shrugged to himself before he stood up, brushing invisible dust from his knees. What does it matter anyway? I'm finally free! He stretched his arms up above his head, arched his back and heard a satisfying crack.
He ran his hand through his hair as he put away the cleaning equipment he had used that day. He quickly left the room when it occurred to him that Mustang might escape and come back to torment him.
When he made it back to his locker unscathed, he breathed a huge sigh of relief. He turned his combination dial;
22, 12, 02
… and it didn't open…
Smack!
ClickSmiled. That's better.
'Detention again, brother? Honestly, it's only the third week of school and you've had what, five detentions?'
'Well … six… but that's not the point,' Ed turned to face his younger brother, who was standing there, with his arms crossed, an eyebrow raised. He already had his bag slung over one shoulder. He sighed, running a hand frustratingly through his short golden bangs, darker than Ed's own. His golden brown eyes looked down – Down!! Damnit! – at Ed.
'Brother…'
'Oh would you look at that? If you want to finish your homework by a reasonable hour, we had better get you home eh? Wouldn't want you falling behind on your school work… heh?' Ed grabbed his bag from his locker, threw it over his shoulder, and looked back at his brother, grinning sheepishly.
Again Al sighed, eyed his older brother wearily and hoisted his bag further up his shoulder.
'Fine, fine, lets go already…. But can I drive? Pleeaaase?' Al asked, suddenly turning from Parent, to the immature younger Brother in an instant. Ed frowned, trying not to fall for the puppy eyes being directed at him full blast.
'No Al, you remember what happened last time…'
'But the kitten! It ran out, and I didn't want to kill it –'
'Yes, true, but now I'm scarred for life, and am never getting into a car when you're behind the wheel. You can start learning again when you turn thirty… maybe even Forty,' Al pouted like a … well, a petulant teenager.
'Fine… you got everything then?' Ed nodded in response, walking down the hallway where his brother followed along slightly behind him.
'Also brother, you can cook tonight,' Al huffed. Ed frowned.
'But I - '
'Haven't cooked since last week. Or done the dishes for that matter,' Ed grumbled.
'What ever.'
AN:
(1) Miss Giles is in fact Sceiska, but as far as I know (could be wrong though) she doesn't have a last name, so I used my fake creative license and made one up for her … kind of reminds me of Buffy the Vampire Slayer… .
Anyway, sorry about the long pause, but it was bit of a hectic time of year for me, and I have this issue of writting stories at the worst of times... I really need to learn to keep these things to myself until I have a bit of back up chapters on my side . As it is, I think I only have 3 pages of a 3rd chapter (which used to be near 4 until i lost a heap cries)
And for a change, I actually have a fair Idea as to where this story is going (unlike the maority of my Harry Potter ones... which i never finished... and they're so ollld and shity . ) but i digress.
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