Chapter 7: The Enemy

That was the longest day Roy Mustang had ever gone through in his entire life, and better yet; He got to got to go back the next day, and the next day, and the day after that...

Roy walked out the front doors and gladly beat his head off of them until he felt dizzy, and then hopped up onto the bus. Thanks to someone (Mr. Bennet, he assumed) someone had got the brilliant idea of calling him and Emo. Whatever the hell that was, like he cared. But apparently, the rest of the student body did. That was the only word he could hear throughout the whole bus

Emo. Emo. Emo. Emo. Emo. Emo.

Over and over again and again. He didn't even know what an Emo was.

Finally, some smart-assed little shit decided he'd say it out loud.

"Hey, kid, are you an Emo?"

"No..." He said, sitting down.

"Yeah you are."
"I just said I wasn't."

"Do you slit your wrists?" He persisted.

"Hey, screw off, I don't even know what an Emo is, how can I be one?"
"Do you slit your wrists?" He asked again.

"No."

"Yeah you do." The kid said.

"If you're going to say that, why did you ask me in the first place?" Roy growled.

"Because you're an Emo."
"What the fuck!" He yelled, startling a couple girls behind him.

The conversation went on until Roy started ignoring them, and they just sat there and said to him, repeatedly;

"Emo, Hey, Hey Emo! Emo, listen to me, you're an Emo, right? Hey Emo, stop going Emo im talking to you. EmoEmoEmoEmo"

Don't punch him in the face, Roy. Don't. It's important that you keep your behaviour up on the first day of school. Don't punch his lights out. Don't do it.

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"How was your first day of school?" His mother asked him the second he got in the door.

"Good." Roy said dismally.

"Do you like your new school?" She asked, but he ignored her question.

"Im going to the attic." He took off up the stairs before she could ask any more questions.

Roy stood outside the trapdoor.

"-Leave him out of it! You can't lay a hand on him, I swear on it, I'll rip you limb from limb-"

Came Edward's voice, but it was cut off by a second. Roy finally heard the second voice, it was slick, smooth. It sounded menacing, and full of malice.

But all he could hear was;

"-So watch it, or you know what'll happen."

That's it, he was going up there and talking to him about this.

He opened the trapdoor, and- like always- Ed jumped, and there was no sign of anyone else.

Roy eyed the triangular shaped window, wondering if anyone could sneak out it if they had to.

"What?" Was all Edward said.

"I heard you talking to someone." He said, cutting straight to the point.
"You're insane." Ed said casually, trying to neatly avoid everything. But Edward Elric was never neat.

"Who have you been talking to? I've heard you more than once, you can't hide it. Tell me." Roy took a few steps forward.

Ed refused to reply, and began to step away. Roy grabbed his shoulder, but Ed moved his head to the side, glaring at nothing.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" He said angrily, avoiding eye-contact. Roy took Ed's chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned his head to look at him. To look into his eyes.
"You're lying." He said. "I know you are."

Ed pushed him away.
"Back off..." He mumbled, looking embarrased.

"I can't tell you." Edward said, turning his back.

Roy growled.

"Quit playing games with me! You can tell me anything..." He took a step foward again.

Edward took a look around quickly, his eyes were narrowed. He watched a shadowed corner, motioning for Roy to come closer.

He stared at the corner for a few moments, and, deciding everything was O.K., began to talk in a low whisper.

"Im sorry. I can't tell you, it's too dangerous. If I tell you...you could get hurt..." He looked at the floor. Roy put a hand on his shoulder.

"This is important, you have to tell me. Nothing will happen..." He spoke in barely a whisper.

Ed clenched his fists, "That's just it." he said, so quiet Roy had to strain his ears to hear.

"Something will happen. He can make things happen, If you stay out of it, you won't get hurt. He's too powerful, he's inhuman, you couldn't protect yourself if he tried to kill you, so he can't find out that you know anything about this." He spoke fast, his eyes darting around the room. Piercing yellow eyes that checked every corner, every shadow.

"Who? Who's 'he' ? I can help, I want to help you!" Roy spoke urgently.

"You can't, it's almost impossible-"

"Just tell me!"

"His name is-..." Ed stopped, his voice had a pain to it when it cut off. And then he make a sickly familiar choking sound, and fell forward.

Roy caught him, calling his name, but there was (again) no answer. He placed him down on the floor, ontop of his blankets, looking around the room.

Why had he been searching like that? Was he worried whoever was doing this was here? If he was, why did he care? Or did this unknown person, this 'inhuman' enemy, have something to do with Ed's unconciousness? If so, that would explain why he was so frightened. But how (or why) did this 'he' have such power? Ed would never let somone grasp his weakness like this, and if they did, what blackmail did they have? Why would Edward be involved with someone this dangerous?

Roy looked down at Edward, something was wrong. He dropped to his knees and touched Ed's arm. He was starting to...fade. That's the best way he could put it. It wasn't that noticeable, but it was like Ed was slowly turning back to the transparent being he was before. He had a certain...fuzziness to his outline. He was still solid (for the most part) but he was just...different.

He thought he heard a noise behind him.

"Whos there?" He said, spinning around, greeted by darkness. There was no reply.

There was another noise from the other side of the room, like the rustling of cloth.

"I know you're there!" He called, suddenly fearless, overcome by curiousity.
"Come out!" He yelled.

There was a laughing, it was that same voice, full of malice and so sly at the same time.

"So..." It said. "Roy Mustang? I've heard alot about you...you must be O'chibi-san's friend."

This was not good...

This, by far, was definitely not good...

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Zomg! Know who it is now? If you don't I pity you... Sorry, It's kinda short.

Im sorry if the Emo thing offended anyone, and I honestly don't know what it means. It's just the only thing I could think of because that's exactly what all the kids at school used to say to me, exactly like that, everyday on the bus. (Then they found out I was taking Combat Hapkido lessons...It's like karate, for those of you wondering WTF?)

It took me like fifteen minutes to write O'chibi-san, because I just wanna punch the first thing I come in contact with everytime he says that. I just hate it. Even though he is my favorite bad-guy. Oh well. Ill update, when you REVIEW!!! ahahahahahaha :3

-o- Oh, and MeAndMyGodComplex...I love you . You've reviewed for like, every chapter so far. I'm reading your fanfic 'Genders are so Troublesome' and it is so awesome! If anyone's reading this, go check out that fic, because it totally rox my sox. It's addicting, ane it's great to have someone actually post a fic that has an original story plot. -x-