Ed looked out the train window, obviously angry that he would have to travel with Mustang AND have to call him dad. Hawkeye was fine, he liked her. But Mustang was a narcissistic jerk. Ed let out a huge sigh, "WHY does HE have to be my dad? Why couldn't someone else be him?" Mustang replied with a smug lilt to his voice, "Because everyone else was busy. And I don't think anyone would wanna be a dad to a little tyrant like you." Ed's eyes widened, a flashback of his dad leaving him, was that the reason he left? Ed was to hard to take are of? He shook his head, "Oh yeah, then why did you take it?" Mustang didn't answer.
They all arrived at the train station, Mustang still quiet and Ed was obviously still angry. Hawkeye just stood there dumbfounded. These two had serious problems. She shrugged and grabbed some of the luggage. "You boys better go get your luggage, I ain't getting it for you!" Only Mustang turned around to get his. Ed just walked on. Hawkeye sighed and grabbed his luggage anyways. Ed's thoughts were racing, anger, questions about WHY Mustang had wanted to play the role of his father? What is this Ootori guy... He wished Alphonse were here. He traveled into a small car with His two superiors and looked at this Japan place, it was interesting and different. There were huge skyscrapers seeming endless and tiny houses. Even a huge pink MANSION at the edge of the town. He wondered where the Academy was.
As soon as Mustang unlocked the door to their house, Ed raced past them, determined to get the best room. He examined downstairs before running upstairs, there were five doors. One was a closet and four were bedrooms the last was a bathroom. Two bedrooms had attached bathrooms but only one had a view of the front yard. Ed stole that room. He went downstairs to grab his suitcase. It seemed odd begin here without Al. He sighed and ran upstairs unpacking his stuff. He looked around the room, it was decorated in various shades of grey. He sighed, It would do.
Ed had nearly unpacked everything and just slopped them into the drawers, not caring much anyways. All they were, were clothes. Suddenly Mustang opened the door unceremoniously. He dumped a purple suit-like thing into Ed's arms and turned to leave. "What the heck is THIS?!" He motioned to the uniform. "It's freaking purple for God's sake!" Mustang turned a half smile on his face, "It's blue and it's your school uniform, let me remind you this is Ouran ACADEMY." With that He left and Ed looked at the purple suit. "It's freaking purple..." Ed shoved into his drawer and went downstairs, "Hey, what's for dinner?"
To Ed's surprise Mustang was cooking! 'How does the freaking jerk do it?' He asked himself. He had expected Riza to be cooking. 'Don't think I am gonna eat any of your food. . . ' Ed looked for Riza, 'If she left me alone with that narcissist,I swear I'm gonna shoot myself.' But Ed didn't have to think long, he had found Riza in her room, Mustang and Riza slept in different rooms. She was folding her clothes and putting them away neatly, he looked across the hall at his room, which was strewn with clothes and trash already, he closed the door swiftly with his foot...
"Oh, hey Ed." Riza turned to him. "Interesting huh? Taking on this job." Riza sighed and Ed let out a "Tch" and replied back,"It doesn't seem bad except for attending school, having to do work, sleeping in the same house with Colonel Jerk-Face and wearing a PURPLE uniform! It's retarded!" Riza laughed lightly. After hanging out with Riza for awhile Mustang called them down for dinner. Riza got up, "Aren't you gonna eat?" She asked Ed who was just lying on the bed, "Eat with that guy? You wish." Riza sat down again, "He cooks pretty well, just this once please?" Ed looked at her. Usually he wasn't so easy to bend but he got up rushing past her and going downstairs. He looked at the food, It was porkchops with seasonings and mashed potatoes and vegetables? How the heck did Mustang cook all this in a matter of an hour?
In a matter of time Ed had wolfed down dinner, It was really good but Ed was too stubborn to tell Mustang. "Geez, how was the food? Did you even taste it?" Ed shot him a murderous look, "Yes I did, it was fine." Ed had lied, the food was amazing.
After dinner Mustang had gone to his room to finish some paperwork and Riza left for a nap. Ed flopped on the couch, reading a book on alchemy. He sighed, it was all the same and it didn't seem like many people here practiced alchemy.
In spite of him reading the book before, Ed still got into it and didn't even notice Mustang get out of his room and walk over to him."Hey, FullMet- er Edward." Ed looked up, a blank expression, "It's Ed, I hate people calling me Edward. And what do you want?"
Ok thanks for reading all that! I really enjoy writing these stories for you, so I might try to add on mroe than one a da can during the weekdays for you guys if You really like it. DarkAngel OUT! *Uses alchemy to dissapear.*