Chapter Three: "Something There"
To his great surprise, Edward had actually made it to all of his classes on time by the third day of the term. Part of it he attributed to his finally having a decent living area; the other part might have been that he was getting used to his schedule at long last.
And for once, he was feeling normal.
Things were a little harder now, though; his fifth and final class, Herbology, was located in a different greenhouse than usual today. He knew it was either greenhouse five or greenhouse six, but he wasn't entirely sure which it was. Taking a wild guess, he walked into greenhouse six.
The first thing that struck him was the absence of the noise present at every class; all he could hear was something breathing. It didn't sound like it was from an animal or a man-eating plant. No, it sounded more like a man.
It sounded like an injured man's labored breathing.
The source seemed to be just behind an enormous brown and yellow bush that seemed determined to block his view. He craned his neck to see around it, but couldn't. After a few moments spent cursing the foliage under his breath, Edward walked over to a stepladder and climbed to the top, straining to look over the shrub. For just a moment, he caught a glimpse of what looked like…
"Look out!"
A hoarse yell came in warning only a second before the attack actually came: not from the front, but from behind. Something yanked him off the ladder and to the ground, temporarily stunning him. He managed to catch himself rather quickly and twisted his body to see what had grabbed him.
A green vine was wrapped around his left leg, its thorns attempting to bore into it. Were said leg actually flesh and bone, Edward would have probably been screaming in pain.
Never before had he been so happy to have prosthetics.
The plant tightened around the metal again just as the door to the greenhouse slammed open. Edward blinked at the sudden light, barely given a moment before the person who had opened it called something out to him.
"You have to pet it!"
The voice and words were familiar, but the advice confused him. He was supposed to pet a plant? How would that help him? Nevertheless, it wasn't as though he had any more creative ideas – like, say, transmuting it into something edible and feeding it to some other man hating plant – so he reached down with his right arm and stroked it as gently as he could. Almost automatically, the plant loosened its grip, and he was able to pry his leg away from it. He got back on his feet, and the boy in the doorway rushed to his side.
"Wait, wait! You can't let the venom spread! Stay down!"
Ed looked over the frantic boy; protruding ears, brown hair, and freckles. This was Neville, right? He'd been subjected to one of his miserably failed attempts at a simple hex in Defense Against the Dark Arts and ended up in the hospital wing for an hour, if he remembered right. It seemed that the only thing the boy was good at was Herbology; possibly Charms. There wasn't any real reason to do so, but Edward found himself reassuring the boy.
"I'm fine, Neville; it didn't bite me or anything. Why don't we get to class?"
Neville shot him an odd look, but didn't push it. Ed was kind of glad, too; he didn't want to have to explain anything right now. The other boy held the door open and ushered Edward through it, following moments later. He pulled a key out of his pocket, locked the door, and turned back to Edward, who arched an eyebrow at him.
"Ah…well, I…Professor Sprout gave me keys to the greenhouses so that I could come study the plants…" he hastily explained, and this answered Ed's questions sufficiently enough. He pointed to a greenhouse further up. "We're in number five today, Edward; we're studying Rhynian Rhoderas, I think. Oh, and speaking of, did that Farnken really not get you? That's amazing…"
Ed made a mental note not to talk to Neville alone again; he was talking way too much. Strangely, though, it didn't bother him as much as it should have; for all intents and purposes, he was kind of enjoying having someone not ignore him.
"You see, Farnkens are really dangerous," the boy continued, and Edward gave him a slight nod, urging him to continue. "Not only are their thorns hard enough to bore through anything, they also have a special acid that they can expel whenever they can't get through something easily. It's fascinating really, but--"
Ed stopped walking immediately, staring at his left leg; Neville turned around, and the young alchemist kneeled down, examining his pant leg.
"Shit," he muttered, carefully turning his leg. He wasn't particularly worried about holes in his auto-mail; those could be fixed easily. The problem was when something melted or reacted with the metal. In order to fix it, he would have to know exactly what the reactant had been composed of and in what quantities. And there were chemical burns on his pant leg, too – the evidence of which could be seen as small holes and light orange blotches on the black fabric. He swore again.
"God damn it…"
A hand on his shoulder brought him back to reality, and looking up he saw Neville's worried face hovering over him. He spoke gently, and the raw concern in his voice was almost painful for Edward to hear.
"Are you okay?"
Ed slowly stood up, brushing the dirt off his clothes, and nodded at the other boy. He knew that his voice would betray him; it would make it almost painfully obvious that he was irritated, and he didn't want the other boy to think that it was because of something that he did. He cleared his throat, allowing himself a moment to compose himself.
"Yeah, I'm fine; let's just get to class. We're late as it is…"
Neville still seemed worried, but he nodded in agreement. The two made their way to greenhouse five, managing to sneak in without anyone really noticing them.
"The Rhynian Rhodera is also extremely poisonous, so I want you all to be very careful with them. Wear your protective gear, and make sure to watch what you're doing. Is that understood, class?" The teacher called out. A chorus of 'Yes, Professor Sprout' met her words, and she smiled. "All right, get to work! Longbottom, Elric, come see me, please!"
The rest of the class split up into pairs, a few students looking pointedly at them. Ed tried to ignore them and walked up to the teacher, Neville barely a step behind him. The woman stared down at them, smile falling from her face.
"Will you please tell me why you two were late?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Ed opened his mouth to speak, but Neville got to it first.
"I'm really sorry, Professor Sprout; really, really sorry. I forgot to tell Ed which greenhouse we were in today, and he ended up going to the wrong one. I went to find him and…well, some stuff happened, and…I promise that it won't happen again, Professor. I'm really sorry…"
Neville's voice was steady, but Edward noticed the way his hands shook as he spoke. It must've taken a lot of courage for him to do this; though Edward hadn't a clue why. It wasn't anything major…
The professor nodded, still frowning; Ed had the sudden urge to explain things as they had (almost) really happened – that he'd accidentally gone into greenhouse six by mistake and had almost been attacked by a…what was the word? Funkren? But before he could, the teacher sighed.
"All right then; just don't let it happen again, you two. Get to work – I fully expect three well trimmed Rhoderas by the time class is over. And I will need to talk to you at length after class, Mr. Elric, so don't leave right away," She murmured, meeting his eyes briefly. They were silent for another moment, and then she smiled. "Go on; scoot, scoot!"
Ed nodded, turning and walking to an empty work station. He began to put his gloves and goggles on, but was interrupted by Neville's presence at his side. He turned to look at him.
"Uh…" Neville swallowed, pulling his own gloves on. "We work in pairs for this, so I'll be your partner. I'm the only one left, anyway…"
The alchemist acknowledged this with a simple incline of the head. He reached up to put his goggles on and unintentionally found himself looking straight at the back Harry Potter's head. He was paired up with the brown haired girl he'd been stuck with during Ancient Runes the day before; Hermoise, or something. Hernemone? He couldn't remember her name.
She seemed to know what she was doing, much unlike a lot of other people in the class. He wondered if she was good at everything; he'd known people like that. Hell, he was like that, to be honest. If he was serious about it, he could do just about anything wanted to. It was one of the things that separated him from other people his age.
"Hermione, could you hand me those shears?"
Yeah, her name was Hermione. She, at least, was decent to him. They hadn't talked at length yet, but she didn't ignore him like the rest of the school did. It was weird, but he figured that it wouldn't last; eventually, she would ignore him like everyone else did, and he would be just fine with it. It wasn't like it mattered, but…
"Edward, we should start," Neville whispered, snapping Ed back to reality again. Ed nodded, somewhat embarrassed, and reached for a pair of shears almost automatically. Neville pulled out a file and began working on one of the thorns as Ed carefully clipped off a dry, brown branch. The plant wriggled in discomfort, and Ed found it rather humorous. Neville chuckled and smiled.
"So, why were you looking at Hermione?" The boy asked, running his fingers down one of the shrub's thin branches. Ed shrugged.
"She seems smart, is all; I don't get why she hangs out with Potter," he answered plainly, fingering a dead leaf and pulling it off. "She's weirder than I thought she'd be. Not only is she totally obsessed with her grades, she follows the rules like she'll be killed if she doesn't. I don't get people like that."
Neville grimaced and began on a knot in the lower part of the Rhodera. Ed looked over at him, confused.
"Hermione's been one of Harry's best friends since first year; her and Ron Weasley. I don't know what happened, but rumor is that she was attacked by a troll and Harry and Ron saved her. They've been through a lot together. Ack, this branch's twisted…" he muttered, going off topic and becoming silent as he tried to work with the plant. Ed contemplated what he'd just said.
It wasn't as if he cared all that much about her; he'd never really been all that close to many girls to begin with. She seemed to be all book smarts and logic, though, and that bothered him. He didn't like that type of person. It was such a shame, in his opinion, that people with so much promise could just drain it all in books and research into what other people had researched. They never had to do any real work; they didn't even have to understand how conclusions had been made. To a person who had been the one to do so many experiments like Edward, though, it was insulting. Their findings shouldn't be recited from memory. If anything, they should be pushed to further heights.
However, this wasn't something he needed to look too deep into. His thoughts didn't matter so much. It was best to let her do her petty memorization and leave the real work to people like him, after all.
"Okay, onto number two!"
Ed smiled as Neville picked a second plant and set it in front of them. This one really needed work, and he was more than happy to do it. He gripped his shears and began trimming a cottony substance off of one of its sides. He had to be careful, though, not to cut it too short. Winter was coming, and this thing needed to have something to keep it warm. He worked quickly, but efficiently, and it earned him a comment from his partner.
"You're good at this; did you grow up in the country or something?"
Ed blinked at Neville's question, turning to look at him. The other boy was too busy rearranging the Rhodera's roots to notice, and Ed decided to answer.
"Yeah, a place called Resemboole; how'd you know?"
Neville laughed hard, pulling his hands out of the dirt and wrapping his arms around his waist. Ed didn't get why the boy was laughing so hard, and cocked his head in confusion. He eventually calmed down, looking him in the eye at last.
"Sorry, but…'Resemboole'? It sounds really funny…I just couldn't help it…"
Ed supposed that it was, in a way, and found himself laughing and joking along with his new classmate; it was nice not to be ignored.
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Almost too soon, Herbology was over; Ed wandered over to the teacher as the rest of the class was leaving, and waited patiently for the woman to finish arranging a ring of greenery. As soon as she finished, she turned to him and took a deep breath.
"So, Mr. Elric…are you getting along well with your fellow Gryffindors?" She asked, leaning against one of the supports. Ed shook his head.
"No; why?"
He was honestly confused. His teacher had held him after class to ask him about his relationship with his classmates? What was that all about?
"Well…I heard that you've decided to live with Professor Mustang, and I was wondering why. It's not often that a student complains about being with their housemates, and it's highly unusual for one to actually move out of their dorm. May I ask why you decided to?"
If Edward had been confused before, it was nothing compared to this.
"Well…he's my guardian, Professor; it's just easier for me to be around him. Besides, I don't get along with people my age all that well; I'm used to the people around me being in their thirties. That's about it."
The woman raised an eyebrow. "You seem to get along fine with Neville," she commented, crossing her arms over her chest again; Ed shrugged.
"He's okay. Others, like Potter…they just bug me." The woman sighed, placing her hands on his shoulders.
"Come to me if you have any problems with Professor Mustang, okay?" She asked, looking him straight in the eye. "Even the best relationships have problems, and I don't think you need to worry about them sounding stupid. So, come to me."
She straightened up and stretched, smiling. "Well, head off to dinner, now; I'll be there soon."
Ed nodded, and he turned to leave. He made it halfway to the castle before he remembered something that he wanted to check out. Without skipping a beat, the young man turned back and walked straight to greenhouse six, trying to look through the foggy glass. After a moment, he made his way back up, intent on dinner and a little chat.
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Ed stepped over to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to Neville, reaching out for a chicken leg and a napkin. He took a bite and savored it for a moment, and then began to chew, slowly. A feeling brought him to look up at the teacher's table, and he met Roy's eyes, pausing for a moment. The older man waved, almost disinterestedly, and went back to eating what Ed hoped was some kind of fish. Acting like it hadn't happened, Ed continued with his own meal.
"Do you and Professor Mustang know each other, Edward?" Neville asked, reaching for his goblet of pumpkin juice. Ed just nodded, wiping his mouth and picking out a rather large orange from the fruit plate. After he swallowed the last of his chicken, he turned to Neville, peeling his orange; he hated doing it manually, but he didn't want to do any alchemy right away.
"Yeah, we came from the same town," he answered, sectioning his fruit. Neville reached over and stole a piece.
"Resemboole?" He asked, popping the wedge in his mouth. Ed shook his head.
"Nah, I moved out of Resemboole when I was eleven. We both lived in Central City, Amestris, and before that, we lived in East City, near a town called Youswell. Why did you ask?"
Neville shrugged.
"Well, when he came in with you to get your stuff yesterday, it seemed like you two knew each other really well. Ron thought you might be family, but everyone could kinda tell you weren't. You don't seem that alike, you know," He explained, reaching across the table for a breadstick. Ed scoffed.
"Actually, I'm nothing like a lot of my relatives were," he murmured, grabbing a breadstick for himself. "My mom was really nice, my dad was…a bastard, and my brother…" he trailed off, staring at his plate. He sighed. "Al's got a really good heart; he's a way better person than I'll ever be."
Neville didn't push it. "So, you are related to Professor Mustang?" Ed shook his head.
"Not by blood, no; he's been my guardian since I was twelve," he answered, burying his face in a bowl of soup; he drained the contents and set the bowl down, sighing contentedly. He unfolded a second napkin and began piling some food on it. He noticed Neville's questioning stare and smiled at him.
"In case I get hungry later; we're not allowed to wander the halls at night, right?"
Neville nodded, and the two fell into silence. Once he'd filled his napkin, he folded it closed and placed it in an inner pocket. He felt around said pocket for a moment, and then curse softly.
"Damn! Neville, can I borrow the key to greenhouse six? I must've left my notebook in there," he muttered, holding his head exasperatedly. The other boy seemed hesitant, and Ed sighed. "Look, it's really important, Neville; I'll get the key back to you at breakfast tomorrow. Besides, I know to be more careful now. May I please borrow it?"
Neville hesitated for a moment longer, and then reached into his pocket and pulled out the key. He looked at it as if he were deep in thought, and then held it out to Edward.
"Don't tell anyone, okay?"
Ed nodded, taking the key. Neville smiled wanly, pushing his chair out from the table. The alchemist followed his lead, stretching as he stood. He turned to his classmate and gave him a serious look.
"This stays between us, okay? That notebook is personal business, and this key is a secret, right?" Neville nodded in response to Edward's words, and Ed grinned. "Okay, then; see you tomorrow morning! Good night!"
He began to walk out of the hall, only to be met by Professor Slughorn halfway down the stairs that led to the landing. The rounded old man raised an eyebrow upon seeing him.
"Ah, the transfer student; where exactly are you going?" He asked. Ed looked around him and settled on an excuse.
"I was just going to check the house points, Professor, and then I was going to head up to bed," he said, tucking a strand of hair behind his left ear. The teacher nodded approvingly.
"Ah, so you have house spirit, even when separated from your house! Excellent, excellent; I'm very impressed. Well, why don't you take an extra five points for your house, then? Well, I must be going; I have things to attend to, after all. Hurry up," the jolly old man smiled and continued up to the hall. Edward watched as he walked through the door, and then rushed out to the outdoors.
Almost immediately, he found himself running down towards the greenhouses. He made his way to number six and pulled out the key; he placed it against the keyhole, and then frowned. The young alchemist kneeled down and piled up a handful of small stones. He clapped his hands together and placed them against the minerals, making an exact replica of the key. He pushed it into the lock and turned it.
Perfect. The keys apparently didn't have spells on them, but he'd had to check nonetheless. He carefully opened the door, squinting to try to see in the darkness.
The breathing; it was there again. He stepped in, shutting the door, and pulled out the wand he'd been given by Flitwick, whispering "Lumos" under his breath. He stood still for a moment, and then moved forward, trying to find a way around the brown and yellow plant from earlier. He sighed, and then, gently as possible, called out in the silence.
"Hey…how do I get around this?"
There wasn't an answer, and he was fine with it. He walked to the side opposite the plant and clapped his hands together again, this time placing them on the ground itself. He made a small tunnel under the plants and crawled through, coming out in a small clearing, surrounded on all sides by plants. Something was pressed against the back of his head.
"Who are you?" A raspy voice asked, and Ed let out a small chuckle.
"I was right; there was someone in here. My name's Edward Elric; mind removing the death threat?"
The pressure remained, and Edward, although he would never admit it, was beginning to get a little worried; whoever this was, they really didn't want to be seen.
"Are you a student?" he heard the man say; Ed nodded, and the man growled. "What are you doing here?"
Ed sighed.
"Look, I don't know who you are, why you're hiding in a greenhouse, or what you're up to. I heard you earlier, and I figured I at least owed you a meal," he grumbled. "You tried to warn me that some plant was attacking me; I don't like being in debt, so this is my way of paying you back. I won't even look at you if you don't want me to."
The pressure increased for a moment, and then vanished. Edward heard heavy footsteps and then a small grunt as the man apparently sat down.
"It's okay; just bring that food over here." Ed turned around and stared at the man sitting before him in wonder.
He had reasonably long, greasy black hair, dark eyes, a hooked nose, and an unhealthy pallor to his skin. His robes were torn and bloody, and he looked as though he hadn't eaten in days. In addition, his left arm was missing altogether, and he looked exhausted. Ed was amazed he was alive.
He didn't wait any longer, and walked over to him, pulling out the napkin full of food. He handed it to the older man; to his surprise, the man opened it carefully and began to eat slowly, not ravenously or like Ed had expected a starved man to. He seemed extremely classed, and was careful not to waste any of the meal. He finished about a seventh of it and folded the napkin again.
"This came from the Grand Hall, didn't it?"
Ed nodded, sitting down opposite the man. The black haired stranger looked him over carefully, and then reopened the food, nibbling on a piece of toast. As he ate, he continued to examine the young alchemist, and Edward was very sure that the man was deciding whether or not to trust him.
"I don't remember you; what year are you?" The man asked, his voice coming more icily than before. Ed shrugged.
"Well, I just transferred in this year; I'm a seventh year," he answered, resting an arm on his leg and closing his eyes. "Did you used to work here or something?"
The man didn't respond for a few minutes, and Edward began to wonder if he was feeding a mass murderer or something. Whoever this guy was, he didn't want Ed to know anything about him. In a way, he was fine with it; it wasn't like he hadn't spent time with criminals before. After all, they usually had information he needed.
The man finally answered his question.
"Yes, and I'm sure you've heard about me; my name is Severus Snape," the man whispered. Ed opened his eyes.
"No, actually; I haven't heard anything about you. Why would I?" He asked, honestly curious. 'Severus' laughed ruefully.
"Because I murdered the last headmaster."
Ed wasn't surprised to hear that he was feeding a murderer so much as he was to hear the man say it so calmly. He slowly looked over the other man's face for any signs of emotion, finding none. Without thinking about it, he gave the man a strange look.
"Why on earth would you tell me that, Severus?" He asked, cocking his head. Snape shrugged.
"Well, I was planning on murdering you before you can leave this greenhouse; now, though, I don't feel that you're much of a threat. You're not acting upset at all. Dare I ask why that might be, Elric?"
Ed sighed. "I really don't care yet; maybe if you told me why you killed him, I might get angry at you or something, but I wouldn't report you. I don't trust authority, and I really don't like having to take credit for stuff like that. Besides, I've been around a ton of murderers; you might call me one, even."
This seemed to pique the older man's interest, but not in a positive way. His dark eyes narrowed, and he frowned.
"You're a murderer?" He asked, and Ed wondered how to respond. In the end, he just nodded and looked to the ground.
"More or less; I accidentally killed a man named Majahal, someone named Greed, and a few others…" he muttered, trying not to think about it. "But…Greed and the others weren't human anyway, so…I don't know what you'd call it…" Snape looked over at him with great interest evident in his eyes.
"Not human? What were they?"
Ed sighed. "You'll laugh, but…they were homunculi…"
Snape's eyes widened, and he looked as if he wanted to ask a question; he didn't, though, and instead went back to eating a piece of chicken. He took an extra minute to shift into a more comfortable position, and then he met Edward's eyes again. The alchemist stood up and brushed off his pants, walking towards the hole. He slid his legs in and got ready to leave, but then remembered something.
"So…" Ed found himself saying. "Exactly why did you kill the last headmaster?"
A pained look crossed Snape's face.
"Because he asked me to."
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If Edward could've had anything he wanted, it would have been a map.
Or so he thought to himself as he tried to find a way back to his and Roy's room. The normal route he took was blocked by several overturned shelves – something, he had no doubts, that poltergeist he'd seen yesterday had done – and finding a new one wasn't exactly easy. Nothing was working so far, and he was just about ready to quit and sleep in a classroom, when an open door attracted his interest. All the other doors had been shut and locked so far.
And so, being the kind of person that he was, Edward Elric found himself walking into an unused classroom and looking around.
There was nothing really all that out of the ordinary, but something still seemed different about it. He'd heard some saying about it once, but he couldn't recall what it was; something about trusting your instincts. And, just as he was about to give up, he stumbled upon a door in the back - a storage closet.
There was no harm in looking, he supposed, and he carefully opened the door. He looked inside and raised an eyebrow.
A mirror.
He looked around the edges, trying to decipher whatever it said. He couldn't, though; not with as little energy as he had. Instead, he just reached out to wipe some of the dust off of it.
From inside the mirror, a tiny fist followed his.
Ed drew back, confused, and stared into the dirty mirror. It was hard to see, but that was fixed easily enough; he pulled it out, amazed at how light a mirror of its size could be, and carefully brushed the dust off with his sleeve. Content that it was clean, he looked back in it again.
The mirror wasn't reflecting his image; just the opposite, it was showing two people. One of them looked like him – maybe – with his hair tied back in a loose ponytail. He was grinning widely, looking at the person next to him.
It was Roy.
But somehow, it seemed like he was different. He almost looked younger, like he was…oh. Ed knew what it was; the older man had both of his eyes. The mirror-Roy slipped an arm over the mirror-Edward's shoulder, and pulled him close. The two stood there for a moment, and then the mirror-Edward turned and pressed himself against the mirror-Roy's body. The mirror-Roy leaned down and…
Ed couldn't tear his eyes away; somehow, it didn't disgust him, or even bother him, for that matter, to see himself kissing Roy so passionately. He stood, transfixed, even as he watched the mirror-Roy lay Edward down on a bed that the real Edward recognized as one of the beds in their shared room and begin sucking on his neck.
What the hell was this?
And, as if on cue, Roy entered the room at that very moment.
Edward turned around, shocked to see the older man looking around the room. When he spotted Ed, he sighed in apparent relief and walked over to him. The younger man could feel the blood rushing to his face.
"Here you are; I was wondering if Peeves' barricade had gotten in your way. What were you doing, anyway?"
Ed tried to answer, but he couldn't; he was absolutely mortified, wondering what Roy would think when he saw what was going on in the mirror. And, just as this thought passed through Ed's head, Roy looked past him, and into the mirror.
"Oh…the Mirror of Erised…" he murmured, stepping closer. "Flitwick was telling me about this…"
Ed watched as Roy's eye widened, and he brought a hand to his mouth. He closed his own eyes, willing the blood to leave his face, to go anywhere else.
And it did. Once he closed his eyes, he could clearly see the images from the mirror again…only more so. Roy was kissing him deeply, carefully removing his shirt and running a hand over his body…moving down to nip and suck at his neck…allowing Edward to remove his shirt…
Ed snapped his eyes open at once, horrified. Not only was his blood now rushing down where it shouldn't, it was going there with Roy in the room. He wished it was in his face again.
And Roy finally turned to look at him, bringing about even more embarrassment.
"Do you know what this mirror does, Ed?"
Edward shook his head, wishing the Roy would look somewhere else; just the slightest aversion of the eyes could show him…
"This is called the 'Mirror of Erised' – and the words around its edge read 'I show not your face, but your heart's desire'. This mirror shows you exactly what you most wish for, even if you don't realize it. So, what did you see?"
Ed swallowed hard. "What about you?"
To his shock, Roy looked equally uncomfortable. He hoped that it meant that the older man would drop the topic; and, as if someone had heard what he'd hoped, Roy did exactly that.
"Let's just go to bed, Edward; we'll talk about it later."
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Yo! Chapter three is done; finally! I'm so glad…even if is being completely evil again. Why on earth do I have thirteen infractions and counting? They're so mean…
Oh, and I'm a little afraid right now; someone started a fanlisting in my name. I guess it's an honor and everything, but I'm really shocked that someone would do that. I mean, I'm not a very good author yet, and people flame me all the time…and I write risqué things without thinking, and I barely ever revise my work, and I don't update more than one fic at a time, and…oh, I just don't get it! I'm a little happy, but mostly confused; why on earth would someone like my writing that much? And…what's sad is that they didn't even make it to my writing…they made it the "Rein Kishuku" fanlisting.
…Does anyone else find that strange?
But…well, if I keep obsessing over it, it'll be a quick trip to vanity, and I don't want that. Anyway, what do you think of the fic? Please review! If you like it, please tell me what I'm doing right, and if you don't, tell me what you don't. In fact, just tell me whatever you may want to say about this fic! I'm all about expression!
Right, right…one of my editors just told me to move on to the disclaimer. So, here it goes:
WHY ON EARTH CAN'T I OWN THESE? FMA AND HARRY POTTER SHOULD SO BE MIXED! IF I OWNED THEM, I CAN GURANTEE THAT THEY WOULD BE COMBINED, AND THAT THIS WOULD BE THE STORY! PETITION!
There. Anyway, I'll see you later! Thank you for continuing to read my attempts at writing, and I hope that someday I will exceed your expectations!
Rein Kishuku