Hello again to everyone reading this! I apoloooooggggiiiiisseeee greatly to all my fantastic and patient readers for having to wait so long to read this chapter! Thanks to all you people who have added this story to your favorites or alerts! It's summer so I should have plenty of time to write, no? This is true...except when your struck by a case of serious writer's block. I had most of this down already, but I wanted it to be a bit longer and continue on but I got so stuck! Luckily though, when I was typing this chapter in (I write them first) I had a burst of inspiration and typed on until it was at least a slightly decent size. Okay, now time to respond! (Note: I will be only responding to questions and stuff here now. Things like "great story!" and such will be given credit at the bottom where I will begin dedications.)

Pumpkin2Face: Of course they won't be real Homunculi in this story, but I hope to at least have Envy in here. :)

Shieroell Maive: Just read on my friend!

Angelic Sakura Blossom: Do you mean Wrath from the manga or anime? And yes, you got the "conversation" right! Kudos and a thumbs up to you! ...BAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I don't think Ed will come out and say that, but that is toooooo funny!

Disclaimer: I do not in any form or fashion own, draw, write, or color Fullmetal Alchemist or Ouran High School Host Club. Happy now copyright people?

Collisions

By StarNight888

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There was silence in the back room. Huh? Why the sudden quiet? Haruhi thought.

BANG! CRASH! BAM!

The back door burst open, spitting out Hikaru and Koaru in a rather ungraceful way. The twins soared, knocking over a side table and landing just short enough of a couch to collide into its side. Haruhi glimpsed Edward's shoe (a bulky pair of black boots that he refused to remove even though they were out of dress code) sticking out of the door before it slammed shut again. When she glanced back at her other classmates, they were both on the ground and rubbing their now-sore-heads. Hunny was peering at them from the couch arm, his stuffed bunny clutched firmly in his hands.

"What the heck?" Koaru and Hikaru said unanimously, not exactly used to being kicked through doors.

"Hmm… I'd say that was Jujutsu, don't you think Mori?" Hunny commented, his child-like voice cutting out any seriousness that might have been there. Mori nodded with a short "mmhm" which interpreted into "yes." Tamaki was beside the group in a flash.

"Really? Jujutsu?" Tamaki said as he began counting traits off his fingers. "Hmm... so he can do martial arts, has long hair, unusual eyes, is extremely smart, has a short—"

"I HEARD THAT!" a shout came from the back. The Host Club president flinched.

"…s-so what type could he be?" he finished a little nervously.

"I think the 'exotic' type fits him best," Kyoya replied. Haruhi offered a hand each to help up the twins. Both accepted, although Hikaru immediately turned away as soon as he was standing. Haruhi noticed the boy's face heated a little when her hand grasped his. Must be embarrassed from being kicked clear across the room, she deduced silently. So oblivious.

"Why did he kick you out of the room anyway?" Haruhi questioned.

"It was weird," Kaoru answered, for once his brother not contributing. "We tried to take off his shirt to get him into a kimono—" (stifled laughter all around), "—and then he'd suddenly turned us around and did some strange move on us to send us flying out of the room without so much as a 'get out!'."

"Maybe he's got a secret!" Hunny guessed with a giggle. At that note, Kyoya actually starting paying attention to the conversation to hopefully learn more about the elusive new student. You never know, he would probably be able to sell it.

"A secret?" Haruhi echoed.

"Maybe a secret like our Haruhi here," Koaru joked while tossing an arm casually over said Haruhi's shoulders.

"She did kick us out of the changing room when we tried to get her to change," Hikaru pointed out seriously before Tamaki could start about Koaru touching his "precious daughter." "Just like Ed did, only less violently."

"That would explain the long hair," Tamaki mused. "There's also the fact that most women have a—" he lowered his voice as if afraid of being overheard, "—small stature." A sneezed was heard from the changing room.

Ed rubbed his nose. Stupid allergies… he thought. (1)

"Why'd you kick them out brother?" Al sighed, an exasperated expression on his face.

"Do you know what would happen if they'd seen this?" Edward shot back, pulling off his shirt to reveal where the sleeve stopped and his port for his prosthetic showed clearly. Alphonse stayed silent.

Once upon a time, Ed arrived in primary school just after recovering from the accident. His father had not yet made a slip to cover his prosthetic, but he had already missed one too many days of school and had to attend. His metal arm stood out quite plainly, reflecting sunlight brightly where wood was not in the way. Rumors were soon flitting about, some close to the truth while others were simply mortifying. The meaner kids of the school spouted new jeers and bully attacks soon followed by fights happened more often. Even Al was getting grief about his slight memory loss and side insults about his "robot brother." Trisha, worried for her sons' welfare, took them out when the problems got even worse. Soon they were sent to another town for a while for private tutoring courtesy of Mrs. Izumi Curtis, complete with martial arts training and advanced physics. After the incident, it was decided throughout the family and anyone who knew about the brother's injuries that no one was to say a word about them.

"I thought so," Ed responded to Al's silence. "Now keep quiet about it and put on the damn costume." The teen tossed one at Al before putting on his own. The younger Elric caught the intricate (most likely expensive) robe and pants, throwing back a confused look at the elder.

"Why? I'm not part of the club or anything," Al pointed out, lost.

"Because I'd look stupid if only I went out there in a dress," Edward answered. The boy began to advance on Alphonse, already knowing how he was going to react.

"But I don't want to—"

"I said put it on already!"

"Hey! Ow! Quit it big brother!"

Ed succeeded in putting to top part of the kimono on his bother, mainly though because the twins had already taken off his shirt. The pants, he did not manage, but Al managed to counter and put the traditional leg wear on Ed instead. By the time they were though with all their jabs, kicks, and chops, Al kept his uniform pants on but had to wear the kimono because Ed had stolen his shirt, and Ed was wearing the full ensemble. They were interrupted in a rather heated argument about even stepping outside in the costume by several loud raps on the door.

"Are you ready yet? We're about to open the club for the day so you better come out here!" rang Tamaki's voice, making Al think that he sounded like his brother pumped with happy gas. "Everybody's ready so hurry up!" Edward made a pained face at Alphonse.

"Let's just hang in here the whole time until it's time to leave," Ed stated dismissively, as if that ended the argument.

"Come on, the better you do this job, the less you might have to do it," Al coxed. His brother brightened somewhat at the thought, and Al was soon pulling him out of the back room. A steady murmur was gently filling the room as high school girls filed into the large "hosting" room, which was now decorated with low tables, cushions, and a variety of plants commonly mentioned in fairy tales. Kyoya seemed to be directing young ladies to their favorite host, sending them off to either the little groups around a host or tables filled with tea and treats to wait. All the members of the club seemed to be doing their job except for Tamaki and Haruhi, who were both walking toward the Elric brothers.

"Since it's your first day, I would usually be staying with you to help you get our basic's down, but Mommy says I'm too requested today," Tamaki said with a pout in the direction of Kyoya and the small-but-large crowd forming around his "area" for the day, the bandage on his face becoming taut with the expression.

Mommy…? both Ed and Al thought nervously, Ed questioning Tamaki's sanity to himself.

"Anyways, Haruhi here will help you through instead," Tamaki finished with a pat on Haruhi's back and a smushed grin.

"Hold up, you still havn—" Edward began, but the blonde was already gone. With a frustrated sigh, he turned to Haruhi, expecting answers. The scholar had been looking after at the Host Club's president with a dry look on her face, before noticing that the two Elric's were still in front of her.

"You were right the whole time, but the rest of the club insist I keep it secret," Haruhi finally answered. "I'll explain the whole story later." Ed smirked smugly. He had been right from the start, and now he just had to finish up his hosting detention before getting the complete story. Then another thought occurred to him. Wait….. I still have to finish... today's…. work…..

The smirk disappeared rather quickly after that thought.

(1) It's a common Japanese belief, that if you sneeze then someone must be talking about you behind your back! XD

Uh-oh. Ed now has found out that he was indeed correct but will the answer be worth playing the role of a host? Find out in the next chapter! Told you it was only a slightly decent size. Now I have to figure out how do get rid of this horrid block in my brain to continue with the story! Nothing else to say for now, so I bid you a good day (or night, or whatever time it is for you XD).

~StarNight888

This chapter is dedicated to:

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