I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I think I'm gonna cry! I can't believe I've done this kind of terrible thing! What's wrong with me? Starting a story and saying that I have a good idea and then just... Leaving it to collect dust! I'm a terrible, terrible, terrible person to do this to a story, and I'm triple horrible because I've left my amazing readers hanging on nothing more that a few words! *baaaawwwwwllllls*

But guess what? *sniff* I'm back! Life's been a pain and brain has been fried and eated for breakfast and stuff... I have no excuse. Just go. Go read the new chapter already! *bawling again for her terriblness*

Disclaimer: I can never and will never own OHSHC or FMA. They're too awesome for me...

Collisions

By StarNight888

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Nothingness.

Whiteness.

Blankness.

Nobody.

Naught.

Blank.

None.

Zero.

Nil.

No.

Edward was there, and at the same time he wasn't, staring at nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Then suddenly there was something. Something tall, something dark, something so intricate and glowing with power he could almost not perceive it. Almost.

Ed's muddled mind slowly brought a word for the something: a door. A great, dominating, vaguely familiar door. Its presence didn't fill the naught space, but still, it had an aura. An aura strangely radiant of malevolence and reality, creation and destruction. Edward idly wondered where it lead.

Then, suddenly there was another something. This something reminded him of another word: human. Although his mind said this word, his sight disagreed. It was part of the whiteness, only slight shadows giving it the resemblance to a human body. There was no hair, no eyes, no nose… Just a mouth.

Ed couldn't make sense of any of it. His gut told him he was seeing something he shouldn't, but he couldn't move. He couldn't even tell if his body was there, where ever there was. It was as if only his conscious was there, and even that seemed to be moving through muddy water.

The something that resembled a human slowly turned to stare at Edward (that is, if it even could stare with its lack of eyes).

It smiled.

The smile held no happiness, no joy. It brimmed to overflowing with smug satisfaction and malice.

BREEP! BREEP! BREEP! BREEP!

Edward jerked sharply in his bed, his hands flailing in an attempt to make the obnoxious noise stop. His mind clicked on, and he realized he was struggling futilely against his bed sheets. Untangling himself, the blonde wacked his alarm clock to make it shut off. Ed rubbed his sleep-crusted eyes blearily. Had he been dreaming?

He hated alarm clocks with buzzers. They always surprised him out of his sleep, making this morning a regular occurrence. His startled brain could never remember any dreams when that freaking annoying noise from hell went off. Then again, if he didn't have it set, the radio could never wake him up. He stayed up late and slept like a log.

Even if it had been just a dream, Edward had a lingering feeling. He wiped his forehead, finding it was slick with a sheen of sweat. Fear. That's what he felt on his chest. Whatever it had been about, it must have been a nightmare, and not a pleasant one.

Ed straightened and stretched, wincing when a beam of sunlight hit his eyes, turning them into a brilliant gold for the slightest second. Averting his gaze, he saw his school uniform hanging on his door, freshly laundered. Right. He still had school to go to. Edward groaned.

By the time he got ready enough to eat breakfast, Al was already half-way through his omelet and Trisha was washing the pan she had cooked with. Edward took his usual spot at the table, quickly scarfing down his own omelet. He noticed there had been no plate set out for his mother.

"Eating anything this morning, Mom?" the teen asked through a mouthful of egg.

"No, I'm afraid I don't have much of an appetite this morning," Trisha said while drying the pan. Odd, she's hardly eaten breakfast all week, Al thought in concern. Edward also mentally noted her lack of appetite, but silently ignored it.

Saying their goodbyes, the Elric brothers walked off to school. The morning classes were slow and quiet, neither one of them getting the chance to talk to the Host Club members because they had both arrived a little late. Ed had nearly dosed off at least 4 times before the lunch bell toned. By the time he had gathered all of his supplies, Tamaki and Kyoya had already left the classroom. Edward sighed, expecting this. People tended to avoid him if they found out about his arm. Maybe it will get me out of the club, he thought dryly.

Edward made his way to the cafeteria, stopping for a moment to grab a sack lunch out of his locker. As he was leaving his locker, someone stuck their leg out and caught his feet, causing him to lose his footing. Thinking quickly as the ground rushed to his face, the blond dropped his lunch and landed on his hands, saving himself from the hard fall by rolling onto his feet in a summersault. The person who had tripped him turned to face Ed, stepping onto his sack lunch in the process.

"Oops, sorry, did I do that?" the… boy said with a wicked grin. "Must have not seen you there pipsqueak." Edward shot up at the jibe.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT THAT HE CAN'T BE SEEN WITH THE NAKED EYE?" Ed raged, loud enough to make the empty hallway echo with his words. Everyone else was already at lunch, so no one was bothered by his rant. Even the boy who had tripped him seemed unfazed.

"I am," the other teenager pointed out plainly, laughing when he saw Edward's fist tighten. "What are you going to do? Huh? What'cha gonna do Fullmetal runt?" The strange boy hissed, and stopping Edward dead in his tracks. What? Fullmetal? He couldn't be talking about his prosthetics…

Edward, his temper now cooled, took a good look at his attacker. He wore a boys uniform loosely, his shirt untucked and his tie not done. His hair was black with a green tinge, and styled in a way that reminded Edward vaguely of a palm tree. At first he thought the bully's eyes were a deep and rich brown, but they were actually red with cat-like pupils, no doubt those fancy colored contacts. Edward could only really affirm he was a boy due to the uniform; it was hard because of his hair style and the fact that his voice almost sounded like a woman. It wasn't high pitched or girly like you might think, but deep and sultry, adding to the overall creepiness of his look along with his sharp-toothed sneer.

The strange boy suddenly took out a pocket watch and glanced at the time. Why he had an old fashioned pocket watch or actually had some sort of appointment was beyond Edward.

"Sorry, shrimp, but this will have to wait until later," the red-eyed teen suddenly dismissed. "I'm not even supposed to me messing with you yet. Ciao." With a small wiggle of his fingers that was hardly friendly, he slipped past the lockers and into another hallway to the left. When Ed followed, he found the hallway empty. Wondering how he could have gotten away so quickly, Edward scooped up what was left of his lunch and finally went to the cafeteria, thinking about what he had said.

"Where have you been?" Al questioned once Edward had settled himself. Ed didn't answer immediately, first checking his lunch to see what was still edible. He then proceeded to explain the events that happened in the hallway, his tone not angry as it normally would have been, but oddly solemn. When he had finished, Al frowned, wondering why his brother seemed so…shaken by the incident. He had handled plenty of bullies before with his sharp tongue and hot temper. What was so different about this one?

"Okay, so there was a creep who tripped you in the hallway," Al summarized. "What's the difference from all the other bullies we've seen over the years?"

"You don't get it. The creep called me a fullmetal… runt," Edward clarified, grinding out the last word. "When was the last time you heard fullmetal?"

"Elementary…" Alphonse murmured, remembering it to be one of the cruel jibes that the kids had made up. The brunet shook his head. "But how could he know about that? You've never even seen the guy until today." Ed rested his cheek on his hand, thinking, before shrugging. What he didn't tell Alphonse was that he felt like he had met the red-eyed teen, somewhere for something. It was a vague feeling, like déjà vu from a dream, but it didn't just feel unnerving. Other feelings were wrapped around it: fear or hate… and pity. Edward distantly recalled his dream from this morning, but stopped himself with a shake of his head. He was in the real world, there was no time for silly dreams or strange premonitions. He wasn't exactly a psychic.

The rest of the school day passed without event. The bully from earlier didn't show up and everyone acted normally. When the dismissal bell finally tolled, Edward gathered his things quickly and waited for Alphonse at his locker. Once they were ready, the Elric brother's made their way to the once abandoned music room #3.

Alphonse opened the door cautiously, and when no barrage of petals attacked them they walked on in. The Host Club members were setting up, putting chairs in place and preparing sweets and drinks. It was an off day, meaning the Host Club would still entertain, but without costumes. Tamaki greeted them brightly. Alphonse said his own greeting softly, while Edward gave a little salute, deep in thought.

"Hey," Ed started, an idea forming in his mind. "None of you have told anyone about… yesterday, have you?" He gave them all a good, solid look-over, keeping his face indifferent. Alphonse also looked over their faces for answers, his soft brown eyes curious, probing.

"Yesterday? No, no, haven't breathed a single word to a single soul," Tamaki answered, before turning around to face the rest of the club. "Right, guys?" They all nodded in agreement, faces gently furrowed in confusion. Al's tense shoulders visibly relaxed and Edward also felt momentarily relieved. That still left questions though.

Who was that random creep and what does he have against me?

Ahhhhhh, new characters! Ahhhhhhh, new plot? Why have I been holding this back?

Please stay tuned to find out the identity of our new character (though I'm sure you've figured it out). Is something more sinister happening at Ouran High School? Read the next chapter to find out!

Once more, I'm so sorry to all my dedicated and new readers and I hope I can get back into the groove of this story!

~StarNight888