Hi Guys! For everyone that is reading this, thanks! I was just hoping that maybe I could get some reviews? I just want to make sure that I'm doing alright, and I want to know if there is anything I need to work on (because I know that there's always room for improvement!) Anyway, on with the story!

"Ed! You're late!" Jean Havoc stated, surprised. After all, the boy was much earlier the day before.

Ed looked down and hurried to his seat, keeping his face out of sight. "Sorry, Mr. Havoc." He managed to mumble. Jean frowned, but went on with teaching his class. After passing out and explaining a worksheet, Havoc sat down at his desk and checked his email for the first time this morning, and was surprised to see an email from principal Mustang that he sent out to all the faculty members.

After reading the email, Havoc frowned and looked up at Edward. Coming in late was odd enough, but he was also keeping his face hidden. What was going on with him? "Edward? Can you come up here, please?" He didn't like putting any students on the spot, but what if something was really wrong with him? He saw the boy sigh and he came up to him, that's when Havoc noticed why Ed was trying to hide his face-there was a big, nasty bruise on it. Havoc remained calm; he didn't want to make a scene in front of the other students. Havoc stood up, took Edward by the arm and led him outside the classroom.

"Where are you taking me?" Ed asked, worry in his voice.

"To principal Mustang, I think you would feel more comfortable talking to him in his secluded office about what happened to your face." Edward looked down, he should have known he couldn't have gotten away with it without anyone noticing, he should have just called in sick...

"I'm fine, Havoc." He muttered, but Jean didn't listen to him. As a teacher, he has seen many cases of child abuse and self-harm, he wasn't sure which one this was, but he was leaning towards abuse.

"That nasty bruise says different, Edward." Jean knocked on the door to Mustang's office twice before entering-this was too important to wait.

"Mr. Havoc? Shouldn't you be teaching right now?" Mustang asked, but was quiet when he saw the blonde behind him. "Edward Elric?" He asked his tone slightly somber. Havoc nodded once and motioned for the boy to sit in a chair. "Thank you, Mr. Havoc." The door shut and Roy turned his attention to the student in front of him. He had his hands in his lap and his head down, the universal sign of being in trouble. His bangs hung in his face. "Mr. Elric?"

"It's Edward," Ed corrected, keeping his head down. "Can you explain why I'm here? I know I was late, but shouldn't I get let off his a warning or something?"

"Well, Edward, you're not here because you were late. Your brother Alphonse saw me this morning, he was worried about you."

Edward said nothing.

"Edward?"

Silence.

"Edward, look at me." Roy's took on his 'principal' tone, which was firm, but not mean sounding. Slowly, Edward Elric lifted his head and looked directly into Roy's eyes, which was a surprise to him; most students could never make eye contact with him. Also, he was very shocked to see the swollen purple bruise on the side of his face. Staying calm, he asked, "What happened?"

Edward sighed, and broke the eye contact. "It's not what you think." He said plainly.

"Oh? And what do you think I think it is?" Truth was, Roy didn't know what to think, he didn't know if this kid got into a fight or if he was abused. It would make sense if he got in a fight, he was petite and almost feminine looking, and much, much shorter than all the other boys in his grade. Kids were cruel, and Roy didn't put it past them to make fun of the poor boy.

"You think I was abused." Ed said plainly.

"Were you?" Roy tried to keep his tone even, but concerned, he waited, wanting Edward to do all the talking, not him.

"No." He said finally. "No one is there to abuse me."

Roy frowned. "What do you mean?"

"It's just me and Al. Our mom died a while ago and the bastard that calls himself our father hasn't been around for years." Ed crossed his arms, and Roy sighed. Usually once the student crosses their arms, they completely shut everyone out. "No one can abuse me if no one's there to do it."

"Then how did this happen? Alphonse is very concerned, and now I am as well. Your brother said you have been coming home late. Where have you been going? And if it is just you and Al, how are you making money to survive?"

Edward suddenly stood up and started yelling, "I get by, alright? What do you or anyone else care how I do it? I put food on the fucking table and I pay the fucking rent, isn't that all anyone needs to know?! Al needs to learn how to stay out of my business, and so do you! You don't even know me, so don't go acting like you're all concerned or whatever. I can take care of myself, and I can take care of my brother, alright, so back off!" The outburst startled Roy a bit, not that he's never been yelled at by a student before, but he wasn't expecting an outburst so big to come out of a kid so damn small.

"Edward, I care about all of my students, and when one comes to school with a giant bruise on his face, I become concerned and I make it my business, because that is my job. I cannot force you to tell me what is going on in your life, Edward, but whenever you are ready to talk, I am here. I can excuse you from the rest of your classes today, if you would like." Roy's voice was calm, but kind. He didn't want to be the enemy; his goal was to be the friend. He wanted his students to be comfortable enough to talk to him about anything, that's what made him a good principal-he actually cared.

Edward calmed down; his cheeks flushed red from embarrassment of his outburst. He had such a short temper, sometimes he couldn't help it. "Okay...yeah...thanks, sir."

"Would you like me to give you a ride home, Edward?" Normally, Roy would never offer such a thing to a student, because frankly it's not appropriate, but, if no one was abusing him, then he must have been attacked or something, and so, for Ed's safety and no other reason (right?) he felt he should give the boy a ride home.

Ed was about to tell him that he really didn't live that far away, and that he could walk there, but he stopped a second to really look at his principal. Mustang was young, well, compared to Ed's old principal, Mr. Falman, and he was a very attractive man. Ed blushed and looked away. "A ride home would be nice..." he mumbled. He didn't really want his principal to see where he lived, but he didn't feel like walking all the way back there when he just walked here. It was a dumb, lazy excuse, but it worked.

Roy offered the teen a smile and grabbed his keys. "Let's go then."

Edward walked out of the school, following behind the principal. When they got out to the parking lot, Edward was surprised to see which car Roy went to. It was a black, 1967 Mustang Eleanor that had flames painted on it. Basically, the car was way too cool for a principal of a high school to own. "That's your car?" Edward said, his mouth hanging open slightly.

Roy chuckled and unlocked Ed's door for him. "Yes, it was a gift. My friend thought it would be funny to get me a Mustang. He said the flames reminded him of me...don't know why though." Roy did know why, he was a freaking pyro, that's why. Roy always had a lighter in his pocket, not because he's a smoker, because he's not, he just enjoyed lighting stuff on fire...was that so wrong?

Ed sat in the leather seat after Roy opened the door for him, and, being polite, he reached over and opened the door for Roy, which he found slightly amusing. That's what women do when he takes them out on dates. Shaking that thought from his head, he entered the car and shut the door. "Your car is beautiful." Edward said, then added sheepishly, "it really suits you."

Roy smiled, "Thank you, Edward." Roy put the key in the ignition and started the car with a loud roar; it purred beautifully. The CD that Roy was listening to this morning started playing.

"No way! You listen to KISS?" Ed said in disbelief as Detroit Rock City blasted from the car speakers. "What other bands do you like?"

"Oh you know, Sex Pistols, Van Halen, David Bowie, Journey, Aerosmith, things like that." He chuckled at the look on Ed's face. "What?"

"Who would have known a principal could be so cool?" Ed said laughing a bit. This was so unreal. He had a cool car, liked great music and on top of all that, he was totally hot! Why did he have to be the freaking principal?!

"So where do you live, Ed?" Roy asked, pulling out of the parking lot. When Edward gave him his address, Roy raised his brow, but said nothing. Roy knew the apartments, they were pretty sketchy. That and they were easily within walking distance, so why did Edward accept a ride from him? He was pulled out of his thoughts by Edward's growling stomach. "Hungry?" Roy asked, amused.

Ed nodded. "Yeah, we don't really have much to eat, and Al is like a bottomless pit," he laughed a bit, "He needs more food than I do."

Roy frowned. "You're giving up food for yourself so your brother can eat?" Edward nodded. They were approaching the turn into the apartments, but, instead of slowing down to turn, Roy sped up and kept going straight.

"You missed it," Ed pointed out.

"Yes, I am aware of that. I'm not taking you home right now." Roy knew he shouldn't be doing this, but damn it, he couldn't let the poor boy starve, besides, who knows what he's been doing to get money just to feed his brother?

"Where are we going?" Ed asked, confused.

"The grocery store," Roy answered, "and don't think about refusing this offer, it's not optional. I can spare some money if it means you can eat for a week or so without having to worry about money or starving yourself to feed your brother."

"Thank you." Ed mumbled. He didn't like taking handouts, but he didn't really have a choice. Mr. Mustang was offering him something that will help Al as well, so he couldn't refuse.

"You're welcome."

As they shopped for food, Roy got to know his new student a little better. Edward chatted away, telling basic details of his life, what kind of music he likes and teenage things like that. Every now and then Ed would let something more personal slip out, so, little by little, Roy was getting to know who Edward Elric really was.

Right now Ed was talking about how he was from the country and how when he and Al were little they would play outside every day, running around barefoot and picking blackberries. "Those were the best times, when we could play all day and get dirty, then go home when the sun went down and have a hot bath and dinner waiting for us. Our mom encouraged us to get dirty, funny, right?" Then he changed the subject, pointing at some food and saying it was Al's favorite. Edward was really good at avoiding unwanted emotions.

Once they paid for all the food Roy drove to Ed's apartment and helped bring in the bags of food. "Sorry about the place, you're probably used to much better," Ed said, embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it, Edward," Roy reassured the teen. He helped Ed put away the food.

"Thank you...for everything." Ed said.

"It was nothing-"

"No! It was everything! So just take my stinking gratitude, alright?" Edward snapped.

Roy smiled and ruffled up his hair. "Alright, you're welcome." The two smiled at each other for a moment before Roy said, "Well, Edward, I really must get back from the school. I expect you to be there on time tomorrow." Roy flashed the teen a grin and let himself out.

Ed took a deep breath and sat down on his futon, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. 'Principal Mustang is one good looking man...why does he have to be the freaking principal? God, just thinking about him makes me wanna-" Ed sat up, his pants suddenly felt tighter than usual. 'Well...Al isn't home…' Edward unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down around his knees, then did the same with his boxers. He was surprised at how aroused he was at the moment, considering he wasn't even thinking sexual thoughts. The image of his new principal, even fully clothed, was enough to make Ed 'spring into action.'

When Roy got back into his car he sat in the driver's seat for a minute, thinking about his day so far, and how he never expected it to end up this way. Then, before he started the car, he noticed that there was a notebook of some kind on the floor in the seat Ed was sitting in. He picked it up and read the front. "History Notes" Roy smiled and opened the notebook, and about ten blank hall passes fell out. Roy picked one up; it was signed by Mr. Havoc. 'Another student caught you smoking, eh Jean?' Roy thought, rolling his eyes. He never understood how a man so fit and healthy looking could put so much poison into his lungs.

Roy got out of the car and walked back to Ed's apartment to give him back his notebook. He was about to knock on the door when he heard something. The principal paused and looked at the window, it was slightly open, and the sound was coming from in there. Curious, Roy peaked in the window, and his eyes widened at what he saw, Edward was touching himself! He was really enjoying it too...Roy knew he was being a pervert and was invading privacy, and he was about to leave as quickly as possible, but then he heard the blonde boy moan a name, his name! Was this for real? Was this kid seriously thinking about him while he masturbated?

The older man felt something stir in his lower regions and forced himself to leave, it wasn't right for him to watch his student do such a thing, but to get turned on by watching his student do it was just plain sick. Roy rushed back to his car and hurried to the school. He decided he would give Ed his notebook back at a different time.