And chapter three people. I'm liking the responses here. Nice input from the story. There just a small point here that I need to address.
Mabaa is running the whole witch show, directing Medusa and her activities in the revival of the Kishin. The belief is that once it's free, Arachnea can do her thing and spread the madness, where the rest of the witches will utilize it into a weapon. That's how much I'm changing it. I'll have a twist later that involves Crona. Don't worry, It'll work out in the end.
On with the story.
Ed walked up the stairs of the DWMA. In his right arm was a bag from a coffee shop down the street, he couldn't remember the name but they promised you would dance or something after drinking their coffee. He got a coffee pot, coffee, a few dozen filters and some sugar.
In his left arm was a simple brown bag containing a bottle of brandy and a few beer. After all, back in, what was it, the 60's? Maybe, probably before or right at the start he had worked at a fast food joint out of need to do something. He found alcohol helped him forget about the really angry customers that tried to make him go on a rampage. After that he liked the taste of it. That and it would provide a sense of normality to this weird life of his.
When he got to the top he was met with a strange sight: the blue haired kid, Blackstar, was standing there, his weapon, Tsubaki, next to him. There was a bit of a crowd, Kid and his weapons along with Soul. There was also a few other people he might have seen in class, but otherwise, the only other notable person was screw head. It looked like he was expected.
Ed stood there, a bit of a dumb look on his face. It's not to say he didn't expect a crowd, he could taste the different chemicals that make up a human body radiating from the stairs, the higher pressure air in the school blowing the air down the steps.
"Hi, anything wrong?" asked Ed, looking around, seeing if there was anyone else that conveniently was beside him. No such luck.
"I'm here to challenge you to a duel!" exclaimed the blue haired youth. Ed frowned.
"Why? You bored?" asked Ed, a confused tone in his voice.
"Because, everyone in the school is talking about you and I can't stand for a big star like me not to be the center of attention!" he exclaimed, striking a pose.
"So, you have a god complex? Is that it?" There was a bit of silence."
"No more talk, for I Blackstar, THE ONE THAT SHALL SURPASS GOD WILL DEFEAT YOU!" shouted the blue haired assassin.
Ed sighed, seeing he wasn't going to get back to his room any time soon. Putting his stuff down, he shrugged his jacket off, leaving his white shirt, vest and gloves.
"I'll fight you, but only hand to hand, you don't use your weapon and I won't use my family secret." With those terms laid, the blue haired combatant
"Alright, hand to hand. That's it. No weapons." Ed nodded and took up a fighting stance. Blackstar was surprised, not expecting him to take such an advanced position. Then again, when your two hundred years old, you pick up a few things, like several advanced forms of martial arts mixed in with the one Teacher literally beat into his body, one bone shattering blow at a time. The result was a lovely form that seemed very random but deadly all the same.
Blackstar struck first, leaping with a wild 'yahoo.' The attack was a powerful chop to the neck, hoping the advanced stance was just for show.
Grinning, Ed slapped his chop away and with lighting speed slapped Blackstar's face with his other hand, the flesh one.
Blackstar landed, holding his face. "DID YOU JUST SLAP ME?" screamed the attacker. There was a bit of laughing from the crowd.
Not waiting for a reply, he attacked again, hoping to fake him into blocking his head while he swept out Ed's feet. Too bad he hit the metal one.
He recoiled, landing a good few feet away. Snarling, Blackstar attacked again, earning another slap.
Another attack, another slap.
Another attack, another slap.
Another attack, another slap.
By now the audience was laughing their asses off, while Blackstar was fuming in anger. The preverbal light bulb went off. Ed had said hands only. That could imply using his soul wavelength to attack.
With a feral cry of determination, he leapt forward, vaulting over Ed. Using the fast ninja skills either passed down from the Star clan line, or just his constant training, we will never know, he punched the small of Ed's back with his soul wavelength into a powerful electrical attack.
"AHHHG! GOD DAMMIT!" CRIED Ed, falling to his knee. He blatnetly noticed he coughed up blood. The difference was, and he hoped no one noticed, was because of the stone in his chest it caused the blood to be thicker and blacker than usual.
Of course, everyone noticed the red sparks dancing around the small of his back.
They stared, awed as the red lightning flew across his back, knitting the flesh together where it was damaged. Ed cursed under his breath, realizing his secret was out.
Getting up he brushed himself off, whipping the dirt off his pants. "Well, guess that cat's out of the bag," muttered Ed, taking in the shocked faces. Of course, Blackstar would be the first to speak.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? I SAID NO FAMILY SECRETS!" screamed the blue haired idiot. Ed decided he'd improvise with his answer.
"Well, you said no family secret in play. As far as I could tell I didn't move the elements to my advantage, I only used my hands, that a problem?" He smirked at the expression. Obviously the loophole worked in his favour. The downside would be that now people would be questioning about this... aspect... of him. Particularly that Stein dude. He got the feeling that if he let his automail be seen by that screw head it would end badly, badly like that frog yesterday bad.
"Well, I think we'll call this a draw then. I'm getting cold." It was true, it was nearing the end of the day so the nights got really cold.
Ed shrugged his coat back on, picking up his bags and walked through the crowed, still gawking at him.
Oh this could be interesting. How long till this 'adventure' ends?
Up in one of the random windows that's always there but never seen from outside.
Medusa watched the duel, slightly worried for Ed. She didn't know much about automail, only that it acted as a full working replacement for a limb to the point that most will assume it's real.
What worried her was how much abuse it could take before actually causing damage to the person's physiology.
That and she didn't want to see him hurt, he was nice to be around.
She was about to go out herself and get some groceries when she saw a frog, sitting on the ledge.
"Eurka, what do I owe the displeasure?" snapped Medusa, already angry.
She didn't like Eurka for a variety of reasons. Mostly because her 'theme' was a frog. Really, how pathetic are you that you choose a frog? Reason two was while Eurka was less powerful, she always thought that she was better. Reason three, Eurka regularly won in the monthly poker game.
"Well, Mabaa has asked that you test the black blood subject later, specifically in Italy this time. She wants her Kishin. And if that can't be accomplished, then go with plan B."
Medusa cringed at the mention of Plan B. It was not pretty, but plan A was not any better.
"Griko is prepping stage two of the plan, and Mabaa and the other's are studying step three. All we need is step one to start. That's you, get us a Kishin."
"I'm working on it, can't say I like it, I'm all for a bit of madness here. What I don't get is this incessant urge to wipe out society with it. Makes no sense, where does she think her pink bubbly bath comes from?" asked Medusa. She knew that Eurka had left around 'I'm working on it' but it helped to rant for a bit.
Medusa leaned back against the desk, rubbing her temples. She often wondered what life would be like if she grew up in some remote place in Norway.
Then the thought that ran through her head was, 'why Norway?'
"Being a witch is probably not worth the headaches," she muttered, searching for some advil.
Sighing at the lack of pain reliever, she removed her nurse coat and put on a simple black jacket that went with her skirt. She walked out of the clinic, locking the door behind her.
Ed's Room
Ed finished putting away the alcohol in the fridge.
"Ahh, Mr. Coffee, how I missed you these past two days," cooed Ed, doing the anime body wave next to it. Finishing his 'moment,' he opened the box, immediately crestfallen.
There was no power cord.
There was a torn hole where the cord should be. Verifying that it was torn and not a separate cord, he sighed.
"Back to the coffee shop then," he muttered, closing the box. "Just a bit longer Mr. Coffee," he cooed again, this time looking at the tin of coffee.
Grabbing his coat he strolled out his door, not noticing the figure in black that he crashed into.
"Oww," muttered Ed, his hand steadying him against the wall. He looked to see who it was.
"...I find this weird that we keep meeting like this," commented Ed, helping Medusa onto her feet.
"Oh, Edward, nice to see you again. Yes, I do suppose it's weird we keep meeting like this. Where are you going?" she asked, rubbing her head.
"My coffee pot was broken so I'm getting a new one, where are you going?"
"Advil ran out, I'm going to get some more for myself and the clinic. We're all out and I've got a headache." Ed nodded.
"Well, I've got some in my room if you really need it, then perhaps you could pick a coffee pot that will come fully assembled in the box."
"Sure. You didn't get it from that weird coffee place did you?" she asked. The two were now walking down the hall heading for the entrance of the school.
"I did, can't remember the name but the coffee smelt good. Apparently the machines there suck."
"Yeh, the best place would be the appliance ware store in the south end.
The two walked down the street, stopping at the pharmacy to get a shit tonne of advil. For the next couple of hours they walked around the city, Medusa giving Edward a tour of the place. They stopped at the appliance place, getting a coffee pot that worked.
By the time they arrived at the school it was maybe 11:30 and the weather was quickly growing cold.
"Damn, no one would ever guess a desert get's cold," muttered Ed, attempting to pull the coat tighter around him with the added bundle of coffee pot in his arm.
"Yeh, it gets cold here at night. It's nice tonight though." Medusa paused to look at the moon.
"Moon still looks creepy as shit though," she added. Ed looked skyward, seeing the giant crescent rock in the sky. It looked like it was grinning.
"Yeh, weird ass moon." Ed thought back to Amestris. He would kill for the regular moon and sun. Since coming to this world he had been wearing a belt. A very tight belt. The sun looked like a rapist and the moon like the audience. It made him fear for his well being.
The duo arrived at the school, walking through semi deserted halls. Semi being the ever present yet invisible mirror of Death.
"Well, this is my door," commented Medusa, a bit saddened their nice conversation was at an end.
"Yeh, guess it is. Well, it was nice talking with you, thanks for helping me pick out a coffee pot. I had a nice time." And it was true, for the first time in a long time Ed felt at ease, happy even.
With a wave he left for his door, coffee pot under his arm. Medusa watched him enter his room, the door closing softly against the frame.
Stepping into her own room she closed the door, setting the advil on the counter. She leaned against the door, thinking.
Unbeknownst to either of them, they both had a sudden realization, they were happy.
[A.N.] There we go, chapter 3. Now, in case we have a few stupid people, and I mean extremely stupid, fail on the stupid test stupid, yes, there are those people out there, I'm going to state the pairing.
Edward/Medusa
Yes, it's a first. I should know. I actually looked all around, even on other sites I couldn't find anything... I think. I might go have another look. BUT TO ME I CHRISTEN THIS FANFIC AS AN ORIGINAL PAIRING!
K, all done. Enjoy your future endeavours people.