A/N - I wanted this to be longer, but I also wanted to post on Halloween. So, sorry for the wait, but I now have an idea of where I want the next couple chapters to go, so... Fair trade? Anyways, please enjoy the chapter!

Way back in chapter 1…

"Who are you?" Kyoya snapped. "Because you're definitely not that idiot Tamaki."

And now…

"Oh, thank god," Ed sighed. "I have no idea who the fuck Tamaki is, but everyone's been calling me that since this morning."

Kyoya's eyes narrowed, mouth set in a hard line. "Who. Are. You." His voice was low, and to anyone else, it would have been bone-chilling. But Ed had faced the Truth, and he was not intimidated.

"Call me Ed." The Fullmetal Alchemist smirked, and Kyoya gave him a flat look. "No, seriously, my name is Edward Elric. I just… kinda… woke up like this?"

"... Alright. Look, for now, just follow me. We need to go to class." Ed scrutinized the other's face, but Kyoya was unreadable.

The two made their way into the garish pink building, Ed trying to make small talk, and Kyoya ignoring the blonde. The day passed quickly, and Kyoya studied the… Ed. He was proficient in foreign language, as was Tamaki. However, that was all that was the only subject where Tamaki truly flourished. While Tamaki was okay at math and science, Ed flourished, much to the pleasure of their teachers. Tamaki was pretty good at history and recalling information, but Ed sat through the lecture with a blank stare, totally uncomprehending. Thankfully, the teacher seemed more interesting in droning on than paying attention to the students, and Ed managed to avoid suspicion.

During lunch, when Tamaki would usually drag Kyoya to sit with the rest of the Host Club, Kyoya had pulled him aside to eat in a classroom. He felt a little relieved when he saw Ed eat: messy with food flying everywhere, like a child trying to be neat but making a bigger mess for all their effort.

Finally, after their grueling day, it was time for Club activities to start.

"Sit here and don't leave the room," Kyoya ordered, fixing Ed with a stern gaze.

"Maybe I will and maybe I won't," Ed growled. After a long day of polite behavior, his fiery personality was beginning to show through.

"Why must you be such a bother," the Cool Type sighed and pushed up his glasses.

"Well, for starters, you haven't even told me your name yet!" Ed turned away, seething.

Kyoya's eyebrows shot up. "If I tell you my name, will you stay put?"

"Sure, I give up. I'll stay if you tell me your name."

Giving a short bow, Kyoya smiled charmingly. "My name is Ootori Kyoya. I am a highschool second year, and vice president of the Ouran Highschool Host Club. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

Ed stared for a moment, sighed and flopped his body on a convenient couch. "Nice ta meetcha, Kyoya. I'm Edward Elric, call me Ed. Now, If you'll excuse me…" The teen began to snore loudly, an invitation for Kyoya to leave the room.

Kyoya smiled, just a little, a fond smirk reserved for Tamaki only. "Please excuse me," he said softly, and left the room.