Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ I Will Have You ❯ Chapter 1

First day of Highschool. Needless to say he was excited..and pissed. You see...he was..vertically challenged, and due to his condition many people assumed he was..not in highschool. Remarks like 'The preschool building is another block down..just keep walking..you won't miss it' or 'Wow! I've never seen a real midget!' were wearing on his nerves quickly. Ed was trying his best to not lash out and punch someone in the face. If Al was here, he would be proud of Ed for actually having such restraint, as he often referred to his older brother as an "immature brawler". Ed preferred to ignore such comments.
His first three classes had gone as well as a first day of school can go. Honors Physics was his first class. The class was generally taken by juniors, but Ed was a prodigy and had scored high enough on his placement exams and the school allowed Freshman to take the course in special cases like Ed. However he still had to deal with some classes that were to simple for him. He had pleaded(bragged how he was superior and should be placed in a higher level class) with the counselors, but rules were rules.
His second class was one of those classes. It was basically a typing class and learning how to use Microsoft Word. It was stupid. Beyond stupid. And sadly a requirement for ALL freshman(and a few seniors who failed it their Freshman year). It was stupid and so was the teacher. Ed suspected he was also a pedophile. His third class was better. Honors Geometry. It was still simple for him, since he had spent his summer reading books on Calculus and Trigonometry. But a Freshman could not take a higher class.
Really he should be in an elite private school for gifted children. That had been the original plan, but then his perfect life had began spiraling downward and his mother could only afford to send him and his younger brother Al to public schools. Though Al had it worse. He was smart, not so much as his older brother(Ed made a point to have intelligence over Al since Al was an inch taller), but still above average, and no sort of advanced classes were offered in a public middle school. But he was alot calmer and optimistic about it. Ed saw it as a loss of oppurtunity to learn more(he had big plans to be a mad scientist and be disgustingly rich), Al saw it as an oppurtunity to relax and take it easy.
His fourth period was lunch and that was where he was now. The first fifteen mintes had to be spent in total silence in asigned seating. And you HAD to have something to do. Ed had seen two kids get yelled at within the first five minutes. One for staring off into space, and the other for doodling. Doodling was not an adequete activity in the fifteen minute period of silence before lunch apparently. He read from one of the two books he had brought into the lunchroom with him. Lunch was a full fifety-five minutes, like a class period, and he knew it would only take him a few minutes to eat. The study portion of lunch was over with quickly and the students were allowed to go to lunch.
Gone were the small lunchrooms and simple straight lines. This room was huge. Gigantic. Enormous. And absolutely filled with students. Back in middle school, each grade level had their own period, in highschool, this was not the case. It was a conglomerate of students of all years and abilities. A larger selection of food and vicious competition to get said food first.Ed was immediately lost in the ten or so lines leading to God knows where. It started out as roughly two lines that lead into the smaller section of the lunchroom that was the kitchen. Then branched off into several lines for each section of food. French fries were considered a meal and that was the longest line after the sandwhiches. Then there was the main course that had the suspiciously labled by the sign hanging above as 'Creations'. Ed decided to get a sandwhich with potato chips. It just seemed safer.
He got into another line that was to the register. Beside the register there was a series of shleves holding various junk foods such as chips, cookies, cupcakes and the like. It was his first day and already he could clearly see the irony that was highschool lunch. Adults would always go on about eating right and healthy, yet all the health food was at least a dollar more than the junk food. The cheapest and healthiest thing to eat was a sandwhich, and even that had a thick layer of meat, a leaf of lettuce and one slice of tomato and a few packets of mayo. Plus greasy potato chips. He could practicaly feel that weight he would no doubt put on by the end of year.
After paying he wnet into the main are of the lunch rooms. Tables lines up across the large room were slowly being filled by people. He didn't particulary want to sit next to anyone, especially a loud mouthed idiot. He walked down the rows of tables until finding a half empty one. He sat at the very end of the empty half, as far away as possible. No one even noticed him, Perfect. He set his food down and his two books that were actually not school books, though they certainly could be. Advanced sciences were his hobby.
He picked up his sandwich and took a bite. It was a bit dry and..kinda weird tasting, but overall tolerable. He was poised to take another bite when someone loudly sat down about three spaces away from him. It seemed like the person made a point to sit away from the group of people on the other side of the table and away from Ed as well. A quick glance around told Ed that there were literally no more open tables. It was a full lunch and actually a bit overcrowded.
Now Ed tried not to be judgemental, but some people were just weird. This person was weird. Too androgynos for Ed to really tell which gender 'he' belonged too. 'His' hair was long and black, though when the light hit it, it seemed to have a green sheen to it. If that wasn't weird enough, it appeared as if the person has shaved his hair short save for sections gelled into tendrils. Or maybe they naturally sectioned off like that. The hair didn't seem to have the stiffness that came with gel, as the tendrils naturally moved with the person's body. The guy(?) was wearing a headband that seemed to maybe push the hair up and make it fall like spider legs off 'his' head. It was hard to tell, with it being such a dark color and the person being a few feet away.
"The hell you looking at?" Said the peculiar person in a sneering, nasaly voice. The voice was as androgynos as the face. A baggy hoodie hid any evidence of breasts or lack there of. Ed flushed at being caught staring.But how could he not? With such odd hair and even odder deep violet eyes glaring into his own golden ones."Ah..sorry." Ed looked down at his sandwhich and the person didn't speak again for the rest of the lunch period. Ed didn't look at 'him' again. It was odd. It was just this..vibe..he got from 'him'. Like a 'just leave me the hell alone' vibe. Plus..it was rude to stare. Al was always harping on him about his manners.
Ed couldn't see much of what 'he' was wearing save for a black hoodie and fingerless lace gloves on pale hands with painted purple nails. Said pale hands were abruptly ripped away from his sight and hidden under the table.
"Would you stop looking at me?!" Ed hadn't even realized that he was omce again satring. It was as if his eyes were in league against him. As if the features of the person in front of him were a drug that his eyes needed, but couldn't have in such large dosages.
"I-I'm sorry."
"Clearly not sorry enough, because you're still looking at me." He seethed. Ed was certain he was a boy now. A girl surely couldn't bring her voice to such a low octave filled with menacing intent.
"Maybe you shouldn't dress so-" Ed began to retort in defense of himself only to be suddenyl cut off.
"So what? Gay? Is that what you want to say? I shouldn't dress like a freak?" At this point the 'freak' in question stood up with his hands angerly placed on the table. Ed could now see that he was wearing a skirt. A short black one. Not tight though and not whoreishly short. Midthigh. The bottom half of a dragon tattoo stood bright and vividly green against the pale skin. The hoodie was a zipper kind and the zipper was only halfway pulled up and Ed could aslo see a triangle of pale skin, showing that the boy was wearing a peculiar tube top that had covered his upper chest and had a turtle neck."N-no. That's not what I meant a-"
"Then what the fuck did you mean?" He snarled. Ed was getting annoyed at having his sentences cut off. He was trying to explain himself damnit! Now he stood up as well. He tried to ignore the fact that the guy in the skirt was a good six inches taller.
"I meant that if you don't want attention, then perhaps you shouldn't put so much effort into standing out!"
"Fuck you! You pipsqueak freshman!" For Ed, no more words were needed. He hopped onto the table and used it as leverage to jump the green haired freak. Said freak was thrown to the hard ground with Ed on top of him.
It was like a blur, everything happening so fast and all at once. Ed reacted naturally to the word 'pipsqueak' as he was very sensitive about his height. He knocked the offender to the ground and they were immediately rolling back and forth, each trying to get the upper hand. The whole lunchroom was standing and watching, some chanting "Fight!".
Being so close, Ed could see just how vibrantly colored his eyes were. And he now knew it was definately a guy. Not only was his chest flat, but it was muscular. Ed ccould feel the raw power within the thin frame, the fire in his violet eyes. Smell his peculiar and entirely alluring scent. Ed didn't even realize that he was laying on top of the long haired boy, unmoving. Ed's hands fisted in his hoodie in mid attack. The entire lunchroom was staring, watching and waiting. Wondering. What the hell was going on? A freshman attacked Envy, the school bully, asshole of the century, faggot extriodinare and all around creep and now he was just practically laying on top of him, staring at him. And Envy was staring back, though just as perplexed as the rest if the student body at the blonde's peculiar behavior.
Ed was abruptly ripped off of Envy by one of the hallway police. It was as if he was in a daze. Ine minute he was pissed beyond reason by being called short and then next he was mesmerized by..by..by what? What was it that was so..enticing? So much that Ed didn't fully snap out of it until he was sitting in the Dean's office. The boy he was fighting next to him, looking beyond pissed. Ed..found it..sexy. He couldn't stop staring becuase he was so beautiful. So alluring that Ed didn't even care if he was a girl or not. It was odd to admit, but he knew it was true. Ed was in love. Though the glare his new love interest was sending him said that he didn't feel quite the same way as Ed.