Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ I Will Have You ❯ Chapter 2

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Ok. Here is chapter two. For one a big THANK YOU to all the people that reviewed and wanted me to continue. This is for you. And a HUGE THANK YOU to YukinoKara who betaed this for me. And by the way, yes I did mean 'pissant'. I got into a fight with microsoft word over it and I guess it won. Normally I use this weird program called Jarte, but Jarte doesn't do the whole underline in red thing so I switched it over, but yeah...Microsoft word does not like me...Anyways..Thank You so much everyone.

Chapter 3 is just about done.
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Chapter 2

They had been told to wait. The space of the dean's office was limited and only five chairs were available for students who either had grievances or were in trouble; such as Ed and Envy. Envy casually lounged on one chair, his legs spread out, and his hands angrily shoved in the pockets of his hoodie. Pale toes played with the black thongs of his flip flops. It was clear that not only was Envy bored as all hell, but rather comfortable, resigned, to being in the dean's office.

Ed was too, sadly. Not at this school of course, but back in middle school he was often in trouble. He got into fights frequently, usually because someone mocked his height. You would think they would learn, but no. It became a joke: who could piss the midget off the most. Not that Ed entirely minded. He rather enjoyed punching the shit out of the taller kids who thought they were all that and a bag of chips just because they hit their growth spurts early. Ed was a late bloomer, you see. That was all it was. He was short now, but he would grow. And he was still a man, and as a man he had to defend his manhood and beat the shit out of anyone and everyone that called him "short", "squirt", "pipsqueak" and any and all other synonyms.

So of course he had reacted the way he did when Envy called him a pipsqueak. He was insulting Ed's manhood and Ed had to defend that. Surely the dean would understand that.

The dean did not understand that.

"I have very high expectations of you Mr. Elric. With your academic history and your obvious high levels of intelligence, you could make something of yourself. I would highly advise you to not be foolish and mess up your future because you felt the need to assert your 'manliness'. In the future: think before you act." Ed resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Like he hadn't heard that before. He put on his serious face and gave the dean a nod.

"Yes Sir." It always made authority figures cream themselves when you called them "sir" or "ma'am". The dean smiled and nodded approvingly.

"Good. You're a good kid Mr. Elric. I won't give you a detention this time and I trust it won't happen again. However, Envy," the dean dropped the formalities. "This is your senior year. Your first one. If you do not wish to have a second, then you better step in line. This is it. It's time to step up and be a man and cease this childish behaviour- DETENTION!" The dean exploded when he noticed Envy mouthing the words of his speech that, Ed assumed, had been said to Envy many times before. Envy chuckled at his own antics and at the dean's predictability.

"Go. Go to your next classes." He waved them off. Envy was up first and out of the door before Ed could even blink. Ed made a dash out the door in hopes of catching up to him.

"Hey! Um… Envy!" That was what the dean had called him right? Odd name...But it fit him. He was an odd character. Someone as obviously individualistic as him certainly deserved a name just as unordinary.

Envy ignored him and continued briskly walking to his next class, his black flip flops slapping the tile floor defiantly. Ed jogged up to him and had to still maintain a running sort of walk to keep up with the longer legged teen. Envy refused to look at him.

"Hey, um.., I'm a freshman and today's my first day. Well obviously. I mean yesterday was freshman orientation, but that doesn't really count. And I have gym next… Could you tell me where the gym is?" Ed was babbling. He knew he was, but he couldn't seem to help himself. It was like a programmed mechanism in men to become floundering idiots when confronted with a beautiful girl- or in this case, a beautiful boy.

Envy abruptly stopped. Ed nearly tripped over his feet as he skidded to a halt when he saw Envy was no longer trying to get away from him. He looked up at the taller boy and was met with a dirty glare. Did he say something to upset him? He only asked where the gymnasium was.

"You... You..." A growl of frustration followed as Envy yanked on his own long, odd hair. Ed looked at him dubiously. Had he lost his mind? Envy took a deep breath.
"You…stay the HELL away from me! Got it?!" Envy punctuated his warning, for that was exactly was it was, with a sharp jab to Ed's forehead with his index finger.

"You're pretty." Though Ed meant it, he really said it because Envy just looked so infuriated at nothing and Ed found that rather funny. So he decided to infuriate him more. Maybe they could get into another fight. That would be fun.

Envy growled again and stomped off. Ed, of course, followed him. They were already late to class due to waiting a year in the dean's office before he actually got around to lecturing them. A few more minutes wouldn't matter. And in any case, a gentleman always walked his girlfriend or potential girlfriend to class. Or boyfriend. But Envy looked enough like a girl for terminology to not really be of concern.

Needless to say, it surprised and delighted Ed when Envy walked around the corner to where the gym doors were and ripped open one of the large heavy doors. Ohh, so that's why he got so mad. They had gym together. Cool. Ed grinned as he followed Envy into the gymnasium.

Assembled in a corner was the class. Some students were standing, some were seated on the on the dirty wooden floor. A male teacher that looked to be in his late twenties was going over the rules in a strict voice. Envy casually walked over and leaned against the wall, but remained a few steps away from the rest of the class. The teacher had switched talking to glaring at Envy and then at Ed when he sheepishly came into view.

"Care to explain why you're late, gentlemen?" Ed opened his mouth to relay the awkward story of the fight and then the dean, but Envy beat him to it.

"Fuck you." The whole class looked at the teacher, waiting for an outburst. Ed pursed his lips. That probably wasn't the best thing to say after just coming from the dean's.

"Envy Howitzer. So nice to have you in my class again."
"It's nice to be here, Roy."
"Mr. Mustang, you little shit." Whispers broke out. Did the teacher just say… what they thought he said? Envy rolled his eyes and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. Whatever. Ed found Envy's "I don't give a damn" attitude cute.
"Yes, Sir Mr. Mustang you little shit you." Said Envy, grinning at his own use of double standard. Roy turned red with fury.

"I will fail your ass AGAIN if you don't straighten out." Roy practically screamed. Envy rolled his eyes and said "Oooh, I'm sooo scared," while making gestures with his hands signifying just how scared he was. Roy looked like he wanted to beat the crap out of Envy, and it seemed to be taking a lot of effort not to. Ed, along with the entire class, darted his eyes back and forth between the infuriated teacher and smart-mouthed student, waiting to see if a shout-fest would break out.

A cell-phone rang. Everyone looked around, seeing who would be the next to feel the anger of their unorthodox gym teacher. A few students who had the same ringtone discreetly checked to see if it was them. Ed didn't have his phone on him, so he knew he was safe. He glanced over to Envy and watched in disbelief as the already-in-deep-shit teenager pulled out his own phone and flipped it open.
"Yeah? Gluttony, I'm at school... Gluttony, I can't make you any chilli right now… Gluttony! Shut up!" Envy snapped his phone closed. Roy had disappeared into his office while Envy had been talking to someone named 'Gluttony'. Ed had no idea who that was, but he guessed the person was some relative of Envy's based on the fact that the name was also a sin.

Roy returned with a handful of little pink slips. He walked over to Envy and held the slips over his head. The class watched with wide eyes as a sprinkle of detention slips floated around an annoyed Envy.

"Detention. For the whole fucking year, you little pissant." Envy stated his opinion on the matter via his middle finger.

Puissant Roy then ignored Envy. He had never even gotten to Ed, who had also been late. He probably forgot him in the midst of dealing with Envy. Ed was grateful for that. The last thing he needed was to get in trouble in his first day. He had promised his mom that he would go at least a week before getting into trouble. So he had to be on his best behaviour for now. And Roy, or rather, Mr. Mustang seemed like the type of teacher to not take any shit and wasn't afraid of breaking a few rules to prove his point or specially punish a student. So he supposed it would be best if he was especially good in this class. Though really, unless you're Envy, how much trouble could you get into in a gym class?

Roy, er… Mr. Mustang then ordered, yes; ordered, the students to commence playing dodge ball and to do it without mercy. What a wacko, thought Ed. He acted like he was a military general instead of a gym teacher.

Dodge ball really wasn't his thing, so Envy retreated to the small corner of the gym that was between the wall and the bleachers. Perfect for protection against stray hard rubber balls that were about to be haphazardly flying around the gym. Envy sat down, wishing he had an iPod. Or hell, he would even settle for a book. Anything to alleviate the already setting in boredom.

Ed, and a few other boys, grabbed the mesh sacs filled with dodge balls from the gym closet after Mr. Mustang opened it for them. They took the balls out and lined them up neatly on the centre line of the gym floor. Occasionally, Ed would look around, wondering where Envy went. He hadn't just left the class had he? Ed set the last ball down and looked around again, feeling it was futile. Envy must've left. Heavy disappointment settled in his stomach.

"Looking for someone?" A grinning blonde said.

"Winry? You're in this class too?" Ed felt somewhat dumb. His best friend and he were sharing a class and he hadn't seen her. Great friend he was. He had been so preoccupied by Envy, he hadn't given Winry a second thought.

"Jeez, Ed, you can be so dense. But I guess you're forgiven, given all the commotion with that one weird kid and Mr. Mustang. I mean, Mr. Mustang hadn't even noticed you were late too."

"Yeah… thankfully. My mom would kill me."

"Heh... yeah. So… Why were you late?" Ed knew that was coming.

"I… uh... got into a fight." He pinched his eyes shut, awaiting the full out assault he knew he would be receiving from his macho female friend.

"YOU IDIOT!" Ed sure was grateful that Winry didn't have a wrench in her hand. She came from a family of mechanics, and was a damn good one herself. As such, she was nearly always tinkering with something and always had a tool in her hand, but her preferred tool of choice was a wrench when it came to beating him. Although, Winry did not punch like a girl. Tool or no tool, Ed was in pain.

"OW! You are so NOT cute!" That earned him another punch from his very un-cute friend and neighbour. Sometimes he wished she was a boy. Then he could actually hit her back.

Quiet, yet oddly menacing chuckles caught his attention and momentarily took his mind away from the throbbing pain in his skull.

"Envy?" The laughing ceased instantly. Ed grinned. So he was still here after all. But where? Ed leaned back trying to see if he was behind the bleachers.

"Ed?" She questioned. She hadn't heard Envy laughing, and therefore had no idea what Ed was doing. But Ed had no time to answer her. Mr. Mustang ordered silence and then began assigning teams.

Ed went over to his assigned team. Winry was on the opposite team. Ed was a bit relieved. He didn’t want to be interrogated about the fight he was in earlier. Though he was fairly certain Winry was going to harass him after school and on the way home. He sighed.

Ed was normally a fan of dodge ball, but not today. Not right now. Now, with his mind on a certain long haired boy. It made him wonder what Winry would think if she ever found out, with her having a crush on him and all. He sighed again.

He gave a glance to the bleachers. Though he couldn’t see him, it was oddly enough to know he was least there.

"You saw him sneak out too?" Another boy from class spoke up. He was standing off to the side, but walked over when he saw Ed looking over to Envy's hiding spot.

"Sneak out?"

"Yeah. Envy just left." There was that feeling in his gut again. Envy was gone?

"I heard you two got into a fight."

"Huh? Oh yeah… we did." The boy nodded.

"I hate that little freak." He declared suddenly. Ed's brow furrowed. It was beginning to seem that everyone hated Envy, students and teachers alike. Though, that could just be Mr. Mustang. A rather unorthodox teacher butting heads with a rather unorthodox teenager.

"He... doesn't seem so bad." Ed ventured. "I was staring at him, ‘cause he just… looked different. He got pissed." He shrugged. The fight wasn't that big of a deal. Even understandable. If Ed had been in Envy's place, he would’ve done the same thing.

"Yeah? You think that now, but wait. Kid's a little junkie whore." The boy, Ed still had yet to learn his name, then abruptly ended the conversation by diving for a flying dodge ball. He caught it. During the hysteria, Ed bolted. He didn’t even think about it. Didn't question why. Just ran out the doors and ran to Envy.

Luckily, he hadn't gotten far. Ed saw him sipping water from the fountain right outside of the gym. Envy lifted his head when he heard the gym doors slam open. His eyes widened in both annoyance and disbelief.

"You!"

"Eh... heheh… yeah… Hi." Ed touched the back of his head in mild embarrassment. He must seem like a crazy person.

"What the hell do you want from me?! Look, is it weed? Then fine. I'll sell you some, just stop fucking with me!" Ed's mouth opened and closed. He looked like a fish, gasping for words like a fish for water.

"What? No!" The boy from class's words came back to him. He hadn't paid him any mind at the time. He was barely even listening to him, but… was it true? What kind of person was Envy really? Ed... had no idea. Odd how he didn’t realize that until now. He had his mind set, he was going to somehow date Envy, but he didn’t know a damn thing about him.

"I just wanted…" Wanted what? To fuck him? His own thoughts made him wince. What had he been thinking? He was making an idiot of himself. He sighed. "I just want to be your friend." He resigned. No, he didn’t know him. But that didn’t mean the spark… the click… the feeling of... rightness he had felt was wrong. There was something about Envy that just worked for him. And he wanted, needed, to know more about him. Be near him.

"You... what?" Envy whispered, completely caught off guard. "Why?" Ed shrugged.

"Do I need a reason?" Because he sure as hell couldn’t give one that made sense.

"I said, stop fucking with me!"

"I’m not!" Ed put his hands up defensively. This was not working out the way he wanted it to damnit! "I just... I don't know. I-I like you." Ed realized how that sounded and decided to quickly fix his mistake, lest he seem even more like a creepy stalker. "No! I mean like… I just... you… interest me. You seem... like the kind of person I could get along with." The more he spoke, the righter it seemed. Envy was silent. He stared at Ed for a good, long moment, before shaking his head.

"No. You don’t know me." And he left. And Ed couldn't bring himself to chase him again.