Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Sui Generis ❯ Meet Edward Elric ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: As I'm sure all of my previous readers are aware, I have a serious weakness for well-written high school fics. Also, let it be said that I am still writing Acidic. Anyway, in this case I just couldn't shake the idea. Full Metal Alchemist just transfers to high school so perfectly! Oh, and it is a RoyxEd fic, so don't read it if you're some backwater homophobic.

 

 

Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue; me no own, so you no sue!

 

 

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“Just go ahead and ask him, Marie! The worst that could happen is that he'll say no.”

 

 

Marie elbowed Brittany brutally, her eyes narrowing.

 

 

“If he says no, then that is the worst thing that could happen! Besides, there hasn't been a good time to ask. That freaky mechanic chick is always around.”

 

 

Brittany deigned to look surprised. “She's a mechanic?”

 

 

“Yeah, she like fixed my brother's car. The slut. I bet she only does it to impress guys.”

 

 

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“Ed?”

 

 

“Ed.”

 

 

“EDWARD!”

 

 

Edward Elric jumped in his seat, causing his right knee to connect painfully with the stone top of the table at which he was seated. Swearing under his breath, he turned his ire on the statuesque blonde who had labored to gain his attention.

 

 

“What the fuck is it, Winry? I'm reading.”

 

 

In response to this unwise statement, his dog-eared copy of Grey's Anatomy was tugged from his slack fingers and tossed amongst the gnarled roots of a nearby tree.

 

 

“There's no point in eating lunch outside if you're going to read through its duration. How about enjoying the sunlight? Or maybe, I don't know - eating?”

 

 

Ed offered up a half-apologetic grin, coupled with a cheeky wink. “Ma'am, yes ma'am,” he murmured conciliatorily.

 

 

“Now,” Winry huffed, “I'm going to dash inside and buy us some food so you don't waste away to skin and bones. The things I do for you, Edward.”

 

 

Ed waited a few moments before pointing over his shoulder in the direction of the school cafeteria. “Uh, Win? I don't see any dashing going on here.”

 

 

The blonde mechanic smiled devilishly, leaning in to such a degree that Ed scrambled to get away. “Sadly, I do not currently possess the funds to rescue you from deprivation. Donations to this noble crusade are much appreciated.”

 

 

With a good-natured growl, Ed dug a five out of his pocket and forked it over. “You do realize that you could have just asked me to give you money for your lunch, right Win?” An upward glance revealed no Winry, who had apparently darted to the source of vittles without waiting for her companion to reply.

 

 

After digging his book out, Ed was in the process of sneaking a few more pages in when a rather tactless shadow fell across the page. Assuming it was Winry, he stuck his left hand out to receive the promised edibles. When no such edibles were forthcoming, he looked up to find…

 

 

Someone who was most assuredly not Winry.

 

 

The chesty brunette eyed him in what could only be described as a hungry manner. Ed reflexively curled into a more easily defensible position.

 

 

“So, Edward,” the creature purred. “It's so nice to finally find you… alone.”

 

 

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Roy jerked as a screech refracted through the courtyard. The motion caused his elaborately concocted coffee to spill, and thereby flow steamily into his lap.

 

 

Several succinct curses (and quite a few paper towels later) Roy was stalking over to the still-wailing girl. Tetchily he wondered why the school had bothered assigning monitors to the courtyard and cafeteria if the teachers had to handle such disruptions themselves.

 

 

Having reached the scene of the… disturbance, Roy did his best to assess the matter. The girl sniffling, her bottom lip quivering in a threatening manner - for fuck's sake, don't start crying, he thought desperately - while some sixth-grade kid was tensed and enraged, crouching on the stone tabletop-

 

 

Pause. Reevaluate. Eleven-year-old at Central High. Fuck. Coffee. Dammit. Coffee.

 

 

Roy closed his eyes momentarily, gathering his wits. The was a sinking sensation in his stomach, convincing him that he would have been happier if he'd stayed with his spilled coffee. Coffee. Dammit. Coffee.

 

 

“Not that I really want to know, but… Fuck it, what happened?” he growled, all menacing instructor and teeth.

 

 

The girl began blubbering in full force, and Roy took a step back. Fear was healthy, he told himself. Any sensible man was afraid of some things. Usually female things.

 

 

“I just came over to t-talk, and he got so angry, and-and, he,” the creature gulped piteously, though the effect was slightly ruined by her violently purple lip gloss “he hit me!”

 

 

Sure enough, there was a vivid mark along one cheek, Normally Roy would have noticed it immediately, but it had blended rather neatly with her heavy blush. All of this still did not explain the prepubescent twerp, however. Sighing wearily, Roy arched a brow and gave the glaring figure his attention.

 

 

“And why, pray tell, did you feel the need to strike the girl? It's not exactly impressive, if that's what you were going for.”

 

 

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Edward wanted to scream when the teacher's brow furrowed. The man was just irritating! Why couldn't he go eat his lunch like everyone else?

 

 

“I have no idea as to what you just said. Repeat yourself and try not to mumble.”

 

 

Ed inhaled deeply, trying not to feel overly humiliated.

 

 

“Look, she came over and started being a bitch, okay? Snapping her damn gum and touching my leg and shit.”

 

 

When the offender began to protest, Mustang raised a curt hand to silence her, staring in disbelief at the midget.

 

 

“You've got to be kidding me. No girl in her right mind would start hitting up some preteen. And what the hell are you doing here? Are you shadowing her for the day or something? Because we don't start that until October.”

 

 

Ed fumed. Seethed. Counted mentally in six different languages.

 

 

“I'm a senior, thank you, and I wouldn't have touched her if she hadn't started insulting Winry-" Ed found himself cut off rather abruptly, as he dodged the garbage can that was thrown at him.

 

 

“EDWARD! What did you do?”

 

 

The hooker-in-training didn't scare him. Hell, even the teacher didn't scare him. But Winry…

 

 

When the teacher - Horsey or Palomino or some such, that was it - grabbed his shoulder and began to drag him, he was grateful.

 

 

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A/N: More soon! I promise to update Acidic first, however. Leijhana tu'sai to all readers and reviewers!