The Earth…

Some man, long ago, made a conclusion that the Earth was the center of the universe. Some other man stated against him, saying that the sun was the center of the universe. Most people believe the sun to be the center, yes. But the universe is a big place. It is impossible for this universe to have a center. To even have an end may be impossible as well. We still hardly know of anything out there. Beyond where we cannot go any further. Man, it sucks to want to know everything. And once you know something you've been literally dying to know. It’s like it just ends. It being something such as… The thrill. The adrenaline. The excitement. The search.
It's like running in a marathon and once you win it's over. You're tired and you want to rest. After a while, you stop caring that you won and move on.
It's all-- This world; Earth... It's all just...
Pathetic.

“Edward Elric!” called the short, stubby teacher. Her nose pointy and long, stuck up in the air. Her big square-like glasses right up to her dull yet angered brown eyes. Her white hair pulled back into a messy loose bun. Her hands on her hips.

A boy jumped a bit as his name being suddenly called. His blond, soft, beautiful feminine-like hair was pulled back into a tight, neat braid with a darkish red ponytail holding it at its’ end. Slim, thin black-rimmed glasses fell to the tip of his nose as he turned his head towards the grumpy lady teacher. His bright golden eyes stared into her furious brown ones. Creepy… It’s like her eyes would eat you or somethin’.

“Stand up, Mr. Elric.” In Ms. Crempwent’s classroom, when you spoke or were spoken to, you stood in a sign of respect or attention.

The blond boy did so, pushing up his glasses at the same time.

“Are you paying any attention to my class or are the clouds teaching you everything you need to know in life, Mr. Elric?” the teacher growled. Ms. Crempwent was surely a she-monster. In her class, one had to be paying attention 24/7... Even if you began to go off to la-la land for a milo-second, she’d snap at you.

A few minutes before, Edward was staring out the windows, watching the white things of cotton-looking puffs float by in the sea of a soft blue.  It was actually quite more interesting then this health class. Honestly, he felt as though the clouds did teach him more then Ms. Grumpy-wrench ever did. “I apologize, Ms. Crempwent.” Like hell he did.

“Take your seat, Mr. Elric. I have a special assignment for just you after class.” She then turned around and once again began her lecture on this and that. She wrote on the chalk bored. Scritch, scratch. The sound of the chalk.

Ed gave a silent growl and did what he was told. He took his seat and sighed. This class… It sucked. He crossed his arms on the desk and stared at the ceiling now. He still didn’t bother to listen to Ms. Crempwent on the studies of the fingernails. He truly didn’t care.

“Elric!” Down came a ruler at the edge of Edward’s desk. He jumped again, tearing his arms off the desk and pushed himself against the chair as much as he could. He gulped.

“You know my rules; don’t cross me nor them. You get no special treatment in my class, so you will not be allowed to slack off! No arms crossed on the desk nor elbows and pay attention!” She pointed the ruler at Edward, the tip not even an inch from his nose, “I swear you have the shortest attention span out of my whole class, Edward Elric. You now have two special assignments waiting for you at the end of class!” She smacked the ruler into her left hand, glaring dead-seriously down at the blond before her.

“What?” Edward exclaimed. He stood to his feet, “that’s not fair!”

Ms. Crempwent snarled a bit and crossed her arms.

“And I do not have a short,” he cringed on that word, “attention span! Maybe if you actually lectured on something important in our lives, I’d give two--” He paused. He growled, closed his eyes and sighed. “This adds up on my special assignments, doesn't it?” Ed questioned, staring as his desk. Well… mostly glaring.

“You bet your skinny little butt it does. Not only assignments now… You gladly have the present of having 2 weeks of detention, Mr. Elric!”

The class snickered and giggled. Whispers and whatnot went on.

“Eh… Tch!” Ed plopped his butt down in his desk chair and growled. He glared forward at the bored.

“Quit your glaring, Elric.” Ms. Crempwent growled as she turned on her brown leather high heal and walked back to the front of the class. “Now… As I was saying before…” She began with her lecture once more, pointing to certain words and phrases with her ruler.

Edward glared at the ruler, watching it’s every move like a cop on a captured thief.

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The bell rang, signaling class to be over.

Ed gave out a huge sigh of relief. He hated, no, despised this class with a passion. He stood up, taking off his glasses. He folded them up and put them in their black glasses-case… thingy.

“Edward!” came Ms. Crempwent’s wretched voice.

Ed flinched for a moment, then sighed. Damn she-devil teacher woman thing! He hissed in his thoughts.

After Edward had received his pile of special assignments he left the room and walked towards his locker.

High school sucked. Sucks. The teachers were mostly asses and everyone Ed knew here were also basically asses.

There was Roy Mustang with his jack-ass of a personality. Thinks he’s so mighty. He picks on poor Edward’s height- calling him short, little, small, the whatnot. Maes Hughes. He’s not really an ass but he is way to obsessed with showing pictures of his little girl. Maes was a Senior and a husband-to-be, but he wasn’t like the other retarded teens who got pregnant in high school. He was smart, responsible, and actually planned on having a child when he was a senior. Maes is just… weird. Jean Havoc… …Well, he was just an annoying little bastard who always got his girlfriends stolen by Mustang… and he smoked.

Edward opened his locker after entering his combination into his lock. He shoved the loads of paper into his locker with a growl.

There was also this one kid who loved to pick on Edward. He was a Junior, Ed being a sophmore. He always dressed weird and creeped a lot of people out. Seriously, who wears amethyst colored contacts for no reason and dyes their hair a dark green color? Let alone that, wears their hairstyle like a-- like a palm tree or whatnot. Envy. Envy was his name. Though he did creep people out, even teachers, a lot of the students found him wondrously sexy, beautiful, hott, some say even feminine, though the last one annoyed him a bit, meaning Envy. Envy hated basically everyone in the school, even his little brother, Wrath.

Who could hate their little brother?

Ed pulled out his history book.

History… He could stand that class. The history book was thick, big, and heavy.

He then quickly snatched a pen from the top shelf platform thing in his locker and stuck it in his mouth. He kneeled down and grabbed a green  note book from the very bottom of his locker. He put it over his history book and stood up. He closed his locker with a light slam with his black and red boots.

The black pen still in his mouth as he hurried down the hall way, through the people. Damn! Why must people stop directly in the middle of the hallway to freakin’ chat! Stupid security guards are retarded and don’t do crap. …Why is it always history that I am late for? Ed questioned in his thoughts.

No later than a minute, the bell rang, signaling class had started. Another minute passed and Edward rushed into the history classroom with a bit of a pant.

“Ah… Elric, no surprise as to see you late. Please take your seat,” the history teacher stated, standing at his wooden podium which was in front of the class. The teacher didn’t even look up at Edward. He was bald at the top of his head, white hair rimmed around his head. His eyes a dull blue as he stared down at a history book, flipping through the pages. “I won’t mark you tardy this time, Edward. Be glad you are lucky that I am in a good mood.” He gave a soft warm smile to Edward. His voice was old, dry, slow and soft. He had to be between his 60’s and 80’s at least.
Ed gave a nod and quietly walked over to his desk. He set his books down then took a seat on the high black-seated stool. He let out a breath of relief. Mr. Kimone was quite nice. Ed questioned if his kindness was because he was old and didn’t really care anymore, or if he truly was kind... Or maybe both.

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A half an hour into the class and Ed was almost dying to fall asleep. His arms crossed on his desk, his eyes half-lidded. He closed his tired-filled eyes and gave a yawn. It was a fight to re-open his those golden orbs. He stared forward at the projector giving off pictures of ancient animals and whatnot. Ed rubbed his eyes and shook his head a bit.

Sometimes he wished his brother was in the same class as him but his little brother was a freshmen and was more likely already in the advanced classes. But his brother also went to a different school…

Well, Edward wished he’d at least had this class with one of his friends.

Just then, a paper airplane zimmed through the air and poked Edward on his cheek. Once it was stopped, it fluttered and plopped down onto Ed’s desk.

“Ow…” Ed muttered with a slight whine, rubbing his cheek. “Neh…?” He looked down at the airplane.  …The hell?

The plan, written on its wings, it read, “OPEN ME”.

Ed gave a slight eye-roll but did so. He opened up the paper airplane and read what writing was inside.

The airplane simply stated one question:

Are you tired… shorty?

Edward’s head sank low for a minute, his eyes closed tightly. He twitched, his hands gripped tight on the sides of the paper, crumbling them slightly. He growled menacingly. “WHAT THE HELL?!” he bursted out, tearing the paper into million pieces of shredded paper. His face read from anger.

“Edward!” called Mr. Kimone, lifting his head quickly from his book. “I can tolerate your lateness but your language will have to straighten up! What is with your sudden outburst?”

Ed blinked a few times, his rage subsiding. His face now slightly red from embarrassment. The shredded pieces of papers were scattered upon his desk. A few had fallen to the white floor. Ed looked at Mr. Kimone and gulped, “U-um…”

“I’m sorry Edward, but I am going to have to ask you to leave the room,” Mr. Kimone said, though his voice sounded so kind when saying it. Strange.

Snickers were heard through out the class.

Ed stood up with a huff, grabbed his glasses case and slightly stomped out of the room, closing the door behind him.

He leaned up against the wall. He opened and closed his glasses case; the outside black, inside a dark red. Black, red, black, red, black, red, black. The pattern continued. Ed sighed, put his head to the wall and slowly slid down the wall and now sat on the floor. He crossed his legs in Indian style, his glasses case in his lap. He stared up at the ceiling.

History was his last class of the day. It was the middle of the school year, November. It was already freezing cold outside. Lunch recess was always delayed because of how cold it was.

Edward sighed once more. He opened his glasses case and took out his glasses. closed the case, unfolded his glasses, and put them on. He pushed them up a bit and looked back at the ceiling. He set the case aside, against the wall. His mind was blank… He was too tired to think. It was Thursda; Edward couldn’t wait till Friday came. Ah, the weekend. What heaven that was. Short, but still heaven…

Short.

Short. Short. Short.

Edward growled. “Stupid paper airplane thingy… I’m not short, dammit…” I’ll kill whomever threw that damned origami crap at my head! Ed growled silently to himself.

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The bell rang, signaling that class was over, that the school day over. Ed just stayed against the wall, knees bunched to his chest so they wouldn’t get stepped on as the students poured out of the classroom and spreaded out like ants from their ant-hills. Tch… idiots.

Ed grabbed his glasses case and stood up, removing the glass specks. Opening his case, he put his glasses inside carefully and snapped the case closed. Eyes closed, he sighed and ran his hand though his loose, soft bangs. He felt someone grab his wrist. His eyes shot open, “Eh…?”

“Hey there, Pipsqueak.” He grinned.

Ed glared.=, “Let go of me. I don’t have time to play your charades. I already have enough annoyance to work on. I don’t need you butting in.” His voice was like a rattle snake's rattle: A warning. He ripped his wrist from the still-grinning boy's hand and began to walk through the crowd and towards his locker… Which was all the way on the other side of the building. Dammit...

“C’mon, Pipsqueak. Why so grumpy? Ms. What’s-her-face give you more shit?” Envy asked, hands shoved into the pockets of his tight black, quite girly looking jeans.

Edward death glared forward, “Quit calling me Pipsqueak you living palm-tree bastard.” His fists clenched and swaved at his sides. “And yes… Wait, Envy, isn’t your last class up stairs?” Ed asked, stopping, looking at the amethyst eyes of Envy’s.

“Was. I switched to history class. Your history class, as a matter of fact.” He grinned. He had also stopped walking, facing Edward.

“…” Ed was silent for a brief moment. “YOU’RE THE ONE WHO THREW THAT  DAMNED AIRPLANE THING?!”

Envy put his right hand over his right hear and waved his left hand at Ed. “Sheesh, you sure are loud, shorty. Keep it down. It was just some folded up piece of paper and you are acting like a threw a grenade up your ass.”

Ed had a bit of red across his face. Probably from anger. He huffed out a breath and stomped off towards his locker. Envy following.

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By the time Ed had reached his locker, almost all of the students had left the building. Most of the teachers even left. Once Ed had opened his locker, he realized something…

He left his books back in his history class.

“Dammit!” he growled out, slamming his locker shut.

Envy chuckled. He had known from the start, when they were leaving the door, Ed had forgotten his books.

“Dammit, Envy. Go home!” Ed hissed as he stomped passed Envy.

“Ah-ah-ah!” Envy tuned around, grabbing onto Ed’s left wrist. He twirled Ed around and pulled him towards his own body, them slamming together. His right hand on Ed’s left wrist, his left arm around Ed’s waist.

“Geh! Envy! Let go! I don’t have time for this! For one, I have assignment crap that’s due tomorrow and I have to study in history! Envy!” Ed grabbed onto Envy’s wrist and tried to get him to let go of his own wrist.

“I’m much stronger than you. Not only are you short, but you’re just so-o-o-o weak, dear Ed.” Envy chuckled again, giving a seductive grin now.

“DON’T CALL ME SHORT, DAMMIT! And I’m not weak! I’m just freakin’ tired and irritated and LETGOOFMERIGHTNOWDAMMIT!” Edward rushed out all in one breath.

“Damn, you’re so cute when your heated with anger. I want to make you heated with somethin’ else though, shorty…” Envy got really close to Ed’s face.

“W-What…?” Ed gulped. His face flushed with mad red.

In a matter of seconds, Envy twirled Ed around and pushed him into the lockers. He now had his hands clenched onto Edward’s arms, pinning them to the locker, having his chest pushing down Ed's.

Ed winced at the sudden slam on his back. “Eh! Envy! Quit it! I have to--” The blond was cut off by Envy slamming his lips onto his own. His eyes widened and his face flushed even more. HFJDASFHA!!! were Ed's thought on the matter. Interesting. Ed closed his eyes extremely tightly.

Envy snugged his leg in between Ed’s, then pushed up and forward a bit. Inside he was grinning like a mad man.

“Mmmmnn!!” Edward let out a moan into Envy‘s mouth, feeling the pressure applied to a certain area of his.

“Ahem… Am I… interrupting something?” came a familiar, in Ed’s words, stupidly-dumb voice.

Ed’s eyes shot open.

Envy quickly pulled away, giving out a huff. He didn’t move position though. He looked over to his left, “Mustang.”

Ed huffed out a few breaths, his face still flushed. He let his head hang a bit, his bangs covering his eyes. Humiliation! Total humiliation!

“Envy… You do know it’s illegal to rape people, right?” Mustang questioned sharply, his arms crossed behind his back as his cold black eyes slightly gave a glare to Envy.

“I do know that, Mr. Pony-boy, but I’m not raping anyone. Edward has his clothes on.” Envy grinned.

Ed growled and gave a slight glare up to the green-haired teen pinning him to the lockers still. Bastard…s! Ed slightly began to struggle, trying to free himself.