Love-The Impossible Science- Ch. 9
Love The Impossible Science- Ch. 9
FanFic Title: Love-The Impossible Science (Ch.9- Book Bound Smile)
Author: kimba147
Pairing: Roy/Ed (There may be various straight/gay pairings later on)
Genre: Romance/AU
Rating: NC-17 (for later chapters/over all story. In the beginning, it's more like PG-13-ish.)
Thank you to my beta, Mulle!
Warnings: The usual warnings for this kind of stuff. Losta yaoi, angst, over-zealous use of the 'f'' word, annoying female characters and evil villans my ensue.
Previous Chapters: www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml
Summary: Edward Elric has joined a gang and given up his life, childhood, and innocence for his family. Roy Mustang must submit to the image placed upon him. If they want to be together, they will have to over come not only their own weaknesses, but the chains that bind them.
Finally. The beataed version. This is the begining of something like friendliness between Roy and Ed...I love Havoc. XD
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Book Bound Smile
On the one hand, I couldn't believe how pissed I was. On the other hand, I just couldn't stop myself from laughing hysterically.
~0x0~
Since I hadn't had anything better to do, early this morning I had burst into the principal's office and shoved some meaningless requisition forms under the old man's nose, just because I could. Being Roy Mustang did have its benefits after all.
All in all, it had been a fine day. I had a new girlfriend for two whole hours. She lasted until the point at which she began this annoying twitching while we hugged…if that happened from a single embrace, I didn't want to know what a kiss would do to the poor sap. I mean, I understand that merely being in my presence is enough to bring most mortals to their knees, but she didn't even have the decency to compose herself, and go into euphoria induced seizures later.
After that, I scared the crap out of the men's choir when I came in to find Fury…I never knew male voices could climb that many octaves that fast.
Everything had been going great until I felt a familiar (but no less intimidating) shaking beneath my feet.
He was running. How many times did I have to tell him not to do that?
I turned around to see exactly what I had known would be there. 350 lbs of pure, nearly bald muscle charging at me with the gusto of a train coming off its track. I managed to keep myself from flinching as my pro-wrestling worthy friend skidded to a halt mere inches from me.
"Armstrong. Back from your vacation, I see."
"Yes sir. The Caribbean is lovely this time of year…"said a burly tenor from somewhere behind a very impressive moustache.
Stress must have driven me into a schizophrenic episode, because I would have sworn that I could see little pink sparkles everywhere…that couldn't be a good sign.
Armstrong, in all his 7 ft tall glory then proceeded to grind my spine into fine powder with a gigantic bear hug and a "Oh, how I have missed our mutual camaraderie!"
Everyone within a 10 mile radius turned to look at the disgustingly mushy scene…not that I cared. I was more concerned with the fact that my lungs just refused to expand under all the pressure.
Once again, Hughes saved me. I heard him cracking up behind us.
'Oh…the last sound I ever hear before dying of asphyxiation will be my best friend's laugh…how utterly unpleasant.'
But, God seemed to have taken a liking to me today. The moment Armstrong heard my other buddy, he dropped me and snapped a salute to my newly dubbed hero extraordinaire.
'Thank you.' I mouthed between gasps, and Maes gave me a wink. "Howdy, Alex. Long time no see." He said.
'Long time, no breaking my back.' I silently replied in time with Armstrong's nod.
"Hey, speaking of 'no see'…have either of you seen Havoc? We were both working on the School Spirit Week plans and he disappeared. I have to get these flyer layouts to him and my next class is in five minutes."
Well, I, being the wonderful and mostly perfect person that I am, decided that it must not be said that Roy Mustang let his dear friend (and apparent life saver) be late to class.
"Don't worry about it Hughes. I'll find him. I've got a free-period next anyway."
'And my back will condemn me to death if I don't repay its savior.'
"Ah! How wonderful it is to have such a marvelous friendship in the spring of youth!" Armstrong bellowed. Like he would know. He was the exact same age as me.
The giant, puppy-like man took the forms from a bemused looking Hughes and handed them to me.
"Fear not, my friend, for I saw Jean just a few minutes ago. He appeared to be heading into the library." Twittered my oversized friend.
"T-Thanks. I'll see you two around then." And with that, I hurried off before Armstrong could give me a good bye hug.
~0x0~
The library in our school was beyond huge. I mean, it had its own wing. Looking for someone in it could easily take 30 minutes. So, in the mean time, I thought I would browse through the selection of fiction. I had a secret weakness for vampire romance novels. I plucked one that I had already read 3 times off the shelf and rounded a corner to the other side of the aisle.
Apparently, God had set me free earlier, only to laugh at me as I died now.
There he was, back against the far wall, the lightning causing him to cast a shadow over the already dark paint. He looked absolutely perfect, standing there, engrossed in his book. He didn't even look up as I entered his territory.
Logically, I knew I should have backed up and just let him be. But the need to be near my book-bound angel and bask in his glow was too great. So, slowly, I walked forward, towards Edward, god of perfection.
I knew the exact moment he realized that he was not alone. His tattoos shifted somehow, and his eyes come into focus. He lifted his head in slow-motion and gazed at me. I could tell that he hadn't forgotten our altercation the other day. He gave me a cool once over.
I was beginning to think that at any moment he would burn me to a crisp with his super-secret heat vision or something, but instead all he said was "Vampires don't sparkle."
Oh, a blow below the belt, eh?
"Excuse me, but Twilight is a highly creative book that gives wonderful insight into the psyche of women." I retorted.
His nose wrinkled and he seemed to bare his teeth at that. "Oh, of course. Even if it is total crap, you can't just read it for the entertainment value. You want to find more ways to pick up chicks." He snarled. Edward snapped his book shut and stormed off.
Well. Obviously someone was having a less than ideal day. But, that had been a little uncalled for. So, being the prideful creature (masochist) that I am, I followed him into the back area that had one or two secluded tables for quiet reading. I rounded the book shelf, getting ready to tell off the obnoxious (totally hot) blonde what for...and ran right into him.
Looking down at him, I saw two interesting things. One, he was beat red. Two, he looked absolutely mortified.
I smiled to myself. 'Finally realized how wrong you were to make fun of Roy Mustang eh, Edwa…what is he staring at?'
I followed his line of sight and figured out what had really caused that look. Havoc was sitting at the far end of one of the tables, half covered in shadow. There was an upside-down book on the table in front of him and his chair was pulled out, so that it was facing us. He hadn't noticed us yet, though. No wonder, since his eyes were closed. And he was panting. And his pants were unzipped, and his arm was moving, and his hand was pumping along his…
'OH GOD, MY EYES!' Screamed my internal grasp on my sanity.
Havoc. Library. Masturbation. What the fuck?
Naturally, I wanted to double up and barf my lungs out. But, I didn't think Edward would appreciate me puking on him, and there were more important things to be done anyway.
One of my men yanking it on the school campus was absolutely not acceptable.
I steeled myself against the nausea and walked around the still horrified blonde and toward my soon-to-be-dead friend.
I walked around the table, behind the disgusting perpetrator. I stood in contemplation for a moment, deciding on my next move. With Havoc, the best way was normally the most direct…so, I gave him a quick tap on the shoulder.
"Motherfuckingjesus!" gasped Havoc as he jumped about five feet in the air.
"Good morning, Jean. Nice weather we're having, huh?" I asked as casually as possible.
He turned his head to look at me, eyes wide and jaw on the floor. Then, he seemed to realize that I (unfortunately) had a clear view or his 'jimmy' and rushed to cover himself.
"S-Sir…I…"
"Hughes wanted me to give these to you." I said, relieving him from the burden of speech.
I plopped the papers I had been carrying down on top of the book that he had been 'reading' (Human anatomy…the guy could seriously get a boner from a biology book!).
"Don't touch them until you have washed your hands." I gave a decisive snort, turned on my heel, and began to walk away.
Edward was still there, with his mouth gaping open. He didn't appear to have the ability to use his motor skills at the moment, so, I did him a favor and grasped his shoulder, turning him as I continued to walk. I gave him a light push and he stumbled forward, around a book shelf.
I was going to follow him, but, I couldn't just leave a criminal unpunished, so, I tossed one last comment over my shoulder:
"You know I have no shame right? So if I ever find you doing that again, I will strip you naked, hang you upside down on the flagpole by your toes and hold a fundraiser event for homeless shelters featuring a public waxing of your balls."
~0x0~
When I finally made it out of the library, Edward was there, leaning against the wall, as he had been when I had seen him earlier. Only, he was slightly green and looked as though he was torn between running for the bathroom and hitting something.
"I'm…sorry that you had to see that. He has been adequately reprimanded."
My yellow-eyed counterpart looked down and mumbled something that I didn't quite catch.
"Pardon?" came my response.
He cleared his throat and lifted his head a little, refusing to meet my eyes.
"I never got to check out my book," he stated meekly.
"Ah. Well, sorry about that." I took a deep breath. "I…I should have just walked around and let you read in peace, rather that goading you." Not quite an apology, but…
He jerked his head up to look at me. He was looking at me. Without hostility. God, it was glorious.
He seemed to think for a moment and a twinkle came to his eye. "Well. That's ok. In return, you will have to let me lecture you about why Twilight goes against every decent vampire precept ever created." He said with a small, mischievous smile.
My heart nearly stopped. That someone as unworthy as myself could make this…this…wonderful boy smile…
Lordy, he was going to have to warn me, before he smiled from now on. Otherwise, I was going to die an early death from a heart attack.
"I think that can be arranged." I returned with a grin.
~0x0~