So, it's me again, starting another fan fiction when I have a few others I could be finishing…oh well. I'm such the procrastinator. Anyway, incase you haven't figured it out yet this is an AU fic that puts (most of) our beloved FMA characters in a present day high school. I love the idea of EdRoy in a present day high school, I'm not sure why though. Obviously going to be out of character due to modern times.

This first chapter is going to be a lot of back story.

As always, I own nothing. This fan fic is for enjoyment purposes only.

Ed's point of view is default unless I say otherwise.

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I truly hate being a sophomore. Today is the beginning of the second nine weeks. I've only been a tenth grader for nine weeks and I'm ready for it to end. I go to Arakawa High School. The founder was Japanese orientated. It's a pretty crappy school; rather small just about 600 kids in grades 8-12. Nothing against the Japanese though.

I moaned and pulled my pillow over my eyes, blocking out the brightness coming through the blinds. 6:45 a.m. Mornings aren't exactly my thing.

My alarm went off again, suddenly. I yelped, being jostled slightly, falling off the bed taking most of the sheets and blankets with me. I hit snooze, instead of off, by mistake. Damn it.

Unwrapping myself from the covers, I stood up throwing them back onto my bed, not bothering to make it today. Signing I walked over to the door and sung it open, only to find my fully dressed little brother standing there, fist raised to knock.

Alphonse grinned, "Oh, hey Brother, I was just going to see if you were up yet. Remember what our principal said about being late again?"

I scowled, walking past him, "Yeah, yeah, I know. If you're so worried about me being late then why don't you stop talking to me and let me get ready?"

Al grinned sheepishly, "Oh, yeah, of course, Brother. I have breakfast on the table when you're ready." I watched as Al walked downstairs until I couldn't see him anymore. Al was a year younger than me but most of the time acted as the older brother. I'm supposed so take care of him but it seems the other way around.

Our mother died of cancer when I was 10 and our father was never really here to begin with, until I was 16 we lived with a family friend; the Rockbells'. They've lived down the street from us since Al and I were babies. The parents of the daughter that lived in the house were killed in a drive-by shooting when she was 8. That daughter's name is Winry and since her parents were killed, her grandmother moved in to take care of her. She took care of us too.

When my mother died, we got to keep the house but, in this state we couldn't live alone till I was 16 when I could own the house; that is an acceptation to the rule, I should really be 18 to own this house legally.

So Al and I live, alone, in this two story house on Fullmetal Street. It's not so bad. I have a part time job and the state gives a check every month for food and other necessities. I'm so glad I have Al though; I couldn't do this by myself.

Sighing again I turned to the bathroom and grabbed for the toothpaste and my toothbrush. After brushing quickly, I snatched my wooden-handled brush and ran it though my long blonde. Apparently, girls fawned over it behind my back; some saying it was hot and bad-ass. The others said it was girly, and then other girls cry because it's prettier than their own heat-damaged hair. I liked my hair, personally.

After I was satisfied with my hair I separated it into three stands and braided it down my back, securing it tightly with a red elastic tie. Walking back to my room I started pulling off my shirt when the cloth got caught in the hinges of my arm.

Due to an accident involving an eleven year old me and a bush trimmer (A/N: Chainsaw, basically), I lost my right arm and left leg. Luckily Winry's grandmother, who specialized in auto-mechanical engineering, hooked me up with a new technology called automail. Automail is a machine that works as your lost limb. It's connected to your nerves so it works just as your old limb used to. It was painful as hell but well worth it. I can run, jump, play sports, and do just about anything I want to. It's like I never lost any limbs, except for the fact I have no feeling in them. They only have automail for arms and legs, so far. Lucky me.

Finally getting my shirt loose from the hinge, I pulled it over my head and grabbed for my fresh, black long sleeved shirt, pulling the new shirt over my head as well. Even though I've had my automail for a few years now, I still was a bit self-conscious about showing it.

Grabbing my dark-wash jeans from a coat hanger in my closet, I yanked them on quickly after glancing at the clock realizing it was already 7:15. I yanked open my sock drawer grabbing to socks, not bothering to look if they matched. Then I hastily slipped on my red and black Nike Shox. The Shox gave an extra inch or two to my height since I was…not as tall…as most of the guys my age. Not that I'll admit to that. I grabbed my books and my keys off the floor beside my bed and rushed downstairs to eat.

"Brother, I told you to get ready quicker in the mornings and you wouldn't have to rush breakfast. It's the most important meal of the day and you should enjoy it." Al gave me a look of distaste.

"Al, you know that never works. No matter how early I wake up or how fast I braid my hair; I'm doomed to rush breakfast." I grinned briefly as I set my things down next to my plate of bacon and scrambled eggs. Al was an amazing cook.

I picked up my fork and shoveled the perfectly cooked eggs into my mouth, taking a bite of bacon in between bites of eggs. Al shook his head and set a glass of orange juice beside my plate and I gratefully chugged down the liquid.

Al took his place in front of me, smirking.

"You know Al; you aren't the maid around here…" I felt my face frown as I looked at his glass of…milk. "Gross, Al. I can't believe you're drinking that…stuff."

Al's smirk grew more pronounced as he said, "Well, Brother, what can I say, I don't want to be short."

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT HE COULDN'T EVEN RIDE A FLEA?!"

"Brother, I didn't say anything remotely close to that…"

I grumbled, "Whatever," I grabbed my books and keys off the table, ignoring my brother's laugh.

"Oh, come on Ed, you know I didn't mean it!" Al said, trying to make amends.

"Uh-huh, lets go Al; in the truck."

To get to and from placed Al and I wanted to go I had used some of our money to buy a used truck. It was a small, simple crew cab that fit about 4 people. It was a deep red color; that's the reason I picked it in the first place. That and it gets decent mileage.

We both hopped in and slammed the doors in unison. I jammed the key into the ignition and slammed it into gear. I pealed out of our drive way, going over the speed limit in our still mostly sleeping neighborhood.

I pulled into the school parking lot at 7:50 a.m. I parked my truck in my assigned parking space and jumped out telling Al to have a good day. Even though we only were one grade apart, I didn't see him during school hours. I had no classes with him and he was still in junior lunch (grades 8 and 9) while I was in senior lunch (grades 10-12).

I rushed to my class, since school started at 7:55 a.m. every morning. I was almost to my class and glanced at a clock they had in the hallway. I still had two minutes till the tardy bell. I was going to be on time today!

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

…Or not. It's only 7:53! Well, so much for getting here on time today. I opened the door, frowning.

"Well, nice of you to join us, Mr. Elric. You're late…again, no surprise." Mr. Hughes smiled. His green eyes reflected the tone of his voice; humor.

"Hey, I still have 30 seconds till I'm technically tardy!" I pointed furiously at the clock.

Mr. Hughes laughed, "Whatever, Edward, you know I never turn in your tardies."

Some of the people in the class snickered and laughed at my outburst. Mr. Hughes was by far my favorite teacher; he taught History.

I grinned gratefully, "Thanks, I really appreciate that. I owe you one."

"I know, Ed, now, have a seat. Now, class, lets begin our lecture on the great past time of our country." He pushed up his rectangle glasses and sat on his large metal desk, with his teacher's copy of our text book in hand.

I took my seat and pulled out my history book and opened to the page number written on the board as he started his lecture. I put my feet on the metal wiring on the bottom of the chair and leaned back, ready to listen.

I always love his lectures, they kept me interested, and so I made a good grade in this class. So 45 minutes, 2 worksheets, and a short lecture about 4 pictures of his daughter later, I heard the next bell ring out and I jumped up out of my seat with my books and things in hand, rushing out of the classroom.

My next class was just around the corner but I wasn't rushing to it. I had 10 minutes between the end of first period and my next class for something we call "second breakfast." It's for people who didn't eat at home or the small breakfast in the cafeteria served before school. It's usually a muffin, a honey bun, or something else small like a pop-tart. I obviously didn't stop to get it.

I rushed around the corner and down the hall to my locker. I quickly snatched the combination lock in my hand and flawlessly twisted in my combination, the lock clicking open. I pulled it out from between the hole in the locker knob as I slid the flat knob up and pulled my locker door open. I shoved my history book inside and grabbed my biology book, putting it under my arm, slamming the locker shut again. I clicked the lock in place again and swirled the numbers around.

I walked a few feet and stopped and waited in front of the girl's bathroom, waiting impatiently for Winry. She always touched up her make-up after every class, even though she didn't wear much at all.

I know some people thought I like Winry. Don't get me wrong, Winry was a pretty girl, but I was interested in someone else. Not to mention I know Al has a small crush on Winry, anyway.

"Edward! It's good to see you! How was your weekend?" Winry walked out of the bathroom, her face freshly powdered. Her light blonde hair bobbed in its long pony tail as she practically bounced over to me.

"Fine; boring." I sighed. I shoved my free hand into the pocket of my jeans, playing with the keys that were being held there.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, but Al and I had a great time at the movies, Saturday." She gushed; as we walked slowly back down the hall, about the special effects and the heart breaking moment when the hero's lover died. Al was so excited about the "non-date." I grinned remembering how he asked me how he looked about 10 times. He denied that he had a crush on her…still.

"Anyway," she finished gushing and moved on to a new subject, "how's Granny's automail holding up so far? How's the new adjustment working for you?"

I took my flash hand out of my jean pocket and switched the text book to it, stretching out my metal arm, flexing the artificial joints. "Great; nothing's wrong with it what so ever." I grinned and Winry copied my expression.

"Good, Granny will be glad to hear. She worked especially hard on that arm for you. How's the leg?" she moved her blue eyes downward, looking at my leg.

"It's doing awesome; I'm positive it's the right measurements this time, I don't have a wobble." I laughed lightly. Last time I got an adjustment, Granny had made it a bit to short to match my other leg.

"Great. Are you and Al coming over for dinner tonight? I'm sure Granny misses your outburst about milk." He smirked slightly, trying to conceal it.

I glared slightly, "Yeah, I'm sure Al would love that. I could go for some of Granny's rolls any day." I smiled again.

Winry smiled; happy I didn't take to much offense. I was about to start talking again when he rounded the corner next to my class room. He was walking with a dark brunette with brown eyes and a pretty smile. He had his arm around her, laughing lightly.

I watched them walk, feeling Winry's gaze on me. She knew what he was to me; so did Al and Granny. It surprised them at first but they didn't judge me for it and I was gladly accepted. I thought girls were pretty but I didn't like them that way. I've never saw any girl that way. I did, however, see guys that way. I was attracted to men. It even surprised me when I caught myself staring at a guy, wondering what his lips would feel like against mine. It even scared me at first. Eventually, I realized it was just who I was and I could change the fact that I liked boys. I haven't dated a boy since I realized this or a girl, ever, for that matter. I was crushing hard, though.

I knew Winry saw him too and gave me a slightly sad look.

"Winry...Is it messed up that I'm dying to be her?" I whispered, ever so slightly nodding my head toward him and his arm candy.

"No, Ed, of course not. I mean, you like who you like; you can't help that. You also can't help the fact that Roy Mustang is taken."

It kind of stung a bit to hear his name. I had first seen Roy on my second day as a freshman; he was a junior. He was walking down the sidewalk, walking with confidence, on his way to the cafeteria and I was walking back from junior lunch. He wore a royal blue hoodie with some name brand on the front and a pair of medium-wash jeans that fit him perfectly. His ebony hair dangled loosely in his midnight blue eyes. His dark hair and eyes contrasted with his light creamy skin.

I mouth, I know it did, hung wide open. He glanced at me for a split second and then strode on down the sidewalk, without a word. From then on, I knew I was in love with him. I didn't know his name at the time but I found out a few weeks later when one of his buddies, called out his name in the hall.

I loved Roy Mustang. Roy Mustang loved the ladies though.

Winry signed at my expression which I'm sure was a cross between hurt and disappointment. As we passed him, I looked down, and I felt Winry's hand on my shoulder. I didn't bother to look back after he passed, afraid he'd actually be looking back at me. Winry walked into the biology table with me and sat down for she has this class with me.

I put on a brave face, blocking out all the feelings I had coursing through me. Our teacher, Ms. Hawkeye, started class as soon as the bell rang. We got through the first 30 minutes of class quickly, then a knock sounded at the door.

"Mr. Elric. Please open the door for our guest." Ms. Hawkeye said, not turning from the board from which she was writing on.

---Knock, Knock.

Who's there?

Your own personal hell.

Your own personal hell who…what?---

At the door was none other than Roy Mustang.

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Haha, you guys KNEW I was going to end it like that! Hehe.

Anyways, I hope you review and tell me what you think!

Thanks so much for reading!

Lynn