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Fullmetal Alchemist › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
31
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10,481
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211
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First Day
Chapter 2; First Day
Ed would never have thought he would pull to a stop again in front on the restaurant he visited on his first day in Central. Well sure he would have to refill if he was planning on visiting his home in Risembool once in a while. That or to get another of Breda’s cheeseburgers. But he would never have thought he would be working in a restaurant slash gas station slash car workshop.
He pulled out the seat he had taken yesterday and waited for someone familiar to walk over. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. That morning he hadn’t even remembered why he needed to wake up early on a Friday until he remembered having been employed. His first ’real’ job. Not really knowing what to expect he had chosen to wear hi usual clothes; black leather pant and a t-shirt he bought when his favourite band had a concert in his home-town.
”So you didn’t have somewhere else to be after all,” a voice said from behind him. Riza came to the bar desk with a tray filled with empty plates left by those who came there for breakfast. ”You hungry? No? Well then I’ll take you o the back where all the real action is.”
Riza motioned him to follow her to the other side of the bar desk. They passed through a door and walked into a storage room filled with boxes and crates. Ed guessed it was where they stored the liquor. Taking a second look he noticed a desk cluttered with magazines and papers.
”I know it looks like a hell hole. It’s the Colonel’s office, but he is not the kind that cleans up after him.” Riza said although Ed was not really that surprised. Truthfully it didn’t look much different from his old room back home.
On the other side of the wide room was a large sliding door behind which Riza revealed a large garage filled with cars and motorcycles.
Ed could smell the oil on the concrete floor, hear the roar of a huge motor.
”Wow,” he finally said in awe. ”Who would have thought a garage and restaurant could be under the same roof?”
Riza smiled at the young man’s shining eyes and put her hand on his shoulder to lead him inside. ”Why don’t I introduce you to the guys who work here and show you how things are done here? There isn’t much to learn, that is if you know what you are doing.”
”And of course, they don’t.” Ed turned to see Roy Mustang with his arms crossed like usual. Roy turned to Riza. ”Breda can cook but I don’t think he will look as good in a mini-skirt and top when taking orders.” He teased and Riza rolled her eyes on his sexist joke. She wished Ed good luck on his first day and lightly slapping Roy’s shoulder before walking back to the restaurant. Ed just hoped she would stop acting like his mom. It was embarrassing! And this guy in front of him seemed to search for anything to use against him. The bastard already had a smirk on his face. Suddenly the older man just turned the other way, expecting Ed to follow. Ed had no choice and put his irate to good use by coming up with cleaver remarks, knowing he need them later.
”Those,” Roy pointed at what looked like fire extinguishers only smaller, ”are extra canisters of NOS. Don’t touch them or go near them. Don't even look at them. As a matter of fact, don’t even breathe the same air surrounding them. And don’t--"
”I think I got the point Mr. Overprotective,” Ed said sarcastically. ”You are talking to a mechanic, and I can look after myself well enough not to have anything blow up in my face.”
”And that would be such a loss were it to happen.” Ed wasn’t sure what the older man meant but he didn’t like it. Roy had shown him around the garage, telling him what to do and not to do in his play-ground. ”Let’s see if you are any good. Go to her,” Roy said pointing past a man working on a pink race car to a woman with long wavy hair. ”That’s Jenny. She’ll tell you what ride to work on.”
Before Ed could ask anything else Roy had already walked away and left him by himself. Ed walked up to the girl and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and eyed Ed with a frown.
”How did you get lost in here, kid?”
”Who are you calling a kid?” Ed snapped. ”I happen to be working here!”
The girl looked him over again and looked even more displeased with him.
”So you are the new guy Roy was talking about? Hmph. Since when did Roy start employing under-aged punks?”
”Who are you calling a punk you blond bimbo?” Ed responded and she sneered at him. Placing her hands on her hips she jerked her head to a purple motorcycle.
”That bike needs a new motor and I few wires suffered form some acid. Use the tools left next to it. Don’t fuck this up, kid.” She brushed past him, making sure to make shoulder contact. ”And be sure to stay out of my way. But that shouldn’t be too hard for you.”
”Who are you calling so short you can walk right over him?!” By the time he had calmed down, Jenny had already left through the garage door. ”Why that--!”
”Easy there Boss,” said a guy with a cigarette between his lips. ”Don’t take her too seriously. Jenny thinks she owns the place since she is a regular.” He reached out his hand. ”Jean Havoc. Jenny’s my baby sister.” Ed took his hand and presented himself. ”Well then Ed, are you going to race tonight? Couldn’t help but notice that fine ride you have outside. With that one on the street things might get more interesting.”
Ed wasn’t shocked to hear there was street racing in Central since it was common in Risembool as well, only on a smaller scale than in the big city. ’So that’s what Mustang was talking about yesterday,’ Ed thought. It was on short notice but it didn’t tale long for Ed to make a decision.
”Yeah, I’ll race. Just tell me where.”
He couldn’t wait for his first street race in Central.
Ed would never have thought he would pull to a stop again in front on the restaurant he visited on his first day in Central. Well sure he would have to refill if he was planning on visiting his home in Risembool once in a while. That or to get another of Breda’s cheeseburgers. But he would never have thought he would be working in a restaurant slash gas station slash car workshop.
He pulled out the seat he had taken yesterday and waited for someone familiar to walk over. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. That morning he hadn’t even remembered why he needed to wake up early on a Friday until he remembered having been employed. His first ’real’ job. Not really knowing what to expect he had chosen to wear hi usual clothes; black leather pant and a t-shirt he bought when his favourite band had a concert in his home-town.
”So you didn’t have somewhere else to be after all,” a voice said from behind him. Riza came to the bar desk with a tray filled with empty plates left by those who came there for breakfast. ”You hungry? No? Well then I’ll take you o the back where all the real action is.”
Riza motioned him to follow her to the other side of the bar desk. They passed through a door and walked into a storage room filled with boxes and crates. Ed guessed it was where they stored the liquor. Taking a second look he noticed a desk cluttered with magazines and papers.
”I know it looks like a hell hole. It’s the Colonel’s office, but he is not the kind that cleans up after him.” Riza said although Ed was not really that surprised. Truthfully it didn’t look much different from his old room back home.
On the other side of the wide room was a large sliding door behind which Riza revealed a large garage filled with cars and motorcycles.
Ed could smell the oil on the concrete floor, hear the roar of a huge motor.
”Wow,” he finally said in awe. ”Who would have thought a garage and restaurant could be under the same roof?”
Riza smiled at the young man’s shining eyes and put her hand on his shoulder to lead him inside. ”Why don’t I introduce you to the guys who work here and show you how things are done here? There isn’t much to learn, that is if you know what you are doing.”
”And of course, they don’t.” Ed turned to see Roy Mustang with his arms crossed like usual. Roy turned to Riza. ”Breda can cook but I don’t think he will look as good in a mini-skirt and top when taking orders.” He teased and Riza rolled her eyes on his sexist joke. She wished Ed good luck on his first day and lightly slapping Roy’s shoulder before walking back to the restaurant. Ed just hoped she would stop acting like his mom. It was embarrassing! And this guy in front of him seemed to search for anything to use against him. The bastard already had a smirk on his face. Suddenly the older man just turned the other way, expecting Ed to follow. Ed had no choice and put his irate to good use by coming up with cleaver remarks, knowing he need them later.
”Those,” Roy pointed at what looked like fire extinguishers only smaller, ”are extra canisters of NOS. Don’t touch them or go near them. Don't even look at them. As a matter of fact, don’t even breathe the same air surrounding them. And don’t--"
”I think I got the point Mr. Overprotective,” Ed said sarcastically. ”You are talking to a mechanic, and I can look after myself well enough not to have anything blow up in my face.”
”And that would be such a loss were it to happen.” Ed wasn’t sure what the older man meant but he didn’t like it. Roy had shown him around the garage, telling him what to do and not to do in his play-ground. ”Let’s see if you are any good. Go to her,” Roy said pointing past a man working on a pink race car to a woman with long wavy hair. ”That’s Jenny. She’ll tell you what ride to work on.”
Before Ed could ask anything else Roy had already walked away and left him by himself. Ed walked up to the girl and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and eyed Ed with a frown.
”How did you get lost in here, kid?”
”Who are you calling a kid?” Ed snapped. ”I happen to be working here!”
The girl looked him over again and looked even more displeased with him.
”So you are the new guy Roy was talking about? Hmph. Since when did Roy start employing under-aged punks?”
”Who are you calling a punk you blond bimbo?” Ed responded and she sneered at him. Placing her hands on her hips she jerked her head to a purple motorcycle.
”That bike needs a new motor and I few wires suffered form some acid. Use the tools left next to it. Don’t fuck this up, kid.” She brushed past him, making sure to make shoulder contact. ”And be sure to stay out of my way. But that shouldn’t be too hard for you.”
”Who are you calling so short you can walk right over him?!” By the time he had calmed down, Jenny had already left through the garage door. ”Why that--!”
”Easy there Boss,” said a guy with a cigarette between his lips. ”Don’t take her too seriously. Jenny thinks she owns the place since she is a regular.” He reached out his hand. ”Jean Havoc. Jenny’s my baby sister.” Ed took his hand and presented himself. ”Well then Ed, are you going to race tonight? Couldn’t help but notice that fine ride you have outside. With that one on the street things might get more interesting.”
Ed wasn’t shocked to hear there was street racing in Central since it was common in Risembool as well, only on a smaller scale than in the big city. ’So that’s what Mustang was talking about yesterday,’ Ed thought. It was on short notice but it didn’t tale long for Ed to make a decision.
”Yeah, I’ll race. Just tell me where.”
He couldn’t wait for his first street race in Central.