future!fic
Based so strongly on life it's not even funny. I was just reading this story and I really thought about it for a while, then I wrote this during OChem the next day. It kept almost developing a plot, but I dismissed each one and finally came to the conclusion that would detract from it anyway.
Edit: It now has a companion fic/sequel (still lacking a plot, thank god): Easy A
Title: “Worth Fighting For”
Characters: OCs, mentions of Edward, Roy, Hughes, and Riza
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 558
Summary: A hundred-years-ish future, inspired by this story.
Disclaimer: FMA is not mine.
“Not that it’s not pretty, but why do you have a human transmutation circle on our floor?”
“Just working out homework in large print before I have to put it to paper. How do you recognize the array?”
“It looks like the one on your shirtless Edward Elric poster.”
“Hey, I got that at Xerxes back during winter break, in twelfth grade. I swear they were selling them everywhere. And besides, this is completely different; that’s fake, this works.”
“Isn’t that illogical?”
“So’s our coffee machine.”
Sophie put down and started rearranging her book bag, casting occasional glances at the picture of the blond boy with fanciful arrays drawn on his chest in blood, as went the legend.
“In History of Alchemy today,” Eva continued, not stopping working, “we’ve finally gotten to the Ishbal War and Roy Mustang and Maes Hughes and Riza Hawkeye.”
“Not an alchemist, not an alchemist,” her roommate ticked off.
“Particularly now that we’ve gotten to twentieth century, we’re learning about the political situation as it affected alchemy. Come on, we had the Flame Alchemist Minister-President. I’m just not giving you all the gory details of what arrays and mechanisms were invented when.”
“They wrote everything in blood back then because they hadn’t invented markers.”
“They were still using dip pens.”
“How was biochemistry?”
“Suck ass. Why can’t they body use alchemy like everyone else?”
“In psych today, my teacher said that hadn’t we all played house as children? I thought, ‘Eva and I used to play pirate princess zookeeper alchemists from space.’”
* * *
“Sophie, wait up!”
“You’re so slow, Mustang.”
“Aren’t you supposed to protect me from behind, Hughes?”
“I’m not Hughes; I’m Hawkeye. I can snipe things from here.”
“Oh no, a Homunculus!”
Eva snapped, which didn’t even make a satisfying click with the soft material of her gloves between her fingers. Sophie threw twig bullets identical to her thrown knives at roughly the same patch of air as her friend.
“Yeah, we got it. Let’s go find the Philosopher’s Stone in the Palace and rescue the animals from the aliens!”
* * *
“So, how is this homework?”
“It’s not. I just don’t want to do my homework. I’m never going to have to do any of that when I’m an alchemist. Stupid standardized tests made by old people, fifty years out of date. I could just use my diagnostic tattoo if it weren’t a theoretical problem on paper.
“Yesterday, in lab, my lab partner misdrew a Gulch triangle and blew the nitric acid on us. That’s why my hands are yellow, but he had these awful blisters forming and the TA sent him to the emergency room. I just did the fifteen minutes under running water because mine are only first degree.” She put her writing utensil in her mouth to display her hands.
“I should do my Xing homework.” She promptly lay down and went to sleep.
Eva quirked a smile after she pulled the light blue washable marker out of her mouth and set it to the tile floor. Since her roommate was asleep, she wouldn’t have to say more, so she tucked an orange marker in its place. Leaning over, she flipped pages in one of the two textbooks and half-dozen reference books open around the room.
“Stupid compass,” she muttered as it pricked her.
Edit: It now has a companion fic/sequel (still lacking a plot, thank god): Easy A
Title: “Worth Fighting For”
Characters: OCs, mentions of Edward, Roy, Hughes, and Riza
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 558
Summary: A hundred-years-ish future, inspired by this story.
Disclaimer: FMA is not mine.
“Not that it’s not pretty, but why do you have a human transmutation circle on our floor?”
“Just working out homework in large print before I have to put it to paper. How do you recognize the array?”
“It looks like the one on your shirtless Edward Elric poster.”
“Hey, I got that at Xerxes back during winter break, in twelfth grade. I swear they were selling them everywhere. And besides, this is completely different; that’s fake, this works.”
“Isn’t that illogical?”
“So’s our coffee machine.”
Sophie put down and started rearranging her book bag, casting occasional glances at the picture of the blond boy with fanciful arrays drawn on his chest in blood, as went the legend.
“In History of Alchemy today,” Eva continued, not stopping working, “we’ve finally gotten to the Ishbal War and Roy Mustang and Maes Hughes and Riza Hawkeye.”
“Not an alchemist, not an alchemist,” her roommate ticked off.
“Particularly now that we’ve gotten to twentieth century, we’re learning about the political situation as it affected alchemy. Come on, we had the Flame Alchemist Minister-President. I’m just not giving you all the gory details of what arrays and mechanisms were invented when.”
“They wrote everything in blood back then because they hadn’t invented markers.”
“They were still using dip pens.”
“How was biochemistry?”
“Suck ass. Why can’t they body use alchemy like everyone else?”
“In psych today, my teacher said that hadn’t we all played house as children? I thought, ‘Eva and I used to play pirate princess zookeeper alchemists from space.’”
* * *
“Sophie, wait up!”
“You’re so slow, Mustang.”
“Aren’t you supposed to protect me from behind, Hughes?”
“I’m not Hughes; I’m Hawkeye. I can snipe things from here.”
“Oh no, a Homunculus!”
Eva snapped, which didn’t even make a satisfying click with the soft material of her gloves between her fingers. Sophie threw twig bullets identical to her thrown knives at roughly the same patch of air as her friend.
“Yeah, we got it. Let’s go find the Philosopher’s Stone in the Palace and rescue the animals from the aliens!”
* * *
“So, how is this homework?”
“It’s not. I just don’t want to do my homework. I’m never going to have to do any of that when I’m an alchemist. Stupid standardized tests made by old people, fifty years out of date. I could just use my diagnostic tattoo if it weren’t a theoretical problem on paper.
“Yesterday, in lab, my lab partner misdrew a Gulch triangle and blew the nitric acid on us. That’s why my hands are yellow, but he had these awful blisters forming and the TA sent him to the emergency room. I just did the fifteen minutes under running water because mine are only first degree.” She put her writing utensil in her mouth to display her hands.
“I should do my Xing homework.” She promptly lay down and went to sleep.
Eva quirked a smile after she pulled the light blue washable marker out of her mouth and set it to the tile floor. Since her roommate was asleep, she wouldn’t have to say more, so she tucked an orange marker in its place. Leaning over, she flipped pages in one of the two textbooks and half-dozen reference books open around the room.
“Stupid compass,” she muttered as it pricked her.