9This is my very first fanfic, I hope you like it! I wrote this for one of my best friends and roommate CutieBelle26, who asked me to write a story about her and Al. As you may guess, the OC's are based off of me (Ed fangirl), CutieBelle26, and my younger sister. When my sister heard I was writing a fanfic, she wanted in, too. I told her that Al and Ed were already taken, and she chose to be with Havoc. These are NOT our real names LOL. However, most things that happen in my fic are based off of real life events. Let's say that the world of my fic is like a mix between Amestris, and the city I live in. (Although much of the plot is dramatized)
Note: I would not read this if you haven't finished the Fullmetal Alchemist manga, or the Brotherhood anime because there are major spoilers right from the get-go.
Enjoy~
Basketcase
It's been two fast years since Alphonse and Edward Elric defeated the homunculus known as "Father" and Al has since returned to his original body. It had taken a lot of effort on Al's part to recover from the atrophy of his body; his body had been kept in an abyss and was severely malnourished after being there for two years. However, Al had a strong will and it didn't take long for him to overcome those unfortunate circumstances.
After coming to a complete recovery, Al decided that he wanted to spend the rest of his days searching for knowledge. He wanted to know everything. He wanted to learn everything, from philosophy, to science, to literature. Two years later, he found himself at the University of Amestris.
Clarissa opened her eyes wide as dread swept over her.
When did the alarm clock go off? Why hadn't I woken up?
She didn't have time to ponder these thoughts as she launched out of bed and grabbed the nearest pair of acceptable clothes: a pair of clean jeans and her favourite t-shirt. Besides, she already knew the answers to her questions. She was a complete night owl, and 8:30 am classes would be her worst enemy this semester.
"But it's poetry!" Clarissa said aloud and clapped her hands together. She didn't have time to make breakfast, so she popped a piece of gum in her mouth and ran out of the residential apartment.
"Felicia, why didn't you wake me?" Clarissa shouted to her roommate's closed bedroom door as she raced out the front door, clutching her favourite notebook.
Clarissa panted and wheezed as she ran down the street and up the stairs to the building her poetry classroom was located.
"Oh, and on the first day, too!" she cursed. She glanced at one of the four watches on her right arm. "I might just make it...!"
She grabbed the doorknob and turned it, but the door didn't budge.
"What?" she practically screamed and quickly covered her mouth. She twisted and jerked at the knob some more, and passersby stared at her while she violently twisted the doorknob.
"Damn it, door! You're my worst enemy this morning, and I will defeat you!"
She gritted her teeth and growled, and finally the door budged open – taking her by surprise so she fell flat on her face with a loud flump.
"You must be Clarissa O'Gonnor," a man said, peering down at her over his glasses from a podium in front of the classroom. "You're the last one to arrive, I've already taken attendance. Take your seat, oxin."
Clarissa's face reddened. Several people chuckled behind their hands as she passed by. She glanced around the room awkwardly, looking for an empty seat.
Full house she thought. As she passed rows of people, a boy said, "Hey O'Gonnor, you're a goner."
"Ha, ha," Clarissa faked a laugh, "never heard that one before."
Clarissa found an available seat and flopped down in the chair. She set her notebook down on the counter-top table and glanced at the blond-haired boy to her right. He smiled back at her.
"Hi! I'm Alphonse. Nice to meet you."
Why's he so bright and chipper? she wondered to herself, staring into his deep golden eyes.
"Yeah, hi, I'm Clarissa," she said, twirling some hair around her finger, realizing she hadn't brushed her hair. She hadn't even glanced in a mirror; she must look like a train wreck. She wished she'd been able to get Felicia to look over her outfit, because she had the best fashion sense out of anyone she knew.
"Clarissa...that's a pretty name."
"Alphonse is a weird name."
She paused, not meaning to say that aloud. The boy smiled back at her.
"Yeah, I guess it kind of is," he laughed. "Why don't you call me Al instead?"
"Alright, Al. Look, I'm sorry for saying that. Everyone always says that I'm brutally honest, and I guess I am..."
"That's alright," he said. "I appreciate honesty."
Clarissa beamed back at him.
"Alright," the professor began. "My name is Gil Peterson. Please call me Professor Peterson or Dr. Peterson. Why don't we begin with introductions, oxin?"
"O'Gonnor needs no introduction," a voice snickered, and the class laughed. Clarissa wished she knew who'd said it so she could pummel them after class.
"Alright," Professor Peterson said. "I'll state your last name. Please introduce yourself, what program you are enrolled in, and a few things you like, or like to do, oxin."
Boring, boring, very boring, gay Clarissa ticked off as her fellow classmates introduced themselves. Clarissa's first impressions of people were never wrong.
"Elric."
The blonde-haired boy next to her pushed his chair back and stood.
"Yes, Alphonse Elric, here, sir."
Clarissa's jaw dropped.
"Mr. Elric, what program are you taking, oxin?"
"Rocket science, sir."
There was a collective gasp around the classroom.
"Really?" the professor asked, his eyebrows raised. "It's not very often we get a rocket scientist taking poetry. Although, I certainly believe anyone can write poetry...poetry does not discriminate according to program. Tell us a bit about yourself, Mr. Elric. Oxin."
"Well, as you can guess, I love rockets! I have one brother, his name is Ed. He's the only family I've got left. I enjoy good food and travelling. I'm on the search for knowledge, and that includes poetry, too. That's why I'm taking this class."
"Very interesting," Professor Peterson said. "I hope you will try your hardest in this class, oxin."
"Yes, I will, sir!"
Alphonse sat back down in his chair.
Very interesting...