MuseBunny attacked me while I did the dishes. Rare enough of an occurrence that I just had to write it down. Enjoy! :) Now I need to get rid of this insomnia. And start job searching again. *sigh*

Title: In Trouble
Rating: G
Summary: A six year old Edward has just landed in big trouble at school. Why?
Genre: Gen. Traces of angst.
A/N:Rather a strange style. I was trying something a little more... experimental... I guess. Plus I wanted it to sound like it came from a child's point of view. Or like a children's book. So the bad grammar is deliberate. Or something. Yeah, that's it.



In Trouble



Edward Elric had punched someone for the first time when he was six.

"It wasn't my fault!" he had insisted shrilly to everyone. He then refused to let anyone near him for an hour, simply sulking in the far corners of the schoolyard.

His mother had been called in to the tiny one-room schoolhouse that served the town of Riesensburg and after anxiously conferring with Edward's teacher, had asked her oldest child why he had did it, a strange expression on her normally calm face.

Edward had pouted, stuck out his lower lip, and refused to answer. Even after his little brother, Alphonse, had made wobbly eyes at him and Mother had given him one of her long sad looks. Both of those things usually worked quite well.

Alphonse did not know why his brother had done it, he explained to everyone who would listen in a slightly panicked voice. He did not like punching after all. Or even fighting in general. Brother had been talking to those boys (who did have mean faces) and then they had said something. Something Al did not hear all that well.

Then Brother punched one of them.

In the end, Trisha Elric had collected both her sons and simply took them home. Despite the fact school didn't end for another whole two hours. She had made upset sighing sounds throughout dinner, Alphonse whimpered, and Edward refused to look at either of them. He did not sleep well at all that night. Most of it was spent tossing and turning. He still felt angry, and hurt...

Betrayed.

Where is your father, anyways?!

Is it true that he didn't even marry your Mother? You know what that makes you both, right...?

I bet he left because he hated you guys.

Bastards. Bastards!

The young blond scowled and snuggled against Alphonse, who thankfully tended to sleep much like a rock. As Ed drifted off to sleep, he murmured into his brother's shoulder and finally shut his eyes.

"We don't need him anyways! It's fine with just me, you, and her..."

It was. Really really.