A.N.: My sick and twisted mind got to musing what would happen if Ed and Envy ever got sent to Catholic school. And this story is what happens when I put the idea into words. I'm not all that good with chapter stories, I need motivation to keep writing, so please, please review and tell me what you think. But, come on, Ed and Envy in school uniforms. :drool: Ehm… anyway, onto the story. And also, it's going to be switching between the two main character's points of view.

PS: The title is German and translated it means "Against God". If you happen to know German and I've utterly butchered the language and it means nothing of the sort, I'm sorry. My meager knowledge for the language comes from music and one of my friends.

Dedication: I dedicate this story to Felicia. May she be turned from the dark side to see the light x3. Love you!

Disclaimer: Even in my wildest fantasies I could never own FMA or any of the characters. And if there really is a Holy Cross Academy for young men, I had no idea and I don't own that either.

((Edward's POV))

Now I lay me down to sleep,

Symbols swirling beneath my eyes, red lines against a black background. Nonsense to my dormant mind, blissfully ignorant of the world surrounding. Haunting music like a lullaby, teasing me with its familiarity and my inability to place where it's been heard before…

Pray the Lord my soul to keep.

A feeling of breathlessness pressing down against my chest, strangling me beneath the lines that lie above my closed eyelids. Gasping for oxygen beneath the tide, a prayer bubbling forth from my lips, half-recalled from so long ago…

If I die before I wake,

The words don't help as I'm pulled down, further from the lines, into a suffocating space. The words never help and the prayers never save. But I must believe, because all I have is my faith. If I still had my salvation…

Pray the Lord my soul to take.

With a gasp I wrenched myself from the dream, feeling the breath saw through my lungs and pass between my dry lips, like I truly had been asphyxiating. I lay in bed, sweat soaking my bare chest, staring up at the ceiling. The only light in the room came from the alarm clock on my desk, mocking me with the hour. 5:19. That meant a.m. Which mean in the morning. Meaning that I had once again woken up before my alarm went off. I groaned, rolling onto my side to face away from the evil little numbers. My eyes shut tight but those strange red symbols burned against my eyes, making it impossible to return to sleep. Still, I didn't want to be up just yet, and then I'd have almost too much time to get ready. And too much time was never a good thing with me. Last time I had too much time, I'd ended up with my current situation and so far, my current situation was not a good one.

An incident at my old school had gotten me landed in this new; Holy Cross Academy for Young Men. Bascially, a fancy way to say, "send your boys here if you think that they're going to be damned for all eternity". What happened at my old school is nothing I am proud of, and nothing I want to talk about. I'd been at Holy Cross for a year now and I'd learned my lesson about eleven months ago. But still, I was trapped until my father saw the horrid mistake they had made in sending me there. Or until I graduated, which was next year. Yep, seventeen years of age, a junoir in high school, and I still have to listen and obey my dad. Just one more year, I kept telling myself, one more year until freedom.

My thoughts burned away the last remnants of the dream and slowly woke me up, shivering as the sweat on me cooled. I started to sigh which turned into a wide yawn, coming out with a loud noise that sounded like a cat meowing to my half-asleep mind. Reluctantly I sat to up see that the clock had only gone forwards one minute, even though it seemed like several had passed. I shrugged to myself, stretching my arms up above my head and arching my back, both hearing and feeling my shoulder pop. I crawled out of bed, stumbling blindly through my room until I found the light switch, blinding myself momentarily as the only light in my room flickered on.

The small, warm cavern that was my bedroom could quite possibly described as a place someone with OCD would live, thanks to my father constantly nagging me to keep it clean. Sitting pristine atop my desk was my school supplies, backpack resting on the floor next to it. My uniform was folded over the back of the chair, pressed to perfection by the same man who cackled and cracked his whip at me to keep my room neat. Kidding, my dad doesn't cackle. I stripped out of my boxers, slipping on a clean pair and dressing slowly, taking time to make sure everything would meet the approval of daddy-dearest. Long sleeved, collared white shirt buttoned properly, navy blue tie tied tightly so that it nearly choked me, and matching blue slacks pulled up to my hips, not sagging down to my butt like I'd seen some people wearing them. Belt on almost as tight as the tie, cutting off all circulation to the lower half of my body. Yeah, seems like everything was just as dad would want it. I slid on some socks and black dress shoes, making sure that they were free of scuffs. I combed my hair out, grabbing a hair tie and braiding it. My hair was blonde, long enough that my braid went just beyond the base of my neck. Although, some of it wasn't long enough and it fell to the front, framing my face. I shoved my school things into my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder. I gave myself a quick once over in the full-length mirror behind my door before heading out.

My eyes were an odd warm gold color, upturned slightly at the corners, set in a face that was just now losing it's childlike looks and gaining some definition. My shoulders were still narrow, sloping gently. That, combined with the way my face was shaping, made me look just a tad bit feminine, but it was enough to annoy me. I had enough troubles with girls already, looking like one didn't really help it. In my uniform, it seemed to me that I appeared more like a buisnessman than a student. With a sigh, I left my room.

"Hey, Ed. Good morning. You're up early."

My dad was sitting at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in one hand and the newspaper in the other. Mom had died four years ago, and something between us had shifted then. Dad had become a lot more of a workaholic, so seeing him like this was rare. He was relaxed, a small smile on his face when he saw me enter the room. We'd grown apart after mom's death, although we could pretend we were still the happy family we were before. The cause of death was unknown, but she was the picture of health one day, gone the next. I managed a slight half-smile, putting my bag on the table and going through the cupboards for something to eat.

"Woke up early. Do you mind driving me to school today or are you too busy?"

The answer was usually no, but this time he surprised me.

"Sure, you'll have to eat quick, though."

I nodded, grabbing a bagel and scarfing it down and taking a swig of orange juice straight from the carton. Dad made a disapproved noise from behind me but didn't say anything on the matter, making me wonder what was going on. I turned, grabbing my backpack and smiling at my dad.

"Ready, dad," I said cheerfully, bouncing on the balls of my feet excitedly.

"Hold up, kid. Isn't it a bit cold out to be in just that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he finished his coffee, setting the newspaper down as he stood. I looked outside, shrugging at the wind and rain that whipped around. He kept staring at me until I conceded, rolling my eyes and going to grab a jacket from the hall closet.

We got into the car and I could almost feel the air around us getting tense and awkward. I shifted nervously in the passenger seat, sensing my dad was about to speak. Lately, he seemed to go for topics that I found uncomfortable whenever his mouth opened. Sadly, today was not any different.

"So, anything… going on?"

"No, dad."

"Everything good at school?"

"Yeah, dad."

"Meet anyone you like?"

The question was direct and I felt myself tense involuntarily. I knew what he meant by that and it made a sick feeling clench at my stomach, filling me with dread.

"No, dad. They're all boys."

"And what are boys?"

"The same as me."

"Good."

I sighed faintly, not wanting him to hear me. Ever since last year, all our conversations seemed to go like this. No variations, he just wanted to beat the lesson into my head. I was getting sick and tired of it, honestly, but I would never admit that to my dad. He'd just make everything a whole lot worse for me. But oddly enough, it didn't just end there like it normally did. I started slightly as he spoke again, his voice suddenly taking on a hardened edge, daring me to speak up now.

"I got a call from one of your teachers. They say that there's going to be a new student today. You'll behave yourself, correct?"

I bristled inwardly, grimacing at the implication in his words. Did he honestly think I was that stupid, that foolish? I swallowed my pride and the sharp retort that had been waiting on the tip of my tongue, itching to be let loose, and answered the way he wanted me to.

"Of course, dad. You know I will."

My voice was cold but he seemed to be satisfied with the response, smiling as he pulled up to the school. I wondered what poor unfortunate soul had ended up getting stuck in there with the rest of us as I looked up at the sprawling expanse that was both a church and a school. A giant Gothic cathedral stood at the forefront, where we had to go to every Wednesday with the rest of the school for mass. Behind it, the three-floor Academy lay in a U shape around a courtyard, the church closing the space between the buildings to make it a square. Holy Cross housed elementary, middle, and high school, each side of the building holding each different school.

"See ya, dad," I said, getting out of the car quickly as I could, breathing in the stormy air around me in relief. I most certainly was not one for awkward situations, and I had just broken free of yet another one.

I made my way around the church, jumping slightly when I noticed someone standing with their back to me by the side of the church, out of the way of the storm. They turned as if sensing me and smiled faintly, just a flash of teeth in the shadow cast by the cathedral. His eyes seemed to glow in the dim light, looking me up and down quickly. He was gone in the next instant, slipping around the corner and out of my sight. I shivered, that one look was enough to stop my thought process for a moment. His eyes were so strange, a bright, almost iridescent purple. I mentally shook myself, hitching my backpack higher up onto my shoulder as I headed straight towards the center building, where the high school was, the image of that strange person's eyes in my mind.

End of chapter one. Please review and I will give you lots of loves. Envy's point of view is next but it won't always change every chapter.

I wanted to keep some things the same, like their appearances, and the fact that Ed's mother is dead, but the cause is different and will be revealed as time goes on. I'm still decided if I should bring Al in or not… :ponders: I guess if he becomes necessary in the story I will. :shrugs: Tell me what you think.