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Dorm Roof, Tuesday Night

Edward is sitting out on the roof, a cup of coffee close at hand and a notebook on his lap. The notebook is closed, and the pen is still tucked in the spiral. The sky's far more interesting than his notebook anyway.

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"A journal?" Edward repeated, then looked down at the notebook. "I ... no." He shook his head. "It's my notes for class, actually." And a couple of false starts to a letter he can't figure out how to write.

Sakura raised her eyebrows a moment, her mouth forming a little 'o'. She grinned slyly. "Notes? For what, Chemistry?" She sets her bear down and reaches to the side, picking up the notebook and holding it away from herself slightly. "You're always taking notes, what could possibly be so important?" She knew that the contents of this notebook were more than just Chemistry notes, if Chemistry notes at all. So perhaps a little chase to retrieve them would get Ed's reasons for sulking out of him.

Edward blinked in surprise when Sakura plucked the notebook pretty much off of his lap. Then he realized that she HAD HIS NOTEBOOK with the LETTERS in it and promptly turned a funny shade of red.

"Give me that back!" He made a futile grab for the notebook.

Bingo.

Sakura scooted to the side just out of reach, then stood up quickly. She had this sort of mischevious grin on her face that wasn't quite normal for her behavior. "Ah-hah!" She said, holding the notebook above her head to ensure that he would have a hard time retrieving it. "If it's just notes, then why's it a problem?"

"Because there, are um SENSITIVE notes in there!" Edward was already on his feet. "And... " he glared at her when she held it out of his reach. "Important military documents! CLASSIFIED, even!" He nods at that, trying to look important while eyeing how she was holding the notebook and looking for an oppurtunity.

Sakura laughed. If he actually thought she believed that, he wasn't as smart as she thought he was. "What do you care about classified?" she asked. "And if it's Chemistry, how is it sensitive?" She hopped backward a few steps.

Edward looked slightly insulted. "Alchemist's notes are sensitive," he insisted. "We don't share them with just anybody! What if someone tried to steal one of my theories and profit off of it? Now gimme my notebook back!" He hops forward and starts flailing for it.

"I wouldn't understand it anyway," Sakura argues. "So what's the harm? I'm just curious." She moves backward again, turning around and pretending to open the notebook whilst still watching him over her shoulder.

Edward flails further, almost dancing in place when he thinks she's opening it. "AUGH! Be careful, don't let anything blow away!"

Sakura claps the notebook closed again and turns to face him, putting her arms behind her back -- which thus made the notebook follow.

"Really, though." She said, suddenly a little less silly. "...what's in this that you don't want anyone seeing?"

Edward grabbed his notebook at the available oppurtunity. "...letters," he finally said, casting a glance over his shoulder. "From...Al."

Sakura suddenly stopped grinning entirely, and instead looked rather ill. Al, he said. She didn't even seem to notice he'd taken the notebook back.

Something told her he didn't mean the 'Alphonse-kun' that she knew.

"Yeah." Edward looked at the notebook, finding it the safest place TO look. "He's sent me a couple since the last one I sent ... before the new semester." Before an Al found him here. "I... haven't written him back yet."

Sakura suddenly felt really bad for waving his notebook around like it was nothing. That certainly explained what was bothering him.

Without much in the way of warning other than stepping up to him, Sakura fidgeted for a brief moment before brushing his bangs away from his face and touching her lips to his forehead. She meant it as more of a comforting gesture than anything else, really. "I'm sorry," she said, and kept one hand resting in his hair.

Edward closed his eyes and hugged his notebook to his chest. "What am I supposed to tell him, Sakura?" His voice was quiet. "How do I explain this to him? 'Oh, there's a new student, it's you, but you've been fixed!' I'm a fucking idiot."

Sakura sighed against the knot growing in the pit of her stomach. She had no idea what to tell him, and that was probably harder than the fact that she'd almost blown his cover. She hushed him, leaning away from him just slightly and framing his face with both her hands. "Shh. You're not an idiot," She shook her head at him and absently ran one thumb over his face. "And you're doing a hell of a lot better in this situation than I would be." She tapped her forehead against his, closing her own eyes. She honestly had no idea what to say.

Edward laughed cynically to himself. "I get myself into the worst messes," he muttered. "I guess I'll find a solution. There's got to be one."

"I'm sorry," Sakura repeated, shaking her head.

She couldn't believe she'd nearly breached his privacy without his permission that way. What if she'd started reading one of them out loud without realizing what she was reading?

She sighed again and stepped back from him, keeping her hands on his shoulders. "Next time, let me know something's up so I don't pull something stupid like that?"

Edward smiled softly, still holding tightly to his notebook. "Yeah, I guess." He didn't say that he had been. Even if it was more of a roundabout way.

Anyway, he figures Sakura would have realized that the letters were from Al on the second word.

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