"Fuck you, the ending was genius!" a female voice interrupted the other from finishing his sentence.

"Bullshit, half of it made no fucking sense! in fact, the first season was shit!" a male voice countered the other's argument. Silence fell over the room.

The brunette clenched her jaw and spoke through her gritted teeth, "take that back you little shit."

"It's my opinion,"

"Well frankly my opinion is that your opinion is shit!" she launched at him with full force, sending a lame kick through the air, landing against his face. A crack was heard.

Oh shit.

Blood streamed from his nose endlessly. To put it in comparison, it was like a water tap turned to its full content. Well, more of an exaggeration but you get the image. The ends of his fingers instinctively met with the wet substance above his lip. "I'm bleeding," he muttered under his breath. It was more of a question rather than a statement. Then realization hit him, he was bleeding. He had a slight fear of blood but in an odd way. Observing blood pouring out of others was typically fine for the male unless he was the one doing the bleeding, then that was a different story.

Now you may be questioning what exactly were the two arguing over that could have lead to this? Well, that's simple really for a typical Fangirl or a Fanboy to understand. But before we get there, one must understand what exactly is a fan, the fandom ways.

Fan-girl/boy: an obsessive fan (Usually of movies, comics, science fiction, etc...)

Now that we've gotten past that derogatory definition, you now have access to the holy grail of knowledge. Of course like the usual fans they were, the duo were debating over an anime very known among Otakus' across the globe, Fullmetal Alchemist.

"I'm gonna get my ass whooped," Serah whispered mostly to herself, ignoring the poor soul close to passing out. The only thing that was on her mind was how a very overprotective mom she knew would react to this situation.

"Jesus, I'm dying here and that's all you care about!?"

"Stop being a pussy and suck it up!" she spat in return and threw a tissue box in his direction. The box knocking his head backwards didn't necessarily helped the situation. Soon, two rolls of tissue blocked the entrance of his nostrils, preventing any more blood from pouring.

"I can't believe you actually resorted to violence over this," Joseph stated plainly in disbelief.

A sigh left the other female and she folded her arms, leaning all her weight against the empty wall, "well, I can't believe you'd actually still be surprised since you've known me... how long?"

He rolled his eyes in return and answered with a groan, "basically my entire existence on earth, god help me!" She glared at his direction and motioned a slicing formation against her neck with her index finger.

"Say another word and I'll kindly do the honors of sending you to him," she threatened bluntly to her sibling. In the eyes of an outsider, it certainly wouldn't sound like playful fighting but between the two, it was casual talk, an everyday thing. First, it would start off with light conversing of a mutual liking, then disagreements which usually ended up with another world war. It was an activity that happened almost everyday. Of course, nothing typically new for the duo.

Joseph muttered under his breath which was barely audible for the ear. The next thing they knew, another debate broke out.

"You barely watched all the episodes! the only thing you fucking watched was brotherhood!"

"That's how shit the first season was!"

"You're not even a fan," and there she goes, pulling out the final blow of the argument. He narrowed his eyes at her dangerously. She pulled out a card she knew would pluck his chords.

He narrowed his eyes at her viciously, "wanna bet?" The brunette couldn't help but also narrow her eyes into slits, based on the way he reacted. Nothing good came from the male when he was provoked. However, she wasn't going to back down just on that fact alone. Like the rebellious child she was, it was her nature to prove she was superior over others who dared to challenge her.

"As long as you don't back down," she answered with a smirk curving on to her plum lips. This only agitate him more.

"Human transmutation circle!" and before she could react, the older sibling threw a crayon at her direction. She dropped the media and cursed under her breath as she noticed he had a head start, already drawing on the wall?! Was he that lazy to pull out a piece of paper? No, he was eager to win against her. Her nostrils flared instantly and she began to scribble a large circle on the wall. The female could care less whether it was perfect or not. As long as it had all the necessary symbols then she was plenty satisfied. She pathetically had a lot of time on her hands to memorize the circle and it's symbolism. Hardcore fan much? Nah, she was just dedicated.

A grin spread on her lips, she had completed the circle. Like the pretentious basterd Serah was, she proceeded to doing Edward's signature. She clapped her hands together and pressed her palms against the wall. When she looked over her shoulder, she had noticed they were both in sync. Completing the circle at the same time and adding the signature for fun's sake.

A light emitted from the poorly drawn transmutation circle, sending a bewildered look between the duo. The only thing that left their stunned state was a few words that would strongly be frowned upon by a very well known Mom.

"What. The. Fuck?"

Before they could react, a shape appeared within the transmutation circle, an eye. The two froze in their place, staring at the large eye that rested its gaze on them. Multiple tendrils absent of any color reached out towards them. Joesph had reacted quickly and pulled the half paralyzed brunette from the room. Before they could distant themselves any further, the small hands managed to grab them, dissolving them of their light touch.

What?

A pained scream left Serah as she fell to the floor, left with nothing below her torso. A pool of blood bathed her skin and clothes in a sickly sight. Iron dizzied her sense of smell. How was this possible? Her eyes desperately searched and landed on her brother. Serah dragged what was left of her body with restrained crys. She felt her inner organs leak and drag across the cold floor with every struggle and pull. A grunt vibrated through her throat as she reached out with trembling fingers. Before her skin can brush against the ends of his finger tips, they passed right through disintegrated dust. She barely touched him. Her eyes widened in horror, left with grasping black hands ready to consume her. "JOSEPH!" what kind of sick dream was this? The brunette refused to believe the situation no matter how much pain she was in.

This was not what they had expected to happen from playful rivalry. Little did they know they had summoned a gate from hell, from somewhere far from their comprehension.

She hoped it was all just a bad nightmare.

(Welcome my fellow alchemists to the world of fma crack. This is not your typical Fangirl transported in a parallel universe. In fact, it's far from that Mary Sue bullshit. Be warned, lots of explaining will be happening in the next chapters. Sayonara my lovely wasabi sniffers!)