Well what do we have here? A lazy ass school girl trynta write a FMA:Brotherhood crossover with Naruto? Not to mention this is her first Naruto fic! Does she even know what she's doin? She hopes so. :o

Disclaimer: Do I even look like Hiromu Arakawa? Like Masashi Kishimoto? Can you even see me? The answer to all three is no, unless you're some omniscient weirdo who watches teenage losers write and read fanfiction. Also this means I don't own anything, if you didn't understand what i was trying to say.


"Mama, what's going on?"

The young boy nervously gripped his mother's skirt. It was late at night, and although it was around the time everybody should already be tucked in bed, sleeping in bliss, a woman and her son are wide awake, standing in the middle of a study in their house.

"Shh.." The woman hushed the boy. The room was dark, but both can see clearly, as the full moon illuminated the room in sheer light. The young boy nearly jumped when he heard some heavy footsteps coming their way. He turned to his mother to ask what was going on when she clapped her hand over his mouth and crouched down to his height.

"Selim," the woman whispered urgently. "I want you to stay quiet, no matter what happens okay? Just don't say anything, don't make any sound, okay?"

The boy nodded. "Okay," the woman smiled, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. "You are a good boy, Selim. I love you."

Before the boy could reply, she ushered him under a desk and put a finger to her lips. He nodded and did the same.

He watched her feet as she walked farther from the desk. He heard the door slam open, and a few men came in. The boy pressed his ear against the floor and squinted through the space between he wood of the desk and the floor and saw the tell-tale cut of the Amestrian military. There were about five or six of them, but there must be more, because none of the servants have come rushing in to help them.

"Where is he?" A brash voice asked.

The woman countered. "What is this? Who put you up to this?"

The boy heard a snap, and saw through the crack that his mother had fallen. His eyes widened in anger. He was going to come out when she cried "No!" He knew it was directed at him.

"'No'?" Another voice asked. "That abomination has to be disposed of, Mrs. Bradley. Under the Führer's orders."

"The Führer would never send a group of drunken men in the military's uniform to storm my house in the middle of the night and threaten an innocent boy," the woman glared at the offending men, her cheek red from where she was slapped.

"I am getting tired of your useless blabbering." The boy didn't see any of the men move, but next thing he knew, there was a loud bang, and a gasp, and he saw his mother fall on the ground. Her eyes were wide in shock and fear, and red was blooming from a hole in her chest. And that was all the boy could take.

He cried and dashed from under the desk, to one of the men standing over his mother.

"...n...no..." His mother choked. "...Selim...r..run..."

Tears streaming down his face, he slammed his tiny fists on one of the men's stomach. The man grabbed one of his arms and pushed him down.

"Good timing, you little shit. There was this array we've been dying to find out..." The man slurred. He nodded to his companions and they started drawing a circle on the floor. The boy sobbed, crawling to his mother's side, but was suddenly kicked on his side. He gasped in pain, and struggled to go over to her side again.

"What do you think you're doing?" The man growled , delivering another kick, this time to the boy's face. "You think we're just gonna let you do what ever you want?" Another kick. "The Führer might tolerate your existence right now, but we all know you're a fucking monster." The boy groaned and shakily reached for his mother. She wasn't moving anymore.

"Done!" One of the men yelled, and the boy was mercilessly thrown right in the middle of the circle.

"...ma...ma..." he rasped. Three of the men slammed their hands in the circle and blue light danced around the boy. The whole array lit up in bright light, but the boy only saw black.

Light engulfed the whole room, and passed away quickly. The boy was gone.

"Good riddance," one of the men spat. "Come on, let's get out of here."

"Yeah, we better hurry, the preparations should be done about now."

"The servants?" "I got rid of them already," one of the men said. They all left in a hurry, not giving a single glance back at the room, and soon, the house.

A single lighter was lit, and tossed at the front door. Within minutes, the door was gone. Within hours, the whole house would be nothing but ash and rubble, and no remainder was left of the small family that used to live there, except for a few unrecognizable corpses and a small corner of an alchemic array that survived the fire.


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