Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic so be gentle with me! Hahaha
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, Harry Potter, or and of the associated items.
This is mainly a RoyxEd fic. Or will be eventually. It will be a yaoi story so I'm gonna rate it as 'M' for future lemons, violence and swearing.
Summary: Flung into skirmishes in the north, what happens when Ed and Roy end up nowhere near Amestris? HP and FMA crossover. Yaoi, Eventual RoyxEd
A Way Back Home
It should have been an easy mission. Fighting on the northern borders of Drachma, the two greatest alchemists of their time had been called out to fight. The mission was simple and to the point; eliminate all traces of the resistance fighters in the area. Leave none alive. At first this was a simple task, along the line where the two alchemists stood there were bright flares of light. Each time the light flashed, another column of men fell dead. It was almost as if it were too easy for the two. Still more and more men came surging toward the rank and file of the Amestris army.
At some point in the midst of fighting the weather turned for the worst. At the height of the storm the Drachman rebels turned and fled while they had the chance. The howling, whipping wind did not help the now bunkered down army in the least. While they did have food, water, and shelter they did not have anyone willing to brave the chilling wind during the night for watch duty. Finally it was decided that 20 men from the 2nd Division would go out and walk patrol on the borders of the encampment.
Grumbling and moaning the 20 men prepared to go out into the elements. Dressed in heavy winter gear and armed with deadly rifles, pistols, and combat knives the soldiers headed out into the blizzard.
The storm raged on for hours until, finally, the wind abated and the snow fall lightened considerably. When dawn finally arrived the morning air was silent and heavy. At this point most of the soldiers were ready to venture outside to stretch and prepare for the next inevitable battle.
Inside the command tent a different battle was being waged. "Wake the hell up, Fullmetal!" shouted a commanding voice. "We were supposed to be awake and ready at dawn. There are more soldiers awake now. Soldiers with ranks lower than yours, I might add, Colonel Elric."
A muffled voice greeted the already irritated officer, "Don't get your panties in a bunch General Bastard. I was up all night listening to you tossing and turning in your sleep." The mound of blankets shifted and a tousled, blonde head poked out of the warm cocoon. Shuddering at the cold air in the tent, the blankets were flipped back over the blonde's head. "Ugh, it's too cold to do anything right now but sleep. Wake me up when it gets warmer, like, say, three months from now." Came a muffled voice from somewhere in the middle of the mass.
It was at this point the General had taken enough verbal abuse from his subordinate. Irritated enough at the fact he had to share a tent with the little idiot, but this was too much. In a quick fluid motion he knelt down and, grabbing the closest end the General ripped the blankets off of the snoozing Colonel, effectively tossing him onto the bare floor of the tent.
Whirling around with his head still foggy from sleep the enraged Colonel glared daggers of hate at his commanding officer. "What the fuck was that for Mustang?!" he spat out.
"That was for disobeying a direct order," The man said as he turned to leave. Pausing, he turned and said, smirking, "Just because you look like a little kid doesn't mean I'm going to let you act like one."
"WHO'S SO LITTLE THAT HE CAN FIT INSIDE A TEA CUP WITH PLENTY OF ELBOW ROOM?!" Shrieked the voice behind him. Turning to go Mustang chuckled quietly to himself, but that was quickly cut off as a military issue tin cup connected squarely with the back of his head. Turning he glared at the teen as he rubbed the sore bump. "Serves you right you bastard." Said the thrower of the cup, as he pulled off his undershirt and shook out his coat and thick under jacket.
Grumbling, the General stormed off in the direction of the mess tent to get some coffee and maybe some painkillers. Startled soldiers jumped out of his way, saluting, as he stalked past them. Grabbing a plate of military rations and a cup of strong black coffee, he plopped himself down as a young soldier approached him, holding a sheaf of paper.
"These are the latest intelligence reports from Central, General Mustang." Said the boy as he set the papers down and saluting. He snapped his hand to his side and said "Is there anything else I can do for you, Sir?"
The General sighed as he reached for the papers. "If you could go to the medical tent and get me some painkillers it would be greatly appreciated. Here's a requisition form for it." He said as he jotted some info onto a spare form.
"I'll just be a moment, Sir!" said the boy, saluting again, and trotting away. He was almost finished with his breakfast when the soldier came back. "Sorry it took so long, sir," he said saluting and handing the General a packet of pills. "There were a lot of wounded in the tent and not enough doctors to go around."
"It's fine soldier. Dismissed", Mustang said. The boy nodded, saluted and trotted off in the direction of his waving friends.
It wasn't too long afterwards, that the Fullmetal Alchemist came into the tent. At the age of 17 Edward Elric was a prodigy. He had earned the title of a State Alchemist at 12 and earned the rank of a Major along with it. Now at 17 he had jumped up two ranks and was a Colonel in the army. Besides being a prodigy he was also immensely popular. At his entrance he was hailed with all manner of greetings. He only grinned and waved to his admirers, slowly working his way to the General's table.
Grabbing a chair, Ed flipped it around and straddled the back, resting his arms and head on the backrest. Looking at the General he said, "What's the news from Central?"
Pushing the papers towards Edward, Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist, stretched back, rubbing his sore head. Sighing a bit he said, "It seems like there is an alchemist in the ranks of the rebel Drachmans. That's what the jist of it is, hell, that's pretty much all it says."
Looking at the thick sheet of papers Edward said, "They must say more than that. There has to be at least 30 pages there!"
"You're welcome to read them yourself if you don't trust me, Colonel." The General shot at him.
"Holy hell, Roy, who the fuck pissed in your coffee today?" Edward said.
He opened his mouth to give back a snappy retort containing expletives and short insults, but was interrupted by a loud series of savage roars.
'What the hell was that?" They both said at the same time. Glaring at each other Roy said "We'll finish this later." Edward gave a short nod. Both men ran outside of the mess tent to find the camp in a state of panic.
Roy grabbed a random soldier as he was running past, "What the hell is happening, soldier?"
"There are monsters surrounding the camp! There has to be hundreds of the damn things!" Releasing the man Roy turned to Edward, pulling on his white gloves.
"Ready for a fight, Colonel Elric?"
"As ever, General Bastard."
The two alchemists ran to the outskirts of the camp. What they saw there was an army of chimera, led by a hooded figure, all in black. The chimeras that surrounded him were waist high, slavering beasts. They had all white fur that covered their whole body. Long legs were attached to furry flexible paws that ended in wicked looking claws. The head was surrounded by a thick mane that ended somewhere past the creatures shoulders. Some of the chimeras opened their mouths, but there were no cheeks to these creatures. The corners of their mouths started at the hinge of the jaw bone, revealing rows of curved cone-shaped teeth.
"Who the hell are you, asshole?!" Ed shouted at the man. The only response that he got was a high, cold laugh that sent a shot of ice down his spine, making him shiver.
Irritated at this sign of weakness, Ed growled to Roy, "Fry his goddamn ass Flame-boy."
Smirking Roy said, "With pleasure, Fullmetal Shorty." Ignoring his partner's howl of fury Roy snapped his fingers. A crackle of red electricity lit the air, turning it into a roaring inferno that engulfed the man completely. Both men squinted and shielded their eyes.
When the blaze dissipated all that was left was a good bit of charred ground. Roy tensed, but Ed let out a cry of victory.
"Shut up you idiot!" he snapped. "I put enough power into that blast to immobilize him, not burn him to cinders. He's still alive!"
"How?! That blast moved so fast, there is no physical way that guy could have moved out of the way and still be living!"
As if to answer his question the laugh sounded out again. The two alchemists looked around the snowy landscape. With the exception of the chimeras there were no other life forms in the clearing. No black hooded figures stood tall amongst the chimera. Almost as if to mock the alchemists a high cold voice rang out, "Destroy the two men, my creatures. Tear the flesh from their bones. Leave no trace of their presence." With that the voice dissipated, leaving the men alone in the field, faced with over a hundred bloodthirsty chimeras.
Crouching down in a fighting stance Ed turned to face the horde, clapping his hands and transmuting his automail into a blade. Likewise Roy held out his gloved hand, fingers ready to snap.
Grinning up at his comrade Edward said "Care for a dance, General?"
Smirking, Roy looked down at his subordinate and friend, "The pleasure will be all mine, Colonel."
As if on an unspoken command the creatures surged forward, a white savage mass.
Ed whirled and spun, hacking and stabbing into the tough, thick, flesh. Glancing over at his friend he grinned. Roy was using both hands, snapping furiously. He spun and threw his arms out, looking as if he were truly dancing with an unseen partner.
Both men were covered in numerous cuts, abrasions, and tears. Roy looked around and saw there were only a few more of the chimeras left. Panting he made his way over to Edward, dispatching a few more as he went.
Finally both alchemists were alone in the field. The corpses of the chimeras littered the field, looking like toys strewn around by a giant. They had churned up the ground while they found. Roy's fire had melted much of the snow, leaving behind a muddy mess. The dirt had been torn and scorched, by both flame and claw.
Panting, both men walked out of the battlefield. "Oh, man. I'm really hot from that fight." Edward said, flopping down on a snow bank, face down. "Ah, that's better. Huh, what's that?"
The words had no sooner left his mouth, when he screamed out in pain. He managed to push himself away from the snow bank, stumbling and falling on his back. Roy looked at horror, his mind going numb. At that point his battle training kicked in and he snapped his fingers, aiming at the blotch of red that marred the white softness. A gurgling cry came from the midst of the steam and heat.
Roy smirked in grim satisfaction, knowing that the creature was being boiled alive. Remembering Ed he gasped and turned to find his friend lying motionless in the snow. Blood streamed from Ed's torso coloring the ground crimson.
"NO!" Roy screamed. His thoughts ground to a halt. He knew if he left Ed to find a medic, he would be left to the elements and feral hidden creatures. But if Roy stayed Ed would surely die. Roy looked at the still body. Panicking Roy took off his coat putting it on Ed's torso, hoping to stem the flow.
His thoughts went from slow to hyperactive. Verbal and thought words screamed through his entire body as his world narrowed to the life ebbing away under his hands.
"HELP ME PLEASE! SOMEONE! ANYONE! PLEASE! HELP!"
The last word ripped through his throat as he threw his head back. The world around him started at shake and he heard a loud noise, like a clap of thunder right next to him. He didn't know what happened next.
That's all for now folks!! Please R&R! I'm still trying to figure out how things work so bear with me please! Till next time!