A/N: So this is my first fanfiction that I will post online! I'm kind of nervous because I post art but never my fanfictions because I fear of my lack of comprehension and writing skills. But this fiction is simply for my own pleasure so further ado, lets continue!
Disclaimer: FullMetal Alchemist is NOT my own creation. All rights go to the wonderful artist, Hiromu Arakawa. I merely mingle my imagination with it.
A frustrated Asian girl messily scribbled on her graphics tablet, ruining her computer graphic sketch she created on a whim. Pushing her glasses up firmly, she attempted to draw something,anything, that showed promise. But nonetheless for the poor girl, who unfortunately had an artist's block, the drawing was displeasing to the eye, but it might have been wonderful to the others.
If the artist is not proud of his work, then what meaning will it hold?, she thought. As she reluctantly turned off her computer, she resigned herself to her comfy bed where a lot of books laid. The Maze Runners trilogy, Percy Jackson series, and more were available on her single bed. She laid herself and grabbed her most favorite book, FullMetal Alchemist Volume 1. Yes, she was an avid reader who loved all sorts of book, whether its fiction, nonfiction, magazines, or biographies, she adored them. But her most favorite format of books would be Japanese comics, known as manga. She was always known as a "book-nerd" but really, there was nothing "nerdy" about loving books. It was a mere life-long hobby she inherited from her parents. She flipped to the first page of the still good conditioned book and began reading. She loved the series and especially Volume 1 of this famous FullMetal Alchemist series. How two young brothers leave on a great journey to regain their former body (and body parts)...how their own journey intertwines with other people's lives...the impacting action of adventure...how the brave hero manages to find "truth"...it fascinated her and still felt excitement rush through her veins every time she read the volumes. But most importantly, she fell in love with the main character, Edward Elric. No, not as in a romantic way but more of an admiring-role-model way. The character was similar yet unique from all the heroes she read so far. Someday, she will be a hero like him too, she thought. She would have a great adventure before her curious eyes that would hopefully miraculously cure her artist's block. When she was about enter deep into the adventure of the brothers, she heard her grandmother yell, "Chiasa! Come here and do the dishes!" She groaned and put the book down in a rough manner and grumpily ran downstairs to the kitchen. "After the dishes, go take these mochis and apple pie to the north neighbor." "Yes, Grandmother." she replied, attempting to hide her displeased tone. She let out a small gentle sigh as she washed the dishes through the hot water. Still, what a strange combination. Those neighbors might eat the mochi but I highly doubt the apple pie she thought as she rinsed her hands off the towel. But little did she know, that those apple pies might be eaten by someone else's mouth.
She brisked through the dark road with the basket in one hand and her other hand buried in her pocket. She spotted the menacing alley that was a shortcut to the north neighborhood and bravely entered. It was not her first time entering this alley but it was past 8 and couldn't help but feel slightly spooked at the darkness. She quickened her steps and roamed on the darkness. "I don't remember the alley being this long...Did I take a wrong turn? Nah, this is the only alley in this place. Must be my imagination." She hummed a little tune to keep herself positive but after a step, she felt a warm tingle course through her body and suddenly the atmosphere changed into a more ancient feeling. Something she wasn't used to. "Must be me.." she muttered to reassure herself. Finally she saw a small radiant light and laughed in relief. "Well, look at that! Chiasa Azukawa has done it again!" She hurriedly ran to the light only to find a whole different world that was not the north neighborhood.
"What the hell is going on?" The streets were quiet with strange looking buildings that looked slightly European. With a turn, she spotted a red telephone booth, something the neighborhood definitely didn't have. Everywhere she looked, there were the European building and features that did not resemble the north neighborhood at all."Where am I? In the German village?" As if fate was trying to answer her, an auto vehicle that looked like it was from the Industrial Revolution times, "Well then..." Well then what?she thought. Surely this is a dream...that's right! A dream! She tried the infamous technique of pinch-yourself-to-see-if-it-hurts, a sure way of telling if this whole bizarre thing is a DREAM. She yelped and rubbed her pained cheek with a scowl. "What the hell is going on?" She wanted to ask this question a million times but who was going to answer this? What the hell is going on?
"Hey, little girl." A deep rough voice emanated through the quiet street. A snicker here, a guffaw there, and a smell that she identified as alcohol. She turned around to see 5 large men walked (and stumble) to her with their faces red from alcohol obviously not in the right state of mind. Crap, this isn't going to be pretty.
She faced the other direction in hopes of running away but she found 3 other men, in the same state, walking towards her. Surrounded, she thought Ok seriously, what the hell is going on?. The deep voice spoke again, "What you got in that basket, hmmm?" She turned to same direction where she spotted the owner of the voice and said in a forced cheery tone, " Oh just little treats for a good neighbor of my family," The man laughed with slight menace "We can help deliver that if you want...with little payment of course." A little snicker there, a guffaw there, and the stench of alcohol everywhere. "Oh no, I can't possibly burden you good sirs with such a trivial responsibility. Now, if you can move aside kindly, I'll be on my way." She tried to walk through but a man grabbed her arm, making her drop the basket and called out, " Hey, Burt! This girl doesn't look like she's from Ametris!" "Nor, from Resembool!" Another man called out. Ametris?Resembool?! She immediately recognized these words. No way.. The man named Burt walked toward the trapped girl and examined her. "She might be from Xing...maybe even illegal...perfect! We were getting a little bored right boys?" A murmur of agreements, crude remarks, and hoots swept the silent road. "The military can't do anything to us if we play with an illegal immigrant!" "Let me at her!" "Isn't she a little bit too normal for a girl?" "Nah, the clothes might hide her true womanly features," "They do look thick" "Right? Lets have some!" She noticed the excited lust in their eyes and thought Idiots. Burt, having the same smoldering lust, looked intently on her body and grinned, "Take her away."
In that moment, she quickly released her arm and kicked the man closest to her swiftly and powerfully. She quickly grabbed her basket and made a run through the small opening that was created. She heard the scream "Get her!" and heard the raging footsteps coming from the group.
She ran, ran as hard as she can. Thankfully, she was very athletic due to her consistent physical training and exercise she took as a little girl. She silently thanked her grandmother as she made a sharp turn to an alley. Me and alley ways she bitterly thought as she found a wall that looked strangely off and heard the footsteps come closer. "Crap!" She muttered to herself as Burt emerged. "Now, now little lady. Just follow us quietly and we will treat you gently as possible." "You drunk bastards can barely control your stability." she spat harshly. His face distorted into a ugly smirk as his men backed him up with the same ugliness. "Little Xingese, I highly recommend you stop your little tag and come with us"
The stench of alcohol filled the alley. "Man...I give up. Alright,take me." She dropped her basket and walked towards them. One the men came forward and attempted to grab her until the man felt a sudden impact on the back of the head as he staggered forward and felt his face explode from powerful knee-kick. The girl grabbed him by the collar and threw him at the group. She smirked cruelly, "Psych"
After fighting against 4 men, she was cornered by a dangerous metal object and the other 4 men. She hadn't fought for a long time for she quit being such an indecent delinquent over the years. She was exhausted and cornered by the same annoying man named Burt. A knife close to her throat, the breath of alcohol stinging her nose, and a cruel smile on the man's red face. I'm screwed, she thought,closed her eyes and silently prayed to God. Burt may have won.
"Hey,hey old man! That's not a nice weapon you have there!" She opened her eyes to see a golden haired hero and a giant armor.