"I love you, Daddy"
A young woman walked through the woods alone. It had been a few days since her father's death, and she needed a place to clear her mind. She was sad, but not sad enough to be bawling her eyes out about it. She wasn't even close to her father. He was distant, and cared little for the girl. She had to defend herself from a young age.
She wasn't all alone, however. There was a young boy who made frequent stops to her place. They both became friends quickly. Turns out, the boy had dead parents too, and lived with his aunt in Central.
The woman had never gone to the city, and wasn't planning to. Living the rest of her life in peace and helping out in the flower shop seemed like a good idea to her.
She stopped to pick up some wood for her fireplace. It was early spring and the snow hadn't completely melted yet. The sun peeked through the trees, giving her bits of warmth. But still, it was nothing compared to his touch.
The woman shook her head, annoyed. She should be thinking about what she would be eating for dinner, not him! She shouldn't be thinking about the man who left her. The man who left her for a more interesting life, in Central.
But he told me he would return for me...
Seeing that coming out to the woods made her feel worse, she decided to turn back and go home. As she walked, more thoughts came to mind.
If you love him so much, then why don't you join him in the city?
"I don't love him!", she yelled out loud. She sighed. "I just... care"
The woman began to walk much faster. She could already see her house in the distance. She ran, but not so fast that the bundle she was holding would fall.
She opened the door to her home. She could hear whispers from within. Who was in her house?
"Y'know Win, we could've left it at the doorstep", a male's voice said.
"But we need to make sure that the letters arrive safely. That's our job!". That was a girl's voice.
The woman slipped into the kitchen quietly, put the bundle of sticks onto the floor, and grabbed a knife.
She crept into the living room, and didn't believe what she saw next. She saw a young boy, no older than sixteen, sitting on her father's armchair, close to the fireplace. The fireplace, bright with flames. Beside the boy, was a floating staff. The woman didn't see a girl, however.
Then where did the girl's voice come from?
The boy turned, and laid his eyes on the woman. She gasped, and held the blade in his direction.
"Stop!", she she yelled at the top of her lungs. "Don't touch me!"
The boy wasn't alarmed by this at all. He rose from the seat and approached the woman.
"Please, I am not here to harm you. I'm just here to deliver something to you". He pulled a letter out from his coat and held it out to her.
She lowered her knife, and took the letter from his hands.
"What is it?", she asked.
The boy turned to the staff. At the top, a bright blue gem, shone brightly. It began to rise higher.
"I'm so glad you asked!", it exclaimed. "The letter you are holding right now is a Shigofumi!"
"A Shigofumi?", the woman asked, puzzled.
"Yes, a Shigofumi is a letter from the departed! When people die, they get one chance to write something, whether it be love, hate, hope or regret!", the staff said happily.
"I don't believe you. Stop trying to trick me!", the woman commanded.
"You are Riza Hawkeye, correct?", the boy asked.
Riza gasped, and stepped back. How did they know who she was? Who would want to write to her?
"The letter was sent from a man named Berthold Hawkeye", the boy replied.
Riza looked at the letter. It was red, with a strange stamp on it.
"This... this is from the dead?", she asked, nervously.
The young boy nodded.
"How do you know who I am?"
"It's quite complicated, actually. I not going to go into details though. Just say it involves a bit of... magic"
"Then, who are you?"
The boy turned to look at his staff. "I knew she was going to say that" he mumbled. He sighed and looked up to Riza.
"We are post-workers. Although we have the appearance of a human, we really aren't" he said, golden orbs staring into her soul.
"You mean, you deliver these... letters?" the woman asked.
This time, the staff answered her. "Yes! We deliver Shigofumi 24/7, seven days a week, four weeks a month, twelve mon-"
"She gets it!" the boy exclaimed, glaring at the staff. He put his hand in his pocket, pulled out an old-fashioned pocket watch and looked at it. The boy groaned.
"Listen woman, we've been here for more than we're supposed to. I'm sorry, but we have to leave" he said, as he reached to take his talking staff. Before he could leave, Riza called out to him.
"Wait! I have one more question. Can I at least get your name?"
The boy gave a smirk. "If you're ever looking for me, the name's Edo. By the way, this fire will last you tonight and tomorrow"
"Oh! My name's Winry, but the next time you see me, I'll be human!" she cried happily.
Edo glared at her once more. Winry's little gem glowed slightly duller than before. He smiled before walking out the door.
"Goodbye" said Winry.
Riza waved, but said nothing.
After they left, the woman decided to go upstairs. She sat on her bed and stared at the letter for a bit. The envelope was a shade of red that reminded her of blood, and had a strange stamp on it. The stamp was pitch black with tiny wisps of colour. It wasn't something she had seen before.
They better not be playing around with me...
Riza opened the letter and pulled out a small, folded piece of paper.
This... is all for me?
She expected more, but wasn't very surprised that her father would send her something as small as this. She unfolded the piece of paper and immediately recognized her father's scratchy handwriting. Her heart started to beat faster as she started to read it.
Dear Riza,
Take care of Roy. I feel that he is going to do something incredibly stupid. Be there to stop him.
Sincerely,
B. Hawkeye
Riza sighed. Again, she wasn't surprised at what her father wrote her. She knew that her father cared a lot for Roy. She put the paper back inside its envelope and placed it on her bedside table. She knew what her father was asking. To what he asked Riza to do, she would have to leave behind the life she wished for. She would have to go after Roy. She would have to go to the city.
Now, the city didn't seem as bad as she thought.
Somewhere, a young boy lay asleep in a hospital bed. Sunlight shone through the window, onto his face. He stirred for a bit, then went back to being motionless.
A/N: Well, that's it for everyone. Hope you like this frst chapter. I wanted to do this kind of story for a while, and after watching Shigofumi, I was inspired to do this. I was able to write this while the rest of my friends were writing letters to their dead relatives. This was supposed to be a crossover, but I feel it would be better to put it into one anime since we're using more FMA characters than Shigofumi.
Just so you know, the vagueness is kind of intentional. I will reveal more about the characters and leave it up to you to put things together. I hope it's not too bad, though.
Also, it's been a while since I've seen both shows, so if there's anything I got wrong, please tell me!
Just wanted to let you know that updates might not come quickly, so I thank you in advance for waiting patiently. I'll probably be busy playing Mystic Messenger.
Quick Question: Who here ships Victuuri?
Lastly, the anime aren't mine. Just saying.
Anyway, hope you enjoy this story as much as I did writing it!
Love,
Galaxia
P.S: Does Jumin Han is gay?