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Gunslinger Alchemist: A Crossover Fanfiction

"The boy has a mechanical body, but he is still an adolescent child…"

Chapter 1: Introductions and Assignments

A dour face, two pitch black eyes, and thick black bangs covering his forehead, Colonel Roy Mustang sat wearily at his desk. His chin rested tiredly on his hands with his elbows against the edge of the desk, his infamous stance. His back hunched over from his chair, he couldn't care less for his posture, nevertheless wasting the Amestris State Military's precious time, at least for the time being.

He glanced at his desk's right side drawer. Inside it contained a pair of white gloves, his gloves, ordinary looking enough save for a pair of alchemic runes drawn on each glove. The Colonel had worn them in the past at the Flame Alchemist, a Military State Alchemist, chained forever to the military like a dog on a metal leash. State Alchemists were the recruited as ultimate weapons during the Civil War, in other words a full out genocide campaign. There were rumors amongst normal soldiers that the crimson runes on the Colonel's gloves were written in the blood of his victims.

It was a hard war, long and hard. Mustang bit his lip thinking of the burning buildings, the cries of those innocent people, the strong smell of corpses. A whole town destroyed with the snap of a finger whose owner was more than a little afraid of the outcome, proving true as his heart sank with the erupting explosion, echoing across the desert land. There was no turning back after committing such monstrosity…The Colonel snapped awake, blinked and shook his head and smiled. "It's just a memory, right? Just a memory…"

With a sudden creak of an opening door a tall man, possibly in his early thirties, with short jet black hair and rectangular glasses hiding yellow-green eyes, strolled into the room up to the Flame Alchemist unannounced. He had his usual playful smile across his lips, the look of a doting parent, although wearing the dark blue uniform of the Military. The man didn't look it, but he had his share in war. Mustang knew him well. He was Lieutenant Colonel Maes Hughes and his best friend.

Hughes sauntered up to the Colonel's large office desk, pulling out a photo of a sweet faced one-year-old girl from his pocket. His smile widened as he held the photo at arms lengths toward the Colonel, only a centimeter from his nose. "Roy! Isn't my cutie daughter Elicia getting more adorable by the day!" the Lieutenant Colonel gushed.

"Dammit, Hughes, get that out of my face!" Mustang said angrily pushing the photo away.

"You don't have to be so mad Roy," Hughes shrugged. He kissed the photo and put it safely back in his pocket. "Anyway, there's something I wanted to discuss with you," Hughes said in a serious tone, pushing up his glasses. The Lieutenant Colonel had the ability to go from bragging lovingly about his daughter or wife to discussing Military affairs in a heartbeat. That was one of the things Mustang liked about him. Hughes took the thick important manila folder he was holding underneath his arm and handed it to his higher up.

Mustang gingerly took the folder and looked to it to his surprise, his eyes growing wide. "T-This is a joke, right?" he stammered, unaware his hands were shaking.

Hughes shook his head sadly with a somber expression. "I wish it was, Roy."

"What the hell is the State thinking! How could they do this to me!" the Colonel rubbed his temples, tightening his other fist. He bowed his head. Silence.

"It seems since you are a Colonel, you will be the first to try the new 'movement' out. Others may follow," Hughes said softly.

"Where is he?" Mustang muttered.

"Who?"answered a puzzled Hughes, lifting an eye brow.

"Where is the boy?"

…

"So, this is him?"

"Yes, but you could barely tell from his profile picture."

Mustang sighed and looked outside into a hospital recovery room. A young boy, perhaps only ten or eleven at the most, with short blonde hair and a small stature, was lying motionlessly on a hospital bed. Countless wires and tubes were coming out of an unexplainably missing right arm and left leg wrapped in bandages. His eyes were covered with a cold cloth and a breathing mask was over his face. A creased white blanket was covering only about half his small body, giving off the impression that it was thrown on. His face was extremely pale and there were trances of blood on the sheets. A nurse dressed in white was tending to an odd looking machine and the IV in his hand. If it weren't for the slow and steady rise of his chest as he breathed, it would have looked like he was already dead.

Mustang blinked and looked back at his friend, trances of concern and worry in his eyes. "…What happened to him?" the Colonel asked slowly.

"What happed was what you alchemists call 'equivalent exchange'. He was said to have been testing the forbidden law of alchemy," Hughes said.

"Bringing the dead back to life? Impossible! Who was he doing it on?"

"His mother, who died earlier this year from an unknown fatal disease. Her death left him and his brother heartbroken."

"What happened to his brother?"

"Inspectors say that his boy and soul were 'taken away' and killed during the transmutation. There was only a pile of tattered clothes were his body had been."

"…I see,"

"When the police came to the scene, the boy had passed out and was bleeding to death and a bloody, mangled suit of bronze armor was lying next to him." The Lieutenant Colonel paused. "They say he could have been trying to seal his brother's soul in there after he was 'taken'."

"A soul attachment, huh?" the Colonel said. "So, it failed?" he asked Hughes.

"Yeah, unfortunately." Hughes sighed. "It's really sad. His brother was the only family he had left. His father left him when he was young."

"What happened to his human transmutation? Was it really his-" Mustang started.

Hughes shook his head."They took it back to Central for examination and research. It was already dead when they came to the scene," Hughes answered. More silence between the both of them followed.

"I-I want to help him," Mustang said, putting his right hand against the glass separating him and the crippled child. "Even if I am turning him into a killer, at least maybe could have another chance at life." He paused. "Maybe it's out of pity, maybe it's something else, I don't know, but if he can move again, smile even, at least his pain will lessen." The Colonel grinned and chuckled at his expense. "I sound as if I'm making up excuses to follow such abnormal orders," he laughed.

Hughes smiled at his friend and patted his shoulder. "Heh, don't we all?" he grinned.

"So, what's his name?" Mustang said, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Edward," Hughes said looking back at the file. "Edward Elric."

I've been thinking of doing this fic for quite a while and finally got a chance to type it. I love Gunslinger Girl and just had to do FMA crossover with it. As you can see, the timing is a little off (Elicia is born a year earlier). And the Elrics' DO live in Resembool, if you're confused (i changed it, sorry). This crossover is more of a concept crossover, than a character crossover. Please review and I might write more later! Thank you very much!