Kame-the-turtle: Greetings lovely people! Welcome to my first ever continuing fanfic! (Trumpets sound in the background at this announcement). This is probably one of few, if not the first, Trigun-FMA crossover (well, at the very least, I couldn't find any Trigun-FMA crossovers). The time period is for Ed, right after the end of the anime ( if you haven't seen the end of the original FMA anime, don't read); for Trigun, it is sometime before Vash meets Wollfwood. I actually really need to thank DarkDragon'sCryBloodTears and her story Crackfic of DOOM (storyid 5026577) for the inspiration. Very funny fic (you guys should try it…if you can handle the insanity). Anyway, I am a monster that feeds off of reviews, so I can't continue unless I am fed comments, concerns, questions, whatever floats your boat (don't try to flame me. I have a special mirror that reflects flames back at the person). Also, if you're not familiar with the Trigun series, don't worry, I'll be sure to explain everything (or you can just watch the series, its pretty good). But then again, I may not go with the storyline. Ok, enough babbling! Enjoy!

PS: Trigun: not mine. FMA: Not mine.

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Sand and hot.

There were the first things Edward Elric's brain could comprehend. He was lying in sand. It was hot. He raises his head a bit. More sand. He gingerly pushes himself up and looks around. Of all the places I could have landed with automail, I had to land in a desert. Ed sighs, wipes the sand from his face and walks to the tallest landmark in the area, an outcropping of rocks a couple of miles away.

By time he reaches the rocks, Ed is suffering from sunburn, and was on the verge of collapsing from heat stroke. He ceased wearing his red coat and his black jacket a long time ago (there was no one to see his metal limbs anyway), choosing to walk in his black sleeveless shirt so he could catch what little breeze came his way. This probably wasn't his best idea; under the glare of the sun, Ed's metal limb heated, causing intense pain as the metal around his ports expanded and extra heat held close to him. He wheezes and gasps as he makes his way to the rock, the heat rising in intense waves from his arm. After about ten minutes of struggling, Ed finally made it to the top of the rock. He did a 360, scanning the horizon for some form of life (preferably a town or another person. He still didn't know where he was, and the last thing he needed was to come across some weird monstrous beast). Great, Ed thinks dully I'm out in the desert in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but stupid sand. Damnit! Why is the world always screwing me around! Wanting to avoid the possibility of passing out and becoming some creature's dinner, Ed climbs down and manages to find a tiny bit of shelter from the sun in a small crevasse. Squeezing himself in, Ed thought, Wow, I'm almost glad that I'm….I'm…He didn't want to finish that sentence, especially when he spent his entire life convincing people that he was not vertically challenged. The fact that he even thought that his….not tall height helped him so much depressed him. The cool rocks bought relief as it pressed against his skin. Might as well get some sleep while waiting for the sun to go down he thought as he used his coat to block out the remaining sun light.

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Somewhere in this vast, barren desert, a man rides a black motorcycle with crosses and other Christian symbols . His black hair and suit ruffles in the wind as he streaks across the landscape, and sunglasses protect his eyes from the wind and sun. Behind him sits a cross about the same height as the man riding the motorcycle covered in cloth held in place with black straps. As the man races on, he notices something sticking out of a crevasse in a collection of rocks. He pulls over and goes to investigate, making sure to grab the giant cross off the back of the motorcycle. As he approaches, the object sticking out of the rock appears to be a red coat with a rather strange symbol in black on the back: a snake intertwining a cross with a winged crown. I wonder what that symbol means the man thinks.

"Hello," the man cries out, "anyone there? Do you need some help?" Something silver flashes from the crevasse as he draws closer. I take that as a yes the man thinks.

"Hey, can you hear me? Are you conscience?" He hears a grunt and some mumbling. Well, at least he/she is responding to my voice the man thinks as he starts to run over to the red coat.

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The desert heat put Ed to sleep quickly. He was 5 years old, walking behind a boy with short hair as blonde as his except it was a bit duller.

"Hey Al, what's wrong" Ed called out to the boy as the boy picked up speed.

"Al! Hey, wait!" Ed calls out, causing the boy to start running. As Ed starts trying to catch up with Al, he notices that Al's footsteps seem to become heavier as the boy runs faster. "Al!" As Ed stumbles, he looks down, surprised to see metal and steel instead of his flesh leg. What's happening? Ed looks up and gasps; Al's body is changing, becoming bigger, taller and slowly turning into metal. Finally, Al is running so fast, Ed loses sight of him among the trees.

"Al! Where are you! Don't leave me!" Ed shouts in fear. "You're the only family I have left!" He hears someone respond, "Do you need some help?" "Yes," Ed calls out, "I need to find my brother! Have you seen a suit of amour run by?!"

"Are you conscience?" the unfamiliar voice calls out. Ed thought this was very strange. Of course I'm conscience! If I wasn't, I wouldn't be responding to you, now would I? Wait a minute, was he conscience? The last thing he remembers was falling asleep in the desert. That must mean….

Ed's eyes opened quickly as he heard someone approach, he moved quickly to put on his black jacket. He didn't want some stranger to discover his limbs, especially a stranger in some foreign land he knew nothing about. For all he knew, Automail may not exist here. He certainly wasn't trying to be someone's prisoner.

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The man sees some movement behind the coat.

"Hey, are you ok" he asks in a concerned, friendly voice.

"I'm fine" the voice snaps back. From behind the red coat emerges a boy, with long golden blonde hair tied back in a braid, and large golden, glaring eyes. The boy, dressed from head to foot in a black long sleeved jacket and pants, was quite short.

"Whoa, kid, you gave me a scare. For a second I thought you were injured or something." The man gave a warm smile.

"I'm not a kid" the kid spat back, his young face expressing dislike from every inch. Wow, he's pretty hostile the man thought.

"Are you lost?"

"Somewhat" the blonde boy mutters.

"Do you need a ride? I'm heading to May City. I don't know if that's where you're going, but at the very least you can get food and shelter." The blonde continued to glare at the man as he contemplated his offer.

"Okay, fine" he grumbles. The man watches the boy walking towards him. He seems like an interesting character he thinks. Why is he so far out in the desert though?

"By the way, my name is Wolfwood. Nicholas Wolfwood. What's your name?"

"Edward Elric, but just call me Ed"

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Ed emerges from behind his coat, only to see a man dressed in black in front of him. The man had hair as black as his suit. His kind blue eyes were shaped slightly like the Bastard Colonel, and his skin had a tanned look.

"Whoa, kid, you gave me a scare. For a second I thought you were injured or something." The man smiled. Ed glowered.

"I'm not a kid" he spat back. As far as he was concerned, being considered a kid was almost the same as calling him short.

"Are you lost?" the man asked. Ed pauses. Considering his circumstances, he would consider himself pretty damn lost.

"Somewhat" he mutters.

"Do you need a ride? I'm heading to May City. I don't know if that's where you're going, but at the very least you can get food and shelter."

Ed glares at the man. He thinks I'm some poor stupid kid lost in the desert, he snorted, then thought, Well…to a degree I am. But I can't believe he's offering a total stranger help. For all he knows, I could be some psychotic killer. Ed eyes the giant cross on the man's back. Must be a preacher. Great, the last thing I need is to be stuck with some religious nutcase. Despite his reluctance to go with the man, Ed knows he has no choice but to take his offer. He was stranded in a strange place, a desert no doubt, with no money, food, or any means to get around. He had no idea where he was and how close the nearest town was. And if he refuse help from this man, who knows how long he would be out here before anyone else comes by….and how nice they are. As much as he hates to admit it, he needs this man's help.

"Okay fine" he finally responds. As he approaches the man, he noticed something of a smirk on his face, a smirk that reminded him of Colonel Bastard. Grrrr, this guy reminds me of that idiot Colonel. I can already tell my time in this place is going to be hell.

"By the way, my name is Wolfwood. Nicholas Wolfwood. What's your name?" Ed, already convinced that this guy was only the first step to misery, grumbles, "Edward Elric, but just call me Ed

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OK boys & girls, a few things I need to clarify. First, as you can tell, I presented this story from two viewpoints, both Ed's and Wolfwood. The effect was to introduce both characters in a fun way and for you to get a gist on how both characters see each other. I don't think I will be doing this too often, except maybe to introduce new characters (I think its fun to see what the characters think of each other). Also, no offense to anyone's religious beliefs, but Wolfwood is a priest, and so while I tried to avoid any religious references (except the cross), be warned that they will appear later in this story. Finally, I'm sorry if this chapter seems a little dry or boring, but it's really just a pilot/introduction to see how many people will be interested in it. I really need some feedback to see whether this is worth investing any time in, and to improve this chapter if possible. I promise to do better! (btw, thoughts are in italics)

~Ja mata