Ed sighed. Happy to see the sun shining over his head but hating how his metal heated under the sky. He scowled angrily when a man, clearly dressed as a thief, began to run towards him, grinning. Ed rolled his golden eyes and looked towards his younger brother who was walking behind him, his suit still as loud as ever. He glanced back at the thief as he got closer and saw an Amestrian officer behind him blowing a whistle for people to get away. Without a second thought he held out his right arm tripping the thief making him fall over. The bag he held spilled its contents of jewelry, money, and of course, police badges. The Amestrian officer with blue eyes quickly caught up and put cuffs around the thiefs hands.

"Thank you sir! You're surprisingly strong for a kid." The guard said with a smile.

Ed's eyebrow twitched. "I just tripped the guy. See ya'." He walked past him with a slight wave.

"Brother, shouldn't we report to the Head Quarters?" Al asked still looking at the officer.

"Tch. What for?"

"Well we might have a new mission! Who knows, it might lead to the stone." Al reasoned, hoping it would stir some fire in his brother.

"Al, we don't have time for a damn mission. Especially with those humunculi on the loose."

Al thought about them, the humunculi. Lust and Envy and Gluttony, the supposed immortals. What could they be after? Could it affect more than just them? What if effected Winry or Pinako or even the entire country?! They needed to take a break from it all. And Al knew that's what this mission could do for them. All he needed was for his brother to get with the idea. He looked so tired, but then again he's always been tired since the last chase down that left in another auto mail repair. Yeah, a nice simple mission would be perfect for them.

"That's why, brother, we should take this mission! We could use a breather from them. Let's just take a simple mission on then get right back to work. Who knows? It might be fun."

Ed mulled over his words. A break from this humunculis business? Maybe a break could lead to new ideas. Then new ideas to actions, actions to kicking butt, and kicking butt to rubbing it in Colonel Bastard's face. He smirked, his golden eyes twinkling. That'll be the plan.

"Fine Al. Let's get to HQ and get our mission from Colonel Bastard."

Mustang sat at his desk staring dully at the stack of papers Hawkeye brought him a few minutes ago. All of these were just different missions from all over the country. Tch, why should he have to do all the damn missions. Where the hell was FullMetal? He called him nearly two days ago and he still wasn't here. Mustang tapped his fingers against his desk impatiently. Was that shrimp ignoring him? If he was he was going to get burned. Maybe in a literal sense. Then Hawkeye walked threw the doors, stone faced as always.

"Sir, the FullMetal Alchemist, Edward and his brother, Alphonse, are here."

'About damn time.' Mustang thought. "Send them in."

Ed and Al walked in, Ed with his red coat over his shoulder and Alphonse walking tall.

"FullMetal, I got a mission for ya'. Are you up to it? Probably not, knowing you."

"What was that Colonel Bastard?" Ed asked already scowling, "I'm up for anything, I'll do whatever mission I'm givin."

"Heh. Fine here it is." He tossed a paper on the desk that Ed scowled at. He snatched it up and stared at it. It was a murder case. Or rather a serial killer case.

"Ha! Gotten so old you can't even catch a regular murderer?" Ed taunted, smirking.

"This particular murder is special. Or are the words to short for you to understand?" He smirked as he saw Ed crush the paper in his automail hand.

"WHO'RE YOU CALLING "TOO SHORT TO EVEN RIDE A KIDDY ROLLAR COASTER"?!" He yelled slamming his hands on the desk. Al sweatdropped at his brothers interpretation.

"So if you won't read it I guess I have to tell you FullMetal." Mustang gave his prize winning smirk and stood. "This serial killer doesn't leave a body. And that's not the only special thing. He comes out during the day, kills his victims, then leaves. It doesn't matter who, where, or what time. There's not body, no blood, not even the sound of the victim dying."

Ed rose a brow. "So what he says "abracadabra" and the body disappears?" Ed asked irritated.

"Some think it's alchemy. Others say it's an angel of death."

"Tch. Why would they say that? It's a serial killer for sure."

"Yeah but he's dressed like a grim reaper and carries a scythe."

"So he's a psycho?"

"Best guess. So you up for it? Or should I handle it?" At Ed's glare he knew he'd already accept.

"Where does he usually show up?" Al asked, genuinely curious.

"He's been heading south from what my reports say. And he disappears without a trace." He tapped his desk. "He kills, runs, then disappears."

Ed thought about it. For an alchemist it would be easy. Trap the culprit in whatever is near, cuff him, then take him to jail for him to live out his days in a closed corner cell. If Mustang couldn't do it, he sure as hell would.

"Where's the next location he should hit?" Ed asked, his eyes gleaming in excitement.

I feel accomplished, finally putting up a Soul Eater/FullMetal Alchemist crossover. It took forever. But I'll update it as soon as I can which might be every other day. But I'll still try! In the mean time give me some feed back. Was it good, bad, somewhere in between? I know this is only the first chapter but I'd like to know! Anyway, WolfGal out!

Question for you:

Did I get anything wrong when portraying a character? (Mustang, Hawkeye, etc.)