Disclaimer; I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, Danny Phantom or any characters included.
Claimer; I do own the plot and writing of this fanfiction.

Author's Note;
Hallo, Kinetic here, back with a story about my latest obsession; Fullmetal Alchemist. Honestly, the moment I saw what had happened to our favorite blonde pipsqueak and his metal brother, I just fell in love with the entire anime! It's very well made and extremely interesting to watch. As well as this, Danny Phantom is life, so I thought we may as well do a crossover... right?
Warnings;
In this story there is graphic scenes of torture, blood and abuse, etc. (To be honest, it's like that in all the stories I do...). If this unsettles you, DO NOT READ. That is all. (; I warned you...

I hope you enjoy and I'd really appreciate positive reviews~
-Kinetic.

edited ~ 02/06/2016

(Al is now not coming to Amity like I had planned. He will come in later, though!)

Blood Red
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a Fullmetal Alchemist/Danny Phantom
fanfiction by memeteam2016.

CHAPTER ONE
the prologue

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Knock, knock, knock.

A pair of jade green optics flickered away from the pile of paperwork that lay on his mahogany desk, his gaze falling toward the door of the English classroom. Through the foggy glass window in the wooden postern, Mr. Lancer could see a fuzzy silhouette, shifting around as if uncomfortable with standing outside for such a short yet tense period of time. With a roll of his eyes, the teacher raised his pot-bellied body off his padded chair and strode toward the door, decorating his face with his familiar smug smirk in order to keep the 'intelligent' facade up.

The rusting hinges squeaked quietly as he swung the door open, revealing a figure he clearly recognized as Mrs. Daw from reception. Her mouse-brown hair was shorter then it had been yesterday and the purple smudges that used to be collected underneath her crystal green eyes were more obvious to the eye then it would be considered healthy. Slightly concerned, the English teacher gave his colleague a warm smile that reached his optics. "Good morning, Karen," he greeted in a friendly manner, "how may I help you today?"

She returned the grin with a small one of her own, stepping slowly into his room upon invitation. "Hello, Mitchell," she said, "I'm not going to stay long; I have things to do. But I do need to talk to you about a new teacher that may be starting at this school next Monday." This interested the older man - barely anyone had bothered to try Caspar High School out as a job, due to the paranormal pests they get quite often. As well as this, the teacher would be beginning halfway through the school year; in itself, that was rare.

"Oh," was all he said in response as he moved to sit in his seat once more, "he's beginning in the middle of the year? That's unusual." The coffee mug beside him was steaming as he brought it to his lips, watching Mrs. Daw with a pointed gaze. She shifted uncomfortably once again, her expression folded into one of anxiousness. It was now that Lancer realized she had never really spoken with him before and therefore may be nervous, for whatever reason.

"Yes, I thought so too. His name is Roy, Roy Mustang - he comes from Germany*, but can speak fluent English due to studying it all throughout his lifetime. Even his accent is near perfection - I spoke to him on the phone, you see," Karen was sat on a desk now, her eyes often flickering toward the wall clock behind Mr. Lancer; it was another half hour before classes began, so he had a lot of time before he had to get the slides open for first period English.

The older man blinked. "Curious... what is he teaching?" he inquired, swaying in his wheeled office chair patiently as he took another sip of warm coffee. The taste was refreshingly delicate and he could practically feel the energy and caffeine flowing through his body. Is that unhealthy? he thought briefly.

"I think he's going to be an English teacher, just like you," Karen informed him, wringing her hands as if unsure, "but he's awfully young for such a tall man. He says that he is turning thirty this year. Twenty-nine! That's young to be teaching in a school such as this one. And he sounded very assertive over the phone, too, like he's been trained in the military..." At this, her cheeks bronzed with a hint of red, like she had realized how ridiculous she was beginning to sound.

"Pfft," Lancer retorted cockily, "I doubt he's been trained in the military, Karen. He's probably just a very experienced teacher - perhaps he could even take control of the class I'm teaching first period, despite it seeming impossible. Daniel Fenton and the rest of the golden trio keep leaving halfway through class and I can't get them to stay for the life of me. If he can get them to remain, then I'm all in for it."

"... Isn't it Baxter that you have problems with?" Karen questioned, clearly confused, "he causes trouble in the corridors. Does he not in classes?"

"Not at all! He's an angel child," Mr. Lancer snorted, "why did you need to discuss Mr. Mustang with me anyways? When that mathematics teacher arrived, you didn't tell me of it. I don't understand what makes this guy so important that you come to see me to talk about him." An eyebrow cocked, the overweight English teacher let a sigh rumble through his body, taking another sip of now-cooling coffee.

"Oh no, it is nothing to do with Mr. Mustang... not exactly, anyways. It's who he is bringing with him to start 'temporary education' at Caspar High," the receptionist relayed, her expression completely serious. Seeing that Mr. Lancer was completely blank at what she had said, she continued in a stronger tone. "He's bringing his two adopted children with him to continue with their education here."

"What is wrong with that? He could just be moving house in order to teach here and has to bring his orphaned teenagers along..."

"No, no. He mentioned something to me, something about the oldest having a problem with his arm and leg... I'm not entirely sure, I can't remember that well, but I can conjure that much," Mrs. Daw said, "at first I wasn't concerned about this, but then I realized how some of our students behave towards others... I'm worried that he wouldn't like it here, Edward."

Sighing, Mr. Lancer noted that she had a point. He couldn't be sure what their condition was due to the lack of real explanation but, by the sounds of it, they certainly weren't going to be normal - that was looked down upon by a lot of students enrolled at Caspar High. "What're the student's names?" he asked quietly.

"Roy didn't tell me," she responded quite simply, "it is frustrating, isn't it? He could have told me, but I forgot to ask. Sorry."

"No, it's alright. I was simply interested," Mr. Lancer hummed, "you should go back to work, Karen. Classes will start soon enough and I need to get another coffee and my lunch before that happens." He watched her stand up silently, offering her a half-hearted smile as she moved to the door.

"Yes, I should. Goodbye Mitchell, and good luck with your class." She swung the door open slowly and shuffled out into the now-noisy corridors, closing it quickly behind her as a pile of students began body-slamming the walls in an attempt to make their friends laugh.

Roy Mustang, huh? Mr. Lancer thought to himself as he finished his coffee, a smile on his face.

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Author's Note;
That's the end of the prologue! Usually, I would do it longer, but since this a prologue, I made it intentionally short (just like Ed, hehe).
I'm pretty proud of this, actually.

* - I edited this from Japan to Germany due to something someone pointed out to me. (:

Reviews;
Please offer your opinions below! Even just a line or two of praise or advice would be amazing! I think I'll need around 5 reviews so that I know that my writing efforts isn't for absolutely nothing. Sorry if that sounds like begging - I don't mean for it to be like that~!

Goodbye and thank you,
-Kinetic