A/N: Hey, peeps of the fanfic world! I have for you a Death Note/FMA crossover! Read on, my babes! Special thank you to my beta, Eevil Hero.

Disclaimer: Don't own Death Note, don't own FMA, don't own the Archangels (just the version I've made of them).

Chapter 1: Angelic Appearances

"Saint Michael the Archangel,
defend us in battle;
be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil.
May God rebuke him, we humbly pray:
and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host,
by the power of God,
thrust into hell Satan and all the evil spirits
who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls.
Amen."

-Catholic Prayer

Michael had his sword to the Shinigami King's throat.

"How could you have let this happen?" he questioned angrily, "Death Notes don't belong in the human world, and yet you have allowed this one to slip by your notice, thus resulting in this mass slaughter!"

Saying that Michael was upset would be like saying that Ryuk had only a passing fancy for apples. He had appointed the Shinigami King to watch over this world for him. He and his kinsmen couldn't be around all the time. The Angels had to look after all the worlds and all the universes. It seemed as if he had misplaced his trust in this creature, and betrayal was not something he tolerated.

The Shinigami King was on his knees, begging Michael to spare his life. He, the one whose form humans were unable to comprehend. He, who ruled over all Shinigami, over all of death. He was a powerful creature, indeed, but he was a sane one, and anyone sane, no matter how powerful, feared the Archangels.

"Please! Ryuk acted of his own accord! He tricked me! Please, I beg of you! There was nothing I could do!" he pleaded, cowering before Michael.

A hand covered Michael's, gently forcing him to lower his weapon.

"Michael, this isn't the answer. You're letting your anger get in the way of your judgment. I've observed Ryuk before, and believe that he needs to be removed." The other's voice was steady and logical. It cut through his companion's anger.

Michael sighed and sheathed his sword.

"You have a point, Gabriel," he admitted, "But that won't be enough. That human was far too powerful, and I fear that the notebook will continue to cause damage even after his death. It needs to be removed from this world as well."

Michael paused and thought for a moment. Then he turned back to Gabriel and pointed at the portal to the human world.

"Go," he said, "Retrieve the Death Note. Keep it safe in your possession for now. I will go to another world and seek out the one who currently carries the symbol. When I find that person, bring it to him."

Gabriel nodded and, spreading his wings, flew down to the gruesome scene that had just occurred in a certain warehouse in Japan. Michael turned back to the shuddering Shinigami. He pulled out his sword and held it to its throat once more.

"Keep better control over your subjects, or I won't be as merciful next time," he threatened. He then spread his wings and flew to the next world to begin his search.

Edward Elric found himself buried under a pile of rubble. He was unable to move. He couldn't clap his hands at all. Without alchemy, things seemed pretty hopeless. Ed had already told Al to go off in another direction and get backup while Ed held them off, and now he was left alone without help.

Ed lied with his face in the dirt. He was loosing blood and his body was going numb. He still tried to struggle, but it was pointless. He was done for.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew past him, and he felt the weight of the rubble lift. Just before he passed out, he could've sworn he'd seen a flurry of wings.

Ed opened his eyes. The world seemed to spin and blur, so he blinked a few times to clear his vision. He sat up in the bed he found himself in and the world spun again. He groaned and put his head in his hands.

"Are you alright?" said a voice. Ed looked up to find the speaker, blinking a few more times to bring him into focus.

Sitting, cross-legged, on the foot of the bed was a young boy. His skin and hair were dark and his eyes were a brilliant shade of green.

"Who are you?" Ed asked.

"Raphael," the boy answered, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay. How did I get here? And where is here?" Ed asked, rubbing his temples.

"My brother, Gabriel, brought you," Raphael said. Ed paused and looked at him with a confused expression.

"You don't remember? You've been awake a couple of times this month," said Raphael. Ed's expression changed to one of surprise. He'd been there for a whole month?

"Easy, Raphael," said another voice, "You're overwhelming him,"

"Sorry, Gabriel. I'm not good at giving people information. That's your forte," Raphael said.

Ed looked over to see Gabriel. He found a tall man with long, blonde hair and clear eyes. He turned to Ed.

"Hello, Edward. It's good to see you awake and aware." He held out his hand and Ed shook it.

"I hope we haven't inconvenienced you," Gabriel went on, "There was no hospital for miles and your wounds were pretty serious."

"Nah," Ed replied, "I guess I owe you for saving my ass."

"I don't deserve all the credit. Raphael is the one who stitched you up," Gabriel said, gesturing towards the boy, "I know he seems childish,"—a glare towards Raphael—"but he's extremely competent in the medical field."

Ed looked at the boy, who smiled hugely in return. Ed smiled back, and let out a yawn.

"I'd say two more days of bed rest before you can leave," Raphael declared, looking him up and down. Ed tried to formulate a protest, but ended up just yawning again. Soon after that, he drifted back to sleep.

When Ed had healed and ready to leave, Gabriel came to him with a task.

"I want you to take this," he said, handing Ed a small, black notebook. Ed flipped through it. It was all written in a language that he didn't recognize and most was in an alphabet he'd never seen before. He looked up with a puzzled expression.

"Keep that safe and secret, and, above all, do not write in it," Gabriel said sternly.

"Okay..." Ed agreed, still confused, "But what exactly is it?"

"Just trust him," Raphael advised, "He knows what he's talking about. Besides, if you want to repay us for saving your life, this would be the way to do it,"

Ed had said that he owed them for saving him, so he pocketed the notebook. He supposed his questions could wait. Gabriel and Raphael then insisted on escorting him to the train station, so they all set out together.

"Piggy-back time!" Raphael shouted, jumping on Gabriel's back. Gabriel groaned.

"Can't you at least try to act your age?" he questioned, "What would Michael say?"

"He'd say you're being a stiff, old codger and to relax a little," Raphael said gleefully. Gabriel sighed in defeat and walked on.

Ed found himself chuckling by the end of the exchange, and wondered how his own brother was doing.

His own brother! Crap! He'd forgotten to call and say he was alright! Al was probably worried sick by now.

"Gabriel, there doesn't happen to be a phone around here, does there?" he asked. Gabriel said that there wasn't. Ah, well. Ed supposed he'd just have to surprise his brother upon his return.

A/N: There you have it! The first chappie! I hope you liked it!