Despite the description, this is not a crack fic. XD
I've been looking around the site and I've noticed that most fanfics have the same things; Elrics as adult or teenagers. What about when they were kids? Did everyone just up and leave the 11 and 10 year-old Elrics behind somewhere? To be honest, I thought they were kind of cute as kids, running around, trying to learn alchemy. I've also noticed that people go to the FMA world, but so very few times do FMA characters end of here in our world (unless it's a Post CoS fanfic). So my funky self got to thinking and I came up with this story.
King of Anything is in the POV of Sora David, an eleven-year-old girl who has no idea what FMA is. All she knows is that something is bad wrong with her television and her older sister (who does know what the show is) is freaking out and is doing nothing to help. And during the entire time, their parents are away on a business trip. Chaos, anyone? X3
Reviews are welcomed, but not required. Critiques are appreciated, but flames will given to Gluttony to eat. ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA, but I do own Sora and Luna David.
"I'm not a queen of the land or a princess in her castle, much less a king of anything. I'm just a human, and that's all I'll ever be. That's all I want to be."
Chapter One:
Saturday mornings could not get any better. I watched, wide-eyed, as Luna pulled the sacred box of cereal down from the top of the refrigerator. It was red with colorful piece of heaven scattered about in the milky bowl printed on the cardboard. My older sister turned around, her emerald eyes shining triumphantly.
"Yes!" I yelled, pumping my fist in the air. "Lucky Charms!"
"Shush, Sora! You'll wake the whole house!" she giggled, but I knew she didn't mean it. After all, she loved the marshmallow-y goodness too. That was one of the million things we had in common. Our odd names being one of them.
Luna and Sora. The moon and sun. Originally, our nick names weren't intended to be yin-yang, they just kind of ended up like that.
Luna David may be my oldest sister, but she easily pass as my twin. My perfect twin. Imagine a red-haired Barbie doll that actually had some meat on her bones. Take away the 'I want to be a raccoon when I grow up' eyeliner, and you have my sister. Her real name is Sarah, but since there were too many Sarahs in the school, all of the poor teachers kept getting confused. One of her friends started calling her Luna Lovegood, after some weird white-haired girl on a movie Luna loves. It was rumored that it really was derived from the word 'lunatic,' which may have also contributed a little.
But to every moon, there is a sun.
Sora David; me. When I started going to the intermediate school, they recognized me as Luna's sibling and decided that she needed a fiery counterpart. Unlike my suave sibling, I have a tendency to be wild, loudmouthed and curious. My mother jokes and often calls me Ms. Nosy. My real name is Elizabeth, but bleh. Elizabeth? Please, it sounds like I was named after some old lady from the sixteen hundreds.
Other than our personalities, Luna and I could have been the same person. We have the same fiery-red hair (but mine is curly and sticks out in every direction), bright green eyes (thought Luna's is just a shade darker), and slender physique. I'm eleven; Luna's fifteen.
"Come on!" I giggled as I grabbed her arm and drug her out of the kitchen and down the hallway to our room. Yes, we shared a room. (But that also means I have to share the Wii, PS2 and television...) Luna slammed the door as we toppled into the room, wide grins on our faces.
"Success!" we crowed and exchanged a five five. We tore open the brand-new box of Lucky Charms and popped a handful into each others mouths, scattering a few spare pieces on the carpet. Oh, well. Someone could vacuum later.
Luna flopped down on my bed, the lower of the bunk beds, and snatched up the remote from the night stand. Propping her feet up on the rungs of the ladder, she flipped through the channels.
"So, Sora, what do you wanna watch?" asked Luna as I splayed out in the middle of the floor.
"How about that weird show you always tell me I can't watch until I'm older?" I asked eagerly.
She rolled her eyes. "No way. Night Court is definitely not a show for kids your age."
"What about Huffy, or what ever that show was?"
"You mean Buffy? And no, that's not for you either."
"What about that other one? Y'know, that one about the plane crash."
Luna facepalmed. "No, Sor. You're not watching Lost. Isn't there anything else you want to watch that might actually be your age?"
I folded my arms. "I'm not watching that Pokemon stuff. It's boring."
She sighed and closed her eyes. "How about a different anime?"
I blinked. "Okay..? What's it about?"
"Two brothers that-"
"I don't wanna watch a show about boys! I already have to put up with them at school!" I whined.
"It has a girl in in it," she said.
"Yuck! Romance!" I squealed and covered my face quickly. "I don't wanna grow up and have hormos! They make you obsess over stupid boys!" I peeked through my fingers up at her to see her reaction.
"It's hormones, Sora, and no, they don't make you obsess over anything," said Luna quickly, her face pink. "And besides, they don't fall in love. It's nothing like that. He actually helps her, in a twisted sort of way."
I frowned and looked up at her. "You mean like the game Twister?"
She sweatdropped. "No, Sora... Just- let me show you, alright?"
I nodded and sat up, leaning against the night stand as Luna got up to fiddle with the blu-ray player. After a minute or so of poking and prodding, she finally pulled a small DVD set from the shelf and flipped it open. As I watched on, she popped the first disc out, slipped it into the blu-ray player, set the box next to the television and flopped back down on the bed.
We started to watch and at first, it was all boring talk. I yawned as the screen flashed. There were two boys around my age doodling on the floor with chalk- blah blah blah.
"When does the girl come in?" I asked.
"Hush! You're going to miss it!" she shushed me and pointed at the screen.
I glanced up in time to see a flash of red light shoot past the blonde boy's face. It arched over his into, its light casting odd shadows around the room. The music had changed. Gold light melted into a sea of dark violet and red. Suddenly, blackness swept across the screen, obscuring my vision. I gasped as I caught a glimpse of the brunet boy, green-brown eyes wide with fear. Wild whipping through my already messy hair and I reached up to flatten it-
Wait... Why would there be wind?
A purple and blue whirlwind started up in the center of the odd circle thing the boys had drawn. Just beyond it, I could barely make out gleaming red eyes.
"Luna, I'm scared! Turn it off! Turn it off!" I whimpered and clung to my legs. I shot my sister a sideways glance to see her sitting there, froze, her eyes glued to the screen.
But the screen was no longer there. Violet light flooded the room and long, black tentacles reached out to me. Black fog swept from the screen into the room. I couldn't see I thing. I screamed once, then it faded and there was a small cough. At my feet.
I looked down in horror to see a slightly familiar blonde boy curled into a ball, shivering. I stared down at him, eyes wide, then let loose with everything I had.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeekk!" I shrieked and tumbled away from the boy. I scrambled to my feet, yelling as loudly as I could.
"Ah!" the boy suddenly shot to his feet. We stared at each other; me, fearfully; him, warily.
"Mom?" he asked in a small voice.
"Eeep!" I squeaked and inched backwards into the corner.
The boy froze, then looked around, his golden eyes narrowed slightly. "Al?"
A swift peek at Luna showed her still paralyzed on the bottom bed. I looked back to see the blonde boy bend over the form of the brunet. He wasn't moving. I gulped.
"Is he dead?" I asked hoarsely. The blonde jumped and whirled around, then blinked as if he'd just realized something.
"Hey, who are you? Where are we?" he demanded.
"Brother..?" the brunet moaned softly. His brother was at his side in an instant.
"Al? Alphonse! Are you okay?"
"Yeah... did it work?" asked the other boy.
"I... I don't know, Al..." he looked around, then seemed to notice Luna. "Hey! Where are we?"
"My bedroom," croaked Luna.
The blonde frowned. "But... but... NO!" He fell to his knees, hands balled into fists. "Dammit... it didn't work! It didn't work..." his last words were a faint whisper. "We failed."