Authors Notes: O.O hey all! Wow, I finally decide to write a fiction, and guess what? It's horrible! Well, I just had this RANDOM idea that FullMetal Alchemist should come across Shaman King. But I haven't exactly figured out the whole plot yet. So, I guess this could also turn into an extremely short one-shot too. It depends on what you guys think, should I continue or no? And if I do, does anyone want to help be my beta, because apparently, as you can all see, my writing is absolutely insert-urge-to-puke-horrible.
Disclaimer : I do not own Shaman King or Full Metal Alchemist. :D
The wind blew past like current over ocean. All of Izumo was blanketed in icy cotton. Two shadows in the distance speak to one another.
"Remind me why we are even out here?"
"Because there is a possibility that a person is trapped out in the cold."
"But then again, it could just be nothing."
"Are you questioning my senses, old man?" He scowls in return."I can feel the energy coming from..." her wrinkled face turns exactly eighty degrees to the left. "There."
The man's gaze also hover towards where his wife's was, and what else catches his eye but the huge lump of white that's formed on the top of the frosty surface.
"Well, that's noticeable, anyway..." He turns to leave. A hand drags him back.
"Asakura, get over here."
The woman bends down and lightly brushes away the snow at the peak of the lump, revealing a spot of golden... hair?? 'So it is a person...' Hurriedly, she swipes away all of the snow off the surrounding area.
"He doesn't look like he's from around here." Came Yohmei's –suddenly annoying- voice. "Hey, what's this?" Curiously, he picked up the silver pocket watch hanging from the foreign boy's waist. Carvings of what looked like a demented dog with a ghost like tail were engraved on it.
"Open it and see if we can find out anything about him." Commander ordered.
"....."
"Well?" she was becoming impatient.
"I... don't know how."
"What is it with you and simple requests?" yanking it off her foolish husband's hands, Kino pushed a knob at the top of the clock.
-creak-
"Look, is this English?" on the side of the watch were imprinted the words "Don't Forget, 3.OCT.11".
"Carry him back before he gets a frost bite."
"Who, ME?"
"No, smart one, me, now hurry up!!!"
In the Rockbell house, Alphonse Elric, is franticly pacing back and forth around the floor.
"I really hope Nii-san is okay."