.::It's A Matter of Convenience::.
Maiwyn Hearts
-and-
Solunaterr
(Chapter One)
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A/N: Before I go into this whole tale of awesome-ness, there are a few things you need to know:
1. WE are very proud to display the results of our hard work, Solunaterr and I.
2. Hi. Please read this, we spent hours writing up the storyboard for this. ((sweatdrop))
3. Uhm… I'm not sure if co-authored fics are accepted into the fanfiction community, I mean- I've seen them a few times…
4. Some of the stuff in this fic is going to be mangaverse, so if you haven't read every single little page of FullMetal manga there is, do so now, because my friend over here is a FMA manga otaku.
Disclaimer: I don't own FullMetal Alchemist. If I did… I'd make Ed wear a brown jacket from Billabong (which I, unfortunately, don't own TT.TT), slip-on shoes with wacky colored socks, a leather wrist-band watch, and a newsboy hat (or whatever they call them).
Summary: Edward is pulled into an assassinating organization during a mission and is pursued by the military via a hired mercenary. Will he clear his name in time? Or will he be killed in the process?
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General Hakuro wasn't aware of the danger aimed at him. He was currently visiting Brigadier General Victor Valken, the BlackFire Alchemist, in South HQ. Just seeing how operations were going.
The 28 year-old Brigadier General lounged in his luxurious leather chair, his ice-blue eyes staring holes through the older General. His dirty blond hair hung over his eyes and even went to stick out slightly on the sides. The ridiculously young Brigadier General was famous for his skills in utilizing flame and bending light to create intimidating and fear-inspiring attacks. He was also infamous for his expert skills with women, rivaling those of Colonel Roy Mustang.
"So, what do you wish to discuss, General Hakuro?" Valken asked, twirling a pen around his fingers.
"I was inspecting the area with my escort, and so I decided to see how the operations are going in South HQ. Have you-" Hakuro was cut off as he stared at the reclining Brigadier General.
Living up to his reputation, Valken had a leather-bound notebook in his hands, intently screening its contents intently. "Let's see… I've a romantic candle-lit dinner with the beautiful lady Yuna tonight, Miss Lockheart invited me to a play on Saturday, and I of course cannot ignore the ravishing Miss Matsumoto… Also, I have yet to win the hearts of the ladies Kairi, Ashelia Dalmasca, Naminé, Lulu, Rosalie Hale, and Alice Cullen… But how to fit the equally beautiful Quistis, Rinoa, and Aerith Gainsborough into my already crowded schedule?" (If you know every single character mentioned there, congratulations, you've watched every anime I adore furiously, read almost every book I love, and played every game I play or hear about.)
General Hakuro was not amused. "Brigadier General, this is not the time to be concerned with your love life. We are in a crisis with the killings of the Generals visiting South HQ and I will not tolerate your infernal ramblings about women-"
Valken raised his icy eyes up to Hakuro's. "What was that?" The air seemed to crackle. The state alchemist raised his left hand and waved it casually.
A flash of cold, black lightning blazed past the General's left ear, leaving a stinging cold burn after it. Hakuro took a step back, terrified of the now merciless Brigadier General.
"What… what do you think you're doing, Brigadier General!? How dare you raise a hand against a superior officer! I should have you court-martialed-"
Valken stopped him with his ice eyes. "Did you know, sir, that there are extra nerve connections in my automail left arm? And that with the transmutation circle inscribed inside its metal, with just a casual wave of my arm I can manipulate the air's temperature, hardness, and also bend light to create lightning? There are things far worse than death, General Hakuro; and as it so happens, I can make that a reality…" Valken took a step forward-
And Hakuro staggered out of the room, too terrified to stand up for himself.
Valken smirked.
"Have a nice last night alive, General Hakuro. Farewell."
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"Daaaaaamn…" Edward mumbled, staring up at the Central Headquarters building. He closed his bright gold eyes and heaved a sigh. "I hate summons."
His little brother, Alphonse, stood next to him, his large armor body blocking out the hot Central sun, letting the shorter Elric enjoy the shade (not really, of course. He was too busy griping about the summons from Colonel Mustang.).
"Big Brother, you shouldn't-" Alphonse was interrupted by a high-pitched and highly noticeable meeooww… coming from inside his armor.
"Alll… you're hiding another cat inside your armor, aren't you?" Ed groaned, slapping his forehead with his left hand in exasperation. "I've told you over and over again: STOP PICKING THEM UP! Your armor isn't an orphanage for cats!"
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"The Colonel will see you now." Ed entered Mustang's office and saw nothing but pillars of paperwork.
Literally.
Colonel Roy Mustang's head just barely peeked out from the piled up paperwork (which, if he wanted to, he could simply burn up using his ignition gloves) to look at the newly arrived alchemist.
"FullMetal. As you can see, I'm busy right now. Come back in a year or two."
"This is what I get for coming all the way from the Briggs Mountain Range just to see you? That's nice, Colonel." Edward replied, a derisive smirk on his face. "Looks like your paperwork has finally caught up to you."
"Oh. Right. Why I called you here." Mustang not-so-carefully cleared off his desk, using his hands to slide the mountains of papers off the surface of his work table. The paperwork unceremoniously fluttered to the ground. The Colonel focused his coal-black eyes on the FullMetal Alchemist.
"Are you aware of the string of murders occurring in the Central, South, and East HQs?"
"Um… I was in a snowy, mountain range that was almost completely cut off from civilization for weeks."
"Right. In that case, I'll just have to fill you in." Roy said. The dark-haired Colonel fished out a page out of one of the lakes of papers on the floor.
"First off: All the victims have been in the military. Generals, Brigadier Generals, a few Colonels here an there…"
"Sounds dangerous. For you." Edward snorted, sounding like his usual, sarcastic self.
"For you as well, FullMetal."
"I'm not a rank of any importance."
"The murders follow a simple pattern: Brigadier General, General, Colonel, Brigadier General, Colonel… " Roy trailed off.
"Then State Alchemist, regardless of rank."
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MH: Lalalalalaaaaaaa!!!!!!! Hah!!! I'm sorry if some of you were expecting a new KH fic… but I'm experiencing serious writer's block, so I decided to start this monster up in order to perhaps gain some ideas. Sorry my readers ((cries))