A/N:
Prayer of sinned authors-
Deity of fan fiction, forgive me for I have sinned. The temptation of making another story was too much despite the other two majorly unfinished ones I have up. I do solemnly swear that this is the last new story I shall post, and if I shall go bad on my promise, flamers shall rain from my e-mail box and I shall be struck down by fanficton site upgrades. Amen, and tacos.*claps once* Alrighty, with an offering and pleas, coupled with a prayer that should be a good mob placa—oh shoot!* runs from evil medieval mob with the pitchforks and such*
Sooooo, um, hi… I'm really really sorry but the plot bunnies were nibbling my brain down so much I could only focus on this! And, I'm sort of re-watching FMA Brotherhood, so it was at the front of my mind.
Please, forgive me! Review, and beat me up for adding this (no, really, hit me with a nailed board or a metal bat*coughH.N.N.K.*)!
So, on to the story! *gets shot*;x^x;
Chapter one- She just fell from the sky?
Edward Elric grumbled as he walked slowly through the desert with an unconscious girl on his back.
'How did this happen, anyway?' He thought angrily, glaring at the soul-bonded suit of armor that was his brother, Alphonse.
Flashback [doo doo doo~]
Edward chased after his brother, trying to get him back for laughing at him, when an invisible wave cut through the air and nearly knocked him and his brother flat.
"What was th—"Edward was interrupted by an almost blinding light shining from above the duo, followed by an earsplitting sound, not unlike the ripping of paper. A portal opened up above them, menacing and dark and swirling with pure malice so strong the brothers could feel it crawling all over their skin, even the one that had no tangible flesh, and let something completely unexpected out of its murky depths to fall onto the sand with a muted thud.
A girl.
Then the portal closed up, but not before reaching out a few inky tentacles towards the girl, caressing her face as delicately as a porcelain doll, and letting out a sinister chuckle so disgusting and hateful that Edward's skin crawled. After that, the sky zipped closed, and if the brothers hadn't been there to witness the happenings of a few moments ago, they would've thought nothing like that had ever happened and the girl had somehow collapsed from heat exhaustion.
Alphonse was the first to break the silence that had settled. "Brother, what just happened? And who is that girl?" he asked shakily, still shocked that he could feel the malice; it still reverberated in his proverbial mind, the feeling that was so unfamiliar and condensed.
Edward, finally snapping out of it, shook his head to get rid of any remaining fear, and replied tentatively, "I don't know, but right now the best answer source would be that girl." and he slowly began to make his way over to the feminine body, now face down in the warm sand.
After making sure none of the malice was left over on the girl's frame, they began to carefully inspect her with as little contact as possible. She was flipped over, and they saw that what she was wearing was not familiar in the least. She looked to be the same age as Edward, though a bit shorter*. She had no visible weapons ('she could have some hidden ones, though,' Edward added suspiciously in his mind), and her clothes were loose but thick, not at all suited for the desert. Her shirt was white, baggy and with broad, long sleeves. It was similar to a bathrobe**, tied at the waist with a white cloth belt. Her pants were also quite baggy, pleated, and tied at the same place her shirt was fastened. She wore pristine white socks and sandals made of straw. Her hands were scarred, which didn't look like they belonged on her petite frame and her eyes had slight bags on them, the kind made from stress and missed sleep***. Her hair, now ridden with sand, was a strange shade of navy blue, and was down to her lower back.
The mutual deduction was that after close inspection, nothing more was found out other than that the girl was into archery and missed a lot of sleep. Her name, her origin, and her purpose were still unknown, and she was beginning to sweat a bit.
"Brother, what do we do now? She doesn't look like she'll wake up anytime soon, and she is the only one who knows what that was." Al said, a little curious now that the initial fear was gone. She was, now that he thought about it, very pretty, and didn't look like the type to be able to successfully fake unconsciousness.
"Well, Al, she can't stay here, and I'm curious, so let's take her with us and interrogate her when she wakes up. Here, carry her," He said, picking her up and holding her out to Al.
"But I can't carry her Brother! My suit might burn her, and besides," he added, looking down at his feet, "I'm sinking again… You'll have to carry her," he said, trying to shake sand out of his feet frantically.
End flashback
'I wonder if she came from the Gate,' he thought, wondering about the portal that brought her to the desert, looking into the sky as if it was still there, looming overhead and exerting a feeling of pure evil.
As the trio of adventurers walked into Liore****, two sets of eyes watched their movement from an unknown location.
'Damn you. You knew that this would happen, didn't you?'
'Of course I did, I enjoy her suffering more than anything else. Don't you know that?'
A/N:
Le gasp! What will happen next?
If my internet provider isn't an arse, the next chapter shall be up soon.
*I looked up the heights online, and Edward is 5'5, while Kagome is 5'1.
**Let's pretend they have bathrobes there, just in case.
***Is there any other kind? XD
****The town they meet Rose in. I looked it up.
Alright, bye! YAAAAAWN~ I'mma so tired.
