A/N: Why, hello there. This is my second Fullmetal Alchemist Fanfiction. I know I have yet to finish my other, but this is a contest between a friend and I. We gave each other an anime and a pairing and had to make a ficcu based off of that. So, I hope you like my try. . Thanks to all for reading!
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist in any way shape or form 3
"Come on! It's just an old legend to scare people away." Said the young alchemist to his colleague, who had the artifact of discussion in his gloved hands. It was almost time for their meeting with the museum to see if they were interested in an artifact they found while searching through ruins in a desert found between the borders of Amestris and Xing.
"I'd rather not take any chances. You know the legend surrounding this thing." Dr. Eckleburg said, examining the object further. "Whoever dare touches the artifact with their bare hands, great consequences shall befall the person."
"Oh, come on! That's not even scientific, how can you believe that crap?" Dr. Wilson replied.
"Then how do you explain all of those disappearances of alchemists before us who tried to claim the urn?" Dr. Eckleburg sighed. They had been having this argument ever since they had found the urn in the desert. It was a brilliant gold urn with intricate silver designs running along the rims of the top and the bottom. One of the designs looked very similar to a transmutation circle, but they couldn't decipher the circle. He had also taken great precaution to the legend that surrounded the urn, so he retrieved the astounding artifact while wearing rubber gloves. He hadn't let it or his colleague out of his sites since Brad Wilson refused to wear the gloves, and he was looking out for his safety.
"What are we going to tell the museum? They're going to want to examine the artifact before putting it up."
"They are already aware of the legends and have already said they were going to take precautions. It's one of the reasons we agreed to handing it over to them, remember?"
"Yea, I remember. But, I still don't think the legend is true. I can prove you wrong too. Hand over the urn." demanded Brad.
"No, I told you I wasn't going to risk it!" It was too late. His colleague had already snatched the urn from his hands.
"See…nothings happened." He replied. But Leo Eckleburg watched in horror as his friend became older and older by the second. Wrinkles were becoming more pronounced on his skin and his hair grayed. He even thought he could see him balding a bit on the top of his head. Then, only a few minutes after he grabbed the urn, there was nothing left of Brad Wilson but a pile of bone dust and clothes.
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"What happened to the other guy?" Asked Ed, interested in hearing the rest of the story.
"Who knows? I think he lost his mind after the death of his friend. He kept mumbling something about the urn." Colonel Roy Mustang sighed.
"What about the museum?"
"Apparently, they believed that the urn was indeed cursed and took it into their own hands. Know one really knows how Doctor Brad Wilson died. I guess people look to the urn as an answer since there was nothing else, but it is completely unscientific. It makes no sense. Which is why they are reopening the case and they want you and I to work together." Mustang grinned. He knew the part about him and Ed having to work together would set the young Alchemist off.
"But why the hell do I have to work with YOU, Colonel Bastard?" retorted Ed. He wasn't happy about having to work with his superior. "Al and I would be fine on our own!" He yelled. Anything would be better than working with the Colonel on an assignment. Ed dreaded the thought of all of the short jokes that were going to get thrown at him.
"Aw, come on, pipsqueak! I don't bite." Ed fumed at that statement and was about ready to give Roy a piece of his mind. Instead, he grabbed his infamous Red coat and headed towards the door.
"When do we leave?" He asked, turning his head just slightly to glare at Mustang.
"Tomorrow evening. I will send a car for you when it's time." Ed just rolled his eyes and left without another word.
Roy smirked as the elder Elric stomped out of his office, like a little child. After a few minutes of silence, he went back to procrastinating on his paper work in peace. It was the first time in a while he really had any time to procrastinate since Hawkeye was always on him about working. Thank god she has the day off. He chuckled lightly and leaned back in his chair, staring out at the white snow that silently fell to the ground.
A/N: x3 Well…what do you all think? I may update depending on how the reviews go. Don't worry, next chapter won't be as boring, but, hey, we have to start somewhere. Right? Anyways, sorry about my bad grammar skills tonight. I'm a bit tired, but happy it's Spring Break! X3 Party!
