FullMetal Alchemist: Allied to Good
My first fic in AGES, thought I'd go for a crossover. Hope people like it, remember to R&R, please!
"NOW'S YOUR CHANCE!"
A boy. Bleeding, battered, but not beaten, heard his father scream at him from the world beyond. Light rushed forward. The last dam inside him had finally been broken, and before the boy's eyes, as he watched his home's tormentor disintegrate into nothing, the light grew, and grew. It was blinding.
His eyes peeled open, and there was nothing. No ravaged mountains, no burnt earth, no demon. Nothing. Nothing but white space, a giant gate, and sitting in front of it, a little grinning man, ominous, and with an overwhelming power. All the white of the space faded to black.
A nice hot mug of tea by the fire. That was how Roy Mustang enjoyed spending his evenings in the year that passed since the attempted 'Shambala Takeover'. There wasn't much else to do posted up at a tiny cabin by Briggs. The simple things were much more of a comfort to him than the hustle and bustle of Central City. He was being promoted back to the rank of Colonel after much debate between the Council and General Grumman. Mustang's reputation as the man who had slain the Furher had put doubts of his trustworthiness in the Council's mind, but after much convincing on the part of General Grumman and all his previous subordinates, led by the General's granddaughter General Riza Hawkeye, the Council agreed that Roy Mustang's skills as a leader would prove useful to their defences. No point in keeping the Flame Alchemist in a land of snow.
So I'm working under Hawkeye, now? Nice. Mustang thought to himself, letting out a dry chuckle as he read the letter from Central. He and his 'Lieutenant' didn't exactly part on a good note. He was to report for duty as Colonel Roy Mustang in a week. Honestly, Roy Mustang wasn't all that interested in becoming Colonel again. He was no longer the man of adventure was all those years ago. Becoming Fuhrer, Homunculi, the Philosopher's Stone, these were all things of the past to him. But his country demanded it of him.
Mustang's eye shifted from his mug to the coffee table, where the envelope lay open with another sheet. He took it from the envelope; it was a picture of his former team. The old gang, the ones that banded together to free Amestris of its corruption. Hawkeye and Hayate, Fuery, Breda, Havoc, Falman, Armstrong, and standing at Mustang's side with a hand on his shoulder, Hughes. On the photograph, it said 'Hope you haven't forgotten us. Hawkeye
"Hughes..." He muttered to himself, put his hand on his eye patch, and closed the other.
Somewhere from the distance, a slight tremor was felt; something had struck the ground, something big. Enough to cause ripples in Roy Mustang's tea. Mustang opened his curtain to see if there was anything abnormal going on outside, and saw a bright golden glow emitting from far away. Much further than he originally thought. The hot drink would have to wait.
Mustang quickly jumped into his car and drove quickly as he could toward the light in the distance. The glow was getting dimmer, he had to hurry.
After half an hour he had found it, but he had been beaten to it. Soldiers from Briggs were already examining the scene.
"What happened here?" Roy asked a Briggs soldier who looked a little less busy than everyone else.
"We don't know," he replied simply, and pointed downward infront of him, "whatever it was, it made that." It was a crater in the ice. A big one. The golden light was different up close than from afar. From this close distance, it looked more like a golden flame than a glow. But as the fire died down, he saw where it was coming from, his eyes wide with horror.
It was a little boy, no older than 12, and spiky jet black hair that, for a second, he thought had a hint of blond. The boy was bleeding heavily from his left arm, and he was unconscious. This was bad.
"Its a kid!" Mustang whispered, and quickly slid down the crater the soldiers still examining the light of the crater rather than what was inside it.
Mustang examined the boy's wound. It wasn't good. This kid needed treatment immediately.
As he emerged from the crater, all the soldiers stared on as he carried the boy in his arms and put him in his car.
"What do you think your doing, Mustang?" a voice bellowed from behind him, it was General Olivier Armstrong, a leader every bit as powerful and fierce as Roy Mustang once was. Nothing like her brother, Alex, though. "I'm taking him to my cabin to treat him!" was his curt reply, Olivier Armstrong grunted.
"Let me remind you that you are now an enlisted man, Mustang! You refer to me as 'ma'am'!" Armstrong barked in Mustang's face. "We're conducting an investigation, and this boy is a clue at the very least! You aren't taking him anywhere!"
"Maybe you can't see how much blood this kid has lost, ma'am! He needs treatment, now!" Roy Mustang retorted loudly, but the woman didn't look interested, "If you drag this out any longer, his blood will be on your hands!" Mustang growled deeply. He knew he was out of place, but a life was at stake.
Olivier Armstrong stared Mustang down, both of them with unshaken confidence, but Armstrong let out a discontented grunt. She knew what had to be done.
"Fine, but we're treating him at Briggs! Its closer and we're better equipped than your poor excuse for an HQ!"
And with that, Olivier signalled her troops and they were off.
"...I think he's waking up." The boy heard the hazy shapes say as he woke in a daze. When his eyes cleared up, he saw men, all in blue uniforms. This didn't look good.
"Where...where am I?" He croaked as he sat up lazily.
"You've been out cold for three days. You heal pretty quickly, wounds like that would have taken anybody else months to heal." Roy Mustang said to the child, with a smile so he wouldn't feel too uncomfortable in a room full of soldiers. This country's military was still very much despised and shunned by the people it vowed to protect.
"Uh...thank you." Said the boy, bandaged all across his left arm, looking confused at his bandages.
"Okay, so he's awake, good." Olivier Armstrong snapped as she entered the room, each step loud as the last, "Let's start with the basics. What's your name?" she demanded, and the boy shot up and sat straight.
"My name's Gohan!"
Well, thats the first chapter. I know this is probably not the most original way to enter a DBZ character into the FMA universe but I couldn't figure out a better way to do it, and I thought it set the mood pretty well.