Renkenjutsu Warrior

This fanfic is a collaborative effort between EverKitsune and Malicious-Alchemist.

Summary: Crossover with FMA. Edward and Alphonse Elric crash land through the gate - in 208 a.d. China, during the battle of Chi Bi. How will they get home when one doesn't even know that the other is there?

Dislaimer: Full metal alchemist belongs to Hiromu Arakawa. Dynasty Warriors is the property of KOEI.

Warning: crossover fic. Collaboration. Movie spoilers

Chapter One by EverKitsune

Edward Elric angled the plane down towards the hole Eckhart had made with the very same aircraft that he was riding in at this moment. He took one last look at the place he knew as home. All this had happened because people were constantly thinking of their own images. Not once had anyone given a thought to the fate that would come of it. He had wanted to go home, his father opened the gate so that he could go home - and even Hohenheim hadn't realized what would happen. Or perhaps he did.

But nevertheless, the dream had ended, and he had to go back. Edward entered the underground city and angled the nose towards the gate. So many people died for a stone. Another vendetta.

Edward grit his teeth as sadness chained his heart. What would Alfonse Heidrich say when he came back through the gate? All that hard work getting him over here, just for him to end up coming back. The large plane shuddered as it hit the side of the building. "A pilot I am not." He muttered grimly, pulling the nose up and then down so that it would go into the portal.

Never again would he see Winry Rockbell. He touched his flesh hand to the automail arm. These limbs were the last things he had from her. She had gotten better, he'd wanted to tell her. But there just wasn't enough time. She was alive at least. She was strong, she could continue without him. Al was going to be with her after all.

And the Colonel. He would never have to listen to that damn Colonel ever again. No more remarks about his stunted growth - he did not just think that - ever again. And anyway, in Germany, no one seemed to mind how short he was. Still, Amestris was his home. He belonged there. He was leaving everyone he knew and loved behind once again. But he was an adult now and a kid no longer. Therefore had no time to dwell on such things. He was going back to close the gate. If he didn't, then Amestris would be in even more danger.

Edward braced himself. Riding through the gate had never been his idea of fun. The gate children would start attacking as soon as he passed through.

But he was doing this with a clear conscience. He knew that he was doing the right thing - perhaps that made it easier to bear.

Upon passing into the gate, Edward realized something was wrong. The Gate children weren't just attacking the plane. It was being taken. Edward swore and backed out of the pilot seat as the whole front was dissolved. The small black arms stretched and wrapped around him, all grinning at him and cackling.

"Poor little child," They said. "Poor selfish child!" they shouted. "Knowing so much and yet so little!" They laughed, dropping him.

"I'm not little!" He shouted, gasping as he was dropped into dark oblivion. He raised his arms to cover his head, but his eyes were wide as he looked around. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, though it felt like he had been falling for ages. A sudden light appeared - a small speck ages away. It looked like a tear in the far horizon. The cold fear that had gripped Edward grew in strength. Was that hell? "Where are you taking me?!" He shouted, looking back the way he came. Nothing but pure darkness. But when he looked back towards the hole, he realized it wasn't a hole at all, but another gate.

As he stared at it, the gate opened. Edward had seen the truth before - but this truth was different. Instead of images of death, there were images of life. "What is this?" He cried, unable to tear his eyes away. "Another one of your damn Truths?" He shouted, crashing through the new gate and into open air.

Bright sunlight blinded him after all that darkness. He winced, then noticed where he was. He was high enough in the sky to notice that he could hardly breath, that he was above a river (which was crowded with boats) and evidently it was some kind of battle. But at the moment he was more concerned about the fact that he was falling right for that river, along with some pieces of left over armor - the only evidence left of what had just gone on in another world.

"Holy shit!" He screamed, covering his head with his hands again. Wind tore at his clothes and hair and the speed he fell at was making it hard to breath. "Damn it!" He gasped, then took a deep breath before he fell into the river with an almighty splash.

The automail made him sink like a rock. Besides the fact that he could barely swim in the first place, the metal compounds of his arm and leg made it completely impossible. The bottom of the river was murky and cold. Edward felt his air straining. He noted the chains of the ship anchors stretching from the river floor to the ships and made his way towards them as quick as he could while stuck on the river floor.

Just when he thought his lungs would burst and his throat would collapse in on itself, his hand felt the cold metal of the anchor chain. He shimmied up the chain as fast as he could go. Right before he felt that he would have no choice but to breathe in water and drowned, his head broke surface.

He gasped, filled his lungs with air slowly, and stretched an arm towards the boat deck. With all the pretense of a drowned rat he dropped to the wooden deck like a pile of stones and sat there for a few moments to catch his breath. He turned over onto his hands and knees and coughed water out of his throat.

He heard the sound of a sword sliding out of its sheath and looked up in alarm. A man dressed in strange armor with an eyepatch - Colonel Mustang much? - and long black hair, swung a curved sword at him.

"Woah!" He yelped, and quickly spun off to the side to avoid the tip of the sword. "What is your damage man?!" He shouted, dodging another blow.

"Fiend! Enemy spy! I'll tear your head off and feed it to the fish!" Xiahou Dun shouted, swinging his sword again. Edward leapt to his feet, leaping back on his hands and swinging his legs around in the air to land on his feet.

"What the hell?!" He shouted. "Who the hell are you?!" The twang of an arrow sounded and rushed right by his head, making Edward freeze. He slowly looked behind him and cursed. Soldiers clad in blue all had bows homed in on him and ready to fire. He looked up at the swords man and narrowed his eyes.

Instead of answering, the cold steel of Xiahou Dun's sword sliced air. Edward discreetly touched his hands together with the hope that his alchemy would work, and smacked the sword point away from his neck - sparks from his alchemy made the air crackle and hiss as he changed the composition on the sword from steel to a much weaker alloy. He backed away, touching his hands together again and dodged another sweeping stroke. He leapt up in a flip, stretching an arm and snapping off a metal pole from the ship and reenforcing the metal with alchemy.

Landing on his feet, he turned the pole and held it out in front of him like a shield. "Look, all I want is answers. Tell me where I am or something worse might happen to you than a freaky looking eyepatch." He shouted.

Xiahou Dun laughed. "You think a pole will assure your safety? Little whelp spy, I'll see you hanged!" He charged forward and brought his sword down. Edward held the pole in both hands and met the blow.

The sword slid neatly in two as it had been so weakened by Edward's alchemy. Xiahou Dun staggered forward in surprise and almost toppled into Edward. He righted himself and gave a look of pure loathing to the foreigner.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked, tossing the useless hilt of his sword aside in fury.

The soaking wet foreigner smirked and let the pole fall to the ground. He stretched his flesh hand out to Xiahou Dun. "I'm Edward Elric. Nice to meetcha." Xiahou Dun stared at the hand and Edward dropped it with a sigh. "So, who the hell are you and where am I?"

TBC...

EverKitsune's drabbles:

Well, this is chapter one. I hope you could all read this with an open mind, as that is what we are looking for. Mal and I will be taking turns with each chapter so please bear with us if it seems choppy. We'll get better (we hope.)

Nevertheless, I must apologize for the shortness. Now I must beg you to leave a review - as open minded as you are. And I will also shut up as I seem to have forgotten what it was I needed to say next (though as soon as this is posted I'm sure I'll remember.)