A/N: This story is coming along so well. I'm so excited for it. Here is chapter three!

I disclaim ownership of Bleach and FMA.

Chapter Three: Questions

Mustang glanced around in confusion as his men regarded him curiously. He looked back to the two bickering men in the crater. One was obviously around the same age as Fullmetal, and with a similar temper it seemed. His hair was bright orange and messy, his black flowing robes were styled similarly to the Xingese. A huge odd shaped sword, now sheathed, hung on his back.

He studied the other man. Older, a military superior? He looked to be about Mustang's age, and was taller by a head then his companion, though about the same height as the Colonel. His raven hair was oddly adorned with a metal piece he'd never seen before. His garb match the boy's but he wore a white overcoat with a strange design on it's back and along the bottom hem. He also had a sword, albeit smaller, sheathed at his waist.

So his men couldn't see them, yet Fullmetal said he could. Strange, they're obviously there though. A trick of alchemy?

His voice rose and he addressed them once more. "I asked you men a question. Who are you and why can't my men see you? Is it alchemy? Answer me now or I won't hesitate to torch you where you stand!"

"Alchemy? You mean that magical science stuff? Isn't that like, not real?" The orange head answered in confusion. "Oh and I'm Ichigo Kurosaki, a Substitute Shinigami er Soul Reaper. Don't know why we're here or where 'here' is. And normally humans can't see us."

His answers earned him a sharp glare from the other man. "You have not been given permission to disclose sensitive information, Ichigo Kurosaki. Do you wish to be arrested?"

"Wha? No! He asked! Maybe they can help us figure out what the hell just happened! Do you always have to be such a prick?"

"I am a Captain of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads, revealing such information or otherwise interacting with humans is forbidden. Or do you want to fall enemy to the Soul Society again? You arrogant fool."

"Yeah, cause giving my name to a human is totally illegal, seeing as I am a human! Also, those two are clearly not normal humans! Not to mention they've got this strange air around them."

"I am surprised you noticed such a detail, since your reiatsu sensing skills are quite limited."

"It's strange enough for me to notice! Now, can I ask for help, or are you actually gonna arrest me?"

Mustang cleared his throat lightly as the two men lost focus. His attention turned toward his own men, "I don't think we are in any danger men. Return to your duties, my team and I will handle the paperwork on this. Probably just a gas explosion."

"You two," he addressed the strange men again. "If you have no ill intentions, would you please follow me to my office? I'm afraid continuing our talk out here will only bring more unwanted attention. No need to make a scene where one isn't due."

"Ah, sure. Lead the way." Ichigo replied. His companion shot another glare towards the teen, but made no objection as he followed him out of the crater.

~Colonel Mustang's Office~

"Ichigo Kurosaki was it?" Fullmetal asked breaking the awkward silence. "What did you mean by not normal humans?"

"Er well, you see..." He scratched nervously at the back of his head and looked sheepishly at older man.

"Do as you wish," the other man finally sighed.

"Where to start? I'm assuming this isn't the World of the Living that I'm from, cause you guys are totally from a different timeline, like World War II style. Which means we probably fell through a new Senkaimon- world gate and ended up here, in a different world."

"Different world?" Colornel Mustang asked, raising a brow curiously.

"Where we're from, there's three worlds. The World of the Living, kinda like your world but way more advanced. Then there's the Soul Society, where the souls of the deceased go, but it is not actually common knowledge to humans, or living people.

"Finally, there's Hueco Mundo, a world where the corrupted souls go. This guy here is a Shinigami, or better known as Soul Reaper. They're in charge of protecting the worlds and guiding souls to the Soul Society before they turn into monsters. They live in the Soul Society.

"I'm actually a living human who gained the powers of the Shinigami, so I'm the same as him, only still alive. Normally, like I said earlier, humans have no idea of there being more than one world, and they can't see the Shinigami." Ichigo took a deep breath as he concluded his very long explanation.

He glanced at his listeners to see two almost identical, stunned faces looking back at him. The other lady, he assumed, couldn't see him. She looked very lost as she watched her companions, like she hadn't heard a word he said.

"Worlds? Holy crap. So there's more than one world? Wha-?"

"Fullmetal, calm yourself."

"But, there's so much these guys could tell use, I mean other worlds?"

"Fullmetal, don't you have a report to finish? Leave the questioning to me, it's my job to question suspicious people in my office. Not yours."

"Seriously?!"

"Get to work."

Mustang raised a brow at the unintelligible muttering that made it's way out of Ed's mouth. Something along the lines of 'Colonel Bastard ruining all the fun?'

None the less, he complied, turning the coffee table upright and finding a pen and paper amongst the room's chaos. Mustang smirked slightly, however, when the pen in Fullmetal's hand never actually touched the paper. Ed's attention was completely on the two strangers.

"Sorry for the little interruption, gentleman."

"WHA-?"

"So, only Fullmetal and I can see you. If what you said is true, then it's not some sort of alchemy trick. Do you have any proof to back your rather outlandish story?"

"Um, well...that lady there? She can't see us right? I don't sense anything strange from her like I do from you. So there's something that's allowed you and him to see us somehow. That's not really proof though..."

Ed spoke up from across the room. "Mustang and I are alchemists, Hawkeye isn't. Could that be it? That and all those men outside were just regular military guys. We could bring another alchemist in to test that."

"Fullmetal."

"Yeah, yeah. 'Finish the fucking report.'"

Ichigo regarded Ed curiously before speaking up again. "Alchemy? In my world, alchemy is a term used in fiction. So you guys can do magical science stuff?"

"It's not really magic, it's basically all science. Though only a select few have a talent, not to mention mind, for it. Fullme-"

"I'm working on it. Give me a fucking break, Mustang!"

"Perhaps you should let me finish talking, Fullmetal. As I was about to say, maybe you should show them an example. Your alchemy is better suited for 'show and tell' than mine is. I might burn the building down if I play around."

"Oh. Well since you asked. I'll draw an array since it's for the new guys. Might make more since if I do it that way. Now, hehehe, what to do...Aha!"

Mustang watched in slight concern as Ed made his way to his desk. Ed's smile only widened as he fished a piece of chalk from his pocket and began drawing an array on the smooth surface. It took him a few moments to finish the circle before he pressed a hand to it.

A blue flash lit the room, and where his desk once was, stood a very tall version of Ed. He'd made a wooden statue of himself out of Mustang's desk.

"Now, I'm special, a genius really. Cause I can generally do without drawing the array like this," he clapped his hands together and pressed them to the statue. A sigh of relief escaped the Colonel's lips as his desk was once again before him.

"Mustang can't do the clapping version, cause he's not a genius like me. His alchemy specializes in fire, so he's pretty much useless half the time, all the time if it's raining."

"Whoa. That was pretty awesome. It's like a more complicated version of kido," Ichigo said, amazement coloring his words. "Can you do pretty much anything with alchemy?"

"Not everything. There are rules in alchemy. For instance, to create something, something of equal value must be given. You can't make something from nothing, or bad things happen. Also there are forbidden kinds too. Also there are the arrays, they have to be nearly perfect to work right, it usually takes years to master more than one area of study. I'm an exception to that rule. I have the ability to fix the array I want in my head while using my body as the matrix. It's an unusual ability. Therefore I'm a genius."

"That's amazing. Ah! We're supposed to show proof. Think of anything, Byakuya?"

"I have not," came a cold reply.

"Hm... Oh! I have my MP3 player still in my pocket. I brought it to the Soul Society cause Renji wanted to hear some more modern music." He quickly fished it, and his ear buds from the depths of his shihakusho. "It's a tiny machine that plays music. I'm guessing you guys only have old fashioned, what were they? Phonographs?" A curious nod from Mustang, and he continued. "Anyway, this is basically the future version of those things."

He held out the device. Ed, being the closest, carefully grabbed it. "How does it work?"

Ichigo grabbed one of the buds and held it close to Ed's ear, "May I?"

Edward looked at it warily before nodding his approval. Once the bud was secured in Ed's ear, Ichigo turned the player on and pulled up one of his favorite songs. He pressed play.

Instantly, Ed's eyes widened in surprise. "It's music! How does? It's nothing I've heard before. Colonel! You have to try this!"

Before Mustang could even think of moving, Ed was beside him, shoving the other little earpiece into his ear. Roy couldn't help the astonished expression that bloomed across his face.

"How?"

"Like I said, my world is much more advanced than this one. It's like your telephone to people from a hundred years ago. You probably wouldn't understand even if I explained how it works. It's not magic or anything, just very well stored information."

Mustang reluctantly pulled the bud from his ear, it was very intriguing. He briefly noticed Hawkeye coming up beside him to poke at the strange device. "I feel like we've strayed from the purpose of this conversation. I'll consider that proof, now we just need to figure out why only Fullmetal and I can see you two. Not to mention, there's a few more things I'd like to ask about your story."

A deafening roar ripped through the air. All eyes widened at the sound, except Hawkeye, who was once again completely oblivious.

"Is that?" Ichigo looked at Byakuya, concern lacing his tone.

Byakuya nodded. "Hollow."

A/N: I feel like this chapter wandered off without my permission. I had other plans for it, but the characters did not feel like following my orders. I'm sorry if it turned out rough due to that. Not to mention it's almost 2a.m and I am VERY tired. I will update as soon as I can! I will also try to keep a tighter leash on these rebellious characters. My story WILL go as I plan it to.

Also I kept forgetting about Hawkeye standing right there! And Al, where the fuck did he go?! Urgh!

Anyways...

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