Author's Note
In all seriousness I don't own Sailor Moon or Fullmetal Alchemist, yet the concept is mine. Please don't take it without my consent… PLEASE…
Thanks for all of your reviews, especially to those who reviewed in the beginning. This wouldn't be here without them.
And on a lighter note, that last day has so many wonderful memories… and guess who is with who when the sun rises? Enjoy!
Sailor Moon and the Philosopher's Stone
Chapter 9: Codename Edna
In the next twenty-four hours, there was nothing too exciting for the group. They merely played the waiting game, the excitement from yesterday long since gone. They watched each other count the minutes, and gave up on either moping around or even playing random games such as telephone.
"The cute boy has twenty-four eardrums?" Ed asked, as the group giggled (as some may have guess Roy and Al are silent).
"No, the toy has twenty more air pockets than the average toy golf ball," Sailor Mercury said, smiling.
"Let's play again!"
Who wouldn't get bored of that? Or how about the rousing games of dodge the flames that Roy started throwing after one round of telephone?
"Flamey is an idiot?" Roy thought he heard. He looked at the group, who all shuddered, as they realized Ed wasn't the only one who was short-tempered.
"RUN!" Ed cried, as the group ran around in circles, explosions erupting all over the area.
"That nearly singed my hair!" Sailor Venus cried.
"That nearly singed my hand!" Ed added.
"That nearly singed my loincloth!" Al finished, as the group looked at him. Roy suddenly looked as though he was about to lose his composure, as he seemed to hold himself to prevent laughter.
"Loincloth?" Roy asked. The group was still giving Al a strange look.
"What? It's true!" Al replied.
Good times. Good times. And then there was that final moment where Sailor Mercury got tired of Ed's implied taunts.
"So, as I was saying, alchemy can fix anything that's broken without the need for spare parts."
"But that would be defying the law of conservation of mass."
"Not if you use the ground to create the spare parts. With your method you have to go find these parts, manufacture them, and then fix them."
"That's it!" Sailor Mercury cried. "You're in for it now Alchemy Boy!"
"I can't help it that your methods are primitive," Ed replied, not paying attention. The group surrounding him was gone in all in seconds.
"MERCURY ICE BUBBLES BLAST!"
"Maybe we should rename him to the Icicle Alchemist," Roy whispered, chuckling.
I'm sure Roy had a few more fun things to say to the boys back home after Ed's antics then.
As they finally started to settle for the night, Sailor Venus jumped with glee.
"Hey guys!" she cried, awakening Roy, who was half-asleep already.
"What?" Ed moaned. "What could you possibly want now? We already played your twenty rounds of telephone!"
"I just had an idea. To prevent the whole chameleon thing from happening again, we should come up with code names for ourselves!" she announced. "For example, Fullmetal can be Edna because it's short and sweet, just like him!"
Ed prevented all urges to strangle the girl, for she had clearly mentioned his stature, and then complimented him. Somehow, he could overlook his shortness for just this once.
"That's a great idea!" Sailor Moon replied.
"Of course you think it's a great idea," Sailor Mars grumbled. "But you'll always be Meatball Head."
"Princess Meatball Head to you Mars!" Sailor Moon giggled.
"Actually, this might be a good idea, if we decide on the names right now and don't discuss them until after the trial starts," Sailor Mercury said. "That is, of course, if you can handle keeping your new name a secret until then."
"I will Mercury, I promise!" Sailor Moon whined, as the group looked to Roy. "Can we please?"
The entire gang of girls gave Colonel Roy Mustang the puppy dog eyes.
"When was this my decision?" Roy asked.
"Just now apparently," Ed replied. "Just say yes and get it over with."
"Why should I say yes?"
"It would make them happy," Al pointed out.
"I don't know what you're teaching your brother Edward, but it stops now," Roy said.
"But we're just going with what you said. We're being nice to the ladies," Ed said, sounding like a little boy. Roy sighed.
"Fine," he replied. The girls cheered.
"I know! We'll call Mars Red Hot Mama!" Sailor Moon exclaimed. The group sweat dropped, as Sailor Venus pushed Sailor Mars and Ed to the side.
"They have been named. Who's next?" she asked, as the group took a deep breath.
"Foxy Chick with a Wrench!" Sailor Moon nominated, pointing at Winrey.
"Sailor Moon, be more original, please," Sailor Mars sighed.
"Does this mean we can start over?" Ed asked.
"No because I named you Fullmetal Alchemist, and Sailor Moon creatively created Sailor Mars' name, so they stay."
"Creative?" Sailor Mercury whimpered. "I vote that Sailor Moon doesn't name anyone else."
"We second that!" the rest of the group chirped, as Sailor Moon pouted.
"No fair, and I just thought of a good one for Flame Alchemist too."
"Why not just call him Stickler?" Sailor Mars suggested sarcastically.
"That's brilliant!" Sailor Venus cried, as she pushed Roy over to the two who were already named. He glared at Sailor Mars, who gave a somewhat apologetic look.
"I didn't think she'd take me seriously," she replied.
"Okay okay! Me next!" Sailor Moon exclaimed.
"Ed!" Sailor Venus suggested, as the group stared. "It's who Mercury thought he was! Come on, you got to admit it's a good idea."
"Okay," Sailor Moon said, starting to see why the others were getting edgy about the idea.
After about twenty minutes, the last person had been named. The darkness of the Negaverse permeated the air, as night had clearly settled. They looked at one another. It was time for their last night. They went to their tents, and were soon asleep.
As morning rose…
Sailor Mars looked around her, to quickly realize that she was Raye again. Not only that, but her friends were all gone!
"What the?" she whispered, running out of the tent. Outside she found Roy, who seemed strange without his white government gloves she had yet to see without. He looked angry and worried all at once, as the two saw each other.
"NO WAY!" they cried. "I'M WORKING WITH YOU!"
Raye was thoroughly pissed. She would have to stick with him. After all, she couldn't live without any of the girls. She figured that he couldn't live without the others from his dimension, although she was sure he would never admit that aloud.
Roy was never more happy in his life. He was with a very rude girl in the very least, but she at least was a looker and he wouldn't have to worry about her coming up with fire chants. She pulled some charms out of her sleeves.
"It's not much, but I at least have my charms."
"Me too," Roy said, as Raye sighed.
"I meant my demon-repelling charms."
"Oh," Roy replied. "I have my wide knowledge of alchemy."
"Wonderful. We'll be dead in ten minutes," Raye sighed. "Let's go find the others."
"Wait, are you who you say you are?" Roy asked quickly. "If so you should know you're nickname from last night."
"Do you really need me to say mine?"
"Yes."
"I'll say mine if you say yours."
Roy was silent. She had him there.
"I'm sure it's okay," Roy replied finally.
"That's what I thought. Let's go. I can sense someone this way."
"Sense? I thought your powers were retained in your transformation?" Roy asked.
"Lita and I are more prone to metaphysical vibrations. It's a sixth sense of sorts."
"How is this all a rescue mission if we don't have our weapons?" Roy asked.
"We'll find out soon enough. Something tells me Version doesn't play fair…"