Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, nor do I own Fullmetal Alchemist. However, the unique plots and events I put the characters through are original creations of my own mind.
Landing beside the quaint, though queer, shop, Danny released Tucker's wrist from his grip, legs forming from the black roiling mist that had occupied his figure below the hip. The white light consumed his form once more, returning to the boy known as Danny Fenton.
"She better be here." He muttered to himself, sighing loudly. Tucker merely stood silently, as though awaiting for Danny to begin his move. Walking around the corner of the alley, Danny peered into the shop window, unable to locate Sam at all.
"She may be in the back." Tucker suggested, gazing beside Danny. Nodding to his friend, Danny opened the door, a tiny bell tolling as it rang out his presence.
"Sam?" He asked to the scented room, though it felt strangely empty. Slowly, he began walking around, gazing into the aisles of the numerous, old books.
"May I help you?" A smile played onto Danny's face, and he exited one of the aisles, eyes looking upon the radiant woman. He longed to touch her...just once, to see if she was real. Walking up to the counter in an almost dream-like state, Danny remembered all too well the reason for his coming today. Sighing, he ruffled his raven hair, averting the direct sight of the employee.
"Have you seen Sam? I mean, the girl who was here with me yesterday. Dressed in all black. Purple eyes. Short black hair." He inquired, Tucker waiting outside the shop.
"Yes, I have." Something wasn't right. The words slithered down Danny's ears like venom. But someone of this radiance could never be as vicious as Vlad or...well, his once future self, right?
"Uh...so, where is she?" But as Danny looked up, he suddenly felt a sharp pain through both his shoulders.
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"GAAAH!" He cried out, shutting his eyes in pain. A burning sensation overcame his shoulders, and pain stung his flesh. He could feel his blood beginning to drip. Opening his eyes, he saw the woman...and yet, he could not say if she was a woman. The emerald atop the woman's hands had grown into sharp, thin blades, the thumb and small finger piercing his shoulders and locking into the wall behind him, rendering him motionless.
"Wha-" Danny croaked, gritting his teeth. He felt as though someone were holding up a lighter to each shoulder, tearing away at his skin.
"Quiet, boy." She demanded, voice confident and vile. It was now he finally looked into her eyes, seeing the cruel, livid purple and the vertical pupils. She wasn't human...and yet, his ghost sense did not go off.
"What are..."
"I'm bringing you to my master." The woman stated, smirking as she twisted her hand slightly.
"GYEAAAAA!" Danny cried out, searing pain almost unbearable. Glaring at her, he remembered what Vlad had told him just two days previous.
"I do not know what they are, only that they are capable of much. They have an entire foreign country in tragedy and chaos."
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"As far as I can gather, there are two certified names. One calls herself Lust, another, Envy."
Danny narrowed his eyes, they beginning to glow a vibrant green.
"Lust..." He growled. She raised an eye at this, but only twisted her hand more. Attempting to hold back a cry, he bit his lip, feeling sweat bead upon his head, and a trickle of blood run down his chest.
"You've been reading books with that foolish girl, have you?" Lust spoke calmly, voice warm, and yet, stinging like toxin. At this, Danny opened his eyes.
"Where's Sam?" Lust smiled at this.
"WHERE IS SHE!" He screamed, and the halos of light consumed his formed. Vanishing from sight, Danny could not surpress a sigh of relief as Lust's blade-like claws went through him, but not pierce him. In one swift movement, she retracted her blades, looking around, unsurprised.
"Come, ghost boy. You'll never find your girlfriend this way." Crossing her arms defiantly, Lust stood still, a lock of black hair falling before her face. A snarl of hate forming on his face, Danny reappeared. A twisted smile played across Lust's face.
"Where-is-Sam?" He demanded, hovering just above the ground. With lightning speed, Lust lunged at Danny, emerald blades out. She swiped at Danny, grazing his cheek as he flew out of the way. Startled by her swiftness, Danny struggled to stay out of her way, feeling the blades scratch at his face and chest.
"Danny, what's taking you-" Tucker stopped short, opening the door wide.
"Danny, this way!" Flying out of the door while facing Lust, Tucker slammed it shut, her five blades cutting through the glass, but not shattering it. Danny quickly flew down, holding Tucker under the arms as they quickly rose to the sky, watching in horror as Lust came out, watching them fly away.
"Where can we go?" Danny panted, now feeling the searing pain of the two wounds in his shoulders, the injuries stretching as he held Tucker. Still, he thought it better to suffer than land.
"Your house. Maybe an ecto-blaster can slow that thing down. What is she, anyways?"
"I don't know...but whatever she is, Sam is in danger."
And so the world turns away from the light...
To succumb to the darkened hatred's might...
Fallen from the dearest of those lost...
Equivalent exchange through which something must be lost...
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"What?" Croaked a single blonde haired boy, right arm tainted in blood. However, it was difficult to classify the right limb as truly his, for it did not bare flesh. Metal and constructions of man replaced what would have been his precious arm. All around him was a large, elaborate room, and he stood upon intricate markings. Before him lay a dying man...or, at least, the homunculi of one.
"Ya fight good, kid..." Red stones fell from his mouth as Greed's stomach heaved, falling with saliva. The color of his flesh faded, and he did not have the ability to increase his strength by releasing numerous quantities of carbon- creating the 'ultimate shield'.
"Greed, you can't die...you're the ultimate shield!" Edward Elric fell to his knees, staring into the eyes of a dying creature. With sparks and rays of blue light, the blade that was his arm returned to its original, human limb shape.
Greed laughed at what he said, only causing more red stones to heave from his gullet.
"Please, just tell me what you wanted to say!" Ed pleaded. This information could restore his brother back...back into the brother of flesh, and not sealed away inside armor.
"The others...they're trying to-" Greed's face winced in pain, and he wretched again, the amount of stones thinning.
"Trying to what? Tell me!" Ed shouted, his voice fading away in the large room, only the sound of Greed's panting left.
"Trying to find...another way."
"Another way to what? C'mon, Greed, don't die on me here!" Leaning closer, Ed watched in horror as Greed wretched a few more times, becoming weaker and weaker.
"Our master...she is trying to p-" And so Greed fell silent, body appearing to melt away into the crimson color of the Philosopher's Stone...the stone that bypassed all laws of the Alchemical World...
Author's Note: As I have difficulty explaining what exactly Lust's trade mark weapon is, I will refer to them as emerald blades, or blade-like claws. Seventh chapter to be out in one week or two week's time. (Then again, this one didn't take too long. I give you maximum time in this little Author's section.)