It's been a while since I wrote anything I've been mega busy… This was suppose to be a birthday present for one of my friends but sadly I didn't have time to finish it… but hopefully I will get it done. This is a cross over between FMA and Case Closed, and how one person's journey through time and space…
I don't own FMA of Case Closed…
It was an ordinary day for the famous young detective named Harley Hartwell. He had once again solved another case, and saved the city from destruction. A young girl was hit by a car, and Harley was the first person on the case, he solved the case like all his others cases. With hard work, determination, and explaining the use of fishing string. Yes you could say that Harley Hartwell was a shining example of youth. Once the case was solved reporters flocked all around Harley to hear the details.
"Harley how do you do it?"
"Well every morning I wake up and I piss excellence. I'm the greatest detective in all of Japan, since Jimmy Kudo left."
"What do you plan on doing now?"
"I plan on going home, and enjoying life. That's what everyone should do!"
"Any last words?"
"Yes. Jimmy Kudo if you're listening out there, guess what you are no longer number one. I've taken that spot since you've been gone!"
"Well ladies and gentlemen you heard it right here! Harley Hartwell is Japan's number one detective, and Jimmy Kudo is a big loser."
Or so that's what Harley would dream every night. He knew he could never beat Jimmy Kudo, and that he was out there somewhere. If only Harley could get his hands on him! He'd rip him a new one. But this day was going to be a special day for Harley. This was going to be the day that would change Harley Hartwell's life forever!
Harley left home at his usual time, and took his usual route to the police station. Until he saw a girl named Haruka get hit by a car. The same thing that happen to him in his dream.
"What the hell? It's like I've seen this before…what do they call it? Everybody gets it. Oh yea that's right! I think I saw this on Youtube! Oh well on my merry way."
If things couldn't get any worse for Harley, just then the museum was robbed and the sirens were buzzing, and the cops were blazing to the scene of the wreck and the crime. Harley of course wanting to be the big hero decided to go after the robber, while the cops dealed with the dying girl. Harley ran down the alleyway to catch up with the crook. The crook hit a dead end he was trapped between Harley and the wall.
"Hold it right there. You are under arrest. Now fork over the goods old man!"
"You don't understand, what I have here in my hands is a danger to everyone in this world, and I should keep it safe."
"Whatever old man. Like I'm really going to buy your story. If you surrender now, and give back the stone you might get a lighter sentence."
"I'm probably going to end up in jail for life cause of what I did. I paid that guy in the car to hit that poor little girl."
"That's just twisted of you old man!" shouted Harley as he got out his handcuffs, and went to arrest the old man, "at least tell me your name."
"My name is Edward Elric. Just please promise me you'll not touch that stone with your bare hands. I don't know what will happen if an ordinary person like you touches it."
"First off I'm not your ordinary kid. And second there is no such thing as a magic stone in this world gramps. I think you need to go to a nice retirement home for the criminally insane." The other officers came and took the elderly Edward Elric away. Harley looked down, and he noticed the stone the old man had. It was wrapped in a thick sheet. Harley picked up the stone with a smirk, and looked at it.
"Like it really has a magic power. Magic doesn't exist in this world. Unless he knows something we don't know. Maybe he's from another world? I wonder what would happen if I did touch the stone?" Curiosity can be a bad trait for a person. Harley slowly and carefully started to pull the sheet away from the stone. He reviled the stone to the sun. He could tell this was no regular stone. The color was nothing like he had ever seen before. It was almost the color of blood, but it had a watery look to it, in fact the stone almost looked like it could melt if it stayed out in the sun for too long. He then slowly placed his right hand on the stone, to see what would happen. And to his surprise. Nothing happened.
"Man I can't believe that old man he really had me going there for a little bit. I knew there was no magic in this world." At that moment the stone shined a bright light that blinded Harley. When he opened his eyes in front of him was a giant door. Harley was in such a shock from the sight he couldn't even move. At that very moment over a dozen black, long, slimy arms came forth from the door, and engulfed Harley. He was dragged into the door, the images he saw were nothing like he had never seen in his life. All of the knowledge in the world was being poured into his mind; he now knew things that he never knew before.
The next thing Harley knew was it was cold, dark, and wet. He finally opened his eyes to discover it was nighttime, but there was a problem. He wasn't in Osaka anymore; he had the feeling he wasn't in Japan anymore. The place where he was looked like a large 1940's European city.
"Where the hell am I?"