Summary: DBZ/FMA X-over. Sequel to my Alchemy and Saiyans fic. Chi-Chi decides to have Gohan learn alchemy, so she sends him to Amestris.
Disclaimer: it walks alone, flyonthewall, and Mordecai are sitting at a table
freakinCRAZY: (walks in)
flyonthewall: Guess what?
FC: Chicken butt! IWA, your hair looks really good.
it walks alone: I am just going to notify all of you that my hair (which used to be down to my waist) ends just below my shoulders now. It got cut.
FTW: (to FC) Your mom has chicken butt.
BritKit: (runs in) (drops backpack) Guess what? I just found out that my Spanish teacher has been calling me "pumpkin" for a year and a half and I didn't know!
IWA: (cracks up)
Mordecai: Go crazy? Don't mind if I do! (dashes off)
FC: Someone should go get him.
BK: Probably.
All: ...
IWA: Eh. Don't bother. He'll come back eventually. Oh, and I STILL don't own FMA and DBZ.
Review Responses:
Yami no Hikari-Chan: Thanks, I wasn't sure if I'd gotten it all right.
Suuki-Aldrea: Updating!
MarshmellowDragon: Well, thanks! Since I've read a lot of FMA fanfics, I've kind of picked up that much about them. Well, except Greed. And that one fact about Pride.
Vyrexuviel: Aww, c'mon! Kice is cute!
shadow-k9: Updating!
"Speaking" Thoughts (Me to you)
Last time:
Ed was enthusiastic. "We won't have to worry about the homunculi anymore!"
Gohan grimaced. "Well, about being surprised by them, anyway."
Chapter 3: Morning to you, too.
Gohan and Ed walked into the military hotel. Gohan looked around.
"So this is where you live, huh?"
Ed shrugged. "When we're here."
"Travel a lot?"
Ed shrugged again. "It's a job. C'mon, I'll show you your room."
Just then, the door burst open and Al bolted through. He slammed the door shut and leaned against it. Then he noticed Ed.
"NII-SAN! How could you leave me there! You left me alone with all those kids!"
"Yeah, about that..."
Gohan started fidgeting.
"...I'm sorry, but Mustang wasn't going to let up on me and it wasn't really my fault. Gohan picked me up and left."
Gohan's fidgeting increased in intensity.
"But you were going to leave anyway!"
"IthinkI'llbegoingtomyroomnowbye!" Gohan dashed out of the room.
Ed and Al turned to the empty doorway.
"...His room? I hadn't even gotten a chance to show him which room was his..."
Al was scared-chibi-ized. "Did I do something wrong?"
Ed shook his head. "No."
Al looked at his brother, confused. "Huh?"
"He can sense people's energy. Since you don't have a real body, your energy is kind of different, and apparently, it grates on his nerves."
Al stared at him.
"I don't get it either."
"Oh," Al replied in a small voice.
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The next morning:
Ed and Al were in the kitchen. Ed was sitting at the table with a steaming mug, reading through something. Al was busy cooking breakfast. (It's kinda funny to see a suit of armor wearing an apron.) Ed had already eaten, but Gohan had yet to wake up. (Think.)
Ed looked up when he heard shuffling coming from the general direction of Gohan's room.
/thump/
/groan/
/shuffle shuffle/
/thump/
/groan/
/shuffle shuffle/
Both Ed's and Al's eyes were wide by this point.
Ed sniffed. "Uhh, Al? ...Your eggs are burning."
"Eh? Aaah!" Al started feverishly trying to save his eggs from torching.
/shuffle shuffle/
/thump/
/shuffle/
/thump/
/groan/
/shuffle/
Gohan stumbled past the kitchen doorway.
/shuffle/
/thump/
/shuffle/
Gohan walked toward the kitchen doorway...
/thump/
...and ran headfirst into the door frame. He groaned.
He stumbled into the kitchen, bypassed the table, and ran into the refrigerator. Al took pity on him, took the sleep-walking demi-Saiyan by the shoulders, and gently pushed him into an empty chair at the table. Gohan promptly fell forward onto the table and started snoring.
The brothers sweatdropped.
Al turned back to the stove, stuck a spoon in the pot of oatmeal, picked it up, and plonked it down in front of Gohan.
The demi stopped snoring, looked up with glassy eyes, grabbed the pot, pulled it closer, yanked the spoon out, and promptly began shoveling the food into his mouth.
Ed and Al sweatdropped.
The phone rang.
They jumped. Gohan didn't notice, as he was still stuffing his face.
It rang again.
"Nii-san, get the phone."
"Why should I?"
"I can't!"
"Why?"
"I'm busy!" Al replied, brandishing a spatula at his brother before turning back to his rapidly charring food.
/ring/
"And Gohan..." They turned to Gohan, who was still mechanically shoveling food into his mouth, and sweatdropped.
/ring/
Ed threw his hands in the air. "Alright, alright, I'll get it!" He stalked over to the phone and picked it up just as it started ringing again. "Blasted phone... Can't even wake Gohan up... What the hell do you want?"
"Why, hello, Fullmetal. Beautiful day, isn't it?"
"Mustang..." Ed growled.
"What I don't understand is how anyone could stand to be inside when it's so nice out."
"You have 5 seconds, then I'm hanging up."
"Touchy. Anyway, I'll be leaving for a few days. I've been called to do some inspecting. I'll be back in three days."
"And you called to tell me this?"
"But of course!"
"You just live to piss me off, don't you?"
"That is one of my few on-the-job amusements, yes."
"MUSTANG YOU—" /click/ "—BASTARD! YOU ANNOY ME ALL DAY AT HEADQUARTERS, THEN YOU HAVE THE GALL TO CALL ME WHEN I'M OFF DUTY AND YOU WON'T EVEN LET ME RANT AT YOU! WHO DIED AND MADE YOU GOD!"
"Uhh... Nii-san, the line is dead," Al said, handing the still-asleep Gohan a cup of coffee.
"I DON'T CARE! IT MAKES ME FEEL BETTER!"
He slammed the phone down.
Gohan, noticing that he had a cup of something warm in his hand, drained it. He put his head down immediately after finishing.
Ed stomped back to the table and sulked into his mug of hot chocolate.
About a minute later, Gohan's head came up, and he looked around, blinking.
"Hi Al. Hi Ed. ...My head hurts..."
The Elric brothers sweatdropped.
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Yes, I know, short chapter. But hey, it's up soon, isn't it? ...And poor Gohan, having memorized the floor plans of his house, not the hotel room, kept running into walls... ...And he doesn't remember any of it... Isn't torturing him fun? Anywho, please leave me a review on your way out.