Title: Lua vermelha
Fandom: PoT/FMA Crossover
Coauthor: wetheril & fujis
Disclaimer: PoT/FMA do not belong to us they belong to their original owners
Roy stood up and unlatched the window behind him, throwing out the shutters and sliding apart the panes of glass, letting in a chill spring breeze that carried with it a faint tinge of engine smoke. He glanced outside and watched young children playing in a plaza near the station for a brief moment before finally turning away to sit back at his desk, vaguely longing to be outside himself. The last time he actually went outside the station around this time was two weeks ago--and that was also on duty.
But that world was not his; his world was here, within the East Station Headquarters in an office and a study full of books--a world with other elite members of the military whom respected his skills in alchemy; yet it was also a world governed by lectures, meetings, and reports with superior officers. He glanced at the stack of papers on his desk that needed signatures, then looked at his watch. There was about half an hour before lunch. Maybe he should finish this stack of documents. As he picked up the top sheet and began to examine the fine print, the ringing of his desk phone interrupted shrilly. Suppressing an irritated sigh, he picked up the receiver.
"East Headquarters. Who is this speaking?"
"Is it you Roy? Lt. Colonel?"
Roy frowned as he heard the voice on the other end, debating whether he should offer an affirmative.
"What do you want?"
"Roy! This is Hughes!"
"I know it's you, Major. What do you want?"
"Say...like next week, my wife and I are going to hold an engagement anniversary. We wanted to invite all my colleagues you know..."
The frown on Roy's face deepened and his dark eyes narrowed.
"Haven't you mentioned that already, about four times this morning?"
"Yes, but you weren't in three of those times and so I just called back to check in."
"Major, are you reporting from duty?"
"Well...you see...I just got off my shift. Say? Will you be coming? You haven't met my daughter yet have you? She just learned to talk!! She is the most adorable thing in the world you'll absolutely regret not going--"
"Major. Isn't your shift ending at 12:00? On my watch, there are still 20 minutes."
"Yeah, but like, the guys finished early and went to lunch. So what do you say? It's next weekend, you'll be missing out--"
CLICK. Roy hung up the phone, snorting slightly in disgust. That was probably the fifth time Hughes had called him this morning to invite him to his wedding anniversary and gush about his daughter. He took a second look at his watch, and realized that he had wasted another 5 minutes, and now it was nearly 15 minutes till noon. Maybe he should save these papers after lunch. Just as he stood up to leave, the phone rang again. He picked it up again, carefully keeping his voice even as not to betray his irritation.
"East Headquarters. Speaking?"
"Lt. Colonel Mustang! A parcel that arrived this morning has passed security check."
The voice on the other end, without a doubt, belonged to Lieutenant Hawkeye. Roy's eyes briefly widened, but then he resumed his usual calm expression.
"Check the sender, Lieutenant."
"Yes sir. The sender is anonymous, but it was shipped out last night from an old excavation site about 150 miles south--the site of some old ruins. Supposedly somebody in the department sent for the contents of this package to arrive ten minutes to noon at East Station."
Somebody in the department? Roy was puzzled--who could have sent for some artifacts to be shipped to East Station, unless the contents were related to alchemy, and the receiver was an alchemist? Roy connected back on the line.
"Location status report?"
"I'm at the security gate right now. It is on the way to your office."
"WHAT!?" Roy nearly jumped out of chair and knocked over the stack of papers.
The short click sounded followed by the dial tone. Roy slowly lowered the receiver from his ear and hung up. Before he had time to reorganize the papers on his desk, a brisk knocking sounded at his door.
The doors flew open, and Lieutenant Hawkeye marched in with a clipboard in her arms, while a security guard followed closely behind with an unsually long box about a foot wide.
"It was scheduled to arrive at your office 15 minutes till noon," Hawkeye reported curtly, then held the clipboard out toward Roy for the delivery signature.
"Excuse me, but I never requested this."
"Sir," Hawkeye continued, "It was marked for delivery to your office. Will you please sign?"
Roy snatched the clipboard from his first lieutenant and signed swiftly. He nearly threw the clipboard back at her. She rewarded him briefly with a disgusted frown, but quickly composed her face as the security check took the clipboard from her after leaving the package on Roy's desk. The security turned to leave the room. Roy waved impatiently for his first lieutenant to leave as well. She obeyed, but not without fixing him with an icy stare.
Once they left him in peace, he turned to the package. Who had ordered it sent to his office? Who would do such a thing? He ran through possible names of commanding officers who were also alchemists, but then decided to check the contents of the box.
Peeling away the masking tape, Roy uncovered a smaller thinner box within made of wood. Nails tightly held shut the sides of the box. Not wanting to remove the nails that held the box together, Roy carefully fingered the side of the box until he found the wooden hinge. It was as he suspected with a hand-crafted box--the hinge was made by sliding two woodcuts of complementary shapes together and wedged with a thinner slab of wood. Sliding out the wedge and then shifting apart the hinge, the top side of the box came off to reveal what appeared to be a staff.
Roy carefully lifted the artifact from the cushioning as sunlight fell on one end of the shaft, slowly illuminating the panels that seemed to form a pyramid with colors shifting and scintillating from the three faces that formed the top of the sceptor. The tip of the staff was capped with a triangular gem--probably of a pure quartz or a more precious gemstone while the intricatedly carved handle gleamed dimly, remnicent of a dense ancient alloy, revealing strange words carved upon its weathered surface. His eyes gravitated towards the strange characters, wondering if they had any alchemical significance. He had evidently studied this for some time before he was suddenly aware the room seemed a little brighter, a little larger.
The illuminaton upon the staff seemed unnaturally bright, and he almost had to sheild his eyes. What was this? Without, thinking he glanced at his watch, and noticed that it was almost noon. Suddenly, a bright flash pulsed from within the gem, reflecting off the panels and blinded him. Roy jumped back, dropping the staff, but it was too late--as an intense golden light filled his vision and engulfed the entire room.
Sunshine brightened the open Saturday morning. Two figures stood on a makeshift tennis court drawn into the heavy dirt. A net was set up in the drawn box. The zephyr laughed softly while the sun looked down upon the Earth’s children and the playful spirits of Zephyrs that roamed around through the grassy fields dancing and twirling. The spirits created mischief while lingering on the bosom of the wild trees that swayed here and there. The wind spirit brushed pasted while threading her fingers through the locks of greenish black, then swerving around to playfully tug on the sport shirt of red and white that the boy wore.
Yet the golden eyes remained on the taller muscular figure of his father whose matching golden eyes stared back with self-confidence. "Aa Seishounen are you ready to cry?"
Zephry's wind spirit huffed indignantly when the two would not play with her, then she flew away upon the outstretched branches of her brother tree, whom embraced her with love and care. The leaves swayed to and fro, heedless of the fact that things were peaceful when in truth they were just about to just heat up on the make shift courts..
"Oyaji," Ryoma grinded out in irritation, "I'll make you cry." With that, the left hand of wonder boy tightened around the crimson racket to show his dissatisfaction towards his sire. Straightening his grip onto the racket, the young boy slid his hand into the pocket of his black shorts to take out the green-yellow tennis ball. Bouncing it a couple of times, he took the position for a serve then with a large toss upward, he stroked downward with his strength on the ball. His legs quickly slid into a ready position for the return; he knew that his father would throw at him.
The ball continued back and forth between the two as they battled against each other in the game of tennis. Nanjirou of course was tossing the same insults at his son while teasing him, hoping to rile up the chibi..
Ryoma moved quickly, trying to catch and return the balls. No matter how hard Ryoma tried to earn a few points against his old man, he wasn't able to score, let alone, beat his father.
The sun was amused by the match played between the two even though she knew that it was a game that was old as time and pretty soon something was going to happen--something wonderful and perhaps even terrifying.
The sun's companion, the moon, was changing--whether by default or by the alignment of the other nine planets of the solar system. The hour was drawing closer, when a special gate would be thrown open, and things would become more interesting.
At the end of the game Ryoma had trudged inside his house to take a bath. The blue spotted Himalayan kitten named Karupin dutifully followed his master. Even though cats hated water, Karupin didn't exactly wanted to be left behind by his beloved master. "Niao!" Karupin queried, earning questioning looks from the green-haired boy.
Ryoma's body quivered from the soreness of the falls he had taken in order to gain advantage against his old man. The bruises were beginning to form; Ryoma knew that it was only a matter of time before the pain would settle in. "Niao!" Karupin meowed, questioning his master if he was alright.
"Don't worry it isn't serious." Ryoma mumbled softly, then slid out of the bath, reaching for the towel to dry himself off. Slipping into his underwear and pajamas, he picked up his pet and rubbed his fingers over the soft downy fur. A purr was replied to his tender administration; a faint smile curled up on his lips as he felt his heart soften at the noises the feline of his life made.
Walking with Karupin curled up in his arms, Ryoma stepped onto the wooden floor that ascended to his room. With a kick, the door swung open slowly to his haven. Books, video games and sports magazines littered his floor with clothes spewed here and there.
Pausing, Ryoma placed Karupin down onto his bed. Sliding the sheets of his bed down, he was just about to get into them when he heard the doorbell ring. He frowned and glanced at the clock over the head of his bed; it read 11:30pm. Why would someone be ringing the doorbell at this time of night? Getting up, he slid on his slippers and began to descend down the hallway. Karupin, sensing something was going to happen, followed quickly behind his owner.
Rubbing his eyes, Ryoma waltzed into the living room, where his father was standing with a man who was cloaked in a monk's clothing of golden, orange, and brown. It was vaguely odd to find a monk in the middle of their living room let alone seeing his father stare at the other man with faint respect.
Ryoma found this incredibly odd, “Ne Oyaji who is it?”
Nanjirou turned to look at his son with a smirk, “Aa it is just a friend Ryoma, say hello.”
“Konbanwa.” Ryoma nodded his head in greeting; the monk gave him a faint smile and bowed in greetings.
"I apologize for my late visit to your household, Echizen-san." The monk whispered, quietly hoping not to disturb anything more. In his hand he held a wooden box that was about one yard long and one foot wide. The man handed over the parcel to Nanjirou, “I had to deliver this important artifact to you this late, because I won’t be staying in Japan for long. I have to hurry back to the main temple. Shi-san told me that you were dependable and to allow you to take care of the item while he is gone. If I didn’t have to hurry back I would have come tomorrow morning, but an emergency has arisen.”
Nanjirou waved his hands in amusement, "It's alright Kimura-san. It is fine. If you don't mind, I'll check to see that everything is in the box like you said and then seal it up to take to the temple tomorrow and place it with the rest of the items that have been delivered before."
It was rare for Ryoma to see his father behave like an adult. Then again it was even stranger to see his father dish out any respect for anyone.
Kimura bowed in thanks, "Arigato, please take care of the artifact of the past for us." Then with that, he made his way out and headed toward the vehicle that was waiting to take him to the airport, leaving behind the box and the object that rested inside. Shutting the door behind him Nanjirou set the box onto the table. He picked up a hammer that the monk had so graciously provided to him for this ocassion. He had begun to open the cedar box.
Curious, Ryoma sat next to the table, Karupin had started to investigate the straw-like stuffing that Najirou had pulled out. Nanjirou rummaged through the box until he tugged out a staff like scepter. It was shaped on top in a pyramid with glass panels placed on the three sides. Embedded on top of the pyramid was a glassy looking stone. Ryoma eyed the item curiously, "What is that?"
"I don't know, Ryoma." The older Echizen stroked the surface, wondering what sort of metal this was composed of. Setting the staff down carefully, he searched in the box for something. A bell tolled, startling Karupin whom quickly scrambled and bumped into the corner of the table causing the scepter to roll and slid.
Nanjirou yelled out, startled. "Oh no!" He scrambled to try to save the artifact in fear that it would shatter.
Ryoma quickly grabbed onto the staff as the bell tolled, hitting the eleventh ring, then finally the twelfth ring. A click was heard when Ryoma touched the artifact, and just as quickly three metal latches unsnapped on the tip of the triangular opening. A golden light filled the devise and started to pulsate. Then just as quickly, Ryoma felt the walls begin to swirl around him, "Nande?" He cried out, afraid of what was going on and just as quickly, he felt himself falling as the bright light of gold surrounded him, tugging and pulling him away into the pyramid that he held.