Fullmetal Ninja [Chapter 4]
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esp_dragonFandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/ Naruto crossover
Summary: Ed and Al tried to resurect their Mother but something went wrong. Not only did they fail, their bodies paying the price, but they are no longer in Amestris. They are in a world where all the natural rules aren't always obeyed...
Rating: T
Notes: XD Hooo boy. Warning for Ed's mouth. So the rating's gone up.
The quote's from Arthur Conan Doyle's character Sherlock Holmes. Hey, they quoted The Fly once. ;)
I realised while writing the later part of this chapter, that Ed and Al are around about the same ages of the main cast. ^ ^; I kept on thinking that they were a lot younger.
Did Naruto tell Tsunade about the Wave Arc?
^ ^; Too much semi-colons again.
They do have pens in FMA don't they? Ack, I'll just go with 'different model'.
... Still need to edit the earlier chapter to make the comment about Resembool make sense.
I think I'll start posting this on to ff.net next week. Prolly on the next Wednesday.
Genre: General
Word count: 2,521
Total word count: 10,144
Status: Work in Progress
Tsunade watched, confused, as the two boys paled at her question. What had she said wrong? Ed had said it, so it couldn’t have been a taboo word for them. She tilted her head with curiosity when Ed pointed to the sheaf of papers she held in her arms. Leafing through, she found an empty sheet and passed it over, along with her pen, to Ed’s impatient –and trembling- hand. Ed looked at the pen in surprise, turning it over and bringing it close to his face to examine it better. He tested it on a corner of the paper and then started sketching. It looked vaguely like a circle with an uneven edge, dipping with a small oval eating the top of the circle. The edge was too precise to be due to Ed’s shaking hand so it had to be intentional.
'Ah, of course,’ Tsunade realised, the idea clicking into place. 'They’re from an island.’ Knowing that made things a lot easier for her. If their community was completely isolated from the rest of the world, they wouldn’t know about ninja and how long they had been isolated would also explain the different language and strange clothing that they had been wearing. Though the clothes were different, they weren’t all that dissimilar to what the civilians wore in Konoha, which made things a little strange. She watched as Ed expanded around the circle, adding more areas. Territories, maybe? So how big was this island altogether? He scribbled some unrecognisable characters in the areas and then, in much bigger lettering, something else in main area.
“Amestris,” he said, hand splayed over the biggest area.
She nodded, frowning slightly. Was that the name of their island or just the biggest area? “Resembool?” She recalled the other word that had been emphasised; it had seemed important to them.
Ed and Al glanced at each other, but didn’t seem as worried as before. Scanning the paper, Ed drew a tiny circle in the south-east corner of the biggest area. Tsunade stared at it, intrigued; normally when young children drew where they were from, they exaggerated the size, not diminished it or made it the right proportions compared to everything else. It was the whole perception that their home was so important and huge that it was obviously the biggest place in the world.
Tsunade turned her palm up towards Ed – a silent request for the paper and pen. He passed them back without hesitation. Tsunade turned the paper over, leaned slightly on the bed, and began to draw Fire Country and its neighbours. She finished after a minute and then drew a circle around Wave Country and added an arrow pointing to Fire Country. “Fire Country,” she said, pointing to the ground. “Wave Country,” she said slowly, tapping in the circle with the other end of the pen, looking pointedly at the two, hoping they would get the idea.
She hadn’t thought that the two boys could get any paler and their eyes had widened as far as they could go. Ed’s breathing had become harsh and Al had started to tremble. Al scooted over to Ed’s side, seeking small comfort from the physical contact as they both continued to stare at the paper like it was going to bite them.
Tsunade shook her head, slightly disturbed by their reactions. They must have thought their island was the entire world. Her frown deepened when she looked at her drawing. From Wave Country to Fire Country, it was quite a distance for ones so young, particularly civilians; they certainly weren't acting like ninja at the moment so the distance should have been too much for them. For these two to get to the mainland they would have needed to take a boat or at least some kind of transport - that alone should have shown them that the world was a lot bigger than they thought. The two boys continued to stare at the hand-drawn map and leaned against one another, still not making any other movements. Unless they’d been kidnapped; if that had happened, then there was a large probability that they’d been bound, blindfolded and gagged whilst travelling. If they somehow managed to escape, they wouldn’t even know which direction they had come from.
The other possibility was they’d been drugged, which led to more questions: ‘why were they kidnapped?’, ‘why were they left there by the kidnappers missing an arm and a leg?’ And then back full circle to: ‘what was that energy we felt?’ They could be the sons of an important person in Amestris and so, worth holding for ransom. The ‘why were they abandoned by the kidnappers?’ could be that the ransom wasn’t paid or the payoff went wrong and the two boys were left for dead. Similarly, it could be because of their bloodline limit that they were kidnapped, with no intention of ever being given back to their parents but that, again, begged the question of ‘why were they abandoned?’ The mysterious energy signature still evaded explanation and that was assuming the answers she’d considered so far were right.
:-:-:
“That’s... Not… Possible,” Ed said haltingly. “Just where the fucking hell are we?!” The words were a harsh whisper. Not only did Hokage not know that Amestris was the name of the largest country but then she started to draw a map that neither he nor Al recognised. Judging from that circle she drew around the area in the south-east, she must have thought that Amestris was a tiny island. Gah! And the squiggles she drew on those... countries made no sense either.
“Brother,” Al murmured. “I don’t understand. What – How – Why –” He shook his head, trying vainly to sort out his confused thoughts. Not that Ed could blame him – his own head was in just as much disarray. “All this is pointing to…”
Ed nodded solemnly. “Yeah, I know.” It made sense and absolutely no sense, all at the same time. They were scientists damnit! And their only ‘logical’ answer from the evidence they’d seen so far was not logical! ‘When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.’ What happens when the impossible is ‘the truth’? Ed thought wryly. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to try and calm his whirling mind and organise his thoughts into some sort of order.
‘Okay,’ Ed thought, ‘the evidence we have so far. The people here don’t speak the same language we do but as far as we know, all Amestris’ neighbouring countries and beyond do, except for a couple of regional variants Teacher mentioned but this sounds totally different. These people haven’t heard of Amestris, I don’t think; not from their reactions anyway and so soon after the Ishvalan War; that can’t be right. Their clothing is very different; granted, we’ve only seen a handful of people so far here and the furthest we’ve ever to was Dublith but the outfits these people are wearing are so much more outlandish than anything we’ve seen. This lady and the others we’ve seen could be some weirdo cult with no dress sense for all we know and the rest of the population dresses like we do.’ Ed paused his thinking process to rub at the side of his face with one hand, when he kept his eyes closed he found it easier to focus on the evidence. Feeling the comforting warmth of his little brother leaning against him he continued with his train of thought. ‘Alchemy doesn’t seem to be recognised here but in Amestris, it’s a State Qualification and recognised everywhere. It could be a translation problem, but Hokage’s reaction doesn’t support that theory. Aaargh! And that map she drew; it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. It wasn’t in any of his journals - in fact, all the evidence suggests we’re in another world but that’s just not possible… is it? No… this is just a very strange joint dream Al and I are having; we’ll wake up back home and everything will be fine.’
But if that was the case, why did everything hurt? How did he remember feeling the mind-shattering pain he’d experienced those scant few seconds he was conscious in that forest? He and Al still didn't know how they had actually gotten to the hospital in the first place and maybe they wouldn't for a long time if they didn't learn the local language. If this was indeed a dream, he shouldn’t be feeling twinges of pain in his stump of a leg. He shouldn’t be feeling the semi-rough fabric of the covers underneath his fingers. He shouldn’t be smelling the scents of the hospital, the smell of medicine and bleach. If this was a dream, it was far too realistic; there were too many senses involved.
That pretty much ruined Ed’s hope that this was a dream; no dream could be this real - so that only left his original and more disturbing theory and one he didn’t want to think about just now. It brought up a lot more questions which even collectively, neither he nor his brother could answer. It should have been impossible, it was impossible. How could they be in a different world?
Ed was distracted from his distressing thoughts when he heard Hokage speak. Not knowing if the question was directed to him or not, he looked up to see her eyes focussed on his left leg. Following her gaze Ed realised that whilst his thoughts were trying to untangle themselves yet again, his hands had crept down to clutch at the bandaged stump.
Stepping closer, Hokage repeated what she had said, emphasising the lilt at the end and glancing pointedly at the stump clutched in his hands. Ed shrugged, not understanding. She poked his stump; not too hard but it still brought a sharp pain to him and he yelped, pulling away from her. Hokage snorted softly, before turning her attention to Al, asking the same question. He nodded briefly.
“What was she asking?” Ed asked, watching Hokage heading towards the door.
“I think,” Al said uncertainly, “she was asking if we were in pain. She was watching you when you started to hold your leg.”
“Hmm,” Ed murmured. “There wouldn’t be any other way to show you were in pain would there?” he mused, moving his hands away from his stump. It didn’t really hurt, but it throbbed enough to make him grimace when a wave of pain made itself known. Now that he was more aware of it, the pain seemed to increase.
Tsunade had barely stepped out of the room before she returned, a tall, black-haired woman following her.
Al looked at his brother sceptically, an expression that Ed wasn’t used to seeing on his brother’s face. “How about screaming?”
:-:-:
Tsunade moved to exit the room again, leaving Shizune look after the two boys and give them the painkillers they obviously needed but were unable to ask for. Naruto was lurking in the doorway, uncharacteristically quiet. She lowered her voice to address him.
“Make yourself useful, brat.” The blonde ninja looked up at her ready to start yelling but she quieted him with a look. “When Shizune’s finished take them to the canteen on this floor.” Naruto’s eyebrows raised; his eyes moved to stare at a plate of leftovers on the windowsill. He frowned: there was only one plate but two boys... He looked back up at the Hokage, who shrugged nonchalantly.
“I was hungry while studying them.” She breezed past him, smiling and waving at the two brothers through the open door. A few minutes later, Shizune was finished with her brief check-up and as she hurried to her next patient, she told Naruto that there was a wheelchair outside the door for Ed to use.
Peering out the door, Naruto found the wheelchair; it was fairly old, its dark red upholstery faded and patched in places and the metal frame looked in need of a good polish. Wheeling it into the room, banging the door frame and leaving a dent, Naruto discovered that its wheels were thankfully well oiled with no squeaking and it moved smoothly, despite its forlorn appearance.
Moving the wheelchair to rest perpendicular to the bed, Naruto wondered if he was supposed to lift Ed into the chair also. Why the hell had he been stuck with this?! he groaned. How far was he supposed to go in helping them? Even though Tsunade had said she'd been told he was good with kids, he didn't know how to deal with these two. The decision was made for him when Ed leaned forward, grabbed the armrest in one hand and swung around, pivoting on one of the footrests to set himself down in the chair. Ed looked up, glaring, as if to say, ‘I do not need your help with that.’ It reminded Naruto too much of Sasuke’s glares. But Sasuke’s glare didn’t soften like Ed’s when he looked at other people. Ed’s glare melted away when Al slid off the bed to stand next to him. Naruto shook his head sourly; and he was looking after these two to try and distract himself from Sasuke, not to think more about his stupid teammate.
The two were watching him curiously – Ed’s neck twisted at a painful angle from his position in the wheelchair.
“Food,” Naruto said, pointing to his open mouth. To drive the point further, he also pointed to the empty plate on the windowsill.
The two brothers smiled at him, understanding the gesture and nodding, before starting a conversation in their own language, chattering away at each other with speed.
Getting a firm grip on the handles, Naruto began to move the two out of the room. Before they’d gone more than a few steps, he noticed Al looking somewhat uncomfortable. He kept on glancing at Ed and then to Naruto. Ed sighed when he saw this, muttering something under his breath and directing his words to Al. Whatever Ed was saying it caused Al to glance down at what was left of his arm and then his gaze went to the handles clasped in Naruto’s hands.
Walking down the near empty corridor and avoiding the occasional nurse or doctor rushing to deal with some emergency it took a while for Naruto to realise what was bothering Al: he wanted to be the one pushing the wheelchair but with his handicap, he’d have problems steering.
Not knowing what to say Naruto grinned at him and Al smiled back. Unseen by Ed, who sat facing forwards in the wheelchair, Naruto’s grin turned sneaky and then he pretended to swerve the wheelchair out of control.
Ed squawked, flailing wildly, fearing that he was about to crash into something or topple over. When the wheelchair finally stopped he twisted around sharply, ready to berate the clumsy blond pushing him; but then Al’s muffled giggle behind his hand reached him. Then he had a slightly different reason for shouting.
‘Damn,’ Naruto thought, a bit awed. ‘He’s louder than me; that actually hurt.’
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Summary: Ed and Al tried to resurect their Mother but something went wrong. Not only did they fail, their bodies paying the price, but they are no longer in Amestris. They are in a world where all the natural rules aren't always obeyed...
Rating: T
Notes: XD Hooo boy. Warning for Ed's mouth. So the rating's gone up.
The quote's from Arthur Conan Doyle's character Sherlock Holmes. Hey, they quoted The Fly once. ;)
I realised while writing the later part of this chapter, that Ed and Al are around about the same ages of the main cast. ^ ^; I kept on thinking that they were a lot younger.
Did Naruto tell Tsunade about the Wave Arc?
^ ^; Too much semi-colons again.
They do have pens in FMA don't they? Ack, I'll just go with 'different model'.
... Still need to edit the earlier chapter to make the comment about Resembool make sense.
I think I'll start posting this on to ff.net next week. Prolly on the next Wednesday.
Genre: General
Word count: 2,521
Total word count: 10,144
Status: Work in Progress
Tsunade watched, confused, as the two boys paled at her question. What had she said wrong? Ed had said it, so it couldn’t have been a taboo word for them. She tilted her head with curiosity when Ed pointed to the sheaf of papers she held in her arms. Leafing through, she found an empty sheet and passed it over, along with her pen, to Ed’s impatient –and trembling- hand. Ed looked at the pen in surprise, turning it over and bringing it close to his face to examine it better. He tested it on a corner of the paper and then started sketching. It looked vaguely like a circle with an uneven edge, dipping with a small oval eating the top of the circle. The edge was too precise to be due to Ed’s shaking hand so it had to be intentional.
'Ah, of course,’ Tsunade realised, the idea clicking into place. 'They’re from an island.’ Knowing that made things a lot easier for her. If their community was completely isolated from the rest of the world, they wouldn’t know about ninja and how long they had been isolated would also explain the different language and strange clothing that they had been wearing. Though the clothes were different, they weren’t all that dissimilar to what the civilians wore in Konoha, which made things a little strange. She watched as Ed expanded around the circle, adding more areas. Territories, maybe? So how big was this island altogether? He scribbled some unrecognisable characters in the areas and then, in much bigger lettering, something else in main area.
“Amestris,” he said, hand splayed over the biggest area.
She nodded, frowning slightly. Was that the name of their island or just the biggest area? “Resembool?” She recalled the other word that had been emphasised; it had seemed important to them.
Ed and Al glanced at each other, but didn’t seem as worried as before. Scanning the paper, Ed drew a tiny circle in the south-east corner of the biggest area. Tsunade stared at it, intrigued; normally when young children drew where they were from, they exaggerated the size, not diminished it or made it the right proportions compared to everything else. It was the whole perception that their home was so important and huge that it was obviously the biggest place in the world.
Tsunade turned her palm up towards Ed – a silent request for the paper and pen. He passed them back without hesitation. Tsunade turned the paper over, leaned slightly on the bed, and began to draw Fire Country and its neighbours. She finished after a minute and then drew a circle around Wave Country and added an arrow pointing to Fire Country. “Fire Country,” she said, pointing to the ground. “Wave Country,” she said slowly, tapping in the circle with the other end of the pen, looking pointedly at the two, hoping they would get the idea.
She hadn’t thought that the two boys could get any paler and their eyes had widened as far as they could go. Ed’s breathing had become harsh and Al had started to tremble. Al scooted over to Ed’s side, seeking small comfort from the physical contact as they both continued to stare at the paper like it was going to bite them.
Tsunade shook her head, slightly disturbed by their reactions. They must have thought their island was the entire world. Her frown deepened when she looked at her drawing. From Wave Country to Fire Country, it was quite a distance for ones so young, particularly civilians; they certainly weren't acting like ninja at the moment so the distance should have been too much for them. For these two to get to the mainland they would have needed to take a boat or at least some kind of transport - that alone should have shown them that the world was a lot bigger than they thought. The two boys continued to stare at the hand-drawn map and leaned against one another, still not making any other movements. Unless they’d been kidnapped; if that had happened, then there was a large probability that they’d been bound, blindfolded and gagged whilst travelling. If they somehow managed to escape, they wouldn’t even know which direction they had come from.
The other possibility was they’d been drugged, which led to more questions: ‘why were they kidnapped?’, ‘why were they left there by the kidnappers missing an arm and a leg?’ And then back full circle to: ‘what was that energy we felt?’ They could be the sons of an important person in Amestris and so, worth holding for ransom. The ‘why were they abandoned by the kidnappers?’ could be that the ransom wasn’t paid or the payoff went wrong and the two boys were left for dead. Similarly, it could be because of their bloodline limit that they were kidnapped, with no intention of ever being given back to their parents but that, again, begged the question of ‘why were they abandoned?’ The mysterious energy signature still evaded explanation and that was assuming the answers she’d considered so far were right.
“That’s... Not… Possible,” Ed said haltingly. “Just where the fucking hell are we?!” The words were a harsh whisper. Not only did Hokage not know that Amestris was the name of the largest country but then she started to draw a map that neither he nor Al recognised. Judging from that circle she drew around the area in the south-east, she must have thought that Amestris was a tiny island. Gah! And the squiggles she drew on those... countries made no sense either.
“Brother,” Al murmured. “I don’t understand. What – How – Why –” He shook his head, trying vainly to sort out his confused thoughts. Not that Ed could blame him – his own head was in just as much disarray. “All this is pointing to…”
Ed nodded solemnly. “Yeah, I know.” It made sense and absolutely no sense, all at the same time. They were scientists damnit! And their only ‘logical’ answer from the evidence they’d seen so far was not logical! ‘When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.’ What happens when the impossible is ‘the truth’? Ed thought wryly. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to try and calm his whirling mind and organise his thoughts into some sort of order.
‘Okay,’ Ed thought, ‘the evidence we have so far. The people here don’t speak the same language we do but as far as we know, all Amestris’ neighbouring countries and beyond do, except for a couple of regional variants Teacher mentioned but this sounds totally different. These people haven’t heard of Amestris, I don’t think; not from their reactions anyway and so soon after the Ishvalan War; that can’t be right. Their clothing is very different; granted, we’ve only seen a handful of people so far here and the furthest we’ve ever to was Dublith but the outfits these people are wearing are so much more outlandish than anything we’ve seen. This lady and the others we’ve seen could be some weirdo cult with no dress sense for all we know and the rest of the population dresses like we do.’ Ed paused his thinking process to rub at the side of his face with one hand, when he kept his eyes closed he found it easier to focus on the evidence. Feeling the comforting warmth of his little brother leaning against him he continued with his train of thought. ‘Alchemy doesn’t seem to be recognised here but in Amestris, it’s a State Qualification and recognised everywhere. It could be a translation problem, but Hokage’s reaction doesn’t support that theory. Aaargh! And that map she drew; it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. It wasn’t in any of his journals - in fact, all the evidence suggests we’re in another world but that’s just not possible… is it? No… this is just a very strange joint dream Al and I are having; we’ll wake up back home and everything will be fine.’
But if that was the case, why did everything hurt? How did he remember feeling the mind-shattering pain he’d experienced those scant few seconds he was conscious in that forest? He and Al still didn't know how they had actually gotten to the hospital in the first place and maybe they wouldn't for a long time if they didn't learn the local language. If this was indeed a dream, he shouldn’t be feeling twinges of pain in his stump of a leg. He shouldn’t be feeling the semi-rough fabric of the covers underneath his fingers. He shouldn’t be smelling the scents of the hospital, the smell of medicine and bleach. If this was a dream, it was far too realistic; there were too many senses involved.
That pretty much ruined Ed’s hope that this was a dream; no dream could be this real - so that only left his original and more disturbing theory and one he didn’t want to think about just now. It brought up a lot more questions which even collectively, neither he nor his brother could answer. It should have been impossible, it was impossible. How could they be in a different world?
Ed was distracted from his distressing thoughts when he heard Hokage speak. Not knowing if the question was directed to him or not, he looked up to see her eyes focussed on his left leg. Following her gaze Ed realised that whilst his thoughts were trying to untangle themselves yet again, his hands had crept down to clutch at the bandaged stump.
Stepping closer, Hokage repeated what she had said, emphasising the lilt at the end and glancing pointedly at the stump clutched in his hands. Ed shrugged, not understanding. She poked his stump; not too hard but it still brought a sharp pain to him and he yelped, pulling away from her. Hokage snorted softly, before turning her attention to Al, asking the same question. He nodded briefly.
“What was she asking?” Ed asked, watching Hokage heading towards the door.
“I think,” Al said uncertainly, “she was asking if we were in pain. She was watching you when you started to hold your leg.”
“Hmm,” Ed murmured. “There wouldn’t be any other way to show you were in pain would there?” he mused, moving his hands away from his stump. It didn’t really hurt, but it throbbed enough to make him grimace when a wave of pain made itself known. Now that he was more aware of it, the pain seemed to increase.
Tsunade had barely stepped out of the room before she returned, a tall, black-haired woman following her.
Al looked at his brother sceptically, an expression that Ed wasn’t used to seeing on his brother’s face. “How about screaming?”
Tsunade moved to exit the room again, leaving Shizune look after the two boys and give them the painkillers they obviously needed but were unable to ask for. Naruto was lurking in the doorway, uncharacteristically quiet. She lowered her voice to address him.
“Make yourself useful, brat.” The blonde ninja looked up at her ready to start yelling but she quieted him with a look. “When Shizune’s finished take them to the canteen on this floor.” Naruto’s eyebrows raised; his eyes moved to stare at a plate of leftovers on the windowsill. He frowned: there was only one plate but two boys... He looked back up at the Hokage, who shrugged nonchalantly.
“I was hungry while studying them.” She breezed past him, smiling and waving at the two brothers through the open door. A few minutes later, Shizune was finished with her brief check-up and as she hurried to her next patient, she told Naruto that there was a wheelchair outside the door for Ed to use.
Peering out the door, Naruto found the wheelchair; it was fairly old, its dark red upholstery faded and patched in places and the metal frame looked in need of a good polish. Wheeling it into the room, banging the door frame and leaving a dent, Naruto discovered that its wheels were thankfully well oiled with no squeaking and it moved smoothly, despite its forlorn appearance.
Moving the wheelchair to rest perpendicular to the bed, Naruto wondered if he was supposed to lift Ed into the chair also. Why the hell had he been stuck with this?! he groaned. How far was he supposed to go in helping them? Even though Tsunade had said she'd been told he was good with kids, he didn't know how to deal with these two. The decision was made for him when Ed leaned forward, grabbed the armrest in one hand and swung around, pivoting on one of the footrests to set himself down in the chair. Ed looked up, glaring, as if to say, ‘I do not need your help with that.’ It reminded Naruto too much of Sasuke’s glares. But Sasuke’s glare didn’t soften like Ed’s when he looked at other people. Ed’s glare melted away when Al slid off the bed to stand next to him. Naruto shook his head sourly; and he was looking after these two to try and distract himself from Sasuke, not to think more about his stupid teammate.
The two were watching him curiously – Ed’s neck twisted at a painful angle from his position in the wheelchair.
“Food,” Naruto said, pointing to his open mouth. To drive the point further, he also pointed to the empty plate on the windowsill.
The two brothers smiled at him, understanding the gesture and nodding, before starting a conversation in their own language, chattering away at each other with speed.
Getting a firm grip on the handles, Naruto began to move the two out of the room. Before they’d gone more than a few steps, he noticed Al looking somewhat uncomfortable. He kept on glancing at Ed and then to Naruto. Ed sighed when he saw this, muttering something under his breath and directing his words to Al. Whatever Ed was saying it caused Al to glance down at what was left of his arm and then his gaze went to the handles clasped in Naruto’s hands.
Walking down the near empty corridor and avoiding the occasional nurse or doctor rushing to deal with some emergency it took a while for Naruto to realise what was bothering Al: he wanted to be the one pushing the wheelchair but with his handicap, he’d have problems steering.
Not knowing what to say Naruto grinned at him and Al smiled back. Unseen by Ed, who sat facing forwards in the wheelchair, Naruto’s grin turned sneaky and then he pretended to swerve the wheelchair out of control.
Ed squawked, flailing wildly, fearing that he was about to crash into something or topple over. When the wheelchair finally stopped he twisted around sharply, ready to berate the clumsy blond pushing him; but then Al’s muffled giggle behind his hand reached him. Then he had a slightly different reason for shouting.
‘Damn,’ Naruto thought, a bit awed. ‘He’s louder than me; that actually hurt.’
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Date: Aug. 29th, 2007 09:05 pm (UTC)Heh, Tsunade thought Amestris was an island? XDDD
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Date: Aug. 29th, 2007 09:36 pm (UTC)But yeah, they still have alchemy so it works. ... *snort* Equivalent exchange, huh?
X3 Yuuup. That's partly (or mostly actually) why it took so long for me to get this chapter up. My problem before was that I thought Amestris was the entire planet so that the picture of Amestris would just look like a big island to her. -___-' Turned out to not be the case. Ah well, hopefully it still works out.
@___@ And now I'm getting slightly confused as what happened in the Wave Arc. They crossed the body of water to get to the big island in the centre to make a big bridge? And to get there, they crossed by canoe
Well, basically? Hmm, it makes transportation easier I s'pose. I was just wondering where the Wave guy says that both sides of the bridge were completed and they just had to go reach the centre...no subject
Date: Aug. 31st, 2007 03:54 am (UTC)Well, continents can look like islands after you draw them down on a map, since it's really hard to depict the world as round. I was thinking about how simple the names of countries are in Naruto's world. Like Fire Country, Wave Country...these names can actually be shown! They're such fundamental ideas/properties.
I have no sense of the geography in Naruto's world at all. Never paid attention to it!
BTW, I'm writing a fic for
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Date: Aug. 31st, 2007 09:33 am (UTC)*blink* *rubs head* Whoops. ^ ^; I completely missed that. Though drawing waves and understanding what they are could be difficult. Not to mention people draw fire differently. And then there's Konoha. XD Hooo boy.
:) Okay.
*shakes head* Nah, haven't. Seen it around but that's pretty much all that I know. :) Sure. But I warn ya, *raises fist* get me into another fandom and/or give me anotother truckload of bunnies and I'll - I'll *deflates* I'll do something baaad. ... *snickers* So yeah, go ahead. :)