Hello there!

So.

This series is gonna be a bit strange.

It all came to me in a flash of brilliant stupidity.

It probably won't make a whole lot of sense.

It probably will be missing some elements.

But frick frack paddy whack, I'm gonna make it work because I am in love with both of these series and I really want to write this.

So deal with it.

This is a sort of crossover. I guess. Does this count as a crossover? I have no clue. But I was reading Gunslinger Girl and then my mind wandered to some of that nice Parental!RoyEd action that I had been reading.

And then.

A horrendous idea occurred.

The rest you shall see for yourself.

xxx

"So this is him?"

The doctor adjusted his glasses and glanced down at his clipboard. "Yes. Edward Eric, age twelve. Mother deceased, father unknown. His mother and ten-year-old brother were brutally murdered in front of him as he was forced to watch." The two men's reflections shone back to them against the one-way window. "He was repeatedly tortured through the night next to their bodies. His right arm and left leg were severed by the attacker and he has numerous other major injuries. He wants to die, and it's not very hard to see why. He has no family or legal guardian of any kind." Tucking the clipboard underneath his arm, the doctor turned to him. "In other words, he's all yours. He needs your help."

Roy Mustang shook his hand. "Thank you. We'll see what we can do." The black-haired doctor nodded once and left the room, the door swinging behind him. Roy's eyes wandered up to the window in front of him. He leaned against the railing, his brow furrowing. Separated by only a two-way window, a boy lay on a hospital bed as monitors beeped and whirred around him. A plastic mask was fogged by his faint breath, the string attached to it tangled in his long blond hair. The stump of his arm was bandaged heavily. There was no bulge under the sheets where his left leg should have been. He had no family, no home, no future. He was a perfect candidate.

Weakly, the boy's eyes opened, revealing shockingly golden pupils. Edward glanced up to the one-way mirror, making direct, unknowing contact with Roy's coal-black eyes. His pale lids then slid closed.

In that brief moment, the raven-haired man knew that the dying boy before him was the one.

He was the one that would be fixed with prosthetic limbs.

He was the one that would be put under Roy's supervision.

He was the one who would be rigorously trained.

He was the one who would become the most powerful assassin the world has ever seen.

Taking the communication device from his belt, Mustang raised it to his mouth and spoke into it. "I've found him. I want this one."

The small speaker crackled to life. "Understood. We're on our way."