AUTHOR'S NOTE: Shiro: Hello! This is Shiro and Amaya with our first collaborative fanfic. I, Shiro, have done a few fanfics of my own as a separate author... But now we haz an account togethers. So Yayzzzzzzz!

Amaya: I myself have never written a fanfic in particular, but I have written other types of things in the past. Right now I am working on my own original book (that I still do not have a title for. RAWR!), but I am having so much fun writing this fic right now that it's not even funny.

Shiro: Yes it is. But please take it easy on us.

Amaya: Stay tuned bitches!

Shiro: =^-^=

Both: P.S. We don't own FMA. We may be awesome, but we're not that awesome...

~~~~~~~~~~Amaya's POV~~~~~~~~~~

*knock knock*

Amaya heard the knock at the door. (a/n Amaya: Like, no shit.) A smile spread across her face as she jumped out of her seat. She knew what was awaiting her outside, and thought, finally it's here. Quickly, she ran to the door and almost tripped over her own two feet. She opened the door and looked down to find a small (a/n Amaya: hehe, small) box. Amaya let out a little squee and picked up the box. Once she took it back inside, she grabbed a knife from the kitchen drawer and sliced open the tape. When the box was at last fully open, she gave a Cheshire Cat grin at what she saw. Immediately, she rushed back to her room and grabbed her phone. I have to call Shiro and tell her! She thought excitedly.

~~~~~~~~~~Shiro's POV~~~~~~~~~~

Bored. Boredom. Bored as fuck. Bored to death. Shiro stared at the ceiling contemplating the ways to say she was BORED!

*Irish jig ringtone* "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! THE APOCOLYPSE IS UPON US! Oh. It's Amamaya." (a/n Amaya: its Amaya. . Shiro: hehe...=^-^=) Shiro answered her cellphone with a quick tap. "Ah, moshi-moshi!" She exclaimed into the phone. (a/n Shiro: sorry I will slip into random languages or accents throughout conversations)

"...Uh... Shiro?" the familiar voice of Amaya could be made out through the confusion and loudness that was Shiro's mind.

"Oh. Hi Amaya! what's up?"

"You're going to LOOOVE what I got in the mail today!" Amaya exclaimed.

"OOH OOH OOH WHAT?! WHATISITWHATISITWHATISITWHAT ISIT?!"

"Shiro! Shiro! Calm yo ass down." (a/n Shiro: how come you get to do the better black accent. I always sound whiter! Amaya: Cause I'm awesome like that)

"Okay, what is it?"

"I'll give you a hint. It's small-"

"EDWARD!"

"YES!"

"OMIGOSHOMIGOSHOMIGOSH EDWARD RAAAAAPE! ...Did I say that out loud? What I meant was..." (a/n Shiro: What I really meant was rape) In a demonic voice, Shiro whispered menacingly into the phone, "Come get me, nooooooow."

~~~~~~~~~~Time lapse (mothafucka!)~~~~~~~~~~

Amaya pulled up in her car to Shiro's house, with the Edward plushie in her lap. When Shiro saw him, she nearly broke her face on the window.

"Shiro! You have to open the door first!" Amaya shouted.

"Oh yea hehe," Shiro sweatdropped. She got inside the car and grinned as Amaya handed her the Edward plushie. "Edwaaaarrrrd," Shiro's said in her demonic voice.

"Isn't he cute?" Amaya asked with a smile.

Shiro rubbed her face against the plushie's face, forcing its head back and forth.

Amaya laughed as she watched Shiro fangirl over the Edward plushie.

~~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile in the FMA universe~~~~~~~~~~

"So, how's your search going, Fullmetal?" Roy Mustang asked with a condescending smirk.

Edward glared at the Colonel with disdain. "How do you think, Colonel Bastard?"

"Calm down, brother," Alphonse said in a placating tone.

Roy dismissed Edward's comment with a shake of his head. "Well, we have another lead on the stone west of here. We can have you on the train by this evening. What do you say to that, shrimp?"

Anger boiled within Edward. He jumped out of his chair and shouted, "I SAY YOU CAN TAKE THAT LEAD AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR-" suddenly, Edward's head jerked from side to side violently. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Hawkeye suddenly burst into the room, pistol in hand. "What's wrong? What's going on?!" She spotted Edward with his head shaking side to side as if his head was about to be ripped off. "Oh, it's just Edward," she said dismissively as she lowered her gun.

"What's wrong brother?" Alphonse asked in concern.

"I. DON'T. KNOW!" Edward shouted in reply as his head continued to convulse. Suddenly, the shaking stopped. Edward felt a little sick, and his neck hurt like hell!

Roy stared at Edward, clearly disturbed at the display he had just witnessed.

"...As I was saying," Edward said as he rubbed his sore neck. "Yea, sure whatever. Give us the information on the city and we'll go."

The Colonel was silent for a few more seconds, but at last he said, "Ooookaaaay." He handed a manilla envelope to the short blonde alchemist.

Edward glared at Mustang, as if he had just read his mind. Finally, he turned and walked out the Colonel's office, his brother, Al, in tow.

What the hell was that all about? Colonel Mustang thought.

END AUTHOR'S NOTE: Amaya: Us again! We basically came up with this idea when I got an Edward Elric plushie from Amazon a month ago. We have talked about doing this fic the whole time I've had him, but just now got around to it.

Shiro: Okay! You know what to do! Read and review! we take anolomous-

Amaya: Uh, Shiro, it's "anonymous".

Shiro: ... I knew that...

Amaya: Sure you did. 3

Shiro: Anywaaayzzzz... we accept ANONYMOUS reviews. =^w^=