D3ath: NOOO!! LET ME SAY SOMETHING!! (flails)

Ed: (shoves her into a closet) NOT UNTIL YOUR SUGAR HIGH IS OVER, DAMMIT!!

Al: …she doesn't own us…

Ed: (scowling) and everything will be explained in due time. So don't send us any damn reviews asking us what's going to happen. That's why this is the FIRST DAMN CHAPTER. It's not supposed to explain everything in the first paragraph, understood?

Al: Brother, don't scare them! (bows hastily) You're welcome to review!

"Nragh…" a figure lay in the grass, unmoving. Beside him, the smoking remains of an aircraft (or what used to be one) sat there, covered in a black, sticky substance that trailed from the wings, to the old-fashioned propeller, to the remains of the plane scattered about on the ground. Bits of armor was spread out among the ground, also covered in the strange, dark material. The figure stirred, and groaned, opening golden eyes to stare up at the darkening sky. "What…"

"He's awake!"

The five children and the elderly man had looked up, startled, at the large rumble and the sudden quake. The cooking pot fell out of the man's hand, and blue eyes narrowed from behind glasses. A small blonde girl raised an eyebrow.

"What was that?" exclaimed a large, dark boy, a piece of carrot falling out of his mouth.

"It could've been an earthquake," a tall, skinny boy with freckles said, ever practical.

The small boy with glasses shook his head. "I don't think so," he said seriously, glancing around. "I doubt that an earthquake would make a noise like that."

"What is it then, Edogawa-kun?" the blonde inquired quietly, folding her arms. He shrugged wordlessly, his gaze fixed in the direction of the rumble. She smirked. "You want to…ah, investigate, don't you?"

"Let's go!" a black-haired girl cheered. The elderly man adjusted his round glasses and picked up the fallen pot.

"I think we should wait until the police arrive, Ayumi-chan," he said, but the others paid no heed.

"Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!" they chanted, hopping around in a circle. The black-haired boy with glasses sighed as the blonde watched them with a shake of her head. The elderly man sighed.

"Alright; Conan-kun, why don't you go with them while Ai-chan and I clean up? We'll meet you four later."

The bespectacled boy nodded, and the three other children cheered, taking off through the woods. He sweatdropped. "Oi, oi, hold on!"

Ai watched them leave, frowning before she picked the empty plates. "I'll wash, you dry," she said to the elderly man, before turning to the water faucet.

"Wah…" the three children looked up at the plane in wonder.

"It looks like a spaceship!' exclaimed Ayumi, her eyes wide.

"That's impossible," Mitsuhiko said in disbelief, shock on his face as he stared up.

Genta only looked at it in awe, gaping.

Conan looked around sharply, taking in the condition of the large plane and the gooey substance splattered among it. "What is this…?" he murmured, taking out a handkerchief and grabbing a piece of the material, wrapping it in the handkerchief for later inspection; it was an old habit of his. He heard a groan, and whirled around to see a figure lying amongst the remains of the plane and the black material. He stirred, and Conan hurried up to him while the other kids glanced over, startled to see someone alive. Quickly, Conan checked his pulse and the condition of his body; he looked to be in good shape, if he wasn't unconscious.

"What…?" he mumbled in English, golden eyes opening, and Conan turned to the others.

"He's awake!" he called in Japanese, and the others nodded in relief, before turning to the suit of armor they were inspecting, talking in hushed voices.

"Do you think he's an alien?"

"No. And what's with all of the suits of armor?"

"Wah! This one looks so cool!"

The golden-eyed boy struggled to sit up, and Conan noted with surprise how the stranger was dressed. He looked to be only sixteen or so, but he was dressed like someone from the early twentieth century. He winced as he pulled himself into a sitting position, holding his head. He looked at the black-haired boy in confusion. "What…what happened?"

"Your plane crashed—" Conan checked his watch "—fifteen minutes ago. Are you the only survivor?"

"I- I don't know…Where am I…?" he mumbled, looking up at the orange-tinged sky. "How—"

"You're on Mount Shiro," Conan supplied, frowning. Confusion flickered across his face.

"Huh?"

"Mount Shiro, Japan, right next to Tokyo."

Golden eyes widened, and he jumped up swiftly, much to Conan's surprise. "Japan? How the hell am I in Japan?" He paused for a moment, taking in the situation. "Did…did the gate…?" he trailed off, spotting Conan. "Hold on," he ordered, and strode briskly to the plane. The three children watched as he stepped in, and all was quiet before he stepped back out. "She's dead," he sighed, leaning against the plane. "Must've been from the crash…"

"Where are you from, niisan?" Ayumi asked, her blue eyes wide as she looked up at the blonde teen. He stared at her in confusion, before glancing at Conan.

"What'd she say?" said the blonde, frowning.

"She wants to know where you're from."

"Oh…I'm from Germany." He waited patiently as Conan translated, before talking. "Kid, when's the next boat to Munich?"

Conan frowned. "Wouldn't it be faster to take a plane?" he asked, blue eyes narrowing from behind overlarge glasses.

"But planes hardly work, other than the ones used during World war one!" the blonde snapped, folding his arms. "But I doubt I'd be able to get a fighter plane to take me!"

"What are you talking about?" Conan asked, flabbergasted. "We use planes for travel all the time, and not just for fighting."

Now it was the blonde's turn to be stunned. "Huh? They've made planes for travel? Since when?"

"Ever since after World War two," Conan retorted. "How long have you been living in a cave?"

The three children watched the other two, completely at a loss about what was being talked about. Ayumi turned her attention back to the suit of armor they were investigating earlier, when she noticed something. It seemed to be moving…

Everyone jumped as Ayumi let out a shriek, and whirled around as the suit of armor spoke.

"I didn't mean to scare her…" a voice said apologetically, in English. Surprise flitted across the blonde's face as he strode over to the armor, leaning down over it, tapping the helmet.

"So, you've attached your soul to a suit of armor again, Al?" he asked with a weary smile, his golden eyes flashing in amusement. "How long is this one going to last--?" his eyes widened as the helmet fell off, and a boy, around the age of fourteen, with dark blonde hair and gray eyes, looked up at the blonde, grinning cheekily.

The first blonde stumbled back in shock. "Al…?" he whispered, the color draining from his face. "When did you—how—"

Al began to unfasten the breastplate on the armor, climbing out. "General Mustang allowed me to jump on at the last second, brother," he said cheerfully, stretching. "I was able to climb on at the last second, and I hid in the armor over there," he said, nodding at the empty suit of armor. "Now we can have adventures and travel together, just like we used to do during our search."

The blonde gaped at Al for a moment. "You've gotten your memory back…?"

Al nodded happily. "Yep," he said, smiling gently. He turned towards the children. "Hey, brother, why are we in Japan…?" his face darkened. "Did he say world war two?"

Mitsuhiko tapped the boy with glasses on the shoulder, talking in rapid Japanese as the other two gaped. The bespectacled boy nodded seriously before turning back to the two brothers.

"He wants to know why you're dressed so oddly," he said, frowning. "And what you've been saying so far…" his blue eyes flashed. "You talk about World War One, but you don't know about World War Two? And the whole thing about soul attachment…to the suit of armor…what are you talking about?"

The brothers traded uneasy looks. "I don't think you'd understand," Al said carefully, smiling down at the four children. "It's very complicated…" he grinned sheepishly at his brother before he grew serious. "Brother…what are we going to do about Eckhardt?"

The blonde sighed and ran a hand through his golden ponytail. "Bury her, I guess," he said quietly. "She died upon impact, apparently…or, you know…the g-" he stopped, seeing the suspicious look on the small boy's face. "-the grating on the armor she was wearing," he said hastily, covering up his slight blunder. Al nodded, understanding fluttering across his face before his expression became neutral. "C'mon, Al," the blonde muttered, beckoning to the younger brother, "let's get started."

"Conan-kun, what were they talking about?" Ayumi asked, curiosity apparent on her face as she watched the brothers go in. Her eyes widened as she saw the woman they carried out, and she gasped. "Conan-kun, is she--?"

"It seems as if she died from the impact of the plane," Conan said seriously, carefully watching the brothers. "I'm going to call the police, though, just in case." Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, and Genta nodded solemnly as they watched the brothers bury the blonde woman in the armor.

D3ath: yeah…(sweadrops) sorry about that little…display earlier. I was kinda…

Ed: idiotic.

D3ath: No I wasn't! I was just on a little sugar high, that's all!

Ed: just a little…? You've got to be fuckin' kidding me.

Al: brother!

Conan: (scowling as D3ath glomps him) review please…(twitch) Can you PLEASE get off?!

D3ath: But you're so kawaii!! (spots Conan's watch) AUGH! OKAY!! I'LL GET OFF!! (tries to get away but is shot with watch).