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Fic: Eleventh Hour (FMA/DN)
...I don't know how this story works. But it's been posted on my personal journal for a while and I figured it should be time to update this journal as well. ^^;;
Eleventh Hour
by: Shamera Tsukishirou
approx. 1100 words
Fullmetal Alchemst / Death Note crossover
The first thing Raito noticed about him, surprisingly, was that he had something white stuck on his boots.
It hadn’t been the bright gold hair, the frantic arm movements, the red coat amongst all the other darker raincoats and umbrellas on that cloudy day, or even his exceedingly short stature. The first thing that came into Raito’s mind when he saw those boots was, he must be covered in chalk dust and had right then and there dismissed the student from his mind.
The second time he encountered him, he had noticed because of the bright red coat with that strange symbol in the back. Of course, arcane runes and witchcraft were all in the rage with those new age hippies at school, but the university he attended was unusually sombre, and he quite liked it that way. More peace and quiet for him to work on his plans, his life goals. It wasn’t easy to plan a takeover of the world, after all.
He had asked the student studying next to him about the small boy in that red coat. The girl next to him had blinked at him owlishly through her large glasses and answered that Mr. Elric was one of the school’s scientific researchers, and not really a student at all.
The third time Raito had seen him, Mr. Elric was in the presence of a blonde boy who did indeed look like a student at the university, and they were sprawled out on the grass outside the library, lying on their stomachs and comparing notes and whispered to each other at a furious pace. That was, perhaps, the first time Raito took any real notice of the boy in the red coat.
It was the way he was writing on the grass, really, tapping the thin blue pen against his cheek before scribbling down large quantities of notes. It was the intensity and curiosity in the usually gold coloured eyes that made Raito look twice and sense danger, even if everything about Mr. Elric seemed the exact opposite of L.
So Raito had settled himself down in a tree a few yards away from the two and had opened his backpack to take out a report he had been working on, consequently also making absent-minded notes on the margins disguised as notes on human behaviour for his physical anthropology class.
He watched the two of them laugh over something before the blonde student tugged on Mr. Elric’s hair to get his attention. They were either a couple or of very close relation to be that familiar, although they did not much look like each other. From where he was sitting, Raito had a hard time figuring out exactly what the two were working on, but he could tell that it was something unusual from the amount of large circular movements their hands made when writing. Could it be something his university was researching about? Something to do with the arcane, and that would explain that unusual symbol on Mr. Elric’s coat?
Preposterous, he scowled to himself. It was a respectable university, and the symbol on the back coat might not actually be that interesting at all- it could be just a fashion statement, after all. The youth did strange things to attract attention, after all.
But somehow a nagging voice in him said otherwise, and that voice had gotten him out of sticky situations with L before.
Besides, it wasn’t like he wasn’t familiar with the supernatural himself.
It took two weeks before he convinced his anthropology teacher that he was interested in old teachings and practices, and wanted to take part in discovering anything that would make the university famous. He had asked around about the young Mr. Elric, but had gotten mostly blank stares for his responses, or vague comments that the scientist was unusually loud or how not to anger him, which Raito noted mentally.
It had taken another two weeks before he had fine-lined himself into the laboratory, the large room smelling of steaming chemicals and chalk dust. He was introduced by the director of the school as one of the top three students, someone with a very bright future and interested in apprenticing to be their research assistant.
It was the same blonde boy whom Raito had deemed as a student before who stood up from where he had been sitting, white chalk dust smeared over the bridge of his nose, and extended a hand out to Raito, setting down the vial of dark liquid he had been studying and writing about and smiling charmingly.
The director had managed to excuse himself from the room by the time Raito smiled cautiously in return, and took the hand the blonde had extended. He got a firmer handshake than he had expected, and his smile only widened. If indeed the blonde would be of some danger to him, this would be more entertaining than he expected.
“I’m glad to see that someone in the university is actually interested in what we do and believe that it would work,” the blonde was saying even as Raito’s eyes wandered to the back of the room where he was met with a gold stare behind a stack of large tomes that look positively ancient. “We don’t get many people who believe in alchemy anymore.”
Alchemy. Yes. That was what they were studying, after all.
The blonde broke the handshake and waved him around to a stool at the edge of the laboratory, ready to teach him the basics. The gold stare from across the room only followed them, and narrowed when Raito looked his way again, but soon appeared from behind the stack of books to join behind the blonde who was talking.
“I’m afraid we’re somewhat of a mess at the moment,” the blonde was saying. “But despite what it looks like, we do know where everything is laid out so I hope you don’t feel the compulsion to clean. Books for reference are in the back, research notes are in this section, and soon I’ll take you to the room where we try practical application.”
“I can relate to messes,” Raito lied smoothly. “Don’t worry; I wouldn’t try to clean this up.” It would only give him the opportunity to look through what was going on around the laboratory with the excuse that he was acquainting himself with his surroundings, after all.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” The blonde was babbling when he saw Mr. Elric behind him. “I haven’t even introduced us yet, have I?” He gave a charmingly naïve smile and rubbed at the back of his head, uncaring of the white streaks he was leaving in his hair. “My name is Alphonse Elric, and this behind me is my older brother Edward Elric.”
“Charming,” Raito replied with his most charismatic smile. So they were brothers after all. “My name is Light. Light Yamagi.”
So apparently, Misa's gone/dead and the Elrics are stuck in modern day rather than the 1920's! :D And we'll just say Raito moved to a European school after what happened with L, ne? I have no idea what happened in the second season of Death Note (I need to read it, I know, hearing that Mello and Near are a little psychotic too... but who isn't in the series?).
What do you think? :D
Eleventh Hour
by: Shamera Tsukishirou
approx. 1100 words
Fullmetal Alchemst / Death Note crossover
The first thing Raito noticed about him, surprisingly, was that he had something white stuck on his boots.
It hadn’t been the bright gold hair, the frantic arm movements, the red coat amongst all the other darker raincoats and umbrellas on that cloudy day, or even his exceedingly short stature. The first thing that came into Raito’s mind when he saw those boots was, he must be covered in chalk dust and had right then and there dismissed the student from his mind.
The second time he encountered him, he had noticed because of the bright red coat with that strange symbol in the back. Of course, arcane runes and witchcraft were all in the rage with those new age hippies at school, but the university he attended was unusually sombre, and he quite liked it that way. More peace and quiet for him to work on his plans, his life goals. It wasn’t easy to plan a takeover of the world, after all.
He had asked the student studying next to him about the small boy in that red coat. The girl next to him had blinked at him owlishly through her large glasses and answered that Mr. Elric was one of the school’s scientific researchers, and not really a student at all.
The third time Raito had seen him, Mr. Elric was in the presence of a blonde boy who did indeed look like a student at the university, and they were sprawled out on the grass outside the library, lying on their stomachs and comparing notes and whispered to each other at a furious pace. That was, perhaps, the first time Raito took any real notice of the boy in the red coat.
It was the way he was writing on the grass, really, tapping the thin blue pen against his cheek before scribbling down large quantities of notes. It was the intensity and curiosity in the usually gold coloured eyes that made Raito look twice and sense danger, even if everything about Mr. Elric seemed the exact opposite of L.
So Raito had settled himself down in a tree a few yards away from the two and had opened his backpack to take out a report he had been working on, consequently also making absent-minded notes on the margins disguised as notes on human behaviour for his physical anthropology class.
He watched the two of them laugh over something before the blonde student tugged on Mr. Elric’s hair to get his attention. They were either a couple or of very close relation to be that familiar, although they did not much look like each other. From where he was sitting, Raito had a hard time figuring out exactly what the two were working on, but he could tell that it was something unusual from the amount of large circular movements their hands made when writing. Could it be something his university was researching about? Something to do with the arcane, and that would explain that unusual symbol on Mr. Elric’s coat?
Preposterous, he scowled to himself. It was a respectable university, and the symbol on the back coat might not actually be that interesting at all- it could be just a fashion statement, after all. The youth did strange things to attract attention, after all.
But somehow a nagging voice in him said otherwise, and that voice had gotten him out of sticky situations with L before.
Besides, it wasn’t like he wasn’t familiar with the supernatural himself.
It took two weeks before he convinced his anthropology teacher that he was interested in old teachings and practices, and wanted to take part in discovering anything that would make the university famous. He had asked around about the young Mr. Elric, but had gotten mostly blank stares for his responses, or vague comments that the scientist was unusually loud or how not to anger him, which Raito noted mentally.
It had taken another two weeks before he had fine-lined himself into the laboratory, the large room smelling of steaming chemicals and chalk dust. He was introduced by the director of the school as one of the top three students, someone with a very bright future and interested in apprenticing to be their research assistant.
It was the same blonde boy whom Raito had deemed as a student before who stood up from where he had been sitting, white chalk dust smeared over the bridge of his nose, and extended a hand out to Raito, setting down the vial of dark liquid he had been studying and writing about and smiling charmingly.
The director had managed to excuse himself from the room by the time Raito smiled cautiously in return, and took the hand the blonde had extended. He got a firmer handshake than he had expected, and his smile only widened. If indeed the blonde would be of some danger to him, this would be more entertaining than he expected.
“I’m glad to see that someone in the university is actually interested in what we do and believe that it would work,” the blonde was saying even as Raito’s eyes wandered to the back of the room where he was met with a gold stare behind a stack of large tomes that look positively ancient. “We don’t get many people who believe in alchemy anymore.”
Alchemy. Yes. That was what they were studying, after all.
The blonde broke the handshake and waved him around to a stool at the edge of the laboratory, ready to teach him the basics. The gold stare from across the room only followed them, and narrowed when Raito looked his way again, but soon appeared from behind the stack of books to join behind the blonde who was talking.
“I’m afraid we’re somewhat of a mess at the moment,” the blonde was saying. “But despite what it looks like, we do know where everything is laid out so I hope you don’t feel the compulsion to clean. Books for reference are in the back, research notes are in this section, and soon I’ll take you to the room where we try practical application.”
“I can relate to messes,” Raito lied smoothly. “Don’t worry; I wouldn’t try to clean this up.” It would only give him the opportunity to look through what was going on around the laboratory with the excuse that he was acquainting himself with his surroundings, after all.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” The blonde was babbling when he saw Mr. Elric behind him. “I haven’t even introduced us yet, have I?” He gave a charmingly naïve smile and rubbed at the back of his head, uncaring of the white streaks he was leaving in his hair. “My name is Alphonse Elric, and this behind me is my older brother Edward Elric.”
“Charming,” Raito replied with his most charismatic smile. So they were brothers after all. “My name is Light. Light Yamagi.”
So apparently, Misa's gone/dead and the Elrics are stuck in modern day rather than the 1920's! :D And we'll just say Raito moved to a European school after what happened with L, ne? I have no idea what happened in the second season of Death Note (I need to read it, I know, hearing that Mello and Near are a little psychotic too... but who isn't in the series?).
What do you think? :D