Disclaimer: I don’t own FMA or YYH

I thought I’d be different. I hated seeing all these YYH fics with HieixKurama, HieixOC, or KuramaxOC. It made me a little mad. And I figured out that if Hiei had a girlfriend, he wouldn’t be himself. So when these authors wrote these stories, Kurama and Hiei didn’t act write. They did make any of the other characters right because they were so wrapped up in the OC’s. So this story has no OC’s, only original characters. I hadn’t seen a YYH FMA crossover yet. :D

This takes place BEFORE The Three Kings Saga.

“talking”

thinking

‘TELEPATHIC CONVERSATION’

“Note/Message”

Chapter 1

Yusuke sat in Kuwabara’s desk chair backwards; arms resting on the backrest. “Where is Botan?” He was getting really impatient. “She said she’d meet us here right?” He adjusted in his seat. “Koenma’s late too.”

“Hey, I just realized something,” Kuwabara said from his seat on his bed. Kurama, who was leaning against a while across from Kuwabara, and Yusuke looked at him.

“And what’s that?” Yusuke asked hesitatively.

“You basically skipped school all day, so you may not have noticed, but Keiko wasn’t in school today.”

Yusuke stared at him, he started to laugh a little and Kuwabara got mad.

“What’s so funny!”

“Didn’t know you were that observant…or smart.” He cracked up again. “She was probably just sick.”

“Yusuke’s probably right. Don’t over think it,” Kurama reassured him. A tapping sound lightly filled the quit room and they all turned their attention to the window. Kuwabara stood up and let Botan in. She had a worried look on her face; she was almost in tears.

“What’s wrong, Botan?” Kuwabara asked, rising from the bed. Yusuke and Kurama stayed silent.

“What, Koenma was too busy to show up?” Yusuke said.

“No, I’m here,” The door opened, scaring Yusuke to the point he fell out of his chair. Everyone looked over to the door. A teenage Koenma walked in, Shizuru closely behind him.

“How many times do I have to tell you to quit sneaking up on us!” Yusuke yelled at him.

“I didn’t sneak up on you. I walked through the door. And this is hardly the time to be yelling at me. We have a drastic case on our hands.” Koenma paused and glanced at the faces around the room. “Where’s Hiei?”

“He wouldn’t come,” Kurama answered.

“He’s definitely going to want to be here for this,” Koenma put his hands in his pockets.

“Just give us the case already!” Yusuke was getting impatient again.

Koenma sighed heavily. “It seems a lower A class demon has escaped demon world.”

“How is that possible? What about the kekai barrier?” Yusuke said surprised.

“The hole that was cut through was weakened. But that’s not all of it.”

“What are the demons doing now that they are here in the human world?” Kurama finally spoke.

“They’ve kidnapped Keiko,” Koenma looked at his feet and Botan burst into tears, falling to her knees on the floor. Kuwabara and Kurama got wide eyed and gasped.

Yusuke just sat there, unfazed. He stared straight ahead, thinking. Captured…Keiko?

“Yusuke, are you okay?” Kuwabara waved a hand in front of his face.

“I don’t think It clicked in his head yet,” Kurama said, staring at his eyes. Yusuke gripped the backrest of the chair so tightly his knuckles turned white. A scowl started to take place on his face.

“That’s not all of it,” Koenma said, grabbing everyone's eyes.

“Great, there’s more?” Yusuke said.

“He has also kidnapped Yukina.”

“That’s why we need to find Hiei,” Kurama said to no in particular.

“Where are those damn bastards?!” Kuwabara yelled.

“We don’t know. We have only have one lead, but it’s just a note.” Botan said, finally able to calm her crying.

“If you only have a note, how did you know they were here?” Kurama asked Koenma.

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(A/N: In this, this happens BEFORE the first episode I think. That way the ending episodes never happen, and neither does the uber-amazing movie. BUT they already know about the Sins. Anyways, Ed is fifteen, Al is fourteen, Winry is fifteen. Here’s how it goes: the year is 1915. There was a successful philosophers stone made by the military a long long long time ago, and mustang didn’t tell ed or al.)

Edward Elric pulled his hands out of his pockets and pushed open the door to Central Headquarters. “Dammit, what the hell does he need us for?” He shoved his hands back in his pocket and headed for Colonel Roy Mustang’s office.

“If he needed us to get here from Resembool in one night, it must be important,” Alphonse Elric said.

“Better be,” Ed pushed open Mustangs office door and walked in without knocking, Al following closely behind.

“Ah, finally,” Mustang was sitting at his desk, his gloved hands folded under his chin.

“What the hell do you need at six in the morning?!” Ed made no effort to keep from screaming.

“Quiet down, I have a mission for you. It’s very important.”

“If it’s that important then why don’t you do it yourself?” Ed said with a smirk.

“Because you’ll be interested in this case. You came here from Resembool, right?”

“That’s right,” Al spoke up.

“Was Winry there?” Mustang asked, smirking.

“No, she was out of town,” Ed said, starting to really think about it.

“Were do you think she went, brother? We never asked.”

“I don’t know, Al,” Ed laughed once. “What idiots don’t ask where she went?”

“I did, but Aunt Pinako didn’t answer,”

“Anyways, It seems Winry was captured. Whoever did it also stole the stone.”

“The stone? YOU MEAN THE PHILOSOPHERS STONE?!!” Ed shouted. Al gasped.

“What philosopher’s stone? Someone actually succeeded in making one?!” Al said.

“Yes, the military did back in 1892,” Riza Hawkeye, who had been standing quietly behind Mustang, handed Ed a file. Ed took it and flipped through it, Al leaned over and read over his shoulder.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell us about it?! You just let us search for something that was already made!” Ed was mad.

“Calm down Edward, whoever took Winry and the stone left this,” Mustang pushed a folded note across the table.

“What’s this?” l asked as Ed unfolded it, keeping his eyes on Mustang as he did so. He read the typed note out loud.

“Dear Elric Brothers,

We have your pretty little girlfriend. If you really want to see her alive, wait in front of Central Headquarters at seven am on Tuesday. I don’t want to wait. I don’t live in your dimension, so I’ll be transporting you to mine. You’ll need to find me, because I’ll be playing with my little friends. (A/N: NOT LIKE THAT! PERVERTS!) As long as you do exactly as I say, they won’t die.”

“This has to be some kind of joke. Dimensions?” Ed talked to himself.

“Now you see why I needed you here this early. It’s already six-thirty. Are you going?” Mustang asked, but Ed was already running out the door, the note in hand.

“Brother, wait for me!!” Al ran out the door behind him, pausing to thank Mustang and Hawkeye.

Ed and Al sat on the bottom of the steps in front of Central HQ. “Who do you think did it?” Al asked, looking at the jet black crows that littered the streets.

“I don’t know. The note says they aren’t from our dimension, so it can’t be Lust or Gluttony or any of the other sins.”

Al was about to say something, but was cut off by a large black hole that opened up in front of them.

“That’s our ride I’m guessing,” Ed said, standing up. People walking to work stopped and stared, unsure whether to run away or not. “Let’s go!” Ed and Al jumped in and it closed after them.