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scriveynerTitle: Anything Helps
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup, Chasing the Sun
Characters/Pairing:
Rating: T
Length: 335
Summary: "I can't take it anymore."
With a defeated groan, Ed slumped over the open book. “I’m done in,” he announced. “I can’t take it any more. Bury me in books, let my headstone read requiescant in libro.”
Al did not even look up at his elder brother’s theatrics. “You’re not getting a headstone, I’m burning your body.”
"Thanks, Al, that cheered me right up." Ed refused to raise his head. "Have you had any luck?"
"Not really." Al flipped a few pages in the book and sighed, resting his chin in his hand. "I am so done with ancient Japanese spirits. I can’t even read Japanese."
Intrigued, Ed looked at the book Al had open before him. “Were you trying?”
"No, it’s just a translation. But get this," he tapped the book. "According to popular lore, the sword is the soul of the samurai. And, conveniently enough, each of our victims had just recently purchased an authenticated Japanese sword from auction."
"Same sword, or different swords?" Ed asked, attention finally piqued.
"Same sword," Al affirmed. "It keeps going back to the auction house when the buyers can’t pay up because of a terminal case of ex-sanguination."
"Huh," Ed said. "And you didn’t think to mention this little fact before we sat in the fucking library for three hours?"
"Seemed way too easy," Al said. "Anytime a case seems that easy, the rug gets pulled out from under us, because of something simple that we overlooked. And since I don’t know Japanese, and I know YOU don’t know Japanese, I figured a small bit of research was in order." He sat back in his chair and smirked at Ed. "At any rate, I figured you would rather sulk about spending the day in the library, rather than phone up Kenshin and ask for his assistance again."
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup, Chasing the Sun
Characters/Pairing:
Rating: T
Length: 335
Summary: "I can't take it anymore."
With a defeated groan, Ed slumped over the open book. “I’m done in,” he announced. “I can’t take it any more. Bury me in books, let my headstone read requiescant in libro.”
Al did not even look up at his elder brother’s theatrics. “You’re not getting a headstone, I’m burning your body.”
"Thanks, Al, that cheered me right up." Ed refused to raise his head. "Have you had any luck?"
"Not really." Al flipped a few pages in the book and sighed, resting his chin in his hand. "I am so done with ancient Japanese spirits. I can’t even read Japanese."
Intrigued, Ed looked at the book Al had open before him. “Were you trying?”
"No, it’s just a translation. But get this," he tapped the book. "According to popular lore, the sword is the soul of the samurai. And, conveniently enough, each of our victims had just recently purchased an authenticated Japanese sword from auction."
"Same sword, or different swords?" Ed asked, attention finally piqued.
"Same sword," Al affirmed. "It keeps going back to the auction house when the buyers can’t pay up because of a terminal case of ex-sanguination."
"Huh," Ed said. "And you didn’t think to mention this little fact before we sat in the fucking library for three hours?"
"Seemed way too easy," Al said. "Anytime a case seems that easy, the rug gets pulled out from under us, because of something simple that we overlooked. And since I don’t know Japanese, and I know YOU don’t know Japanese, I figured a small bit of research was in order." He sat back in his chair and smirked at Ed. "At any rate, I figured you would rather sulk about spending the day in the library, rather than phone up Kenshin and ask for his assistance again."
