Naruto Fan Fiction / Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Of Alchemists and Shinobi: The Broken Law ❯ The Hokage's Decision and Alphonse's Memory ( Chapter 3 )

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Note: In case you haven't already inferred this, I have altered the Naruto timeline. Please don't hate me for this.

 

 

Chapter 3: The Hokage's Decision and Alphonse's Memory

 

“Naruto! What have I said about respecting your elders!” reprimanded Iruka.

 

“Sorry Iruka-sensei,” mumbled the boy apologetically.

 

`Whoa, déjà vu,' thought Ed.

 

“That actually is not a half-bad idea Naruto,” pondered the Hokage. “In fact, it will be done. Edward, Naruto will escort you to his apartment. A tutor that Iruka-sensei will hire will arrive at the apartment in three hours. In one week I expect you to attend academy with your peers.”

 

It took a few minutes for this information to settle in, and when it did, his eyes bugged.

 

`I have to live with…with…with…him? Why can't I just die right now?'

 

“Hokage-sama, how old do academy students usually start attending…you know…academy?” inquired the pissed alchemist.

 

“Oh…five or so years?” answered the Hokage, a little unsure about it himself.

 

`Not only do I have to live with this annoying person but I'll be at the bottom of my class too?' thought Ed. Inner Ed was crying anime tears.

 

“The three of you are dismissed,” released the Hokage.

 

“Come on Elric-san, I'll show you my apartment,” cried out an excited Naruto. He literally dragged him out the door and out of the tower. Iruka, however, stayed in the office.

 

“Hokage-sama, are you sure it is wise to only give him a week to learn two years worth of training and why are you so intent on sending him to academy?” asked Iruka, allowing some of the anger he felt at the Hokage's seemingly rash action seep into his words.

 

“Do not question my actions Iruka,” coldly commanded the venerable old man. “You are dismissed.” Iruka reluctantly left the Hokage's office, now even angrier at the old man.

 

`There is something…different…about that boy. I just hope that he won't crack under the pressure…and Naruto. If I am wrong, I will have to live with that fact the rest of my life, I can only hope for the best,' thought the Hokage with a sigh. He stared out the window and pondered the future of his village.

 

Meanwhile…

 

“This is my apartment, Elric,” stated Naruto with one of his signature grins. Ed just stared at the wreckage of the “apartment.” There was garbage and dirty laundry every where; it was literally Armageddon. The only place where there was no garbage or dirty laundry on the floor was the bathroom; but there were dirty towels and an overflowing wastebasket. Naruto then led him to a room that was empty at first glance, because it was empty. There was only four walls, a ceiling, and a wood floor.

 

“Sorry that it's so empty but I've been running low on funds lately,” explained Naruto. There was a faint hint of sadness in his voice and his smile disappeared and was replace by a frown as he explained this, but the new tenant didn't even hear the apology as he was wondering where he was going to sleep. Even when he was traveling with Al he had either slept in a sleeping bag or in a bed.

 

`I suppose it's better than living in the streets though,' reasoned Ed with a sigh. “Well, what do you have to eat Naruto?” At this Naruto regained all of his happiness and that grin was plastered on his face like a painting.

 

“Ramen,” responded Naruto, somehow managing to keep his grin even while talking.

 

“And?” coaxed Ed.

 

“Ramen,” repeated Naruto, still grinning.

 

“Do you have anything other than ramen?” asked Ed exasperatedly.

 

“Nope!” answered Naruto with great pride.

 

`Great, instant ramen for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,' thought Ed, who almost vomited at the thought.

 

“Are you okay? You look green, like my pet,” asked Naruto.

 

“You're…pet?” questioned Ed.

 

“Yeah, Squishy-san,” stated Naruto matter-of-factly. “Wanna hold him?”

 

“No thanks,” refused Ed politely.

 

“Aw come on, he wants to say hello,” pleaded Naruto. And with that he went into his refrigerator (a/n: does anyone know if they exist in Naruto?) and got out what looked like an unripe tomato. He then walked back to Ed's room and plopped it in his hands. On closer inspection it was a green, furry, squishy, tangerine. In other words, it must have been sitting in his refrigerator for at least a couple of months, maybe even a couple of years. That was the last straw for Ed's insides. He vomited, all over Naruto's neon green jumpsuit and by accident gripped Squishy-san, causing it to splatter all over the both of them. After vomiting, he looked up and saw the look of a child hurt one too many times as tears welled up in Naruto's eyes. He ran out of his apartment wiping his eyes, not letting a single sound escape.

 

`Why does this always happen? Why does everyone want to take away everything I value or need? They won't even hire me, forcing me to live off of the meager orphan fund, which hardly even covers my rent. One day, I'll become Hokage and show them all whose boss,' Naruto screamed in his mind with a mixture of sadness and anger at the ignorance and spite of the villagers, and his new roommate.

 

Ed's eyes diverted to the ground and he sighed. He couldn't believe he'd made the one person who actually took him in cry, and it was a seven year old for that matter.

 

`There's only one thing for me to do,' thought Ed bravely. `To make it up to Naruto, I'll attempt to actually make this look decent.' He walked around the apartment saw what needed to be cleaned up and which rooms had the most garbage and laundry, and by doing this, for the first time he saw Naruto's room. It was actually very similar to his new room actually; there was a plain futon, a medium sized dresser, and a hamper. It was a humungous surprise to him; he expected Naruto's room to be even more of a mess than the rest of the apartment. Ed decided that he would start with the ramen packages that were reeking up the place. He went rummaging through empty cupboards looking for large garbage bags, and he actually found some, two of them. As he was thinking of a way to do it, an important question popped into his mind;

 

`Can I use alchemy here?' He experimented by drawing a small transmutation circle with a nearby crayon on a ramen package and then…

 

 

 

“You know…Ed, your brother,” annunciated Winry.

 

“I don't have a brother named Ed Winry, I'm an only child,” I said. Just to make sure I tried remembering if I did know anyone named Ed.

 

“Yes, you do! Damn it Al! You always looked up to him!” shouted Winry, tears welling in her eyes out of frustration. I just shook my head signifying a negative. She probably just imagined him and didn't realize it. “Then I'll just help you remember him then,” threatened Winry with a demonic twinkle in her eyes. As she was about to bring her wrench that appeared out of nowhere down on the boy's head, she felt someone grasping her hand.

 

“He probably has a slight case of amnesia Winry. It'll go away eventually,” reasoned Rose, keeping her grip tight on the wrench, but looking with compassionate eyes towards Al, who was laying bed with ruffled light brown hair.

 

`He's almost as cute as his brother is,' thought Rose dreamily. `Did I just think that?'

 

“Thank you Rose,” I said. I looked up and smiled at her, and she smiled back. `She really does look pretty in that pink tank-top,' the thought popped into my mind before I could dismiss it. “Now if any of you mind, I'm going to go out and walk around.” Since neither of them said anything I got out of bed and walked out of the door. It was cool out, just like how it was when I burned down our house after Mom died. Painful times, those were; it was just me and the Rockbells. I went and visited my mother's grave, but there was something different about it; the ground was uneven, like someone had dug up the ground there. `No.' I then started to frantically dig like Den. `No, only a monster would do that.' I finally found it, her coffin. I opened it and burst into tears. “What…kind…of monster…would do…this?” I sobbed, expecting the sky to answer, and sure enough, it did. Snow flakes started to free fall, like small, pure, feathers. I just stared into her empty grave and decided the only thing I could do for her now would be to rebury her coffin, and so I did. And then I just lay there, near her grave, letting snow pile around me while I sobbed tears that stung my eyes and face. I think I fell asleep there because when I woke up I was under a blanket next a fire. `If I ever found who did that, Mother, I will avenge you.'

 

 

 

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