Crash and Burn - FMA/GxS crossover
THE EVER-PRESENT DISCLAIMER: Fullmetal Alchemist and Gun X Sword are not mine. Neither of them are, and neither of them will ever be.
Title: Crash and Burn
Author:
austere_flare writing as
ignitedvoice
Characters/Pairings: From FMA: Havoc, Breda, Falman and Fuery. From GxS: The gals (which means Wendy, Carmen99, Yukiko and Priscilla) and Van. Pairings: A dash of Havoc/Priscilla, and a bit of (one-sided) Van/Priscilla.
Fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist crosses over with Gun X Sword and vice-versa.
Warnings: No spoilers for either. Rated T or PG-13. Crack ahead.
Summary: Will Havoc finally be lucky in love when he bumps into pink-haired armor pilot Priscilla? If you know Priscilla, you may know the answer.
Challenge:
7_crossovers
"So this is the place you were talking about, Breda?"
"Yup, this is it...the nice coffee shop I discovered a few days ago. Thought it would be a nice place to hang around in for a while." The bell tinkled as four men stepped into the shop, all clad in casual clothing instead of their usual military uniforms. They scouted for a table before settling for one between a large, ornate window and another table occupied by four girls.
Sergeant Major Kain Fuery, the youngest of the foursome, asked, "Should we ask for a menu now? I'd like to see what they've got."
"A nice cup of espresso sounds good right about now," said Warrant Officer Vato Falman wistfully. He raised a hand and waved the nearest waitress over, a chubby blonde who smiled just a little too widely for the men's tastes, especially for Falman, who claimed that she was giving him the eye while she passed out the menus.
"I think Havoc's giving someone else the eye," Second Lieutenant Heymans Breda noted, stroking his chin and glancing over his menu.
And sure enough, Jean Havoc, who shared the same rank as Breda, was not poring over the menu like the rest of his comrades, but casually leaning back in his chair and surveying the lovely ladies in the next table - actually, three lovely ladies and a girl. He was about to suggest a quadruple date when he spotted the shortest - a redhead with pigtails and big green eyes. Havoc didn't mind dating girls younger than he was, and the rest of his friends didn't either, but that redhead was probably too young for dating, period, even though she was quite charming in an innocent way.
He was about to survey the other three when Fuery snapped him out of it.
"Aren't you going to have anything?" he asked, adjusting his glasses. The blond waitress was back, taking down everyone's orders in a tiny notepad, her eyes flicking towards Falman every now and then. Apparently the warrant officer wasn't bluffing.
"Nah...I think I'll pass," said Havoc, not even looking at Fuery.
"Are you sure?" asked Breda, even though he was pretty sure that Havoc was sure.
"Yeah..."
Havoc didn't even notice the waitress leave, or hear Falman complain yet again about the woman glancing at him. The smoker lieutenant once again only had eyes for the three women chatting away over slices of cake and milkshakes. He first watched a shy-looking young woman with long black tresses that fell almost to her waist. When she laughed, she demurely hid her mouth behind her hand, and her emerald eyes twinkled. She was cute. Sitting beside her was a blue-haired woman who was probably a little older than the rest, but no less attractive. This one was tanned and had eyes in a lighter shade of green, and was more buxom than the rest - Havoc found himself focusing more on her chest than her face. She too, was worth taking out on a date. Some of the third girl's pink hair was pulled back in a ponytail, while the rest was tied more loosely. She also had green eyes, albeit a different hue that seemed to have a tad more blue than everyone else's. Havoc was instantly drawn to her smile...
"I know what you're thinking, Havoc," Breda's voice brought Havoc out of his reverie, along with the clink of china on wood. "You probably want to take one of those girls on a date, especially now that Mustang's not here to steal any of them from you."
"I don't know...one of them seems a bit too young for that kind of business," Fuery noted.
"Don't any of you want to take any of them on a date?" asked Havoc. He was about to reach into his pocket for his pack of cigarettes when Falman jabbed him and discreetly gestured towards a no-smoking sign.
Shaking his head, Falman replied, "No thanks. I don't even know any of them."
"I don't think now's the right time," said Fuery slowly, absently stirring his coffee and gasping as some of it sloshed over the rim. Breda passed his subordinate a table napkin and shook his head as well.
"In that case, looks like I'm on my own. And Falman, you can always try to get to know them."
"I think I'd rather get to know my espresso."
"Fine." Havoc stood up from his chair and walked towards the table, adjusting the collar of his shirt and running a hand through his light hair, a cross between blond and brown.
And before he knew it, he gasped as he bumped into someone, almost falling to the floor. He managed to keep his balance, but he heard a thump.
Glancing down, he thought, Hello, ducky.
"What did you say?" A perky female voice rang in his ears, coming from somewhere around his legs.
The second lieutenant hadn't realized that he had actually said it to himself instead of simply thinking it. "Oh...nothing," he replied, stretching out a hand to help the young woman up to her feet. She was clad in a simple beige blouse and a short skirt that showed off her flawless legs - and was the pink-haired girl, one among those Havoc had been checking out. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," she said, nodding. "Thanks...what's your name?"
"I'm Sec - I mean, you can just call me Jean...Jean Havoc. And you are?"
The girl bared the smile that had previously hooked him, her cheeks rivaling her hair. "I'm Priscilla, Jean...isn't that a girl's name?"
"Actually, it is a unisex name, which means it can be - " Falman didn't get to finish his sentence as Breda and Fuery stepped on each of his feet and made shushing noises.
Meanwhile, Havoc just chuckled.
"It can be, and it can also be a guy's name," he answered, grinning back.
"Hey, Priscilla!" one of the women called out. "Who's your new friend?"
Priscilla turned, her hair whipping around with her perfectly. Not a strand hit Havoc, thankfully. "Oh...Jean, these are my friends, Carol - "
"It's Carmen," the buxom woman corrected. "Just call me Carmen."
"Okay, she's Carmen, that's Yukiko, and the little girl is Wendy."
"And I'm not little," Wendy interjected.
"You still don't wear a bra, apparently," Carmen whispered into Wendy's ear, and got an outraged glare in return. Only Yukiko heard them, and tried to act like she hadn't.
"Our pleasure," she said in a soft, dignified voice.
"No, no, the pleasure is mine," said Havoc, quickly turning on his charm. Maybe he could manage to charm the other two - Carmen and Yukiko - as well, and instantly score a couple more dates. But first things first. "Anyway...Priscilla, perhaps you would like a cup of coffee?"
Back at the opposite table, Breda whispered, "And he said he'd pass. I think he was only saving it for when he got one of the girls." He quickly clammed up to hear Priscilla's answer.
"Oh...Jean, that would be really nice," she said, tucking a strand behind one ear. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked her companions. "If you want to leave, go right ahead."
"Have fun, you two," said Carmen, grinning slyly. "We'll just order something for ourselves and tell the rest where you are. They might come get you though, so you might just want to wait outside."
The rest? Havoc repeated mentally. Were there more of them?
"That would be great, thanks!" said Priscilla brightly. She turned back to him and asked, "What about you? What will you be having?"
"Oh...just a regular cup of coffee, nothing special, just the same. But perhaps you have something in mind?"
Priscilla knotted her hands behind her back. "Well...I sort of felt like having a caramel latte..."
"My treat," said the second lieutenant, offering her his arm. At first she stared at it, but eventually took it, and let him lead her towards the counter.
---
Havoc and Priscilla sat down at a small table for two with matching cozy scarlet armchairs. For a while they talked about each other - Havoc's escapades in the military, and Priscilla's armor-piloting contests. Carmen, Yukiko and Wendy did leave ahead of them after a little wave, but Breda, Falman and Fuery stayed, watching the couple from the corners of their eyes and whispering things like, "Is he telling her about that?" and "She's pretty smart, not like that total airhead Havoc dated three weeks ago."
Time passed - a little took quickly for Havoc's taste.
"Oh dear, look at the time," Priscilla suddenly remarked after sipping the last of her latte and glancing at the huge grandfather clock behind them. "I think I have to leave...I could keep them waiting."
"That's all right," he said, though a little disappointed that their conversation was coming to an end. Judging from how she listened intently and even had little tales of her own to contribute, she was obviously a very interesting girl. "Maybe I can accompany you to...wherever you're going?"
Priscilla beamed. "You would really do that? But...I won't be going anywhere. I'll just wait around for someone to pick me up."
Maybe another one of her girlfriends, Havoc thought. If only the rest were still around...we could have a quadruple date...
"Would that be all right with you?" she asked.
"Of course."
"Hey." The second lieutenant waved towards his group. "You guys, I'll just be taking Priscilla out for a while to meet someone. By the way, Priscilla, these are Heymans Breda, Vato Falman and Kain Fuery, my mates."
After she said hi and waved to them, the coffee shop door tinkled again. The breeze was slightly chilly, but the girl turned down Havoc's request to lend her his jacket.
"I'm not that cold, don't worry."
"So," he began, drawing a cigarette, "who's this other friend of yours?" With a flick of the lighter, he got his tobacco fix for the day.
"I...don't know who among them will find me," said Priscilla, shrugging. "But - "
"There you are, Priscilla."
Taken aback, Havoc nearly spat out his cigarette. He was expecting another girl to pick Priscilla up, but the voice that had called her name was distinctively a male baritone. Unless she had girlfriends with strange vocal cords...
"Van!" Priscilla exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.
Nope, she didn't.
The "friend" coming to get her was a man - a man clad in what looked like a cross between a wedding tuxedo and a Wild West-inspired outfit, including a matching hat with a tinkling gold ring on the right side. There was no doubt about it, and Havoc felt his heart sink lower as this stranger loomed closer, like some blank-faced, slouched harbinger of evil.
"They sent me to find you," said Van in that same drawl. "We're leaving. Are you done yet?"
"Now? Oh...all right. Thank you for everything, Jean!" she said, apparently not noticing Havoc's still-stunned expression. "Sorry...maybe we can see each other again!"
"No problem," said the lieutenant, exhaling a bit of smoke as he did his best to hide everything behind a cool facade. "'Bye, Priscilla."
And with that, they walked away. When he saw Priscilla latch onto Van's arm and begin chatting his ears off, Havoc thought he felt his heart drop straight onto the pavement.
Stubbing out his cigarette, he sighed and walked back into the shop. It was over before it had begun - it was obvious from the great big smile Priscilla had when she saw Van, despite the latter barely showing any emotion or reaction whatsoever.
But Havoc didn't hear Van say slowly to her, "Umm...Priscilla?"
"Oh, sorry." She quickly let go of him, her cheeks pinker than her hair, but by then Havoc had already gone inside.
---
"So, Havoc, how was it?" asked Breda.
"Oh, the usual," was the muttered reply as Havoc slumped into his seat, staring at the table surface. "I'll probably have another coffee...and another...and another..."
Title: Crash and Burn
Author:
austere_flare writing as
ignitedvoice
Characters/Pairings: From FMA: Havoc, Breda, Falman and Fuery. From GxS: The gals (which means Wendy, Carmen99, Yukiko and Priscilla) and Van. Pairings: A dash of Havoc/Priscilla, and a bit of (one-sided) Van/Priscilla.
Fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist crosses over with Gun X Sword and vice-versa.
Warnings: No spoilers for either. Rated T or PG-13. Crack ahead.
Summary: Will Havoc finally be lucky in love when he bumps into pink-haired armor pilot Priscilla? If you know Priscilla, you may know the answer.
Challenge:
7_crossovers
"So this is the place you were talking about, Breda?"
"Yup, this is it...the nice coffee shop I discovered a few days ago. Thought it would be a nice place to hang around in for a while." The bell tinkled as four men stepped into the shop, all clad in casual clothing instead of their usual military uniforms. They scouted for a table before settling for one between a large, ornate window and another table occupied by four girls.
Sergeant Major Kain Fuery, the youngest of the foursome, asked, "Should we ask for a menu now? I'd like to see what they've got."
"A nice cup of espresso sounds good right about now," said Warrant Officer Vato Falman wistfully. He raised a hand and waved the nearest waitress over, a chubby blonde who smiled just a little too widely for the men's tastes, especially for Falman, who claimed that she was giving him the eye while she passed out the menus.
"I think Havoc's giving someone else the eye," Second Lieutenant Heymans Breda noted, stroking his chin and glancing over his menu.
And sure enough, Jean Havoc, who shared the same rank as Breda, was not poring over the menu like the rest of his comrades, but casually leaning back in his chair and surveying the lovely ladies in the next table - actually, three lovely ladies and a girl. He was about to suggest a quadruple date when he spotted the shortest - a redhead with pigtails and big green eyes. Havoc didn't mind dating girls younger than he was, and the rest of his friends didn't either, but that redhead was probably too young for dating, period, even though she was quite charming in an innocent way.
He was about to survey the other three when Fuery snapped him out of it.
"Aren't you going to have anything?" he asked, adjusting his glasses. The blond waitress was back, taking down everyone's orders in a tiny notepad, her eyes flicking towards Falman every now and then. Apparently the warrant officer wasn't bluffing.
"Nah...I think I'll pass," said Havoc, not even looking at Fuery.
"Are you sure?" asked Breda, even though he was pretty sure that Havoc was sure.
"Yeah..."
Havoc didn't even notice the waitress leave, or hear Falman complain yet again about the woman glancing at him. The smoker lieutenant once again only had eyes for the three women chatting away over slices of cake and milkshakes. He first watched a shy-looking young woman with long black tresses that fell almost to her waist. When she laughed, she demurely hid her mouth behind her hand, and her emerald eyes twinkled. She was cute. Sitting beside her was a blue-haired woman who was probably a little older than the rest, but no less attractive. This one was tanned and had eyes in a lighter shade of green, and was more buxom than the rest - Havoc found himself focusing more on her chest than her face. She too, was worth taking out on a date. Some of the third girl's pink hair was pulled back in a ponytail, while the rest was tied more loosely. She also had green eyes, albeit a different hue that seemed to have a tad more blue than everyone else's. Havoc was instantly drawn to her smile...
"I know what you're thinking, Havoc," Breda's voice brought Havoc out of his reverie, along with the clink of china on wood. "You probably want to take one of those girls on a date, especially now that Mustang's not here to steal any of them from you."
"I don't know...one of them seems a bit too young for that kind of business," Fuery noted.
"Don't any of you want to take any of them on a date?" asked Havoc. He was about to reach into his pocket for his pack of cigarettes when Falman jabbed him and discreetly gestured towards a no-smoking sign.
Shaking his head, Falman replied, "No thanks. I don't even know any of them."
"I don't think now's the right time," said Fuery slowly, absently stirring his coffee and gasping as some of it sloshed over the rim. Breda passed his subordinate a table napkin and shook his head as well.
"In that case, looks like I'm on my own. And Falman, you can always try to get to know them."
"I think I'd rather get to know my espresso."
"Fine." Havoc stood up from his chair and walked towards the table, adjusting the collar of his shirt and running a hand through his light hair, a cross between blond and brown.
And before he knew it, he gasped as he bumped into someone, almost falling to the floor. He managed to keep his balance, but he heard a thump.
Glancing down, he thought, Hello, ducky.
"What did you say?" A perky female voice rang in his ears, coming from somewhere around his legs.
The second lieutenant hadn't realized that he had actually said it to himself instead of simply thinking it. "Oh...nothing," he replied, stretching out a hand to help the young woman up to her feet. She was clad in a simple beige blouse and a short skirt that showed off her flawless legs - and was the pink-haired girl, one among those Havoc had been checking out. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," she said, nodding. "Thanks...what's your name?"
"I'm Sec - I mean, you can just call me Jean...Jean Havoc. And you are?"
The girl bared the smile that had previously hooked him, her cheeks rivaling her hair. "I'm Priscilla, Jean...isn't that a girl's name?"
"Actually, it is a unisex name, which means it can be - " Falman didn't get to finish his sentence as Breda and Fuery stepped on each of his feet and made shushing noises.
Meanwhile, Havoc just chuckled.
"It can be, and it can also be a guy's name," he answered, grinning back.
"Hey, Priscilla!" one of the women called out. "Who's your new friend?"
Priscilla turned, her hair whipping around with her perfectly. Not a strand hit Havoc, thankfully. "Oh...Jean, these are my friends, Carol - "
"It's Carmen," the buxom woman corrected. "Just call me Carmen."
"Okay, she's Carmen, that's Yukiko, and the little girl is Wendy."
"And I'm not little," Wendy interjected.
"You still don't wear a bra, apparently," Carmen whispered into Wendy's ear, and got an outraged glare in return. Only Yukiko heard them, and tried to act like she hadn't.
"Our pleasure," she said in a soft, dignified voice.
"No, no, the pleasure is mine," said Havoc, quickly turning on his charm. Maybe he could manage to charm the other two - Carmen and Yukiko - as well, and instantly score a couple more dates. But first things first. "Anyway...Priscilla, perhaps you would like a cup of coffee?"
Back at the opposite table, Breda whispered, "And he said he'd pass. I think he was only saving it for when he got one of the girls." He quickly clammed up to hear Priscilla's answer.
"Oh...Jean, that would be really nice," she said, tucking a strand behind one ear. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked her companions. "If you want to leave, go right ahead."
"Have fun, you two," said Carmen, grinning slyly. "We'll just order something for ourselves and tell the rest where you are. They might come get you though, so you might just want to wait outside."
The rest? Havoc repeated mentally. Were there more of them?
"That would be great, thanks!" said Priscilla brightly. She turned back to him and asked, "What about you? What will you be having?"
"Oh...just a regular cup of coffee, nothing special, just the same. But perhaps you have something in mind?"
Priscilla knotted her hands behind her back. "Well...I sort of felt like having a caramel latte..."
"My treat," said the second lieutenant, offering her his arm. At first she stared at it, but eventually took it, and let him lead her towards the counter.
---
Havoc and Priscilla sat down at a small table for two with matching cozy scarlet armchairs. For a while they talked about each other - Havoc's escapades in the military, and Priscilla's armor-piloting contests. Carmen, Yukiko and Wendy did leave ahead of them after a little wave, but Breda, Falman and Fuery stayed, watching the couple from the corners of their eyes and whispering things like, "Is he telling her about that?" and "She's pretty smart, not like that total airhead Havoc dated three weeks ago."
Time passed - a little took quickly for Havoc's taste.
"Oh dear, look at the time," Priscilla suddenly remarked after sipping the last of her latte and glancing at the huge grandfather clock behind them. "I think I have to leave...I could keep them waiting."
"That's all right," he said, though a little disappointed that their conversation was coming to an end. Judging from how she listened intently and even had little tales of her own to contribute, she was obviously a very interesting girl. "Maybe I can accompany you to...wherever you're going?"
Priscilla beamed. "You would really do that? But...I won't be going anywhere. I'll just wait around for someone to pick me up."
Maybe another one of her girlfriends, Havoc thought. If only the rest were still around...we could have a quadruple date...
"Would that be all right with you?" she asked.
"Of course."
"Hey." The second lieutenant waved towards his group. "You guys, I'll just be taking Priscilla out for a while to meet someone. By the way, Priscilla, these are Heymans Breda, Vato Falman and Kain Fuery, my mates."
After she said hi and waved to them, the coffee shop door tinkled again. The breeze was slightly chilly, but the girl turned down Havoc's request to lend her his jacket.
"I'm not that cold, don't worry."
"So," he began, drawing a cigarette, "who's this other friend of yours?" With a flick of the lighter, he got his tobacco fix for the day.
"I...don't know who among them will find me," said Priscilla, shrugging. "But - "
"There you are, Priscilla."
Taken aback, Havoc nearly spat out his cigarette. He was expecting another girl to pick Priscilla up, but the voice that had called her name was distinctively a male baritone. Unless she had girlfriends with strange vocal cords...
"Van!" Priscilla exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.
Nope, she didn't.
The "friend" coming to get her was a man - a man clad in what looked like a cross between a wedding tuxedo and a Wild West-inspired outfit, including a matching hat with a tinkling gold ring on the right side. There was no doubt about it, and Havoc felt his heart sink lower as this stranger loomed closer, like some blank-faced, slouched harbinger of evil.
"They sent me to find you," said Van in that same drawl. "We're leaving. Are you done yet?"
"Now? Oh...all right. Thank you for everything, Jean!" she said, apparently not noticing Havoc's still-stunned expression. "Sorry...maybe we can see each other again!"
"No problem," said the lieutenant, exhaling a bit of smoke as he did his best to hide everything behind a cool facade. "'Bye, Priscilla."
And with that, they walked away. When he saw Priscilla latch onto Van's arm and begin chatting his ears off, Havoc thought he felt his heart drop straight onto the pavement.
Stubbing out his cigarette, he sighed and walked back into the shop. It was over before it had begun - it was obvious from the great big smile Priscilla had when she saw Van, despite the latter barely showing any emotion or reaction whatsoever.
But Havoc didn't hear Van say slowly to her, "Umm...Priscilla?"
"Oh, sorry." She quickly let go of him, her cheeks pinker than her hair, but by then Havoc had already gone inside.
---
"So, Havoc, how was it?" asked Breda.
"Oh, the usual," was the muttered reply as Havoc slumped into his seat, staring at the table surface. "I'll probably have another coffee...and another...and another..."