#cant believe all it took to demolish my writers block is a short angry blonde kid

[senagune]

strange little crossover that is absolutely demolishing my year-long writers block snippet

When Akira first meets Edward Elric, he comes across a blonde blur that nearly rams into him on the streets of Shibuya. Akira almost kneels over from the hit but manages to keep himself on his feet. He tears his eyes from the ground and looks at whoever bumped into him. 

A teen, somewhere around Akira's age, with bright blonde hair tied into a simple braid and shockingly gold eyes, his features distinctly European, stares back. He looks like a cosplayer of some sort, but the hair looks genuine and the simple t-shirt and black pants don't look like anything Akira can name off the top of his head. He’s never met anyone with golden eyes, but he really doesn’t think the other teen is wearing contacts.

“Sorry about that, wasn't watching where I was going,” the kid — he has to be younger than Akira, the top of his head just reaches Akira’s chest — says in jarringly fluent Japanese, “where's the library?”

“Um, ” Akira says. He doesn't actually know where the library is. His movement range is limited to like, two stations per day and the only library he’s even vaguely familiar with is the one at Shujin. “I'm not sure. You might be better off checking with the station managers.” He waves a hand vaguely towards the hustle and bustle of rush hour Shibuya Station.

The other teen grunts in acknowledgement. “Thanks.” Then he's gone into the station, just as fast as he came.

Akira stares at the disappearing bundle of blonde as he whirls into the station, then shrugs to himself. As unusual as the encounter is, it honestly doesn’t even top his list of strangeness. It’s Tokyo, after all.