Emtiness

He knew what he did was right. And he regrets nothing as he sits and stares at the vast whiteness around him. If he had to blame anyone it would be everyone. Butting into his business when it was his fight and not theirs. And what do they do? Charge head first into the battle field. Into the darkness that was the Promised Day.

But now he sits here in the white, while they are in the dark. The darkness inside their own mind, body, and spirit. Never to awake again.

At least he said goodbye to the ones he was closest to, to the ones that he knew suffered the most. If even in such a small time frame before crossing over.

He guessed he should hold most of the blame; after all it was him that couldn't beat Father. He had a trick up his sleeve that no one could have foreseen. Giving his life to kill everyone. It was simple really; Father went to the Gate and handed over his Philosopher Stones. What was Truth to do, deny the laws of Equivalent Exchange and say no? No, that was unheard of Truth, so thus Father had gotten what he wanted, death. It's ironic really, after so many centuries and lives sacrificed to become immortal, then on the most important day, just give it all up.

And for what, nothing.

When he had touched the Gate to bring his brother back, he had no knowledge on how to stop it. So he gave his life in order for his brother to be alive again.

And Truth denied, flat out denied. So when he jumped the gun and said he would give his alchemy up, Truth merely smiled.

No Truth smirked.

And told him, though he appreciates the sacrifice that he is willing to give, it cannot be made. Truth told him that there was nothing left on Earth, Father had wiped everything clean. It was truly a vast open space, a no man's land to be exact.

So here he sits, with his life and alchemy, inside the Gate. His door no longer there, no possible way to jump through it and kill himself, no way to see his loved ones again.

He decided that he was lonely. And the whiteness was getting to him, so he thought he should cover it up. After all the sacrifices for the Promised Day were people he knew. Cared about. Loved. And now they were gone, in not a bang from a gun, but a spark from alchemy.

So he thought he should bring them alive again with a same tingly spark of alchemy. He closed his eyes and breathed. The limitless oxygen filled his lungs, he clapped his two flesh and blood hands together, and let go of the precious air as he slammed his hands on the whiteness.

Opening his eyes he no longer saw whiteness. No, he saw what appeared to be people. Engraved with alchemy into the floor, the nonexistent walls, and the never-ending ceiling, everyone who is anyone was there. People he had passed by while traveling, people who had faith in him, people who stuck to his side in time of war, people who he could call friends, family, dead. All of them dead, every single one of them. But that didn't stop him from smiling at memorial he had made.

If they had died giving their lives for him. It's the least he can do. Change the Gate from a open area to an endless tombstone. They should not be forgotten. And they will not be forgotten, not if can help it.

He clutched the cold silver watch in his pocket. Brought it out, and opened it, the time stopped at 6:59. And the other side told, 'Don't Forget .11'.

He snapped it shut and smiled. They would be remembered, as long as he lives.

AN: This is un-edited, so if there are mistakes, no doubt there are, that is my fault and I am sorry. This is a short one-shot, random idea that popped into my head...not even sure if it makes since, but here you go. A review would be appriciated! :)