Anyways. So, I've been receiving some good criticism-like reviews, and I thank you for your feedback, from my other My Precious Memory. So, this shall be the remake. So sorry for being all hiatus for awhile. D:

Chapter 1: Missing..

Piercing...

The place where one's heart is...where it should be...was utterly absent. There was nothing, where there was something. Things, people, and places fall, and crumble into nothing but dust...In it's wake it leaves no reminder, and becomes a speck of dust in a person's cerebral vortex.

It was as if...something was missing. Something important. Something that all things need to stay alive...But no such thing was located where the organ should be...if anything, there was a supplement for such a thing...

Red Stone.

Yes...that was it. In place of a heart, there was just a red stone, supplying life where the body should be dead, where the soul should be gone...where once were feelings and emotions, fluttered away by the wind itself. Just out of one's reach, they stayed up, held up by just a small string..but the string extended into a rope, and eventually, stretched up so long, that the emotions and feelings were either lost forever...

Or they were just fake emotions, created by someone to supplement the factor that you weren't a person, nor did you have a soul...You were just a husk of a being, once great, now gone...created by the forbidden Taboo of Human Transmutation...Everything in your skull, just a fragment of what should be there...memories of a time when you were human, memories of happiness, kindness...

But there was none. Empty. Devoid. Gone...And the only emotion you can feel...is the human emotion of jealousy. Envious of your siblings, envious of everything they had, but refusing to admit it...refusing to believe that the one thing you sought, the one thing you didn't want anymore, was all still in there, hidden away by a veil placed over your eyes...

Trickery, is indeed, a fickle thing that humans contend with each and every second of everyday. Just as the emotions themselves are fickle, so too, are the humans behind them. Yes...That makes much sense, but what one regrets to mention, is the factor they refuse to accept..

The sole fact that, in being something forbidden, something unloved, even hated...that you have something the humans don't. A life...eternal.

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Slowly, the feeling of sleep ebbs away, and erodes the wall that once shielded him from complete obliviousness. With a single rub of the head, he gently massaged the green locks of hair that now lay mattered on the pillow case. Twisting and turning around in such a bed, he finally came to the edge of it, and tossed away the useless sheets that he had tugged over his slim body.

Once his bare feet touched the ground, the man arose, and slowly stretched a little, his hand going now to scratch a little at his head. The eyes were just as groggy as before, and they drooped a little from the momentary rest period. A yawn soon found it's escape through the vocal cords of his throat, and a hand immediately went up to stifle away the aforementioned yawn.

Slowly, the man moved around the home, and tugged open a refrigerator, and glanced about inside of it's contents. Finding nothing of interest, he closed the door of said refrigerator, and moved away, slowly stepping into another place.

This room was decorated rather shoddy, and the pictures hung on sideways from the walls. These were pictures of a long-abandoned home. Because the pictures depicted scenes of a human family living together. Happy. Content. It sickened him to the core, and he tore down the pictures, and thrust them out the window.

The resulting breaking of glass sent the sound throughout the home, while pieces of it flew about in both directions, landing on the messy floor, and on the unkempt ground outside. A low growl escaped his throat this time, and both eyes narrowed heavily at the spot where the portrait was. He continued along in the home itself, kicking over a table, and sometimes just slamming a fist into another portrait.

Eventually, the man went towards the main door, and took pushed it aside roughly. The sheer force of this tore the doors hinges apart, and send chips of wood flying, as well as the door itself falling into the forest floor. It was still not enough, it seemed, and the man walked out onto the forest floor, and leapt up into the trees, landing on a nearby tree branch. He crouched down on the branch for a moment, his knee placed against the bark, and the gloved hand grasping it's diameter, while the other leg was planted firmly on it's outstretched limb.

A scowl was upon his face, and before one could blink, he leapt from this tree branch, and onto another, making his way away from the abandoned home. It was of no concern to him anymore, and it was finally getting to his thoughts, and seeping into his movements. After getting far away from the home, he finally stopped the leaping routine, and hopped down from the tree, and onto the ground below.

A green, illuminating light soon found itself enshrouding his petite form, replacing the girly figure, with a shorter stature. In place of his long, green hair, was long blond hair, tied up in a braid, and ending roughly at the near-end of his back. Instead of his bare-footed clothing, which included a top that only extended down to mid-stomach, and a rather short-looking skirt, that only went down to mid thighs..were black trousers, and in place of the top was a similar black shirt. A black coat that had white-stripes going down the rim of the jacket.

On both of his hands, instead of the black gloves, were white gloves that covered his entire hand, and in place of one of his regular arms, was a mechanical one. The intense, uncaring eyes that were his eye color were no longer there. In it's place, were two golden orbs, that shone brightly, and radiated with kindness and love...fake emotions that they gave off, to give the impression he was someone else.

His lips upturned into a smirk, and the new man moved, almost unnoticed through the crowded streets. Schemes and plans raced through the skull of this strange man, and finally, when one clicked together like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, there lay many open doors before him...and one of them...

Was utterly foolproof.

"Fullmetal Pipsqueak. Say hello to a friend of mine. His name is Pain. And he's going to grip your heart, and tear it out.." The joke itself went unnoticed by everyone, except for him. And when he finally did reach the residence which he sought out, one of his hands extended and gently knocked upon the wooden stature of the door. This plan of his would not fail...

And if it did, this girl...this companion, this...lover...

She..would die.

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Dammit!

Inside of his mind, the short-statued one would curse, and grumble, throwing out insults to himself because of his incompetent employer. It was like an inferno inside of his thoughts, and he was boiling over. Before long, it boiled over long enough, and he slammed a gloved fist unto the desk angrily.

"Damn that Colonel! Dumping all of his paperwork on me! ME!" The fingers drummed softly against the wood, and one hand rested upon the chin. His amber golden hues narrowed at the window pane, and quickly, he arose from that position, and started to pace around the desk, both of his hands going behind his back. One of the hands clenched around the others wrist, and the pacing grew faster.

"How am I supposed to get this done!? In three hours!?" He stopped pacing for a moment, and pointed at the rather..large...stack of papers on his desk, which were being held up by an armored being, trying to keep the leaning tower of papers from falling.-

"I-I don't know brother...but these papers are...heavy.." The armored individual groaned, and eventually, the tower of papers fell onto a rather surprised figure – This figure was dressed almost the same as everyone else, aside from the cigarette hanging out the side of his mouth. Unfortunately, when the papers fell upon this man, he tried to jump back, but the papers that landed behind him caused him to slip and fall onto the stack.

The still lit cigarette landed onto the papers, and flames busted forth, engulfing the entire stack in fire. The figure on the floor slowly got up, and when he saw the pile of ashes, a nervous laugh escaped his throat.- "Sorry to bother you, but Colonel Mustang said that if you didn't have the papers finished by today, he was going to make you clean up his office...but I'll just tell him your finished..since it seems there are no papers to be turned in..." The person slowly backed out of the office, and went on his way to report back to Mustang..

Meanwhile, however, the short-statued man, was not exactly happy..."HEY! DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME! I'M GOING TO BEAT YOUR ASS INTO THE GROUND, AND STOMP ON YOUR FACE! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I WORKED ON THOSE PAPERS!? THEY WERE ALMOST FINISHED! WHY I OUGHTA-!"

The armor adorned fellow, however, tried his best to calm down the rather angry midget. "B-brother! Please! It was an accident. I'm sure he didn't mean to! Just calm down.." Slowly, the angry Alchemist calmed down, and sort of just fluffed his jacket out a little, and breathed out a little. "You're right, Al. Anyways, we should head back to Winry's. She said she was cooking up something special, and said it was for a very special occasion, and I don't want to piss her off." The man named 'Al' nodded, and as soon as the other man was out the door, he too followed, and closed the door behind him.

The armor clad fellow, Al, didn't protest, but did sound a little worried. "Shouldn't we have cleaned up before we left?" The older sibling of the two, who was much shorter than Al, shook his head, and craned his neck to look back at his younger brother. "Nah. Mustang'll clean it up, whether he wants to or not. Come on! We're going to be late if we don't hurry..." Slowly, he grabbed Al's hand and tugged him along, now running at a faster pace along the street.

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Slowly, she turned around and glanced away from the food on the plates, and the knife she held in her hand. Putting down the blade, she untied the apron adorned her figure, and placed it on the table nearby, and headed for the door.

Then she opened the door, only to greet the person she was actually expecting! It was rather odd, though. She hadn't expected him home early. Maybe he got done with the paperwork earlier than expected? Oh well. The earlier, the better!

"Oh! Edward! You're home early. I didn't expect you home this early." When the door was wide open, Edward stepped through, and flashed his traditional smile at her. She smiled back, and ushered him into the dining room table.

"Hurry up. Hey, where's Al? I thought he'd be here with you.." She inquired to the man now heading on over to the table. He shot back at her, in a traditional happy tone..

"Oh! Al. He said he wanted to get you a gift of appreciation, and he wanted it to be a surprise..I offered to go with him, but he said he wanted it to be a surprise, and told me to go on ahead." He turned around to fully look at her now, and shook his head to this.

"Don't worry about it. Al'll be back before his Dinner gets cold, I think. If you want, I could go check on him.." He started, but Winry shook here head, and the smile playing upon her lips turned into a toothy grin.

"He is?! How sweet of him! Well, I don't want you to spoil the surprise, since you pretty much do every time..So, I'll wait until he gets back, and if he's late, we can always sit around the table and talk. It'll be fun!" Her smile practically beamed happiness, and she turned around to go finish making the food she had prepared. "It'll be ready in a few minutes, Ed, so don't get too antsy!" She shouted, before taking the knife back up, and cutting the roast beef.

However, Edward had decided on something a little less...Beefy, and a little more of her. Slowly, he had ascended her stairs, and quietly snuck up to her room. Slowly, he opened the door, and the amber golden hues took in everything. When he spotted a few things he might need, he had grabbed them. It was just simple clothing, mostly...

But, when he came back down, wrapped around his forearms was a few sweaters...and they were certainly not for the cold weather. When at least he had come upon the girl, his arms wrapped around her waist. Surprised, Winry went to turn around and smack him. That was, until she found her body being thrown against the nearest wall. When she had thumped against the wall, Edward had slammed his hands wrapped under her shirt and ripped the black top from her, and without even a glance to her exposed skin, put the sweater on her backwards, and used the long sleeves to tie her arms in a straight jacket look.

She kicked at his shin, and Ed backed away for a moment. She tried to run away from him, but found her legs now looped around a pair of her own jeans. Before she could even scream, a large cloth came out from his hands, and was securely tied around her mouth to keep the screams to a minimum. The jeans were then wrapped around her legs, and tightened, making sure by using the rest of the clothing to keep her tied up, nice and tight.

Finally, Edwards left arm slammed against the back of her neck, and the last thing she saw before falling into unconsciousness was the cold, dead eyes of the person she thought she had come to know..and love...staring back at her, no emotion whatsoever in those golden eyes.

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I know, I know. It was a bit short this chapter, and this is my rewrite of A Precious Memory. Well, Re-Write, and not Revision, because a good number of people seemed to like A Precious Memory, so think of this as it's sister..? o.o