Hello everyone! :D This is an EdwardxEnvy pairing with future hints of EdwardxAlphonse and plenty other pairings I'm too lazy to list. (The big ones are these two, though.) I plan to update on a weekly basis~ Please don't flame me but I do love reviews! I'll try my best and reviews really inspire me to keep writing. :P Anyway, there are many chapters still to come and blah, blah, blah; do enjoy~!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the characters. If I did, Envy and Ed would fuck and Envy would NOT be a girl in the first anime!

Chapter 1: Father and Son Reunite

Edward snuck through the handy unlocked window in his room, making sure to latch it closed behind him. He tiptoed lightly across the floor, thankful that the carpeted floor muffled the sound of his right metal leg. He picked a fresh shirt from a stack of clothes on his bed, waiting to be picked up. He also grabbed a baggy pair of pants, a pair of boxers, and some black socks and tiptoed to the bathroom. He hated walking around barefoot when every other step resulted in the sound of someone walking with tin cans tied to their feet.

In all truth, he had just showered last night. But Ed could feel the unpleasant stench of alcohol emanating off of his clothes and hair. His mother seemed busy enough nowadays, what with his father's continuous unexplained absenses and Al's troubled teen phase; Ed didn't want his mother's rock hard shoulder - himself - and backup man to disappoint her as well. He was the one Trisha Elric could rely on to scold his brother for misbehavior or answer the phone when dad called when she just couldn't take things any more. Edward's mother was losing herself.

Trisha still made sure to feed her two children and husband - when he was home - and clean the house on a daily basis, despite the overwhelming illness that crept up on her. In fact, being a housewife was one of the few things she found comfort and release in. Her sons didn't know about her illness or her quickly approaching death. After all, why would she tell them now, when she had so stubbornly kept it a secret for years? Alphonse would certainly seek no solace in the truth with his troubled mind and Ed, her dear little man, would most definately lose all pleasure in the simple things in life if he learned that his heart's fire -the person he loved most - was to be extinguished.

Hohenheim, her lover, was another matter though. He was completely aware of his deteriorating lover, though he'd never voiced it. He never mentioned how hollow he felt, each time he returned from one of his month-long trips when his lover's laughs grew weaker, her hair duller, and her eyes less apprehensive. He still clung to the past and it caused him to ignore the truth. His trips home grew less frequent and his phone calls grew more persistant. After all, as long as he could hear his wife's melodic voice and not have to bear the stranger that came with it, he could still live on with a purpose.

Trisha wasn't a state alchemist for nothing, though. She'd learned to read in between the lines long ago and she could only feel disappointment in her husband as he abandoned not just her, but their children as well. Al needed a father around and Ed, strong as he was, just couldn't bear things. After all, wasnt that why he was sneaking home at eight in the morning after a much-needed and intoxicated night out? And try as he'd like to fool himself, he knew that his mother knew he was home.

He undressed anyway and pulled his hair out of a braid, stepping into the flow of his hotly-temperamented shower. His sneaking around would do nothing to mask that he had been out all night except hopefully, for his own amusement, trick his mind into believing that perhaps his mother hadn't heard him sneak into the room he was supposed to be sleeping in all night. Not that she couldn't hear Ed from the minute he had opened his window this morning. She'd even heard him sneaking out last night, but decided he was old enough to make his own decisions in life and would face his punishment the next morning. After all, Al wasn't home and there were no expected calls from the currently absent Hohenheim. Trisha didn't need him at the moment.

Edward had no idea of the punishment he would really recieve that morning. In fact, the only way it concerned his all-knowing mother was in the most agonizing way possible.

With a dripping wet body, hair covered in white foam from the shampoo he hadn't had time to rinse, and a small towel held around his midsection, Edward Elric faced the horror of recieving his punishment not from his mother, but his father as well. But there were no, Dad! Welcome back!s or any other happy greetings. No. Edward faced the man who had helped birth him as he appraised the maimed, bloody form of the mother who did, laying in her (death)bed. Edward faced a killer.

The eldest Elric son screamed and screamed, distorting his face with scratches and claw marks from his own hands as they cupped each side of his head as if keeping it from imploding. In the mystery novels he was so fond of, a character would relay that when walking upon a scene so bloody and grotesque as this, time would stop - but it really didn't. His hands raked at his disillusioned face, his whole body - no - his whole being shook as he absorbed the scene before him, and his ever-growing eyes twitched as he formed words incoherently.

Father turned towards son and with a knife in his hand - stained with blood that could only be his lover's - proceeding to take his son's life as well. He butchered and cut, an ever-growing full-fledged grin on his face, as Edward's life was cut into halves...thirds...eights...thousandths...

There was not a single trace of Edward Elric left.