Yeah, so I was typing up one of my larger fanfic projects when this poped into my head... Heh... Procrastination... Greatt... Anyway, I was working on Unshed Tears. But see, I have know clue where the insparation came from... I gots such a messed up melon ^^ Anyway, I'll put up a prequel so you know what happened to poor Ed. Thanks you for the reviews that I've gotten already. They mean so much to me!
ELOSSS Alchemist
KimiUzumaki
It's been two years. Two years since he left this world, since he left his brother. The way he was murdered made me want to throw up, even to this day. The autopsy confirmed that he was alive when he had gotten wounds like that. It was torture, and it was sickening. To think that someone would do that to a child. I was stupid to send him on that mission. I will never forgive myself for letting him stay missing for a week, when the town is only half a day's train's ride away. Why hadn't that set off any red flags? Nobody had seen him get off the train. Only after a week had I noticed. But a week had been too late. A week had been ridiculously late. It had been shamefully late. My subordinate had been long dead. His lifeless body discarded in the woods like trash. All the evidence had been washed away by rain. We had no leads. His case went cold. The evidence was gone, along with the short-tempered blond in the red jacket. I was the one to find him. He didn't even look dead. It wasn't until I brushed away the leaves from his face did I feel how cold he was. I cried… I'm not embarrassed to say that I cried over my dead subordinate. I realized then that would never get to tease him again. I'd never get to see his golden eyes portray his emotions when he tried so hard to hide them. It was the small things that you tend to miss the most. Like, the way he would stand impatiently while I read his report extra slow, just to make him mad, or the way he would be able to come up with a retort for any short comment made in front of him right off the bat. I knew that everyone in the office missed him. You could see them watching to door, as if the short alchemist were to burst in and yell "Hah! You thought I was dead! Well, I'm obviously not! Here's my report, Colonel Bastard." But we all knew better not to think that way. You would become paranoid. Nobody missed him more then his brother, who had brought his body back to their home town as soon as we had gotten off the train with him. Of course I had attended the funeral. Everyone from the office had…
Roy Mustang stared at the photo on his desk. It was when Ed had gotten back from his first mission as a State Alchemist. That was the only time that Roy remembered that the kid had every respected him. He had been traveling for three years…
Roy shook his head. Just because it's his death anniversary doesn't give you an excuse to slack off on your work. He scolded himself. You have a job and a GOAL!
Roy reached down to the bottom left drawer of his desk. Nobody knew he had these, but it was the only piece of Ed he had left. His fingers slid under a pile of unedited reports that were the original copies of reports that Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist.
Born on February 3, 1899 and died on March 12, 1913, but wasn't found until March 21, 1913.
Roy had been shamefully late…