Yay! New story! Hah. I've never done an FMA fanfic before sooo... Here's this. I don't know how long it's going to be... but anyway, There will be some RoyxEd. Maybe I'll write some NORMAL fanfic sooner or later, but I highly doubt it! I'm a yaoi obsessed fangirl! =D anyway, T for language. there will be yaoi. I promise you. ENJOY! Read&Review, please! I always like critcism, just don't tear me apart, please?

PROLOUGE

He sat down for the first time that day. They were told they weren't permitted a break at all. Just because one of the soldiers had gotten cocky with another officer. Why was it so hard to get it through their heads that this was war? That this isn't just some training camp to wear you out. This is a total out right genocide of the innocent people of Ishbal.

This may be some game to them, but this was wrong in more ways than one. To wipe out an entire race just because one of their people mistake. An accident. He hadn't meant to kill that kid. One small child that he hadn't even known the name of. It was a frazzled soldier who was startled by an Ishbalan. A red eyed child. Was this country so messed up that they'd murder an innocent populous just because of a damn mistake? Yes. That's what's this has come to. Murder. Genocide. Something that would be illegal had it not been government induced. The people of Amestris sure didn't seem too pleased that the war still raged on. They wanted their families back they couldn't care less about the Ishbalans.

"They're almost gone, Roy." His voice cracked as he spoke. Hoarse from shouting at the lower ranking officers. He removed his glasses and held them up above him. Squinting, inspecting the lenses. Maes Hughes, his best friend, pulled into this mess just the same as him. He had dark circles shadowing his eyes, his hair and face covered in dirt. "Roy?" Roy Mustang snapped his head up, breaking away from his thoughts.

"Sorry, Hughes. I was- um, dis- distracted." Hughes replaced his glasses back to the bridge of his nose and look down at Roy. There was something bothering him. This war had been going on for sometime, now. Not long enough for it to be over with, though. The Ishbalans fought hard, for their land. So far, they hadn't done too well fighting off an enormous alchemic military.

"Roy Mustang, do you really think I believe that? There's something going on inside that brain of yours." Maes took a seat on the ruins of what he assumed to have been someone's home, next to Roy. "Roy, I know something's up. You've been out of it since before the war even started. What's up, man?"

Roy tilted his head to the side, receiving a popping sound from his neck, in return. He must be getting old. Tch. Old? He was barely in his twenties. Roy lifted himself off the rubble and dusted off his uniform. "Maes, I'm fine." Maes gave a disbelieving snort. "I'm okay. Really, Hughes. I am."

Roy looked around and released a heavy sigh. What the hell had gone so wrong? Why was he doing this? Blindly following orders. A "dog of the military" as they called him. They were right. To help in the causing the pain of people he didn't even know. It was wrong. So, so wrong. This wouldn't happen once he became fuhrer. No war that wasn't necessary would occur.

"Mustang. Time to get back to work." Roy turned around, rubbing his eyes. The circles just seemed to grow darker each time he snapped his fingers. Each time he destroyed a life. Each time he burned something in this baren dessert area. Each time those passionate red flames engulfed an Ishbalan home. "Hey, Roy! Hello?" Roy just glared at the man who interrupted his thoughts. As the sun glinted against his black eyes.

"I'm going, General." Going to destroy more lives and tear himself up even more than he already is, now.

Thoughts? I wrote this sitting in my grandma's living room, bored! =) Well I hope you like it. Please review! It would make me happy. Tell me things I can do to become a better writer.

PS I promise the next chapters will be longer! This was only the prolouge! =D