Gwg: Most likely this has to be one of my worst fics I suppose. I wrote it when I was in Algebra 1 and fixed most of the mistakes I could find in Physical Science class. So, I hope that I do get some reviews for it (or something).
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist, just this fanfiction and the idea that it circles around.
Battlefield
One-shot
Do you understand what a battlefield is? Many arrive at its scene, getting ready to defeat their enemy, and yet not even half of them return home alive. Screams of death and destruction are always making themselves known. Massacres can also be a part of battle. Blood stains the hands of the soldier's left alive, and it leaves the ground forever painted in crimson.
Our existance is short, but it has ways of being prolonged. Guilt is heavy on the mind. It can make a sane man lose all parts of himself. Some say that death is a kinder punishment, and one some days I agree. The memories those fallen in battle continue to pile up. Is it wrong that I wish to die? Is it wrong that I've been moving up in rank for the kills that I have made?
No reason was ever given that I should question my duties. On the day that I killed those two doctors, the Rockbells, everything changed. They were innocent. Two kinds souls in the middle of a mindless war. I've regretted following those orders every day since then. Years later, I received a letter from two people that I never would've thought to contact me at Central.
Hohenheim's two sons, Edward and Alphonse Elric, were searching for their father and their mother's death. I also regret not being able to get there in time to stop them from attempting human transmutation to bring their mother back. While there, I met the daughter of those two doctors, Winry Rockbell. I could never look her in the eye while I was there, but maybe one day that will all change.
Yet those two boys, Edward and Alphonse, and stepping on the battlefield. In becoming a State Alchemist, Edward sold his soul to the Military. He'll be used as a weapon of destruction until he's dead and gone. Life, Death...there is no difference. Battlefields are made of choices. Good or bad, kind or cruel, they all lead to the same place.
Memories of guilt and despair only serve to drag us down. Hope no longer exists in those that fight against the State Alchemists. Faith, in a boy that fights for the people is all they have. Love, for each other and everything in this world is their strength. Maybe one day there will be no more need of the State Alchemists and the Military. Is it so wrong to fight for a better world? If we have to kill to make this world, is it worth it?
Until I find these answers than I shall continue to follow my orders. In the end it all comes back to emotions and battlefields. Life and Death is a round trip and what exists inbetween is short. Understand that I am not preaching to those around me. I am only expressing things that I have long hidden away. My eyes focus on my enemy, one of the last of the Ishbal people, as I step onto the battlefield.
Gwg: Yes, this is a very short oneshot in Taisa Mustang's point of view. It's not that good since I have only seen around seventeen episodes of the series, but it's the best I could do. So until next time, ja ne.