Woot, first story! There's not much to say, this idea is based off of a role-play that I did with my friend a while ago. Anyway, I hope that this is a good start for me on Fan Fiction. R and R would be greatly appreciated, heck I'll even accept flaming; anything that'll help me write better stories. -

Disclaimer: FullMetal Alchemist never has, never will, and does not belong to me. Plus my uncles a lawyer so that would suck...

Side Note: This takes place before the end of the series! So...yeah.

Chapter One: Human Transmutation

A decision was made, one that would change his life forever.

He didn't know why, it must've just been a mere impulse, a gut feeling if you will. The idea came into his mind at the oddest moment, a visit to the Hughes home to check up on Gracia and her daughter. Since then he'd thrown away the idea, it was a forbidden alchemy, not to be attempted by anyone. A living example was right under his nose.

But something told him to do it, a strong will that he had kept suppressed for too long.

Edward kept talking, soon realizing that the Colonels head was in the clouds.

" Colonel Bastard!"

No response.

" Are you listening to me!"

Finally he realized what was going on and shook his head slightly, " Oh, um, sorry." He quickly regained his composure and sat up, trying to recall what FullMetal had just said, " Um, could you repeat that please?"

Ed gave the Colonel an odd look before tossing his suspicion aside, " I said that one of the Homunculi died!"

It was Roy's turn to give Ed an odd look now; " You're still chasing after those things?" He wanted to believe the boy, but his theories always proved false in the end. That and Roy had never seen one of these creatures for himself.

Ed sighed out of frustration, mumbling under his breath, " Forget it. I gave you the stupid report, can I leave now?" Roy nodded and Ed couldn't help but wonder what was going on inside the Colonels mind. Was he worried? Scared? Or just out of it? He ignored it though and walked out as if nothing was wrong, though something inside him told him that the Colonel was plotting something that could get him killed.

Roy sighed, leaning back in his chair and staring at the ceiling. He was still unsure as to if what he was going to attempt was a wise choice. Though now; he felt as if he didn't have much of a choice in the matter.

xXx

He made up an excuse, which he told everyone who asked him why he was staying late. After the last lie was told he shook his head, kneeling down and getting what looked like a few loads of groceries out of his larger desk drawer.

Water; 35 liters

Carbohydrates; 20 Kilograms

Ammonia; 4 liters

Calcium; 1.5 Kilograms

Adenosine; 800 grams

Salt; 250 grams

Nitrogen; 100 grams

Sulfur; 80 grams

Fluoride; 7.5 grams

Silicon; 3 grams

Assorted Trash and Trace Metals; 20 grams

The components of a human body.

This has to work...

He thought, sitting the small bag of 'ingredients' on the floor and taking a small piece of chalk out of his pocket. Bit by bit, he began to draw a large Transmutation circle on the floor, every so often looking at a picture for guidance.

Finished, he literally dumped the bag onto the center of the circle, tossing the empty bag into the trashcan. It was too late now; he'd have to do this sooner or later.

xXx

Riza jogged back up the steps leading into Central HQ, she had forgotten a few important documents on her desk. Sighing in a relieved tone, she had been completely oblivious to the fact that someone was still there. On her way back from her office, she caught a glimpse of a strange light coming from Roy's office.

Curiously, and touched the doorknob. Her heart was beating at a fast pace, what was going on? She quickly flung the door open, gun in hand, only to drop all that she held. Just as she had opened the door the light had faded and her horrors became a reality. For a time she has thought, or rather /knew/ that the Colonel would try this.

And sure enough; there he sat, not even looking up as she came rushing to his side. Blood stained his once clean uniform, as well as much of the floor, and she tried her best to ignore the odd looking lump in the middle of a chalk circle. His breathing was shallow, and she could only hope that nothing too serious had happened to their beloved Colonel.

" Sir! Sir!" She shook his shoulders, trying to coax him to respond. With his uncovered eye, he ignored her and looked at what he had managed to create, but grimaced and looked back to the bloodstained floor.

Riza knelt down in front of him, now glaring, " Sir, what did you do!" She demanded rather than asked. It took Roy a bit, but he managed a response.

" I tried Hawkeye... but it obviously failed..."

She ran those words through her mind a few times, finally deciphering them and raising her voice, " Sir, that's a forbidden alchemy! You shouldn't have tried it have Edward and Alphonse taught you nothing!" She was now glancing from him, to the chunk of whatever he had managed to make, then she tore her gaze away, " You don't know how lucky you are that I was the one who found you!"

He looked at her with his good eye; " I had to try, otherwise.."

She said nothing, thinking about what would happen now. Would he get excluded from the Military? It was a definite possibility unless they came up with a good excuse and managed to clean up all of the evidence.

" I was Hughes, wasn't it Sir?" She never removed her gaze from him, demanding with her whole being that he tell her the truth.

He knew he couldn't keep this from Hawkeye anyway though, " Yes, it was supposed to be Hughes..." He attempted to remove he hand from protectively covering his left eye, but was stopped by Riza.

" Sir, you need treatment." She should've said that first, but the realization of the Colonel attempting a Human Transmutation was just a bit too much for the Lieutenant. She fought the tears that threatened to stream down her face and stood up, offering to help the Colonel up as well.

The pain didn't seem to be bothering the man as he looked around the room in regret before accepting help from Riza.

I can't believe I actually believed I could pull off such a feat... I'm so stupid...

He mentally scolded himself, before noticing Riza's belongings strewn across the floor. He wanted to say something, but she seemed to know what he was going to ask, " I'll come back later." She paused, stopping in the doorway, " Sir; I won't rat you out. Just as long as you keep this under wraps as well, got it?" He nodded, feeling like a child. None-the-less, he followed Riza out, shutting the door behind them.

xXx

As soon as the door shut and the footsteps faded away, a being scoffed from a darker corner of the room, " Idiots." He mumbled. In the darkness of the room it was hard to tell what the being, Envy, was doing. A faint red sparkle could be made out, and that was that as the process began; the welcoming of a new Greed.

xXx

A few weeks later, everything was mostly normal. Riza and Roy had become closer, as friends, and Roy now wore an eye patch over his left eye to cover up what had happened. The secret managed to stay between him and Hawkeye. One thing scared the two of them though; what happened to the mound that was in the middle of the circle? The next day when Riza went to lean up, it was gone. It perplexed both of them, and only made them wonder.

Riza, as if nothing was wrong, did her usual routine of checking up on the Colonel to make sure he was doing his work. Though she never bothered to knock anymore. He either had it done; or was procrastinating as usual.

" Sir, I don't know how long it will be until somebody puts the pieces together." She warned.

Roy just kept an easy-going attitude, " Don't worry so much, if it gets out, it gets out. There's nothing we can do about it." He paused, looking up at her; " Besides, I'd be the one to get into trouble."

She looked at the floor, if she didn't get the same punishment as he did, then what would her reason for staying in the Military be? She sighed, deciding to just agree and cross that bridge when they came to it. The way she saw it Edward was the only one who was even the least bit suspicious.

Roy suddenly stood up and stretched, catching Riza by surprise; " I'm heading out for a break." He stated, grabbing his jacket without waiting for Riza's response. She said nothing, merely putting a small stack of papers on his desk and following him out, though going to her own office.

xXx

It was a nice day out, and Roy didn't think he'd be going back to the office. So he took a detour at his home, quickly changing into normal cloths consisting of a pair of black pants and a white, semi dressy shirt and heading back out again, towards the nearby bar and billiards.

xXx

Another disappointed man left the billiard table, where many had failed to beat a single man at a simple game of pool.

" Alright, who's next?" he challenged holding his pool stick triumphantly.

Just as a new game started, with another poor loser trying his luck, Roy entered the bar. A number of people surrounded the billiard table, some cheering other just watching in dismay as another person prepared to lose to this pool shark.

As Roy entered the bar he caught a small glimpse of the ' pool shark'. Square glasses, an odd piece of hair that stuck out, he wondered if he'd seen this man before. Fortunately this man obviously hadn't noticed him, seeing as he was busy beating the shit out of another hopeless guy. Roy just shook his head and sat down ordering and then turning his chair so that not many people would notice the eye patch.

Three

Two

One

Another person down, and half of the Bar to go. Roy felt compelled to ask the Bartender, " Who /is/ that guy?"

The bartender smiled, " He never gave anyone his name, but he plays a good round of pool."

Roy held back the urge to turn around again, to maybe get a better look at the guy. Instead he asked, " When did he--Ah!" A rather hard object just flew at his head, just missing him as he ducked. The bartender's eyes widened as the pool ball flew past him, landing in the sink behind the bar with a loud clatter.

Many of the bystanders gasped and backed away, waiting for someone to get scolded. The man that hit the ball off of the table in the first place stood there and laughed weakly, " Sorry about that." he said, almost sarcastically. He walked over, as the bartender picked the 8 ball out of the sink.

" Just don't do it again, I can't afford to get a new set of glassware!"

The man nodded and did a sort of salute, " Will do." Roy looked at him without saying anything, he still wasn't too keen on getting noticed. But unfortunately, the man caught his eye.

" What happened to you, Patchy?"

Patchy, that was a new one. He'd gotten everything from Long John Silver to Gimpy, but not Patchy. But, he remained silent, a bit unsure of how to respond.

The man leaned on the bar, looking at Roy curiously, " You look familiar, Patchy. Have I seen you before?"

Roy shook his head, " No, I don't think so." He figured that as long as the eye patch didn't come up again, he'd be fine.

" You sure?" He shrugged it off when Roy remained silent, merely nodding. He picked up his fallen pool stick with his gloved hand, " Hey, you up for a round of pool?" I need a few new victims anyway.

Roy sighed, " Alright." He was bored anyway. " What're the wages?" He hardly ever played pool before, so he was prepared to refuse if this guy suggested a large amount of money.

He thought for a minute, " 20 for every point?" Roy accepted, figuring that he couldn't possibly get that many shots anyway.

Their game was pretty close. Of course the man, whom Roy noticed looked and acted a lot like Maes, got the fist point. When he finally messed up, Roy got nearly the same amount he did. He honestly thought he'd be a lot rustier than he was. In the end, it was a draw.

Perplexed, the man leaned on his pool stick, " Wow Patchy, I've gotta admit you were better at this than I thought you were."

Roy smirked, " Thanks, I think I underestimated you as well." He sat his pool stick back on the rack and reached for his wallet, only to be stopped.

" It's alright, keep it." The man suddenly said.

Roy gave him an odd look, " Why?"

He shrugged, " We tied, neither of us technically won."

Now, Roy could truly compare this man to Maes; he had to ask, " Well, could you at least tell me your name?"

He didn't look up from chalking his pool stick, " I could."

Roy looked at him, " And?"

" What more do you want? You asked me if I could; and I can. You never asked me if I would; and I won't, Roy."

" Wait a minute, how do you know my name?" he half demanded. How could this person, whom he'd never seen before, know his name?

He shrugged, " You look like a Roy. I guessed."

The bartender suddenly called out, " It's almost closing time, finish whatever your doing and leave!"

Most of the people in the bar left immediately after that announcement, leaving Roy, the strange guy, and a few others. Roy gathered up his coat, and an idea slowly formed in his mind. Surprising even himself, he looked at the retreating man and called, " Hughes!" As if trying to get his attention.

Even more surprisingly, the man felt compelled to answer, " What...?"

Roy felt his heart skip a beat or two, " Nothing, I thought I saw someone out of the street." He lied, leaving a small tip and heading out of the bar, leaving Greed puzzled.