Love Will Tear Us Apart, Again
A fic by Dark Zodiac

Disclaimer: I don't own FullMetal Alchemist or any of that junk except my original character.

A/N: Welcome to my first FullMetal Alchemist fic. I think I messed up some of the numbers when it comes to everyone's ages and when they joined the army, became state alchemists, the length of the Ishbal War, etc...so I took some liberties. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the fic. The story revolves around Seraph Sinclair, the Holy Seraphim Alchemist and his history with Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang. I have no idea how long this will be upon it's completion, but I'll post new chapters as I finish them. So...enjoy and please R&R. Xoxo.

- Chapter I: Under The Same Blue Sky -

Sunlight crept along the emerald grass which surrounded the city of New Haven. The warm light made it's way to the walls which surrounded the city, slowly making its way up the mass of concrete and steel. Light poured into the city as it slid down the other side of the protective barricades. A few stray rays slid through the windows of Seraph Sinclair's bedroom in his cottage on the edge of the city, striking the silver ring which rested atop his well toned chest. The light reflected off the metal ring, as well as the chain it was attached to, and danced along the walls of the bedroom. He pulled his wings around his body as beads of sweat dampened his dark brown hair.

Suddenly the winged man began clawing at the sheets of his bed, his breathing becoming short and fast. His sheets and boxers absorbed the sweat which expelled itself from his body as he tossed and turned in a nightmarish trance. Seraph was having the dream again, or perhaps it was some kind of nightmare. Maybe it was a flashback, his mind tormenting him for his part in something horrible buried deep within his mind. After all these years, he'd lost the ability to distinguish reality from nightmare in his sleep and even the improbable and horrific were taken as truth in slumber.

His hands slowly found their way to the ring which wrapped itself around a chain around his neck. As Seraph ran his fingers over the warming metal, he began to relax. The feeling of an engraved message, All my love, forever. - RM, help soothe him and soon the nightmares became merely an evanescence in his mind. Unfortunately, the nightmares would be back the next night, and the night after that and again Seraph would wrap his wings around himself, thrash in the sheets, and be pacified once his fingers were wrapped around the silver ring.

Soon Seraph's entire cottage was flooded with light, which meant it was time to wake up. As he wiped the sleep from his eyes, he stretched his wings in the morning light. He tossed his boxers to the floor as he made his way to the bathroom for a quick shower. Warm water and steam slid over Seraph's slim-but-toned figure as he lathered up his entire body. Once he flapped the water out of his wings, he slid on his boxers, black pants, a black shirt, and his black and silver robe to finish off his outfit. With his staff in hand, he stared out the window into the deep blue sky and then made his way into the city to start his day.

Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang flipped through file after file, doing his best to try and find something to hold his interest for more than thirty seconds as light poured in through the window behind his desk. Mustang pushed himself away from the pile of files on the desk and grabbed a glass of water from a small cart across from him. The clear blue sky provided a picturesque scene in which Mustang found himself lost in as he stared out the window. Listlessly he gazed at a few sparse clouds as they drifted through the endless sky and spun an engraved silver ring around his finger without realizing it.

As Mustang slid his fingers over the letters which spelled out, I will always love you. - GS, a shiver ran up Mustang's spine. Memories flooded his head like a tidal wave and he suddenly found his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth clenched. As he pressed a hand to the window and hung his head in sorrow, he whispered to his empty office, "Maybe...someday...I'll see you again." A tear slid down his cheek, which Mustang quickly wiped away as someone knocked on the door.

"Come in," he said, trying his best to mask the sorrow he felt.

"Lieutenant Colonel," Riza Hawkeye said as she saluted him, "I've just been given a file from Major Hughes. I believe it may be of some interest to you."

"It better be good," he responded as he turned from the window to face her. "I'm tired of reading dead end missing persons reports."

"Roy," Hawkeye said with a sense of urgency and compassion, "Hughes gave me two files about New Haven. One concerns a kind of ore which negates the effects of alchemy."

"What's the other file contain?"

"It's..." Hawkeye trailed off.

"Major, what are the contents of the second file?"

"Roy, you have to read it for yourself," she said as she shakily handed him the files.

Mustang opened the first file about the ore and flipped through a few pages before tossing it on his desk. As he opened the second file and began reading its contents, his eyes widened in shock. Tears began welling up in his eyes as they scanned line after line of text. His hands started shaking as he tore through page after page of information.

"Riza...it's..."

"Roy, please. I don't want you to go off on a wild goose chase. I don't want you to get your hopes up only to be disappointed. I was debating whether or not to even show you the file, but I thought you had a right to see it. These are merely accounts by random people who have no merit."

"Hawkeye, get me Hughes on the phone and get me FullMetal in this office as soon as possible."

"Yes, Lieutenant Colonel."

- End Chapter I: Under The Same Blue Sky -

A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed the prologue-esque chapter of my story. Reviews are much appreciated. Look for the next chapter soon. R&R please!Xoxo.