A/N: If you haven't noticed, nearly the whole thing is bolded, so I changed the note to this. Anyway, this is based off of a vocaloid song series, which I personally think is the best. Credit to whoever made the song, and I guess to whoever made FMA (I know who it is, but I can't spell it. Somebody tell me the spelling please?)

I hated the way I wrote this one, but Juunshi (Camille) and theretard (Mird) convinced me it was good. So, please enjoy. I will do the rest of the series, and, please, review. I noticed that you people out there, a lot actually, read Jumping Jacks and didn't review! Don't make me sick Mird and her Gapugo gun on choo!

Enjoy.

Everything bolded is the song.

Ohohohohohoh! So, shall we begin?

The story of the Alchemist of Evil.

There was once upon a time in another place; an evil kingdom who no person dared to face,

We begin at the country of Amestris. Within it, Lior, a once quiet place, a peace no one disturbed. A place where all people, even after war, got along. At least, until the Alchemist came back.

And the ruler was a girl so mean; a tiny princess of only age fourteen!

His name was once filled with pride, he was the savior of the people. The youngest state alchemist, yet the one most corrupted.

So many furnitures littered her abode.

With a stone he made his home beautiful. The beginning of corruption.

Her loyal servant who's likeness surely showed.

The alchemist was not alone. Few people have seen old side of the alchemist. One being his brother. The only person kind to him.

Josephine was what her horse was named.

Chimeras locked in the basement; creations against God.

All of the riches of the world is what she had claimed.

The young alchemist now had everything, and more.

If you're short on money that's no fearful thing

Corrupted alchemy creates riches.

Just take it from those you dangle on a string

Take it from the people – equivalent exchange, right? He was now an emperor of Amestris.

To those who feel that they want to bring me down,

Those who dared to stand in his path

You'll just tidy up my gown.

Will disappear with a flash of light

Now, bow to me!

"I am now perfection."

Evil flowers

Only a young man

Steadily bloom.

Just starting to grow

With an array of colored doom.

He chose the wrong path.

But the weeds that feel that they want to stay, they'll just die and feed me the same anyway.

Any against his power will writhe in pain.

***

The princess held a love for a man

Like any other, he had his interest

Of Blue who wasn't much her fan.

She was a girl he had once known

But instead he chose his neighbor's girl

But once evil had struck his heart, she left him, forgetting the love she once had for him. She made new friends, her closest being a girl of Lior.

Of green whose eyes shone like a pearl.

Kind, gentle, a replacement for the boy.

The princess knew this, and was filled with rage.

He couldn't be replaced, he was perfection.

She called the minister locked in her cage

He fashioned a golem to be Ishballan

And said in a soft voice to not be heard

He said so softly, so even the walls couldn't hear

"Make sure the Green Country is badly stirred."

"Straighten up Lior, and their living scum."

Houses of the people were burned to the ground.

An horde of abominations stormed the town

So many voices would no longer make a sound.

Screams covered by the crackling of the fire.

The people who had suffered so much pain

Those had been through discrimination before

Didn't get pity from the one who had slain.

Were now killed by their savior.

"Oh, it's tea time."

Equivalent Exchange

Evil flowers

Only a young man

Steadily bloom

Just starting to succeed

With an array of bloodied doom.

With the prize he sought out before, he now created the array of death.

Even though the flower is so very refined

The once so wonderful boy

The thorns had driven its garden to decline.

Was even susceptible to corruption.

***

To defeat the princess was no easy task

Assisted with the stone, he was a formidable foe.

But the people could no longer wear their mask.

But the Ishballans couldn't repeat their tragic history.

Like a flock of birds they were led by

They gathered in Central, all of Amestris, even the one who had loved him once.

A Red Lady mercenary into the nigh

Led by the man with the scar.

All the anger that had built up over the years

They were tired of his reign

Now consumed them without any fears.

And were ready to fight even the Divine power he had.

But the army was battered from the Green War

The boy's army was depleted from Lior

Their attacks were not much of a chore

With other State Alchemists, it was easy.

Once they fell the countrymen surrounded the court.

Once they fell, their leader and the lover pushed past the crowds.

The servants ran away as time was short.

The boy was abandoned by his brother.

Little woman princess would not pose a fight

Feeling depleted, he stood before the throne.

And she was finally captured in the night.

Finally captured, he only smiled wickedly at their leader.

"You're such a disrespectful man!"

"It's nice to see you again."

Evil flowers

Only just a boy

Steadily bloom

Who was just blooming

With an array of funest doom.

He had enjoyed his reign

How the paradise that she made for herself

How had he avoided the problems he created

Put this broken doll right back on the wooden shelf.

Equivalent exchange, he pushed it back, and it rebounded.

There was once upon a time in another place; an evil kingdom who no person dared to face

Once upon a time, there was a country ruled by evil

And the ruler was a girl so mean; a tiny little princess of only age fourteen.

At the center was a boy, he was corrupted by the blood stone.

She was to be punished at three o'clock

The time was three o'clock

When the church bells resounded a tock.

When the people would cheer.

The person who was once royalty was bored in jail with no loyalty.

The boy who was awaiting in jail for his time.

At the time that eventually came

It finally came.

The church bells to her sounded rather lame.

He barely heard the cheers.

Without looking to the faces of the crowd

He stared into the morning sun

She said with her eyes in a shroud:

He spoke his final words:

"Oh, it's tea time."

"Equivalent Exchange. No one is perfect."

Evil flowers

Just a boy

Daintily bloom

Who was once pure

With an array of colorful doom.

Now had his life pour from him

Now the people speak of her without a second thought. The daughter of evil had received what she had sought.

There was only one who would cry for him.