(Note that before I start this story, This is a spinoff of FMA I thought of. Note that I don't own FMA in anyway, this is for entertainment purposes only. And this was based on a web-RPG site, so anyone from the site, your characters have been renamed. I'm sorry, but I needed them to sound in the norm. Also they might look a bit different, like Kin, ya cant look like Link. Sorry. Here's your charry and the people they are now.

Namiko-Hiliary Wald

Aiome-Heather Wald

Kin-Seth Nolan

Fayt-Charles Smith

Albel-Maximus Smith

Rannkid-Sean Nolan

Ben Ben Valen

Alex Greystorm-You're fine

Riku-Ross Demone

Devyn Catherwood-You're fine

Asuka-Bailey Coin

Shena Vandiver-You're fine.

Taiyama-Julean Vandiver

Morzan-Chris Draise

Taka-Dylon Vouise

Taka's Son-Ian Vouise

Drake Firestorm-You're fine

Josh Takoshi-Josh Trenton

Josh Hill-You're fine

Lance Avheart- You're fine

Colm-Russel

"Sky"-You're fine

(Others shall be added at a later time)

The Quake Alchemist

There are always stories. Whether it be jokes you tell you buddies at the bar, a story from the war from way-back-when, or just a simple story about what happen at work on monday. We all have stories, and in that way we are all the same. I can't beileve it took me all this time to realize this simple truth. One way or another, all of our stories are intertwined. So please, take some time to hear as our stories came together, as one...

Chapter 1: The Mountain of Flowers

We all wore black that day, as any person would. We stood atop the soft grass as the casket was lowered. Shena kept herself calm. She never was one for causing a scene, though we all would perfectly understand if she did. Hell, we all wanted to. Julean was a great person. He didn't deserve what he got, but he got it anyway. Max and I were gonna have a nice little chat after this was over...

I looked around a bit while the conclusion of the ceremony took place. Seth (Nextif) had the most puzzled look on his face, like he really couldn't believe what was happening. Figures, seeing as Julez (Just a nickname we gave him) was one of the few that could easily defeat him. We'd always go take annual trips to Kin's automail shop in Rush Valley to hang out and wait 'till Kin drank too much and challenged Julez to a fight. Good times.

Josh (Hill) stood with the other soldiers. They all came to the funeral of a state alchemist, not Julean. Most of those uniformed people there had no clue who he was. It was in there pay-check to attend these things. Though I guess I can't blame them. It's there job. They've chosen their way to live and I respect that...doesn't mean I have to like it.

Alex (Greystorm) was there as well, Julean was a good customer at his inn as well as a good friend. He loaned him a room free of charge whenever needed. Alex was always the type of person who you could rely on for study space or just a place to sleep. Guy also new his herbs. Can't count the number of times he saved me when I was on the edge, as well as many others.

Drake (Firestorm) was there with more of a blank look. He would always listen to Julez' stories of the State Exam and his exiteing beat-downs on criminals (which between us, I'm fair sure half, if not more, of those stories were bogus just to keep Drake intrested.) Drake always wanted to become a state alchemist. Just an ambition of his, and with that shocking touch he had, I never doubted him...

I took another glance at the crowd of soldiers to notice the other Josh (Trenton) stand further back than Hill. I guess higher rank were in the front or something like that, didn't matter. Never really liked Trenton. Can't really say why, some people just don't click you know? Guy couldn't fight, wasn't fast, just more of a desk-job guy. Boring and bleak. He'd have been a higher rank if the higher ups knew he could do alchemy without circles...

Dylon (Vouise) chose not to stand with the other military officals. We all stood in front and/or around him so not to get noticed. Dylon and Julez were close, real close. He most likely figured that Julean would like it he came here as his friend, not as a soldier. Dylon was a damn good shot. He's most likely the best Amestris has ever seen. The week before the funeral he would always say, "I should have been there, I could have helped him." He was right. He should have. But he wasn't. I hate to say it but, shit happens.

Ian (Vouise), like Drake, wished to become a state alchemist, and work for his father. He was really good at manipulating water. Him and Drake would always beat each other into a pulp, always argueing about who would become a state alchemist first. I personally thought Drake had more of a chance of becoming a state alchemist first, he had already developed his alchemic abilities, but Ian was a damn hard worker, and I'm sure he would become a state alchemist not far from now.

Chris (Draise) on the other hand, was not there. Smart man. No deserter would be arrogant enough to show his head here. Chris was most likely waiting for Dylon to come home. He had been hiding out there for about eight months now. Every night he would practice with his sniper, shooting trash on the streets (He had a high quality silencer). I know, Dylon didn't live far from the inn.

Lance (Avheart) was also concealed in our numbers. The war was long over, but we all knew Hill held a grudge. Lance was a nice guy, all there is to it. He was the guy that always broke the fights up, try to help anyone, anytime, and was a real ladies man. To be honest I had no idea how he did it, the guy had talent.

Hiliary (Wald) was there, but she left her daughter, Heather, at home, a child of four should never see such a thing, though I'm sure it's happened, and will happen again...but not with her kid. Hiliary was a very over protective parent, and who can blame her? Hiliary was in some, for lack of a better phrase, deep shit before she had Heather. Big druggie, wrong crowd, wrong guys, what more can I say? Heather looked up to Julez, I guess that's one of the main reasons we wouldn't want her here. Julean was a father figure, something that kid never had.

Everyone started pouring out of the grave-yard. I didn't feel obligated to stay, the only on that did was Sheena, and that was by far understandable. I began to leave in a slow yet steady pace...

"Smith, if you have a moment?" I heard Hill , saying it more like it was an order than a question. I took a deep sigh and pulled out a cigarette. This was going to be fun.

"Smith," Josh said as he approached in his perfect robot walk,that walk were one foot goes foward, and so does the opposite arm. So organized. Like I gave a damn if the guy knew how to walk. "You are aware that the Exams are approaching soon right?"

There it was. The line he said every year. "Let's see..." I placed my hand on my hand my hip and swayed to the side, closing my eyes, shutting them tight, "You have no idea how much I'm trying to care..."

He interupted my little joke, "Your father would be very dissapointed." He used that line every time. I thought every year when I told him how much I didn't care what my father would think of me, he got the message.

"You tell the Quake Alchemist I don't give, okay? Can you do that?" I asked with a "Screw you" smirk.

"You know I can't do that Smith..." He said rolling his eyes.

"That's right, you can't, because he's not around anymore is he Hill? And now that you realize that, now think WHY I WOULD CARE WHAT HE WOULD THINK OF ME?!?!!" I exlaimed in a roar. No one seemed to notice, this was a normal thing. Hill confronts me, talks about the Exams, I make a smartass joke, he mentions my father, I yell. Life goes on.

"So I won't be seeing you there this year?" Josh asked walking off.

"Now you're learning." I said watching him hasten his way out of the field. I really hated that guy, the persistant bastard.

I made my way to the exit as well, watching a person enter with a bouquet of flowers. I figured it was a person that Julez had helped. He was one of the few alchemist that were actually for the people. I saw as he approached Sheena with the flowers, and she had a suprised look on her face. I could lip-read the words "Thank you" as she took the flowers and laid them on the grave.

I made my way to the inn. That night we had a little silent moment together, Alex and I and everyone at the inn. Hours later Sheena arrived and stayed the night there. I guess she didn't want to be alone.

The next day I decided to visit Julez' grave on my own. When I got there I couldn't beileve my eyes. A mountain it seemed of flowers neared the top of the tombstone, of all different sizes and colors. They were spread around the grave, some on the grave, some around the tombstone. There must have been at least fifty. I spent an hour there, beholding his final resting place and his parting tribute, the mountain of flowers.