Reincarnitor
A spoiler-ific Fic
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA, nor will I ever attempt to.
Roy, however, is a different story.
The year was 1946. An elderly man, appearing to be around 62, was reading the news as he lay dying from cancer of the liver. He sighed as he stopped persuing the latest article on the was in Germany and Russia, and put the paper down.
"Hey, old man!" called his stepson, Clark, with all the bedside manner of a doctor. (A/N: Doctors have no bedside manner. That's the whole joke... -cricket chirps- Yeah.)
The 'old man', Roy Mustang, coughed. "Clark, I'm gonna be dead by next Tuesday wether I take this crap or not. Why would I take that stuff?"
Clark sighed, pushing the brown hair out of his face. "Apparently, the wise-ass attitude is the last thing to go. Ah well. Take it, Mustang. I'll be back later."
Roy rolled his eyes and lit his gas lamp, reading the paper and falling asleep.
As Clark later entered the room to see Roy laying there, dead, he jumped in surprise and knocked over the gas lamp, setting the building on fire. As he turned to leave, he was hit in the head by a falling board, and died.
Next thing Roy knew, he was soaring through a bright yellow and white tunnel. His body was getting progressively younger with each inch he traveled. What in god's name...? he thought, looking ahead at the white sillouette of a woman. He was getting closer... his slippers fell off his 5-year-old sized feet... he kept losing years...he was gonna hit! He did, and as he fell through the white monolith-sized human, he heard a gate close behind him with a loud creak.