Risen from the Ashes

By Nyassa Kaiba

Notes; Heya, this is my first FMA fic. Normally I'm a HUGE supporter of Roy/Ed. REALLY huge.

Then they killed Maes Hueghs.

They shouldn't have done that.

I cried.

He died.

I wanted to bring him back, if only in fanfiction.

And so I wrote this! My first Maes/Roy fanfic! My first FMA fanfic. No like, no review, do like? PLEASE review!!

ENJOY IT!

YAOI YAOI YAOI YAOI YAOI YAOI YAOI OH BOY!!!

It was a dark and stormy night, literally, as Wrath made his way through the graveyard near Central. He had gotten into an argument with Envy/again/ and Lust had suggested that he go out on his own for a couple of weeks and allow the "palmtree" to cool off. Wrath had no sooner gotten Dante's okay to go out when he'd RUN.

The flash of eerie bluish light near one of the stones attracted him. Alchemy! Wrath ran to the spot, maybe if he hurried he could learn a new trick to use with his own powers or something.

But that wasn't what he found.

The woman was already dead, her body slowly disappearing.

The half formed homunculus was on the ground. The woman had placed him on a quilt, a blanket of some kind for the transmutation. And she had died trying to bring him back. Wrath crept forwards. The quilt read, in very small letters on the edge. "Happy Wedding Day Maes and Gracia, from Roy Mustang." Gracia was a woman's name. Maes? Who was that? Was that the name of the homunculus that would now die.

Because if a homunculus didn't have red stones soon after they were generated, they /did/ die. They needed the energy to stabilize their forms. That's part of why Greed had literally provoked Ed into killing him. Homunculi slowly sicken and die if their red stones are removed. And Greed had both been cut off and lost all of his. The only choices left to him then had been death or torture and then death.

Wrath kept a pouch of them on him. Dante had given them to him for emergencies or for a first aid kit. He pulled out a small one, about the size of his index fingernail. Gently he held it in front of the weakened creature's mouth. "Take it. Mother gave them to me for emergencies. You need it more than I do."

The creature, at least, had the presence of mind to close his mouth, squeezing it shut into a thin line. Whimpering pathetically he tried to turn his head away and couldn't. Neither his vocal chords or his muscles had fully strengthened, and they wouldn't if he didn't get at least one stone into him!

Wrath sat back, huffing in frustration. "So you know what these are huh?" The strangled mewl coming from his throat sounded like an affirmative. "Look, I know humans were used to make these. But it's a fact of life that a homunculus like us need to eat them. Otherwise we get sick and die. And if /you/ don't eat one soon /you'll/ die."

Death was the wrong approach to take, Wrath realized as the unidentifiable creature closed his eyes in anguish. Funny how your face could speak volumes, even if it was only half made, when you were unable to talk. "you… want to die don't you?"

Another mewl.

"YOU CAN'T!!!" Wrath cried frantically.

He pointed to where the woman's body lay. "She loves you! She sacrificed herself for you! Do you /want/ the life she gave you to go to waste? Because if you die she'll have given herself for nothing!!!!" Another whimper of protest. "That's a baby's blanket isn't it?" He indicated the quilt.

Silence.

"Then there's somebody else who's counting on you isn't there? Somebody who wants his mommy or daddy to come home right? Do you want to leave him without that? Do you know what happened to ME? I was stillborn! My mother sacrificed her own internal organs to bring me back! Then when she saw what I was she threw me to the gate! Do you know what I would have given to have a mother and a father? I became angry… bitter… I'm still that way! Do you want him to have nobody like /I/ did?" Still the other refused to answer. And Wrath could almost /feel/ what little life he'd been given fading away. "please…" He said this quietly. "please…" He begged simply. "Don't leave… your little one alone… don't let your woman have died for nothing…" His voice sounded soft, pathetic as he held out the red stone again.

The homunculus had his eyes squeezed shut, then he carefully opened one a crack. Tears were, however, fully able to come from his eyes as he opened both of them, startlingly icey blue, and opened his mouth, indicating that Wrath had argued him into a corner.

Wrath sat encouragingly next to the other homunculus, feeding him carefully and talking to him, much as a mother might a scared child maybe?

Eventually his body was fully formed. "I don't know, if the name on the blanket really is yours." He peered at the tombstone behind them as the sun started to come up. "Maes Hueghs." He sighed. "Well Maes, sleep now. I think you're going to be safe. I'll keep an eye out for you okay? We Homunculi have to stick together."

Maes mumbled incoherently, falling into a deep, exhausted sleep.