Disclaimer: I just have crafted the story but the original animes belong to their respective owners.

Author's Note: This is an Alternate Universe fic – though it does still have its consistencies with the original Full Metal Alchemist and Vision of Escaflowne, and Escaflowne The Movie – the story is still modified. Also two characters from another anime will make an appearance.

Also there will definitely be spoilers concerning the animes. This fic will have mature themes and situations involved in angst and desperation. Well that was a warning.

Metal Vision

Prologue

' Nothing ever changes;
Nothing will never change,
I'll grow older and older

This skin of mine will become as earth

The blood of mine transformed to a watery waste;

Still, I can't change
Change is not for me
I'll die incomplete

In the silhouette of loneliness: emotions shunned.'

He thinks about dreams way too often. It is the habitual exertion he allows himself – he cannot be released from it; only imprisoned. That was what it was like, imprisonment, only drearier than the cells of the dungeons and more horrific than the bounds. Mental incarceration is a hell of a kind of rare stimulation. That was what its called – the form in which the hell existed – he knew because the hell was within. As yesterday becomes tomorrow he still feels he is repeating all his yesterdays. The dreams were of yesterday and tomorrow – then, he thought, what was today?

' Hey Elric – got you your breakfast! Come on man, you'll be late for school!' it is his foster father: that is what it was called and he happily agreed to it – actually it was a him of course yet for some reason he had a usual irritation about him. He concluded temporarily that it maybe the foster father's persistence, ' Hey Elric c'mon or else I'll give your share to Alfonse!'

' Ok! Coming!' he screamed at the threat and then compiled it with '…asshole'

' Elric I heard that!' the foster father grew angry and then it was a different supplication.

' Uh…Daniel I can't eat Edward's share I mean I think I'll puke if I do…' it was said with timidity and Edward giggled as he was sure the audible protest would ensure him his breakfast despite the threats of it never being tasted.

' I know that you numbskull! But Edward…! Alright you happy numbskull! I bet that little cur knows about this now! That you can't stomach-up his meal! He'll take his merry little time to take a shower and then come down for breakfast! Oh God save me! I knew that stupid boy was a wretch! If he's late for school again it'll be your fault this time Alfonse!' The foster father, who is named Daniel, yells his irritations and then concludes Alfonse's catalyst of making Edward tardy.

' But…Daniel…that is not fair…!' Alfonse was not too keen in being the blame of a criminal act. Edward merrily laughed as he could hear the conversations of volatility for the bathroom door was ajar.

Edward knew how Alfonse was – tardiness was a criminal act to Alfonse Heiderich.

' Well I'm your father so it is fair.' The man called Daniel was ignoring Alfonse's angers and fumes and thus made a ultimatum of the whole situation. It was truly somewhat careless yet he spoke it solemnly with instruction.

' Step father…' it was a whisper – well no a certain type of howl – from Alfonse and Edward now finished with his cleansing knew the emotional effects of the statement and sighed in lost fervor for the time. Daniel would not be exuberant.

' Well glad you remembered Alfonse – Elric are you coming down or not!' he had all his melancholy now and he was trying his most attempts to not be angered or dislocated from nonchalance: Though it was done with difficulty.

' Yeah – just a sec!' Edward was no longer tardy knowing the mentality of Daniel at present. Yet he did his diagnostics:

Edward recalled that he had a short frame and that, he believed, was still following him and he cared for it. He was short for a seventeen year old unlike his brother Alfonse who was two inches taller than him – though they were the same age he wasn't pleased by Alfonse's physical advancement – a touchy subject indeed. He still had faired well than many in the muscular department. He had signs of six-pacs and was great in maintaining himself. However, Alfonse was scared of sports. He was golden haired, golden –eyed handsome man to many though he thought that he had no fantastical component in his looks. His blonde hair was longer now, he believes, because he had a recollection of it whence he was fifteen – the braid never met his waist prior to the age he was now. Well then there was his arm and leg – right arm and left leg specifically. It was bionic. Or looking as something bionic, it was because of this that Edward wore gloves to school. His foster father said that he might have encountered an accident whilst he was younger.

That is why possibly he suffers from a sense of amnesia.

He could not recall to who or where his origins were. Yet it was a sense of comedy that he knew his name Edward Elric and he just knew that his origins were elsewhere, literally: he felt he was from another world. A world where a lost art called alchemy was welcomed. A world in which he remembered he had a real brother – a brother who looked too much like Alfonse Heiderich.

This is all he knew of himself. This is all that his foster family believed or didn't belief. Daniel Mustang became skeptical more than the normal limitations. Yet he cared for Edward, cared enough to enroll him as Edward Mustang. So no one will question. No one besides Alfonse and he knew of the boy Edward Elric.

The boy with the slight pseudonym came to eat breakfast. He looked apologetically at Daniel and was forgiven without chastisement. Knowing his mannerisms was Edward's duty so he remained his in silence. Yet he gave a scolding stare to Alfonse who was quiet and looking with certain regret. Edward knew this was his duty as well. Alfonse was to be treated as a true brother.

If she could fade away she was to be in her happiest. Yet she couldn't fade away so she was never elated. This was the curse of living in a solitary world and thus she repulsively controlled herself. There was nausea, both mentally and physically. She couldn't escape it. She wanted to fade…but…to her it was difficult and the subject was so differentiated – she just lost the clues to what she was meant to be executing. She was angered and incarcerated. Incarcerated in life and thus she angrily accepted life. Death was her desired destination. Her destiny to be desired – then, she mused, what am I an undead form?

She thought more and more. Running made her feel liberated. That was why she ran. In the track team: It was her physical talent. She was the title of "best". No one could appease the same hunger to run as she did. Yet the fuel was poisoned. Before it was for dreams she ran now it was for the envisioned quality to achieve death. She yearned to just fade away. So she slept more exceedingly – in dreams one could fade away.

She saw him looking at her. The first time he looked at her was when she was in the roof. He came to her.

' Excuse me – you're missing class…so I –'

' Go away…'

' What?'

'…can't you see, I'm dreaming?'

' But your history professor told me to call you…'

' Listen kid…I –'

' I'm not a kid…'

' Really how old are you, fifteen?'

' Seventeen!'

' Oh well…I'm nineteen – so you are a kid to me…go away tell the teacher you didn't find me…'

' Hey what's this…'

'…'

'…Dear Yukari…I'm going to die…bye-bye from Hitomi your-'

SLAP.

' Who the hell said you can read my personal letter you – stupid kid!' she was furious.

' Edward Elric.'

' What?'

' My name is Edward Elric – you must be Hitomi Kanzaki?'

' Go away…'

' Are you going to die? Or are you planning to perform suicide?'

' I said GO AWAY!'

' Fine. But – is it worth it to fade away like that?'

' Very much.'

' No – its not.'

' What do you know?'

' I just…' Edward smiles, ' Know…how you feel…'

It was then. There – he realized after all that time – he loved her.

' No you won't die incomplete;

Everything changes;

Everything will always change:

That is why you skin will become earth.

Your blood a watery waste,

As you say;

But there will be change

For the better

It'll happen

It always does.'

Author's Note: Well that was the prologue. Tell me what you think. Hitomi's character is like her movie counterpart. Also, the year is not 1912 in our world it is present time. Oh well, please review!