Envy-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh who are you

Envy-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh who are you

Broken- Envy, I AM YOUR FATHER!!

Envy-Hoenheim? Die you Bastard!!

Broken-oh crap you weren't suppose to do that, you were suppose to go "Father? Father! Where did you go, I missed you so much. Father!"

Envy-…leaves

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Summary- He hated the world, she tried not to. He hated her, she tried to change that. She tried to let go of life, he already lost it. They tried to hold on, but in the end, it was too hard, and they had to let go..

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PLEASE READ: this will be following the storyline, the Brigadier General is already dead Hughes is not dead yet and it's a bit before the incident at Lab 5.

Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist!!

Note: There will be several modifications in order to bring in Yameru. Also, I know that Roy is OOC in this chapter but do not worry he realizes that in the next chapter.

I sincerely apologize for all spelling, grammar, and punctuation mistakes

that's exactly why i need a editor

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I can see it, it pours out ever so slowly.

I can smell it, my mind drowning in it that ever so familiar stench.

I can taste it, that sickening flavor that makes my stomach wrench.

(AN not meant to rhyme but HAH! I'm a poet, genius)

I cam hear it, that sweet sigh of bliss that escapes my lips.

I can feel it, the warm sensation of that thick liquid spreading across my skin.

I can sense it, the blade grazing over the expanse of pale flesh.

It hurts, I know. But I can't help but smile as my hands stain crimson.

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VERY IMPORTAN PLEASE READ: THIS STORY WILL BASED ON BOTH MANGA AND ANIME. IT WILL HAVE EVENTS FROM BOTH, AND CHARACTERS YOU MAY NOT KNOW FROM THE MANGA. PRIDE, KING BRADLEY, IN THE ANIME IS ACTUALLY WRATH!! THE BLACK HAIRED WRATH IN THE ANIME WASN'T IN THE MANGA!! YOU WILL ENCOUNTER THE TRUE PRIDE LATER ONE!!

Chapter 1: Of palm trees and stalkers

I stared at the crowd. Every person looked like the one before them, the blue uniform and silver pocket watches repeating over and over again.

They were like machines. All moving in synchronize, listening to orders and carrying them out without question. Killing without hesitation, dogs of the military. Humans are like machines. They look to a figure of power for guidance, even if that guidance is wrong they follow it. Without that figure they would be lost and broken. They only had certain emotions: anger, hatred, and selfishness. Humans were "God's" mistake. They were doomed to die and fade away as all bad things are destined to.

Their eyes were not on the Fuhrer but on me, a mixture of emotion in each of their depths, curiosity, hatred, interest, and envy, but I ignored them all.

I sat in the chair that they had designated me, waiting to be called up for my "speech".

The Fuhrer was usually a cheery man of few words but when it came to public speeches he took his time, he has to leave a good impression among his followers after all.

"As you all may have heard, Brigadier General Gran has fallen to the hands of Scar, a wanted criminal for the murders of over nine state alchemists and now the Brigadier General's. This has dealt great damage to the military, but at the General's death we'd like to announce that General Hakuro has been promoted to the position of Brigadier General and that our very own Colonel Yameru Yeshua, the Shadow Wing Alchemist, has been promoted to the position of General." That was my queue.

Rising from my seat, I bowed, the focus of attention. I hated it.

I coughed. "I would like to thank Fuhrer Bradley for this honor," what a bunch of bull I never cared for rank, "I will take the title of General with pride and hope that you will all serve as I will serve you. Thank you."

Short and sweet…. Just like how life is.

I stepped down from the podium, bowed to the audience and walked back to my seat, next to the Fuhrer.

He leaned down whispering in my ear, "That was rather short, do you not think so, Meru-chan?"

"I would prefer it, sir, if you were to address me with my given name. and I was never one for public speaking, sir."

He merely nodded and turned his attention back to the new Brigadier General Hakuro who was making his speech to the audience, obviously enjoying his time in the spotlight.

I could feel a heated gaze burning into the back of my head…odd, from the back not the front, where the audience was. I turned my head slightly to meet a pair of violet eyes. Even odder, violet eyes, of course I was not one to comment since my own were silver.

Those odd eyes belonged to a man who seemed to be somewhat gender confused since he was wearing a skort…well at least, I thought it was a man… He was perched on the roof of the Central Headquarters building with a smirk on his face. But what seemed to strike me the most was the spik-ish green hair that sprung from his head.

"Palm Tree…"

"Is there something wrong general?"

I turned surprised, "Nothing sir, nothing at all."

He nodded content with my answer and once more continued to listen to Brigadier General Hakuro who was still speaking.

I turned my head back to the place where I first spotted Palm Tree-san. He had disappeared.

"Odd, did I imagine that?" I whispered to myself. I turned my attention back to Brigadier General, listening intently to his meaningless rant.

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I frowned at the stack of papers in front of me, I never did like this sort of writing much, and I much preferred poetry and stories.

I looked up at the raven haired man in front of me, "Why is it, Colonel Mustang, that when I get promoted to General, I'm stuck doing paperwork?" It really was a curious thing. How when you obtain a rank that proclaims that you are probably one of the strongest alchemists in the world and the only thing you get is a bigger office, with a bigger desk, with bigger stack of paperwork?

"I've yet to discover that answer, General Yeshua." His voice was cold.

"Can I ask you something, Colonel?" I knew I could've asked him straight out, but it was for the sake of being polite.

"Of course General." He said it through gritted teeth I can tell he just wanted to get out, away from me.

"Do you hate me, Mustang? Tell the truth." I stared at him with interest, of course I already knew the answer, I had joined the military a mere six years ago and had surpassed him on the military ladder. Getting closer to the his precious position of Fuhrer, almost stealing it from his hands.

He was surprised by the question, after all it's not a common thing for your superior to ask if you hate them or not. Mustang was quiet for a moment, gathering his thoughts, most likely wondering if what he would say would hurt him or not.

"Tell the truth Colonel, you will not receive punishment if you give me a faulty answer."

He burst.

"I hate you, " His voice was low and seething, a mountain of words of loathing came out after years of suppression, "I hate how you came prancing into the military and how you become major in less then two years. I hate it that you're general when I'm still stuck as a Colonel. I hate it that you're stronger than I am and yet you're younger. I hate you! I hate you and your existence that seems to just taunt me, mocking me about how I could let someone beat me so easily, I utterly hate you." He was panting, chest heaving.

I smiled. Not the jeering one or the sarcastic one. The content one. Not happy, but not sad either, just content.

"Are you done Colonel?"

He nodded, collapsing into one of my office's chairs like he had just fought the battle of his life…but, perhaps he did. The Colonel must have realized how weak he looked and quickly composed himself. Standing up, he bowed, "I must apologize for my behavior, general—"

"Please don't. You don't need to. What is wrong with hating another human? We were born that way weren't we, born with hate and the lust for blood? Humans are nothing more than monsters. To be able to stand up and say you hate someone, who can easily take away your worthless human life, is that a sin? To say what you've been hiding all this time?" I looked at him, waiting for his response.

"I…don't know. But if that is true, general, then answer me this. Why is it that you hide you hate? You keep to yourself, like…you have walls that surround you not letting anyone else in. Why is it that you encourage others to confess there emotions, while you lock yourself up?" I looked into his black eyes, hate had been replaced with confusion. The Colonel was a wise man, I knew. Despite hating me he could read me so well, a feat very few have been able to accomplish

"Perhaps, when we get to know each other a bit better Colonel, maybe then, I'll tell you."

He seemed taken aback by my answer, but nonetheless accepted it.

Roy bowed, "Excuse me General, but I must get back to my office."

I nodded my approval and he made his way towards the exit, but when he opened the door I spoke, "Colonel, wait."

He turned to me, hand on the doorknob, eyebrows raised in question, "Yes, General?"

"Thank you, Mustang."

"What for?"

"For not lying to me, I thank you."

He nodded as if in understanding, "Eh? Well, uh your welcome, ….oh and general?"

"Yes?"

"I know it's sudden, and I'm quite confused myself but, for some reason I don't think I hate you anymore…" His eyebrows were knitted in deep thought, he was sincere, I could tell.

"Is that so?" But to be honest, I didn't expect that from the well-known Colonel, in fact I expected something much far from it.

He nodded.

We bathed in comfortable silence for a moment, me behind my desk, him under the doorway.

"Well, I should get going, Lieutenant Hawkeye may start to worry." With that he left the office, closing the door behind him, leaving me to sit in the lonely silence that was my only companion.

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Envy's p.o.v.

I was bored out of my mind. Sitting on the coffee shop's rooftop looking out on the bustling street didn't exactly entertain me much. But then again, Wrath always said I got bored easily but who hell cares about what Wrath says.

Huh, Wrath, that reminded of that girl.

Bitch (Dante) had instructed me to go to the Central Headquarters' promotional ceremony to make sure Wrath didn't do anything stupid and to check if O' Chibi-san was there.

The ceremony proved to be a bore but it wasn't a total letdown. There was that one girl; Wrath had said that she was the new general, supposedly very talented. What was her name? Y-something, she was the Shadow Wing alchemist or something or the other, weird name.

I have to admit she was different compared to all those other stuck up military personnel. Her "speech", if you could even call it that had not even last a minute. But what was most intriguing was her eyes they were silver, and her hair seemed to be black streaked silver. How ironic, for some reason, the Shadow girl reminded him of O'chibi-san, even though they were polar opposites. She was soft-spoken and didn't speak much; while the Full Metal Shorty was loud and obnoxious. She was like night while he was like day. What was truly interesting though was that she actually noticed me; most humans can't even sense my presence…or maybe I'm just losing my touch…of course not…right?

A scream knocked Shadow girl out of my mind. Looking down, I searched for the source of the commotion. Farther down the street a boy, probably no older than ten was sprinting towards the coffee shop like his life depended on it, it probably did. He was holding onto a purse, most likely stolen. Ah, yes that would explain the old banshee who was screaming bloody murder about someone stealing her purse. Humans were so pathetic.

No longer interested, I was about to leave when I saw her.

She had been lured out of the coffee shop by the commotion. Mocha Frappuchino in hand she brushed out of the café to see what happened. Immediately catching on to the situation, she grabbed the boy as he passed her.

My attention caught, I jumped off the roof and mixed in with the crowd, which was fairly hard mind you, having green spiky hair and wearing skin tight clothing, it's just SO hard looking so sexy, and I was just to lazy to change into anyone.

"Let go of me!" Damn, the brat sure can scream. I couldn't help but snigger when he started whacking the alchemist with the stolen pursed.

What's her face rolled her eyes, obviously annoyed, I particularly don't blame her. If I was in her shoes, which would probably never happen since I wouldn't care whether or not if the kid stole something, I would have most likely already killed the punk for being so loud.

"You know kid, you shouldn't steal" her voice revealed her ticked off ness (is that a word?).

"Why not? You State Alchemists go around massacring people all the time and never care for us common folk any way." Murmurs of agreement passed to the crowd that was starting to form.

She sighed, she seriously was annoyed, "Answer number one, you shouldn't steal because when you die you'll burn in hell in the eternal damnation wishing you didn't steal that purse from that old hag. Answer number two, us Alchemists only listen to orders given from the higher ups. It's the same thing when your mother tells you to do your chores."

The kid started to cry, "M-m-my mom is dead!" Interesting, I wonder how the girl would respond to that.

She rolled her eyes at him, "Oh yeah. So now that your mom's dead you decide to go around stealing stuff. Gee, I'm sure she's proud of you." Talk about sarcasm." So what if your mom's dead? No one cares but you so get a hold of yourself."

The kid was still crying. "What's her face" snatched the purse from his now limp hands and threw it at the old hag who had finally caught up. "Don't lose it again, it's annoying." Turning back to the brat who was still sniffling, she took out what seemed to be her wallet and through a fifty dollar bill at him, mururing the word "Pitiful". Not waiting for a response she began to walk away.

Now I was stuck between to options. One, going back to the Coffee shop rooftop to look out for O'Chibi-san like the Dante the Bitch, told me to and be a good little boy, or two follow the alchemist to see if she did anything else that was interesting. Being the guy, yes GUY, I am a chose option number two and started my stalking adventure.

Through the crowds of people I followed her. Not surprised that she didn't notice me I continued to follow her up to an apartment complex. The building was neat. It wasn't exactly first-class, but it was nothing to be ashamed of either.

I continued to pursue the girl up to her apartment room. Number 666 eh? How funny, I wonder if she asked for that room. Fishing her keys from out of her messenger bag she scrambled through the multiple keys and key chains that hung from the ring. She inserted the right one and twisted the knob. But what happened next surprised me, even if just a bit.

She opened the door and turned facing me directly where I stood, hidden in the shadows. The Alchemist stared at me, "Would like to come in, Stalker-san?"

I grinned; this girl was getting more and more interesting by the minute

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