Okay, this is tribute to Fuu. Those who have read chapters, roughly 98-100 know what I mean. Meaning spoilers for those chapters.
Disclaimer: I swear on Ling that i don't own FMA! I don't even own my friends dog who looks like Ranfan...
"Back so soon, Shing?" a woman asked softly from where she stood in the kitchen of a small house. She stood at a sink, cleaning dishes. A little boy, no older than five, stood next to her, watching her.
"I was given the rest of the day off, Lian." A man standing just inside the door answered. The man removed a mask covering his face and held it for a moment before setting it down on the small table in the kitchen.
The man, Shing, was dressed all in black, save for the glinting metal pieces of armor. Now that the mask was gone, you could see Shing's face and hair. His hair was black and seemed to stand on end. He had dark brown eyes and he looked to be roughly twenty-five.
The woman, Lian, who was obviously Shing's wife, was rather pretty. She wore a long green dress, the style common in their home of Xing. The woman's hair was pulled back and upward into a bun, a delicate green comb placed in her hair where the length of white ribbon met with her hair.
The little boy, who looked much like his father, walked over to him and stared up at him. The boy's face was blank.
"Come on Fuu; let's practice what I taught you." Shing said, looking rather sternly down at the five year old.
Fuu nodded and walked outside obediently.
Shing watched him for a moment, but was stopped as he went to follow the young boy outside.
"Shing, don't push him too much. He's five." Lian said, looking rather worried.
"I won't." Shing promised before heading outside.
It was three hours later that they had practiced and then eaten dinner.
Shing was just heading outside when he heard the shouts.
The man looked outside and his eyes widened in surprise. Men with their faces covered by bandannas were slicing down people with long swords and setting houses on fire.
"Lian, take Fuu and get out of here." Shing said, drawing his broad sword.
Lian picked up the small Fuu and quickly headed to the back door, knowing full well that members of their village had congregated there. Lian turned to the first person she could find that she knew would help: her mother.
"Mother, please take care of Fuu, I must go back to Shing." Her mother did not protest, merely took the oddly calm boy from his mother.
"Be good Fuu." Lian said, untying a length of cloth that had been fastened around her wrist. She tied it around Fuu's head, stared at him for a moment, before leaving to fight alongside Shing.
Shing and Lain's bodies were found just outside their home. They were buried. Fuu understood perfectly that his parents were dead, understood that they were gone and weren't coming back. Fuu had remained silent through the funeral; he still wore that piece of cloth his mother had tied around his head.
Fuu trained extra hard, balancing training with helping his grandmother.
Life moved on. Fuu became a royal guard, just like his father had been. He married and had children. His children followed him and met their deaths before him. One had a daughter and he raised her.
Fuu remembered all this as he lay dying in front of Bradley's estate; he had no regrets, except maybe that he would never see his granddaughter grow up and marry, but that was all.
Poor Fuu, you shall be missed, oh cool one.