Title: FullMetal Alchemist: Through the Gate

Beta: Itoshi-chan

Writer: Midnight Marauder

Summary: The Gate didn't send him to where all thought…

Notes: Not sure if all the grammar errors or such are fixed, so please deal with it.

:Prologue: Lament for Sacrifices:

It's been so long since I have last seen my true home that I have begun to forget what everything looked likefriends, adopted family, allies, foes, annoyances. After the final battle, well also after when I finally brought my brother back from his own sacrifice, the Gate did not send me to my father like I originally thought it was it seemed to have other plans for me. Well, I'm not going to complain about it for varying other reasons. It sent me stumbling into a different place over a hundred years before the World War my father spoke of the first time I met him, so maybe it was better this way. I was sent into Japan during the time before the shaky present era I am inthe Meiji Era.

A man that went by the alias of Niitsu Kakunoshin, most know him Hiko Seijuro XIII a pottery master and a rare few know him as the master of the sword art called Hiten Mitsurugi Ryu. He is also one of the few missing alchemist from my world… I don't know how long ago or anything, but he was a State Alchemist and he never told me if he had another name. That doesn't matter. He took me in that day and helped me fabricate a story, used his alchemy to change my looks, and taught me his two arts. That was when Edward Elric went into hiding, Shinta died, and Kenshin arose from those two shadows.

Then I left to fight for the government… which was a mistake, but if we don't make mistakes then wouldn't learn that much to eventually reach our full potential as humans. He kept my research safe and I played my role, creating my own name and probably securing myself from being found out as a potential deadly weapon beyond my grace and near mastery of the katana. I learned about death and it's only lately I have learned something about killing, or actually decided to muse upon my so-called philosophy about killing and such. It is impossible to live a life of no killing because words can't always talk people out of what they are set for, that is what I realized. Hajime Saitoh, Mibu's Wolf and ex-leader of the Shinsengumi, is true in his motto of "Aku Soku Zan" which I have now adopted to my life. Of course, no one knows that but me, but that is probably a good thing.

Oh yes, who I am… my name is Edward Elric the FullMetal Alchemist responsible for research into the Philosopoher's Stone yet also Kenshin Himura a man who is rather well known as Hitokiri Battousai an Imperialist fighter that helped bring in the Meiji Era. I have lived as a wandering swordsman for many years, as an alchemist for eighteen years, and as Kenshin for about as long as I have lived as Edward. Everything has blended so well together that I fear I am not losing my identity, but it is only getting more complex with every new thing I add to it from my life as Kenshin.

While staying here, at the Kamiya Dojo in Tokyo, I also discovered some things about one woman that I knew. I discovered that Megumi Takani, who is really Roy Mustang's missing twin sister. She discovered my secret when I was going over my research late one night and practicing in a field far from the Dojo and any other houses. Since then she has added to my mission to return back to our world. That hasn't stopped her from teasing Kaoru Kamiya, the young woman that has graciously let me stay at her dojo for the time, nor trying to keep a few more of her secrets from my prying eyes. That is okay, it is comforting to know that she is doing good here without being caught for such valuable abilities.

I sacrificed everything for my brother and now I am sacrificing much to get back home. I guess that is what they mean by "everything comes full circle." Nothing stays peaceful around here for long periods of time, but it feels like something particularly bad is brewing on the horizon, but it is hard to tell what it can be.

Home.

Back to families, friends, and people that thought we were dead.

It's hard to tell where that place is now.