A/N: I know I have way too many other things to do, but the idea wouldn't go away, so here's a nice new story where the bodies pile up before the plotline even starts! PS- I do not own FullMetal Alchemist. Flames will be used to make Roy a flamethrower.

Immortal Hearts

Prologue Part One:

"But does anyone notice…"

("Early Sunsets Over Monroeville" by My Chemical Romance from I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love)

Elena sat in the window room, her head upturned to the window to watch the stars. Without turning around, she said, "Mollie said you weren't coming."

Her friend sighed, wrapping his arms around her. "And you believed her?"

"Not really, but it was the thought that counted. Mollie is known to exaggerate things just a little in her desire to live life vicariously through me."

"She very nearly was right," he murmured. "If Greed hadn't relieved me of my duties, I probably wouldn't have made it here in time to get you."

She smiled, wrapping her arms around his waist as she turned around to meet his lavender eyes with her own silvery ones. "Remind me to thank him if I see him again," she whispered roughly, burying her face in his neck.

He stroked her fiery red hair comfortingly. "When you see him again," he corrected, unwilling to admit that in all likelihood, this was their last night together.

She nodded quietly, okay with letting him deny the truth so that it did not color their remaining time together. "Let's go home," she whispered, clinging to him, and he nodded, picking her up bridal style and carrying her back to the mansion.

"Elena, we're here," he said, then frowned at the lack of response from the girl in his arms. "'Lena?" He looked down to see that she was fast asleep, her hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt in a vain attempt to keep him close despite the fact that she would be leaving long before he did. A rare smile graced his lips as he leaned down, placing a light kiss on her forehead. Tightening his grip on her, he leapt up, agilely scaling the slender tree by the wall to effortlessly squeeze them both through the window into his room. "Goodnight, my little light," he murmured, settling them both down underneath the covers. "I'll see you in the morning, ne?"

The next morning, when the sunbeams made their way onto the bed with its occupants, the covers were cold with the visit of the one thing he had tried to protect her from for so long. During the night, as they had both slept, Death had visited the couple and taken the young girl from his arms. "Elena?" he whispered brokenly, feeling for a pulse that could not be found. "ELENA!"

"Give it up, Envy. If she were alive, she would've smacked you by now."

The distraught sin rounded on his younger "brother", tears shining in his lavender eyes. "But she can't be gone, she just can't be!" he wailed. "I never got to tell her that I loved her."

Greed was quiet for a moment, not responding to that statement. "It's getting late," he finally murmured. "If you don't hurry up, Dante'll find her and do unspeakable things to her corpse at best."

He nodded, understanding the point, and carefully extracted his love from the blankets, retreating out the window once more. There was only one place he would bury his Elena, and that was right beside his own remains. To his surprise, Mollie was waiting for him at the foot of the tree. "What are you doing here, bitch?" he hissed, his body instinctively curling protectively over his dead love.

"Fulfilling the purpose that left me here on this shithole," she muttered darkly, inspecting her nails. "You know how I just love to help people, especially bastards like you."

"Look, your friend is dead," he growled, "so what is it that you really want?"

"Elena's dead?" the girl looked shocked for a moment, then composed herself. "Well then, I guess this'll be my last task then." She got up, her form flickering the way it had when Elena had first given him the locket that had the gift of Sight with it. "She'll be reincarnated, Envy, but she won't quite be the same. All you'll have to look for is the body that recognizes you but the mind that doesn't."

"That doesn't make any sense whatsoever."

She shrugged, beads of light dripping from her body like a candle's wax. "I never said it had to make sense, per se, just that I had to tell you."

"MOLLIE!" he yelled, but she had already disappeared in a flash of light. "So much for the immortal soul," he grumbled, his fierce expression softening when he looked down at Elena's peaceful face. "Right. I need to keep you safe from my mom."

The garden looked especially beautiful right now, what with all the wildflowers blooming about the place. How ironic that it was a place where it would hold the graves of the two lovers whom death and about 200 years had separated. Holding Elena's prone body over the hole he'd exhaustedly dug with only part of his strength left, he brushed his lips against her forehead, her eyelids, her cheekbones, the tip of her nose, and then passionately against her lips before he gently closed the coffin and covered it with six feet of dirt. He marked the sight with grave marker he'd already picked out beforehand for its ironic properties and a single black rose, then turned his back on his love, closing his heart off to the world.

A month later, when the snows set in on the little garden, a small locket with a strand of red in it danced haphazardly in the winds, held captive in the area by a ice-cold iron cross.

A/N: Calm down, ya freeloaders, the other half's right after this too, though pressing that little review button down there does make me feel better.