ok...so in one of my previous chaps. i had stated that Edo-kun would've died in 1915...well i decided how he would do that. this entire chap is about edo's last day. :) so sad but here.

"I-I beg your pardon?" Edward stuttered, the doctor was joking right? Paid off by mustang? But Mustang seemed equally in shock. They had come in because Mustang had caught Edward coughing into his hand, removing the hand to reveal blood splattered on it, they had reported immediately to the hospital.

"I'm sorry Edward but you seem to have the same disease as your mother. You have a different branch of the disease however, instead of fainting as she did, you will cough up blood, both versions are quite painful actually." The doctor said, trying to keep a formal tone but ending in a sad and parental note. They boy was so young, 16 and he's dying! "I'm afraid that since we caught this so late, you only have today left to live, Mr. Elric." Edward could only stare at the doctor in shock, his eyes dilated sharply to almost disappearing entirely. Then he suddenly looked down, his bangs covering his face from Mustang's parent-like glance.

"How long exactly doc?" Edward asked quietly, his face still hidden, though Mustang could now see his chin and mouth as he talked. The doctor glanced at the clipboard in his hand.

"It is noon right now, so i would estimate seven hours." The doc spared the boy a apologetic glance. Edward then jerked his head up his eyes having an even brighter flame lighten appearance to them.

"Very well then, am I allowed to leave this bed? I have some things I would like to accomplished before i die...you understand correct doctor?" Edward turned his burning stare to the doctor's face, how gave a surprised look at the boy. He then gave a small smile.

"Of course, your clothing is in the bathroom." The doctor motioned to a connected room and Edward nodded, jumping form the bed and walking towards it. As he approached the door he began to cough, the noise was awful, raspy and hurtful sounding. Edward simply covered his mouth, both to keep the blood off the floor and from reflex, and entered the room closing the door quietly.

"Just what are we doing here Edward?" Mustang asked as he watched the boy, he had already coughed twice since leaving the hospital, each time more blood being brought up.

"YOU, didn't have to come, i'm simply making a withdrawl." Edward stated, his voice slightly ragged from coughing. He approached the woman at the desk and smiled. Hello, my name is Edward Elric and i would like to know hoe much i have in my research account please." The woman looked up and looked slightly worried, Edward had slight black rings under both his eyes and a small stain of red could be seen at the corner of his mouth.

"Mhmmn, ok, could i have proof that you are who you say?" Edward nodded and showed her his pocket watch. "Ok...wow...you have over 102 million in your account, haven't used it in a while huh?" Edward nodded, he hadn't used it since gate knows when.

"Good, i had been hoping to collect more but it will do, i would like to withdraw all of it please." The woman looked hesitant now,

"May i request why?" Edward was about to respond when another coughing fit hit him, he hunched over slightly and the woman winced at the painful sound.

"He's dying to put it bluntly, so if you would?" Mustang finished for him and worried yet angered tone in his voice, must she really need to ask why? Edward was done by now and was clutching his chest with his human hand in a pained manner, one eye closed tightly. The woman's eyes widened and she nodded quickly, noticing the heavy amount of blood on Edward's right glove.

"O-Of course! I'm so sorry, i'll do that right away!" Edward managed a pained smile, why should he be rude on his last day? The woman quickly withdrew all the money and gave it to him, the bundle held together by a rubber band. Edward bowed slightly.

"Thank you, have a good day miss." Edward said, his voice even worse now that he'd coughed again. Mustang jumped at the polite tone, quite unusual for the not so short anymore alchemist. "Ey, Roy," Another unusual act, death can bring out the worst or the best of people, for Fullmetal, it seemed the best. "You can go back to work for a while, you don't need to be here." Mustang was about to argue before Edward gave him a look that screamed, 'I may be dying but i'll still kick your ass if you don't listen to me.' so Mustang abliged, leaving, but as he did he called Winry and Al.

"Hello?" Winry's hestiant voice answered, clearly not knowing the person's number.

"Ms. Winry, It's Roy Mustang, i'm sorry but i have horrible news."

"O-Ok...is Edward alright? He didn't get hurt did he?" The love and concern sounded clearly through her voice. Mustang couldn't stop the slight smile, if only Fullmetal could have told her he felt the same.

"Um, this does involve Edward. I'm going to be blunt, you need to get on a train to central now, Edward has the same disease as his mother and this is his final day Ms. Winry. I believe he would want you to be here." Mustang could here the phone fall from her hand and hit the floor, a deafening bang sounding through the receiver.

"AL! WE NEED TO GO NOW! IT'S EDWARD!" She was shouting and he could hear it clearly through the phone. There wasd rustling and then the band of the door being slammed. Mustang clicked off his phone.

Winry couldn't think straight, Edward's dying? But, he's only 16, soon to be 17 in just a month and change!(1) Alphonse was next to her, poor Al, he looks so crushed.

"Why him? First mom now brother? Why does the world hate us?" She was shocked at Alphonse's bitter words. She hugged him around the shoulders as they walked, hoping to give some sort of comfort. They reached Mustang, who had told them to meet him mid-way down main street.

"Good, you're here. Edward is down here." Mustang led them down a street going to the left of main street. Once they got closer they noticed Edward talking to some older woman, she seemed to be thanking him, he brushing it off with extreme modesty. Edward waved his hands in front of him, still talking to the woman, showing the now red right glove. The woman noticed something on his face and motioned to it. Edward gave a confused look before rubbing at his mouth with his left hand, he removed it to reveal a red smear. He gave a "Oh" look at his hand before nodding slightly and returning his gaze to the woman. By now they had approached enough to hear them.

"Oh, you poor dear, bless you for being so considerate, even in your final hours." The old woman said, a strong motherly tone in her voice. Edward scratched his head with his left hand,

"I simply figured i'd give back, will that be enough for repairs and such miss?" The woman nodded, fingering the large amount of money in her hands,

"This will be more than enough, thank you, the orphanage will look wonderful and the conditions will improve greatly thanks to this." Edward smiled and nodded, the woman returning to the broken down building behind her. He then heard their footsteps and turned to look who it was. He gave a small, very sad smile towards them.

"Ah, i'm glad you guys managed to come at such short notice." he stated before entering a cough attack. He hunched completely over, falling to his knees and clutching his stomach with both hands in agony. Winry covered her mouth in horror at the horrible sound, it was very ragged and sounded as though he was coughing up a lung, literally. Blood poured form his lips onto the ground, Winry knew he would be bad but, she was never told the time he had left. Once, Edward finished he was breathing hard and asked in a raspy tone,

"Ey, Roy, what time is it?" Mustang gave a worried look beofre glancing aty his watch.

"It's 3:00 Edward, are you ok? Can you stand?" He asked clearly his fatherly instincts kicking in. Edward sat back onto his knees, still holding his stomach in paion, before giving a weak smile.

"Yeah, i should be able to stand, how long was the train ride?" Edward asked, purposely missing the first question, he knew he wasn't, he didn't have long.

"I-It took th-three hours Ed." Winry said shakily. Edward nodded before standing, wobbling slightly. Winry then jumped into his arms, embracing his with tears stream9ing down her face. Edward's face quickly lost it's surprised look and turned to that of sadness and sever gentleness. He hugged her back weakly, though he was really hugging her as hard as he could, it felt like he was simply laying his arms on her. When they released Alphonse was the next to approach Edward.

"Life isn't fair, is it brother?" He said as he hugged his brother, one arm over his shoulder the other under his ribs. Edward nodded and hugged him the same way, though reversed.

"Yeah, it isn't. I've done all i wanted to here. Roy, could you do me a favor though, once i'm gone of course?" Mustang winced at the pain in Edward's voice, but nodded. Edward reached into his pocket and removed a very large bundle of money.

"This is 60 Million ok? I want you to spread it across the countries issues where you see best fit." Mustang's eyes widened at the large quantity but nodded again and put the money in his own pocket. Edward looked downwards slightly, his eyes a very dark, almost black, bronze. His death was becoming obvious. He closed his eyes for a moment and nodded.

"There's one more place i need to go. I have four hours left, and the train ride takes three. Lets go now." Winry instantly knew what Edward wanted to do. He was going to give the remaining money to his home town, and he wanted to die there. Tears streamed down her face again at the thought.

As Edward thought, everyone who was there in the marketplace hugged him, damn their sympathy to hell. He didn't want their sympathy, he didn't need it. He had given a quarter million to everyone in his tiny village, with a half million still left over. He stopped to look at the remains of his childhood home. His eyes were black now, the tiniest tint of bronze at the very bottom of his eyes. 5 minutes, that's all he had left. He still had two things to do.

"I would like this place to be rebuilt, that would be wonderful." He whispered, to weak to actually speak, they were lucky he managed to stand. Everyone to his left nodded. All the military crew had come, Hawkeye, Havoc, Breda, everyone. All of them, even Mustang, were crying. Winry approached him stopping just a foot away from him. She could practically see the disease rack his body with every breath he took.

"I-I guess you did everything you wanted, right Ed?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper herself. Edward shook his head no.

"No, i still have one thing i want to do. Even if you hate it Winry, let me do it ok?" Winry looked puzzled but nodded. Edward shakily approached her, his strength quickly fading. 2 minutes. He softly placed his lips on hers. She gave a shocked look before tears ran faster down her cheeks and she kissed back. 1 minute. Edward then suddenly moved to her left, a small sound of breath leaving him as he slumped against her. Her eyes widened as she was brought to her knees from his weight.

"E-Ed?" No answer. She sat indian style and rolled him over with a huff of exertion, blood was streaming form Edward's lips, form his lip down his chin and his neck. She propped him against her and spoke again.

"E-Edward?" She reached and felt for a pulse. Her slowly eyes dilated as she felt none. She closed her eyes and hugged his body around the shoulders, crying into his hair.

"No..."

*radio static* "Breaking news Amestris, the great Fullmetal Alchemist, otherwise known as Edward Elric died yesterday at 7:03 p.m in his hometown of Resimbool. By what we have been told he had been diagnosed with an unnamed disease that his mother had also contracted, and died that day. The entire country is in mourning of the terrific boy. He was the best the military and the country had to offer by what most say and was the most amazing fighter any of us had every known. The boy had given every penny he had in charitable work in his last hours. He gave money to every orphanage in central and another 80 million in funds for the government to improve all of Amestris. He had given the rest of his money to his home town and as a last wish, requested his childhood home to be rebuilt. His funeral will be held in Resimbool on January 3rd, 1915, a mere month before his birthday. He would have been 17, may he rest in peace. Anyone is welcome to attend, as told buy his loved ones. Have a wonderful day Amestris." *radio static*

Ok, there it is, so sad. !: That's a saying my family says, meaning a small amount of something "I'm 13 and will be 14 in 2 months and change." See what i mean? Reviews and requests please! :)