Hey guys! this series is about the themes for Fullmetal Alchemist, so yes, if it sound familiar, that is where it is from. If you guy actually reveiw me, I might make a special surprise at the end of this series, Well, Enjoy!

Disclaimer: No, I sadly do not own FMA, Porno Graffiti, or Melissa, but I will after I take over the world! BWAAAA HAAAAA HAAAAAA!... Kay, done now, I will never own them. -sigh-

(10 Oct. 11)-(10 Oct. 11)-(Just the break!)

Edward Elric was just waiting for the moment in the reasearch he had been doing to find the secret to the Philosopher's Stone, and it wasn't easy. Being the fullmetal alchemist brang many tasks and such to test him along the way. His metal arm and leg of the limbs he lost in the accident with his first try at a human transmutation were hard having, even after months having them, they still hurt like nothing he had imagined, but the real pain was the dream he had, that one nightmare, where he sees his mother once again, happy and well, then sick and lifeless. Then when he wakes, either his arm or leg is in a lot of pain.

Cleave apart the memories of those faraway days with your hands, and end the breath of saddness. come on, pirce through my chest made of anxious love.

There he was, the fullmetal alchemist, walking mid-day to face colonal Roy Mustang, with only bits and pieces of info on the Philosopher's Stone.

'Another day to be lectured by the almighty colonal,' Ed tought as he made his way through the lot. Over head he saw the most charming birds, he had to stop and see, their elegant coloring, their shape, and their call reminded his of his mother, cheerful, optimistic, beautiful.

Looking in the sky in witch tomorrow will come, I don't know what to do with my heart that is only lost, Birds by my side flew away, I wonder if they found light somewhere.

"Jesus, I swear he says the same thing every single time!" Ed growled to Alphonse after his meeting with the colonal. "You need to speed up the reaearch, the govermant needs the info for the better! Honestly Al, how do you put up with this stuff? he has us do every thing for him, and he expects more? He doesn't like us, that's all there is too it!"

Alphonse didn't answer, he didn't know how to. he was good at this, being only a soul, only having feelings, not able to show emotions except in his voice, which was normally rather serious for 14, he resembled his mother, except for the depression he seemed to be in. Ed waited for an answer, but finally figured out he wasn't going to get one.

Come now, won't you let ride on your back too? Then keep far away from the kindness I deserted at the highest place. Please, Cleave apart the memories of those far away days with your hands, and end the breth of my saddness, Come on, pierce through my chest made anxios by love.

"Al, are you Ok?" Ed asked, not only as a worried brother, but a caring guardian. Al sat staring at a window, a fixed gaze he always has, but now, it seemed some how sad.

"Do you remember what day it is?" Al said at last, his voice sounded sad, like he was about to cry if he was able. "It has been 5 years since we tried to bring mom back. I miss her."

"Al, it will be Ok, why don't we make flowers for her, we'll make her favorite." Ed looked to cheer up his brother, trying not to show how he had been avoiding the subject. He decided Al needed some alone time, and walked out side. He didn't realize what time it had been, It was now 5 or 6 o'clock, and the sun was no longer there there, stars and a full moon had lit the sky. In an instant those strange birds he had seen earlier had flown over head again, they seemed to glow in the backround.

I saw off birds into the dark evening, the wind strokes me who merly craws on the ground. I won't say I want wings; I want to become melissa leaves dancing in air, at least.

Ed had longingly hoped of finding the Philosopher's Stone in order to help his brother and mother, to give them bodys of flesh and bloodso they could feel their suroundings once more, but watching those birds fly across the sky, he felt nothing himself, only the slight breeze that seemed so heavy before, and those beautiful birds.

I've already tried to keep standing many times, but that is probably not the answer, right? 'Cause then I won't go aganst the wind.

a month passes by... yay...

Ed, finally reading the reasearch he had been looking for so long, had second thoughts. 'What if it isn't real, maybe he was on a wild goose chase the whole time.' But his instinct told him to go for it. He needed this to be happy, he would do anything to capture this. He had to look up at the bright light in the window. He saw those birds again, he hadn't seen them since that night.

Take the key in your hands, you won't be hesitating will you? Even if you were wrong, if it seems that it'd never open again, Come on, end it with the sound of a rock falling.

He had read the papers, and discovered it. The secret to the Philosopher's Stone was live humans. His eyes filled up with water. 'That's right' he thought. Ed couldn't hide his emotions any longer. "All that just to be bit in the face with the first law! Equal exchange! To get something, one has to lose the equal amount!"

A soul that cannot be saved drifts and disappears, In the instant it vanishes, it shines faintly. Now, It creats the night with a full moon.

Now, though it seemed hopeless, he kept on going, to make a stone that needed not the humans, there had to be another way! He pushed himself harder and harder, and at his lowest pionts, he just thought of those birds.

(10 Oct. 11)-(10 Oct. 11)-(Just the break... again!)

Well, that was it. I know it sucked, but I tried! It was hard! Oh, and I know the times aren't right, this was just off the top of my head. Please reveiw, and if you have time, reveiw my other story, "Diary of a hanyo's father" That one is sucky too, but live with it. Well, like I said, If you reveiw, I'll make a surprize one or two, so please reveiw! Reveiw or I'll kill myself...

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