A.C.: I should be studying... really, really studying . ; Stupid formatting doesn't let me put exclamation marks next to question marks
Summary: Upon finding the diary of the legendary Phoenix Alchemist, Edward is thrown into a plot long since launched into motion by the fabled war hero...
Timeline: Sometime before Hughes is dead.
Warnings: oocness, grammar/structure/spelling mistakes, spoilers?
"What are you doing here!"
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"You know if you do this, you'll never become a Fuhrer."
"It's ok, the only reason I wanted to be the Fuhrer was because I wanted to help people."
"You're too 'nice' for your own good. Your 'subjects' do not deserve you."
"How many ranks do you think they'll demote me?"
"Don't know, I'm pretty sure they'll take away that shiny watch of yours."
"Mhhmm"
"Doesn't matter if you're an alchemist anymore anyways right? You've chosen another path."
"And so I have. Ever wonder what might have happened..."
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"Yes..."
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Ed was at a loss, who to save?
His brother
Or his superior?
Dante clicks her tongue teasingly as she rolls the crimson stone in her hands.
Al is still struggling in his alchemic bonds on the floor. Gluttony approaches the younger Elric, his mouth agape with his thick tongue bloated and swaying in midair.
"My last stone," Dante remarks fondly, at the incapacitated General on the floor. "I was saving it for an emergency but after seeing your skills, your potential!" she kneels down by his head, "I think you are worthy of my last..."
The rich lining of veil and lace lap against her thighs,
The puffs of perfume heat the air.
The stone is visible even at the angle his head is at.
The item is red, almost pretty Roy thinks.
All thoughts flees his mind like scattering butterflies as Dante jerks his head backwards, eliciting a gasp at the rough treatment.
He can't see anymore but he can feel...
The sensually sweet power of the red stone rubbing against his jaw line...
He can feel the not-human-sin's breathing hitch up a few notches as he comes close in contact with the stone...
He can feel the one in his own arm pulsing frantically, trying to bear a hole in his skin to unite with the other...
How long had it been since he had to replace the bones of his upper arms?
Without a word, Fuhrer King Bradley, the homunculus Pride, guides the blade across the pale pillar, slitting Roy's throat.
Ed screams.
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"I would have died,"
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The Fuhrer wife is a plump, round-ish woman sporting a crown of mousy blonde hair.
The son is a wide eyed boy barely ten,
He does not share any common features with his mother, nor does he look like his father.
So the rumors were true then, the fuhrer's son was indeed adopted from elsewhere.
Hawkeye gives the duo a steely smile as Hughes slips inside.
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"I wanted to thank you for that..."
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Roy begins to thrash madly, blood bubbling up his wound and mouth.
Foam gathers at Mustang's lips, his tongue can be seen lashing out in suffocation.
Roy catches Bradley in the eye, the one with the ouroboros. The sin grunts but does not loosen his hold.
"Be nice..." Dante says soothingly,
She holds the stone above the Brigadier General's torn neck.
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"Not a day passes without being reminded of what I could have lost..."
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"Brother! The General!"
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"Oy Roy,"
"Hmm?"
"Why did you give Kimbley a burial?"
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Havoc tears the wig off,
"I can't do this dammit! He was right! I can't do this!"
Strands of black fall on the dirt before blowing away.
Fury looks at him wearily, he looks tired. They all are. The normally boyish face even sports a few whiskers now.
He swears he can see silver hair in the crop of black.
Breda looks over the wall of sand, towards the mountains where cannon fire booms in the distance.
Vato Falman sighs,
Armstrong lays a heavy hand on the shorter blonde's shoulders,
"Calm down, you'll do fine."
Bullets are thick in the air showering down like a hail of metal amongst them all.
"You have to."
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Alphonse cries out frantically as Gluttony approaches, drooling before the living stone. The acidic saliva laps at the floor, eating the carpet, tracking a half melted trail of dots leading towards the armor.
Edward inches his hands out, reaching for them,
At Alphonse who is being gnawed and chewed on by Gluttony.
At his superior, finally dying after so many aesthetically careless brushes with death.
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The General's resistance is at best, feeble. His eyes roll towards the Elrics, in a silent apology that he can not help them.
The corners of his lips are red,
The stone is held over him like a bloody cardinal.
'Sorry'
"No! Don't!"
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A moth flies, bouncing off the glass bulb over Maes' head. After a few more bumps it falls to the floor, slightly burnt but alive.
What was it that drew moths to a flame?
Though in shades of brown, the darker eye like marking is almost beautiful as it flutters balefully against the dusty floor
A circle, which had been a part of his life as much as it had Roy,
The crisp edges shiver before dying down.
The moth is dead, Maes captures it in his hand.
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Ed thrashes beneath Envy who socks him for a good measure.
"Shut it shrimp!"
"Who's small enough to fit through the cracks of the floor and stay there! Dammit bastard General! If you die I swear...!"
"He won't die..." sneers Dante, she cups her hands and the philosopher's stone melts into a red pool in her hands. The viscous matter quivers in her hands, almost as if afraid of what is about to come.
"He shall be reborn, like the phoenix he once was, is and forever will be..."
Dante releases the stone, which trickles like blood, settling into Mustang's neck, wound, flesh and blood.
Roy gurgles unintelligibly; his eyes still have the dark, guilty look about them. Ed would like nothing more than to get up and hit the General until the emotion disappears.
But he can't.
Because he is weak,
Because this is the reality and here, they are all too doomed...
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"Because the dead don't bury themselves... people bury the dead... unless you were in Ishival. Because I remember... once upon a time Kimbley used to be like me, and I him. Because is what I could have been..."
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"Because he was my friend."
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"Because we're all in this war together."