Disclaimer: Me no own FMA or Bluebird's Illusion. waaaaaaahhh! -sob- -sob-

ckc: HI HI! How're ya'll? sorry I haven't updated in a while. Anyways, on to the fi-

Kouru: Brenjy! Kouru is in da' house! And-

ckc: Kouru! Stop trying to sneak out of my room! Now, get back in there!

Kouru: grrr... so ein Mist! bye (leaves)

ckc: Well, let's get started! Just to tell ya'll, Al will mostly be the main character in this. And it's NOT from his point of view anymore but it may switch once in a blue moon. "In ze Blue, Blue Moon."

italics means the people are thinking stuff

oh, andone more thing.Hughes is still alive.

Chappie 2: The Deepest Wounds...

Winry Rockbell sighed as she walked around the kitchen. Another day, another part to be fixed, another limb to be mended... another breakfast to be made. It was a gorgeous Monday morning, the birds were singing, the bees buzzing around as they flew from one rose to another in the bush outside... and yet she was unhappy.

'No, not unhappy,' She thought, taking out the glass milk cart from the new fridge. It was a different sort of sadness... sort of like an empty feeling. Yes, that was it. She was missing him aga-

'Winry Rockbell, don't start thinking about that again!' She scolded mentally. 'This is suppose to be a good day. The day that Al recieves his promotion.' If everything worked out as she had been told by Jean Havoc then Al would move up in the ranks and become a Colonel. Speaking of Al-

She paused in her cooking as she heard the steady thump of someone coming down the stairs. Then the usual bang as Al ran into the door leading to the kitchen. He was never quite awake in the morning and forgot that the door openned by pulling, not pushing on it. After a second the door swung open and Alphonse Elric dressed in the dark blue military uniform slowly walked into the kitchen and took a seat at the small, two person dining table.

"Good Morning-"

thunk

"-Al," Winry finished, watching Al's head connect with the table top. "Are you okay?"

"fine," he mumbled. "Didn't sleep."

"Alright then." Quickly, she grabbed the milk and two plates piled with syrup soaked pancakes, sausage, bacon, eggs, and hash browns, setting one down in front of him. He, however, groaned and turned his head away from the different assortments of food.

"not hungry."

"Come on Al. This is your big day! You have to eat," Winry protested, stuffing some of her own homemade pancakes in her mouth. Al never did eat how... He use to, but still. Starving himself was far from what he should do. "Please Al. Just a little."

Not wishing to argue this early in the morning Al raised himself up on one elbow, head propped on one hand, and glared at his meal. Slowly, he took a minuscule piece of pancake on the end of his fork and took a bite and practically dropped his fork back onto his plate.

"Okay. I'm done."

"Al-" Winry began again but upon seeing Al's murderous glare she took another chunk of bacon and ate it hurredly. He really did need to eat something, she thought, watching him stand up with the milk in hand. The fifteen year-old boy was skinny but strong and lithe. And tall. He was almost as tall as Mustang now. His light brown hair was cut short but long enough to hang down in front of his amber and green flecked eyes. Those eyes, so tired and sad looking- oh, now she was just going off again, blabbering until the cows came home.

Al was silent as he poured some of the milk into a bowl on the counter and then put the bowl of the ground. A little tabby kitten came running up and began to lap up some of the liquid mewing joyfully. After pleading with Winry for over two weeks Al had finally gotten a cat. Den, who was probably sleeping right now, didn't even seem to mind the company of the feline.

"I guess I'll be gone all day," Al said, opening the front door.

"Wait a minute!" Winry shouted, jumping up with his plate in hand. She stuffed it into his hands, smiling broadly."Don't forget this! Bye Al! And be careful walking home!"

"Thanks Winry," He sighed, staring at his uneaten breakfast with a sick look. With that he closed the door softly and began to walk off towards Central HQ. Winry raced over the window and watched him, her smile fading. Yes, just another day in Central.

"Lt. Col. Alphonse Elric, the Silverfist Alchemist, by orders of Furher Hakuro you have been promoted to Colonel Elric."

"Thank you, Brigadier General Riza Hawkeye," Al said sharply, snapping to attention.

Her stern look softening, Riza held out her hand with two, small, golden stars resting on in it. "Congratulations Al."

Al sighed and took the stars before making an about face and walking out of her office. He hadn't even taken fifteen steps before a man with jet black hair stepped in front of him, a gloved hand in snapping postion.

"Mustang," Al groaned. 'Why today? Why, why, WHY?' Mustang, however, smirked at the new Colonel's moaning.

"Alright kid. Tell me what's going on."

"I'm not in the mood today Mustang," He said and brushed past the General but Mustang grabbed his shoulder preventing him from leaving.

"That's an order Colonel."

Twisting out of his grip, Al began walking at a faster pace away from the Flame Alchemist. "It's nothing. Just leave it." The General was left standing alone until Riza came around the corner with a stack of paperwork held in her hands.

"Taisa, you should leave Alphonse alone today. He hasn't been in the best of moods this week."

Mustang chuckled at her statement. "What are you talking about Hawkeye. This is the best time to pester him... And stop calling me Taisa! I'm a General now!" He shouted but she just frowned at him. Sometimes that man just did not think.

"When you are grieving you should be left to deal with it on your own. Let him recover-"

"Nonsense! His mood is effecting his work which effects your work which effects my credit. Cheering him up is the best thing to do!" Finishing his little spiel he became sober. "Now, I know you didn't come out here just to talk about Al. What's the news on the serial killer?" Mustang asked.

"Nothing new Sir," Riza said gravely, handing him the stack of papers. "Twelve more deaths, eight adults and four teenagers, all of them male. Each night it's been three more deaths."

"We'll have to put out more soldiers then," Mustang said. "This killer must be caught as-"

"Killers Sir," The Brigadier General cut in. "The attacks are always on opposite sides of the map ranging from Central to Eastern HQ. We have found that the killers use two different methods. One of them tortures their victims until they're dead and the other... " Riza trailed off remembering the gruesome scene of the last victim.

"Yes, Hawkeye?"

"The other uses both a sword of some type and tattoos, red tattoos that burn into your skin."

"Interesting. Well Hawkeye," Mustang said, giving the papers back to her. "Thank you. And now," His dark eyes glittered mischeviously. "It's off to Al I go."

"Taisa-" Riza shouted but Mustang had already sped off in pursuit of the Elric boy. That... man!. Sometimes... Riza stopped her mental persecution leaning against the wall. Mustang had been there too when Edward sacrificed himself for his brother. Afterwords Mustang didn't speak. It was like he had become a mute. Mustang was in dissaray as was the military. The Furher was gone and no traces could be found of him. Then, two months after the incident Taisa finally snapped at one of his subordinates and peace seemed to return. General Hakuro became the new Furher and even promoted everyone, especially Mustang and those serving under him. He was promoted to Brigadier General and herself to Brigadier. Life went about as usual, even though Mustang was alot more talkative and spontaneous later, except for...

Riza walked back into her office and began to rearange her desk, still thinking. There was still that missing piece in all of the military's life. Edward Elric. Nothing could make up for the loss of the young Alchemist. Alphonse had disappeared also. Then maybe three months later he appeared in Central at Mustang's desk requesting to become a State Alchemist. Mustang didn't even hesitate on giving him the position. The boy didn't even have to take the test.

Now a State Alchemist, Al was as quiet as when he had been a suit of armor. He rarely spoke to anyone, except for when he came to work and said, good morning to everyone. When ever somebody tried to speak to him about... the incident he simply closed up and told them to, "Please, shut up." Other than that, Al was happy, smiling the whole day, but it was usually a sad smile. It was as if he became a State Alchemist for his brother.

Speaking of that, this week was the anniversary of the older Elric's death. Al always became rather moody during this time of year and was tense enough to go off. Hopefully Mustang wouldn't do anything bad enough to-

"Shut up! You have no idea how I feel!"

'Oh great,' Riza groaned mentally, hearing Alphonse shout, and ran down the hall to where his voice came from. 'Taisa, what did you do this time?'

ckc: yep, that's all for now! See you later peoples! But just as an extra... we have an interview type thing with... ARU!

Al: ...

ckc: So how are you?

Al:...

ckc: Um, is everything okaywith Alchemy?

Al: ...

ckc: What's your special thing that you do as a State Alchemist?

Al: ...

ckc: ooooookay. You in a bad mood today?

Al: (twitch) must. destroy. and. kill. in. inhumane. way.

ckc: eep! okay! That's all for today! Bye everyone! (runs very very far far away into another galaxy and time)