Kudos to you guys! :3 haha So, Chapter 100 up and about! ;) I'm sorry it took so long, writing my thesis (final paper) has been driving me up the walls .

SPECIAL THANKS TO MY READERS: Since this is my 100 th chapter, I feel it's my duty to let you people know how important you are to me. :) I started out as a really insecure (Ok, I'm still insecure but a lot less than at the beginning) amateur writer who was writing stories for years but never published any of them because I thought they were stupid. I've got some great encouragement from family and friends so I decided to publish my first story here. After a few (mostly alright-ish) stories, I've decided to write this. I've been pretty insecure, since I never wrote one shots before or for this fandom, BUT after the first few reviews I've gained some confidence and continued writing. I originally intended for THIS story/booklet to be 10 chapters long at BEST. But wow...10 and a 100 chapters is a bit of a difference ^^. So...without blabbering all the time, let me say thank you ALL for supporting me and encouraging me. I may not fulfill my dream of becoming a real writer but this is more than enough. :) Thank you so damn much! 3 :3

100 Things About You, Me & Us Part 1

Sword: He was the sword that cut down his enemies when his child stood alone and defenseless before them, he was the weapon meant to protect his injured comrades bleeding on the ground, he was the blade clashing against blade when it meant protecting his country and the people in it. A sword was a dangerous weapon and it can cut down any who stand in its way. But a sword was nothing without a shield.

Shield: He was the ultimate shield meant to protect his comrades from the vicious assaults of their enemies, he was the shield standing in the way of the swarm of enemies heading towards his family and friends, standing stall and proud and a indestructible force to be reckoned with, he was the wall that created a cocoon of safety around those that had none, he took the brunt of the attacks and never minded the scars and the pain, because those scars, he wore with pride in his soul and body. The shield may be there to protect...but if it meant kicking his enemies' ass, it was nothing without the sword.

Food: Love goes through the stomach right? Whenever they ate together, sitting there, eating the food of this foreign country, she always remembered her position and always made sure to eat away from the table where her Lord was eating, as was custom. But...he would always stand up from his position at the table and sit down beside her, not saying a word. But she didn't need his words to understand him, it wasn't how their relationship worked. And when he offered her the last piece of his grilled teriyaki, she would smile and break it in half and he would laugh and kiss her because that was all he knew to do when she would profess her love for him that way.

Friend or Foe: They met as enemies of different clans when they were the tender age of ten, as they grew older they were told to eliminate the other without thought should they meet each-other again, for the clan, they said. It was at sixteen where they met again, this time, in the land of Amestris, finding themselves injured in a doctors house with the Elric brothers. They hadn't hesitated to lash out at each-other, bandages and kunais flying. After that, they met again at the age of twenty. 'What's your name?' Alice asked. 'Kiba' he said. 'Wanna play with me Kiba-kun?' she smiled. 'Sure!' Kiba grinned. Their mothers laughed and rejoiced over a warm cup of tea.

Our Sins: "Have you ever asked yourself what could have been?" Homunculus asked his age old friend, the One he had gotten the blood from to live. "No," the answer startled the Homunculus, so he asked, "Why not?" Hohenheim smiled as he looked at the blue, blue sky in the lands of white and black, "There are too many "what if's" in life to consider, one would die trying to fulfill them all,"

Tears: Edward couldn't really remember it, since back then he had been pretty young, but after he had seen the picture pinned to the board, it came back to him. The bastard of a father, who had abandoned them, was crying in the picture he took with his family. Ed never realized why, until the photographer asked, "Everyone! Please gather together and smile for the camera!" and when he was holding his small son in his arms, Edward had tried hard to suppress his own tears of joy.

Mask: She was hiding behind the mask he detested with every fiber of his being. He hated seeing it obscuring her beautiful face, hated how it restricted her freedom and made her the same rank as the rest of the followers and subordinates other princes had. The thing was, she wasn't 'one of them'. She wasn't just a simple servant, she was far more than that, more than he allowed himself to show anyway. Sometimes he just wished to rip that mask off her and tell her how he really felt, but the high possibility of her never returning his feelings grounded him where he stood, him as the prince from Xing, her as his loyal servant. Words weren't enough to describe how he loathed that piece of wood, it was hideous compared to her beauty, like mud tarnishing a beautiful flower. And once all the battles were over and he was finally allowed to lift the veil off her face, it wasn't just the veil he lifted, it was the mask he smashed on the floor with his foot that symbolized the reign of hiding and insecurities to be over where freedom can finally become a reality.

Study: They were very young back then, just little rascals searching for something to do in their spare time while their mother tended to the garden and the house. The first time they discovered their father's old study which had been abandoned and never opened again, they were in awe. While it had been to a degree messy, it was filled with books of all kinds, books filled with strange symbols, weird sentences and foreign languages they could only hope to learn someday. But when Edward opened one of these books and sat down on the floor to read, with his brother following suit, he soon found out that it wasn't as difficult as he thought. So continued reading and reading and reading. And they read until there were no more books to read which they hadn't read at least twice. They never considered it before, but when they entered their father's old study as adults themselves, they were bathed in the nostalgic smell of old books, their father's cologne and their mother's perfume. Instead of dreadful memories, they smiled in happiness and decided to finally tidy the place up. After all, the study could still prove to be useful for their children too...

Weirdo: Ed had thought he had just been a poor, weird, foreign man who was just on the brink of starvation, he offered to pay him a generous meal. That meal quickly turned into emptying out the entire years stock of food from the restaurant they were in, the owner was shouting at him being short on money, the foreign weirdo was running away like the wind, Alphonse was freaking out beside him. When he exploded and finally ran after the idiot, he found his true motives. He was searching for a way to become immortal, in order to help his people and country. He was also there when the weird Xingese prince shared his body with the Homunculus Greed, his headaches from then on had only tripled. He was the one that gave them the nickname 'Greeling' since he couldn't make out who was who when they started switching controls. And then, when it was only Ling left and the war was over and everyone was saved, he was still the foreign, gluttonous weirdo he had met all these years ago. Along with being a hero and a damn great Emperor and friend to boost.

War: The trembling hands of a woman caressed the long, long list of missing and dead soldiers. It was the first snow of the evening, winter grew cold and merciless. The house felt empty and dark and lonely and her finger continued sliding down, down, down. The list was long. Too long. Her heart frayed at its seams. Her eyes moistening. Just as her finger stopped one a few names. The paper fell from her hands, those same trembling hands moved up to cup her face and muffle the scream that tore at her throat and shook the house. All our names were on the list.

Immortal: Was there really such a thing as immortality? Was it just a fairy tale alchemists made up to justify their work? Was it a children's bedtime story to convince them to live life to the fullest and not try pursuing something that was unreal? Was it...was it tangible? Liquid? Solid? A rock? A jewel? A shard? ...Or was it simply a figment of our imagination?

My Side: "Oh I may be on the side of the angels, but don't think for one second that I'm one of them," Greed's words had been etched into his mind even after his sacrifice, but it was only in the moment where he vanished forever, that they made sense. He may have been on the good side in the end, but nobody ever said Greed was a saint. Or that he was an angel. Well, nobody was really. But to his friends, Greed was never anything less than a good guy, a good friend and a hero.

Price: His gaze was steady, his heart heavy, but the words he uttered were soft, "Even if we didn't have the money..." Hohenheim smiled, hanging his head down and welcoming death with open arms, "...we already paid the price..."

False Reality: Sometimes he thought that the world he lived in was false, it weren't necessarily the people that were false, but the circumstances they surrounded themselves in. A false reality where his mother died, his father abandoned them, his brother lost an arm and a leg, innocent people died for their cause and war was waged. He thought that had been the false reality he tried escaping from, but when he woke up, he realized...that had been reality.

Calcium: It is said that calcium increased the density of the bone structure in one's body but only if a fair amount of Vitamin D is consumed as well. Edward had more than enough of Vitamin D, having been outside and traveling out in the open under the sun for the majority of his young life, but he had a disturbingly low Calcium level. Some said it was a disease, others said he had been born this way...but Winry Rockbell knew the truth. "Edward didn't drink his milk again!"

Dragon: It is said that the dragon symbolizes strength and wisdom and having a home to call his own. His people had linked all these attributes to Ling but in reality he never was the dragon. The man whom he had his wisdom to thank, Fu, was unfortunately no longer among them. The strength he had, was from Greed not his own and the home he had sought after for so long, was given to him by the only woman he would ever call his wife, Lan Fan.

Home: Edward smiled, "Well...for starters, home is a house, four walls and some blueprints, architects would say. Home is beautiful decorations and well-made furniture, designers would say. Home is cement, wood or glass, builders would say. Home is a warm meal and a nice welcome, families would say. But for us alchemists, a home is rather simple." Ed grinned and pulled Winry close, kissing the top of her head, "You,"

Heroes: Lena smiled and finally gave her answer, "You asked me...what it's like to be a hero, well...I wouldn't really know. You can't relate to full-time heroes, because that's not what any of us are. Sure, we do a few good deeds per day, some save lives, for some it's their job, others help whoever and whenever they can in their own way. It's not realistic, it's not what everyone can relate to and feel connected to. Being a hero with no flaws just means you're a writer without any imagination. Heroes with flaws and mistakes are the best kind, because you can see how they develop throughout their journeys and adventures with other people, how other people inspired them to become better than they already are. I think that's what inspired Ed and Al to become as great as they are now. I ran away from home because I had been a coward, because I had no way of knowing how to deal with and solve my problems. After traveling aimlessly around and experiencing many things, I finally learned why I went on this journey and what it's good for. I met many people – good and bad – and I got inspired by them too, to become better than my past shell. If you'd asked Ed that or any of us, I'm sure they would tell you the same thing," she smiled. Ed smiled and playfully wrapped an arm around her, laughing and ruffling her hair.

Führer: It was the Führers duty to protect his country, to act on behalf of his people and ensure the safety of his country. The Ishvalan Extermination had been a necessity he knew, many others perceived him to be a cold, heartless man blinded by war and battle lust. What many didn't know was, he hadn't issued the order out of random bloodlust. As the Amestrian spies had found out, Drachma had been planning to recruit Ishvalans as a additional force to fight against Amestris and win the war in their favor. Bradley couldn't have that, not with everything on the line. Had that war escalated, there would be unimaginably many deaths, on both parties, and none of the countries despite their military strength could afford that. So he did the only thing a simple man such as him could, he issued the illumination of one threat. Drachma had been too powerful then to confront but Ishval had just been growing, having not as much military might as opposed to Drachma. Many Ishvalans lost their life but it had been the only thing he could do. The night after the extermination had ended and he found himself in his house in his own bed, laying beside his sleeping wife, he knew, what he did was one of the many sins he was cursed to commit. But he did it for the people, for his family... with eyes firmly shut to hold back tears of despair, he pulled his wife closer and succumbed to the nightmare he knew would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Describe: You can't describe something without having anything to compare it to. If you try describing a certain smell, you wouldn't know how to if you don't have anything similar to compare the smell to. The same thing can be said about love, I guess. I realized later that I fell in love with a idiot like you, but it took me so long to realize because I didn't have anything to compare it to, that feeling. You were a jerk, but you could also be sweet and kind. You may be loud and noisy, but you were humble and quiet when the time called for it. You were strong and independent, yet you had to rely on others to get your bodies back. But most of all...you relied on me when I thought I was useless, you believed in me when I didn't believe in myself and you loved me when I didn't have anything to love myself for. I found that I can describe you with one word Edward Elric, amazing.

Hands: It were your hands that gave me a new leg to stand on, a new arm to use, it was you that even made it possible for me to go on that long journey searching for our bodies. I always thought your hands were amazing, the things you do with them, your work, the automail shop, everything. I trash talked every now and then to make you angry because you work even harder if you set your mind to it and I always liked seeing you so determined. Your hands were there to create things, put them back together, patch them up, just like you patched me up. I loved your hands, because they were soft but calloused, showing how hard you worked in order to get to where you stand now, an accomplished engineer. When you wanted to shoot Scar, I knew you wouldn't have pulled the trigger, even if I hadn't jumped in. Why? Because your hands were meant to create and grant life not destroy and take it away.

Panda: It had been the first thing I noticed about her, well, aside from her cute pigtails and her beautiful eyes. It was the little panda on her shoulder, I've never seen one before and when the little guy jumped on me and bit my finger, I laughed. After learning her name was Xiao Mei, I liked her even more. She seemed very protective of you, so I tried respecting her wishes and keeping my distance, but you always pulled me back and made sure you hugged me at least four times a day. But I didn't mind, not at all. But after I saved your life, I think Xiao Mei started to like me too. And we became friends. Then, after I clumsily confessed and asked for your hand in marriage, Xiao Mei started crying in happiness and I never knew little pandas could grin so brightly.

Brat: He only saw her as a smart but annoying little brat that was always worried and head over heels over the tin can. His opinion of her changed when, while clumsily and angrily trying to tend to his slow healing injuries after the battle, she had shyly come to him and stumbled over her words on helping him and not accepting a 'no' for an answer. He had let her, reluctantly, all the while arguing with Ling how Greed was supposed to be 'nicer' to her and not call her 'brat'. Greed ignored the prince and while watching how she healed him with her admittedly impressive Alkahestry alchemy, Greed found a special soft spot for the Xingese girl. He always blamed it on Ling, but after he nearly beat up a guy to a pulp who tried molesting her on the street and her overwhelming him with her surprising strength, he found himself smiling at her death hugs and not minding them as much as he used to. But he still called her brat.

Enemy: She didn't know what to think of him at first, she was furious at herself for disappointing her Lord and forcing him into a situation that could have been potentially life threatening for him, accepting the Homunculus into his body. She had been devastated, blamed herself for the catastrophe and opted to simply ignore the powerful, evil chi residing within her master, next to his own, nearly untainted powerful chi. But at the battle with Gluttony when her automail had started to malfunction, it hadn't been her Lord that had saved her. She had known her Lord's intentions were well meaning and she recognized his body, but she never saw him move so fast to take that attack for her, blocking it with a nearly indestructible shield the Homunculus within him covered himself with. And when he turned his head to look at her, it weren't the gentle, kind eyes of her Lord that greeted her but the angry violet ones of the Homunculus Greed. She had thought the anger to be directed at her, but she was mistaken when he released a battle cry and moved into action by overwhelming Gluttony with a vicious series of punches and kicks. Since then, she was starting to think "enemy may be the wrong term to label him as...

Thief: You weren't the nice, sweet man I thought you were. No, you were a thief, a stupid, handsome, cute thief that stole my heart before I even knew about it! You stole it without my permission! With affections and gifts, with your cute laughs and bright smiles, with your innocent aura and your mature thinking, with your vast intelligence and thirst for knowledge and...with your beautiful gold eyes...You were the thief that stole my heart and I was just the victim who fell in love with every step of the way.

Falling: I thought I was falling every time you crossed my mind. Why don't you join me on an adventure Win? It'll be fun, come on! I felt dizzy whenever you showed me that bright grin of yours that spelled trouble whenever you wrecked my automail. Uhm...I'm sorry Winry, it happened while I tried protecting a village from some insane alchemist that tried searching for a supposed 'jewel'. You stole my breath whenever your gaze would soften and you would look at me in that stupid way that made me feel funny. His smile was soft, his eyes warm and far too open, "Win..." You made my knees feel weak whenever you would kiss my forehead before you left with the promise of coming back. Wait up for me with some freshly baked apple pie alright? I promise I'll get you something for your shop! I never realized, but whenever I thought I was falling...you were always holding my hand. And suddenly, I felt safe. Oh Ed...

Glass: Glass was fragile, but it was smooth and shone in the sunlight. You can see your reflection in it too. But glass can also break, shatter into a thousands of pieces that turn into lethally sharp shards that hurt you when you attempt to pick up the pieces. People were like that too. Humans were fragile, but they were also strong, determined to draw strength from the feelings of their loved ones. Humans shone proudly when they release a triumphant yell from a successful victory. When you smile at them, they smile back at you. But words can break them, actions can break them, other humans can shatter them. But unlike glass, sometimes, it's impossible to pick up the broken pieces and instead of cutting yourself, you try in vain to pick them up, because their weight is equivalent to the burden each and every broken shard had. The shard, a piece of the once proud human, was broken. And so Truth deduced, humans were beautiful, beautiful creatures that had potential to achieve great things, and yet, they were doomed to destroy themselves or each-other with every new generation that greeted the broad of daylight.

Fists: When they were training, they didn't need words. They sparred, each time being heavier and longer than the last, each time they had to offer new moves and new strength that burned a fire in their hearts and forced them to keep moving forward. They may suffer, bruises, they may suffer defeats, but at the end of each sparring session, that fist bump they always did together signalized the beginning of a new training session. Of a new opportunity to test their skills and surpass their former selves in order to grow stronger. A new beginning. And a new way to fulfilling their dreams.

Euthanasia: Roy smiled, blood trickling slowly from his mouth and when he opened his mouth to say something, he coughed out another mouthful of blood rising up his throat. His eyes turned hazy, his vision unfocused. He was losing time. With a firm grip, a strength he didn't know he still possessed in his weak, battle worn body, he gripped Riza's hand tightly. The look in his eyes said it all, they never needed any words to understand each-other. But Riza's eyes told of insecurity, indecisiveness and fear. He understood, he always did. She knew she had to, but she didn't want to do it. She knew it would end his suffering but she had a fierce hope that, if Mei arrived any time now, they could still save him. But the look in his eyes said it all. He knew he would die. And Riza did too. But she still clung to the last shreds of hope that there was a way he could be saved. And yet, as she, with a trembling hand, picked up her gun and slowly moved it up his body, her resolve was breaking and he saw it in her eyes. With a shaking hand himself, he placed it upon her own, on the gun, and released the safe, aiming it at his head, in between his eyes. Tears streamed down her brown eyes, speaking of love, of devotion, of fear. But he smiled, amidst the blood, he smiled, for her, for himself, for them both. With a firm glare that spoke volumes of his feelings, he silently ordered her not to take her own life once his was finished. That was when he pulled the trigger. The gun fell to the ground, his hand fell limply at his bleeding chest as her tears streamed down his hand and mixed with the blood. She used a gun in order to not feel how she had to kill her victims, but this time, she felt it pierce her heart. The price she paid was insignificant to her as she raised the gun to her head and pulled on the trigger. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Roy had emptied out all the available spaces. The bullet she had shot him with had been the last one.

Team: "Why don't you team up with us?" Greed froze, foot stopping just short of landing on the earth outside of the small, abandoned hut. Pictures flashed in his head, memories and he could vaguely register his soul crying out at them. His face was an expression of loneliness, realization and sadness. But when he turned around to look at the Fullmetal kid, he laughed.

Shrek: "Hey Greed," Ling's smiling face was a little too suspicious for his liking. "What?" he rose an eyebrow. The grin stretched over the entirety of Ling's face as he started running away, "SHREK CALLED! HE WANTS HIS FACE AND ASS BACK!" Greed was bolting after the runaway prince within the blink of an eye, ultimate shield claw at the ready, "YOU FORGOT THAT WE SHARE THE SAME ASS STUPID PRINCE! SHREK IS PRETTIER THAN YOU!" Well...Ed supposed that was how they complimented each-other when none of them wanted to show their softer sides...

Studying: Alphonse had been reluctant at the beginning but with a little persuasion from Winry, a little too enthusiastic persuasion from his brother and his own thirst to learn something new, he had decided to study Alkahestry together with Mei, a princess from Xing. It wasn't that he disliked her, he just thought she was...well... "But it's easy! Look! We channel our chi in order to use Alkahestry-" Alphonse threw his hands up in the air, frustrated beyond belief, "What is that stupid chi?! I can't feel it! I can't feel that 'Dragon pulse' at all! How can you channel energy from the ground if you can't feel its presence? Alchemy is based on transmuting matter into a different form, that is logic, that is equivalent exchange. But I can't see the teachings of equivalent exchange applying to Alkahestry. What do you pay for in order to use the chi? There has to be some kind of-" Mei shouted right at his face, Xiao Mei's fangs bared in a threateningly cute manner, "Of course we can feel its flow! Just because certain morons can't doesn't mean we share the same liabilities!" Alphonse leaned forward, "Moron?! Why am I a moron if Alkahestry is just so complicated?!" both threw their arms up in the air and huffed loudly in annoyance, avoiding each-other's gazes. What felt like an eternity passed between them until there was a sudden bright blue light and Mei looked in order to see what happened. Al had transmuted a small origami flower made from one of the papers scattered around. Hesitantly, with a small blush on his cheeks, Alphonse shyly held it out for Mei to take. The princess blinked rapidly, before she slowly took the beautiful piece of art in her small hands, she looked back and forth between the flower and Al, whose blush was growing worse. "...Huh?" Mei tilted her head to the side, confused, cheeks aflame. "W-well, put it on your head...it's supposed to go there anyway," Alphonse pretended not to be affected by her cute eyes, even the panda seemed confused. "And you're calling me a moron..." before Mei could protest, Alphonse had leaned over and his big, warm hands touched her own ones for the briefest of seconds to take the flower from her grasp and gently place it in her hair on the side of her head. When he pulled away and Mei pointedly looked away to pathetically hide her red face, Alphonse smiled brightly, "There, now you look even better than a princess," the innocent grin on his face made her heart melt and she felt like she was flying. Perhaps...these study lessons weren't so bad after all...

Cooking: Greed suspiciously poked the thing with his knife, "...What is this?" he looked in confusion over to Lan Fan, who looked less than pleased that Greed wasn't able to identify her latest dish. "I-It's onigiri!" her blush bright on her cheeks, Lan Fan anxiously bit her lip as Greed hesitantly took a bite from the oval shaped rice ball rolled in seaweed. He chewed on it for a while, then spat it out straight at Ling's face (A/N: separate bodies here) who looked livid at having Greed's spit and food on his face. "What the hell?! There's fish inside! And it's not even cooked!" Ling growled, "Of course not you idiot! It's sushi! Lan Fan, you made a wonderful meal yet again! Thank you!" Ling tilted his head, rice slowly sliding down his face as his grin brightened at his girlfriend, who blushed heavily under the attention. Greed poked Ling with a chopstick he stole from him, "Hey! Eyes on me prince! Stop making goo-goo eyes at Lan Fan!" Ling stuck his tongue out, "Make me!" Greed lunged at the unsuspecting prince, both men falling to the floor and shoving food at each-other. Lan Fan sighed heavily, perhaps spaghetti would do better next time...

Mistake: "You think it was a mistake leaving Winry to go with Scar?" Darius asked with a bit of worry creeping into his voice, face skeptical. Ed waved him off, "Hey, hey, he's on our side remember? Besides, he proved that we can trust him so I'm confident he won't hurt her," Ed smiled, hands in his pockets. Darius shrugged, "If you say so kid..." Ed looked up at the sky, Winry's smiling face in his mind's eye and her earrings gently jiggling in his pocket, " Sometimes...you gotta give people a second chance, even if they did some pretty bad stuff in the past, there's always a time where even they realize how wrong they used to be..."

Choice: As far as he could remember, he never had much of a say in anything. Not his life, not his career or friends. He had been trained from the start to become one of the best, to attain the highest position possible and overpower anyone in his way to reach the top. Training had been vigorous and long, but it paid off in the end. He always did what he was told to do, he stayed loyal and calm and he always did a little more research to stay on the safe side whether in battle or in politics. He never had much of a choice in anything, his life had been predetermined from the start and his end had been set as time passed, when his purpose for living for the day of reckoning would be fulfilled. But there was one thing, one thing, where it was him that chose freely. It wasn't Father that gave him an order, it wasn't Pride that was there lurking in the shadows and commanding his every move, it wasn't Lust either who occasionally reminded him to be smart and not pull the same things as Greed and rebel against them. No, it wasn't any of them. His decision had been made when he had accidentally allowed his anger to show on the surface, back then when he had been a naive, short tempered young man whose pride had been stumped on when a young woman strode up to him and suddenly slapped him across the face. It had been the same spitfire he had met at the marketplace, having gotten first to buying a apple pie she had intended to buy. Instead of rage, like he usually felt when someone behaved with such disrespect towards him, he observed her curiously, cheek red and stinging. She rested her hands on her shapely hips, finger pointed at his face, "Listen and listen well! I'll not stand for that you stole my apple pie from right under my nose! If you think I'll let that slide without a little punishment then you've got another thing coming!" her stance was resolute, her face ferocious, but her eyes were beautiful. He simply asked, "How does dinner sound as compensation?" she had been stunned and thought he was joking at first, but when he repeated his question again, the only thing she did was blush bashfully. "Alright...but you're paying," Wrath had no objections to that, "After you," the woman, as he soon learned, was the only thing he actually chose in his life. And that choice...had been prompted by a slap. And a beautiful smile he quickly got smitten by after.

See: "Sometimes...when your eyes see something your heart can't explain..." Ed stood frozen, rain pouring down on him heavily, body shaking, eyes wide, heart racing, "your whole world suddenly...feels like a illusion...like you're living in a fantasy and nothing that's happening is real..." he was falling, sinking, drowning. He closed his eyes, "Sometimes, you wish you didn't have to see these pictures in your head, but you did anyway. Why you may ask?" gloveless hands ran through dark spiky locks, dark eyes underlined with sleeplessness showed nothing but despair, "Because I'm a murderer,"

Beside you: If your heart wears thin, I'll hold you up... He hugged her, hugged her so tightly he was half afraid he was suffocating her. His body shook, lips trembling, thoughts askew as the possibility of losing Lan Fan kept replaying over and over in his head like a horror movie, he choked, tears pooling in his eyes. A warm hand settled on his cheek, wiping away a tear that was about to slide down his cheek and when he looked down at her, alive, his heart soared, his mind calmed down and he hugged her again, tighter and tighter. His kisses were gentle, loving, telling her he was glad she was safe that she was alive, that he loved her, he didn't need words, he knew. And when she smiled at him and nodded, relief and warmth wrapped around his heart like a safe cocoon and his fears were washed away by the radiance of her smile. And I'll be right beside you...

Give me a sign: Bloodied hands balled into fists, sharp teeth ground against each-other harshly, the ringing in his ears increased, his breathing grew erratic and his pupils dilated. Lan Fan lost her arm helping me search for this! I couldn't face her again if I came home empty handed! His head was spinning. Let go and take care of the old man! Greed grunted at the pain, eyes wide in disbelief. Lan Fan looked away. No...No! Sacrifices are necessary in order to grow and understand reality better but...did it have to be this way? Lan Fan? What are you doing?! No! STOP! Ling screamed. MY LORD! Greed slammed his fist against the ground. Any last words you would like to say? Greed closed his eyes and smiled, "It may not be the world exactly...but I suppose friends do it too..." Ling's eyes opened, tears in them, "I've finally gained immortality and I can't even save one of my subjects!" Greed looked sadly down at Fu's corpse and for the first time, he felt like not even his Philosopher's Stone could heal the broken heart he was suffering from. When Ling woke up, he knew this wasn't reality, "It's not real...I'm...I'm in a strange place..." It all ended, with the last remains of the last Homunculus perishing from the face of the earth. Forever and ever, the scars will remain..

Protect: "I'll be happy if I can protect everyone with my own hands," the sentence from the young in uniform made a smile appear on her face, "I think it's a wonderful dream," his whipped around to look at her, surprised at her answer. He thought she would judge him, just like Berthold had when he told him he was signing up for the military, but she didn't. She...she actually accepted it and even supported his idea. But... "Is it alright to believe in a future where everyone can live in happiness?" he didn't know the answer to that, but he was willing to find out. No matter what it took. "Why did you join the military?" Riza smiled, "Because...there is someone I have to protect," her answer never changed and neither did his dream. His gaze was warm, just as his fingers were, "Will you follow me?" his fingers traced a gentle path to her cheek in a intimate gesture, a smile on his face only reserved for her. Her answer was supported by a loving kiss to his palm, "If that is your wish, even into hell," He smiled and kissed her. Because she was the one he wanted to protect.

Sweetheart: He smiled, his hands in his pockets, "You knew it all along didn't you?" he turned his head to see her smile and he didn't need an answer. He smirked, "Tch...why didn't you just tell me?" he didn't hear anything, nor did he expect to. He sighed, "With you being so quiet, it almost seems like you aren't there. I get it if you're mad, I can be a bit of an asshole at times, but still..." when he turned his head back around to grin at her playfully, he was surprised to see she wasn't there anymore. He was dressed in dark clothing and he saw Ed approaching him, grim looking and equally dressed in black. He looked around, "Huh? Hey kid, Lena was just there, you know where she went? I was just talking to her now," the grim expression on Ed's face darkened. "...Greed...do you know where we are right now?" he nodded toward the back and Greed's eyes widened in realization. His mouth closed, "Yeah..." he swallowed, "That's right...I...she..." Ed clapped him on the shoulder before walking past him, toward the crowd dressed in black, toward the funeral ceremony. Greed looked up at the sky, "Hm...the sky seems just a little bit darker today..." he shoved his hands in his pockets, ignoring the tear that slid down his face and went to attend the funeral of his wife.

My Precious: The weight was warm and welcome in his arms, the little bundle squirming, moving this way and that, little hands and fingers reaching out for anything to hold onto. It found his little finger and his whole small, tiny little hand enclosed around it tightly, tugging on it as if to pull him closer. His heart gave a tug. He couldn't believe how they were able to create something so beautiful together, with his evil nature and all... as if sensing the direction of his thoughts, Lena squeezed his forearm reassuringly, "You'll be the most doting father in the world Greed...I just know it," she giggled, looking exhausted but beautiful all the same. Greed smiled at her and let her lean her head on him, both looking at their newborn child. He whispered quietly, as if afraid of breaking this wonderful moment they were in, "What should we name her?" they were indecisive of a name as of yet... Lena smiled, "Hmm...I can see her being a bit of a spitfire...a bit like her father...a bit like me...no...she will be just as lovely as me.." Greed smirked, nudging her playfully, she giggled, "...What about Emilia?" she looked questioningly at him. Greed grinned toothily, "Great," he kissed her sweaty forehead. She hummed contently, "I just hope she won't be as grouchy as you..." Greed sighed, "And I hope she won't be so mean like you..." Lena giggled and they touched foreheads together. Greed opened his eyes to look at her closed ones and smiled at his daughter, "My precious..." he thought with a smile.

Creation: Whenever Ed would have his moments, he would call it amazing how Winry and him managed to create such a wonderful creature as his son, holding him high in the air for everyone to see and be envious of because he was his son. He would always call it a "alchemical phenomenon" but Winry would always correct him and say it was something called, "Love," Just this once, Ed had to agree with her.

Playing God: "It's nice isn't it Truth? Being the One? God? Truth? Ah, you have so many names I forgot..." Satan grinned roguishly, gold eyes flashing ominously. Truth's grin vanished, "What do you want?" Satan smiled, "The truth," his eyes met his. Truth remained silent, that did not deter Satan, "Tell me, brother, what is the feeling of being worshipped and loved by humanity?" Satan's grin turned cold, "I wouldn't know, because apparently I don't exist, do I?" he circled the white figure, "People believe in you, but they can't see, hear or feel you. People don't believe in me, but I'm everywhere. I'm people's darkest desires, I know all their sins, I know their hearts true desire, I understand them, unlike you, sitting here on his high throne and controlling them like mere puppets. So tell me, God, what do you do for the people? Because I can't see it," Truth smiled, "You say people shouldn't believe in me because they can't see, hear or feel me right? Doesn't that apply to you as well dear Satan? You listed a number of things that aren't you but that may be linked to you. Just as purity, holiness, virtues, beliefs, kindness and hope are likened to me. There is no reason for humans to believe in ancient entities such as us, since they have no solid proof of our existence. But everyone believes in something right? It doesn't have to be a deity, in fact, it can be..." an image of gold eyes, golden hair and a determined grin appeared in his mind's eye, "...a simple human," Truth grinned.

Couch: The couch had many functions, many uses. He can be sat on, laid on, eaten on and he didn't give a damn. But when Edward Elric was forced to sleep on it due to being a jackass according to his wife, it decided to lose a spring feather...which slammed right into his back! God damn it he was growing old! "Stupid couch!" Ed growled, kicking the damned thing. Another spring feather struck his leg and he cursed.

Song: Because songs can cheer someone up when down, because songs can wipe the tears away when there wasn't a physical one present, because songs...inspired her to start dancing with her daughter and son around the living room to the music, laughter echoing in their cozy home. Alphonse smiled, laughing when Mei pulled him into the dancing circle and they all danced together to the sound of the music.

NOTE: This is only... 44-45 "words" pieces, since it would have been too long a chapter to post all 100! The rest will be following! Please review and suggestions are always welcome! :3 I hope you liked it everyone! :)