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After writing some oneshots (which actually came out good, especially Rain), I'm finally back to update my fic.

Un-named!Minor Character death. Mmmhmm.

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She had sworn to herself again and again not to get her hopes up. Because it was possible Major Armstrong wouldn't come in saying they'd found Ed, or Al. And she swore to herself not to think of the worse. Not to think of what other news the Major could bring…

But to be truthful, the last thing Winry expected was to get a visit from the Colonel. The Colonel, in a wheelchair, with that same sort of regretfully hopelessness she once saw Ed with.

Maybe that's why she begins to guess why he's here. She turned away to prep the surgery table in the other room, she heard her grandmother speaking.

"I- We- I didn't expect to see you again…" Because she doesn't know what else to say.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Pinako," Obviously, he was avoiding the subject she just brought up, "My friend here needs automail."

There was silence. Winry wondered briefly what was happening, but it was answered by the clop of Granny Pinako's shoes against the wooden floor, the creak of the door, and a brief shout of, "Winry, we'll need a left arm and a right leg. Get to it."

Winry tried not to cry as she remembered hearing almost the exactly same thing so long ago.

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He didn't remember much of what went on before the surgery. He remembered small bits and pieces. Armstrong talking to the older woman. And that young girl, (Fullmetal's mechanic?), that glare she gave- was it even a glare? Or was it more of a 'you should have known better' look? She could've known. She had known Fullmetal pretty well-

Then there was the pain. How did Fullmetal get through this? It was, it was-

It wasn't as bad as the pain from the transmutation. That's how.

And then he remembers being awake, feeling more weight on his legs and arms than he should. But then he realized it's because of the-

The older woman- what's her name? Pinako? - sets some equipment down, and looks at him. "Rehabilitation's gonna take at least three years." She said.

He gave a viciously determined smile. "You underestimate me."

And he briefly wondered if he overestimated himself.

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And he briefly wondered how Fullmetal did it in only a year- but he could do it, right?

Because he had to find his sin.

Because he has to make sure she doesn't became a murderer.

He could never bare the guilt of that.

But was it too late?

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They never let her leave. It was always Pride who went out on missions. Missions to kill someone. Oh yes, she knew, because Lust remembered enough to know that blood usually meant death.

But as she was cooped up, she learned. She found out about who lead the 'Homunculi'. (She quickly learned that was what they were called. It wasn't until later she learned what they were.)

But then the leader died. And the fight for leadership became a civil war. Envy's age and knowledge against Wrath's leadership skills and experience. Sloth had always been on Wrath's side, and Gluttony couldn't stand Envy's tormenting, so he sided with Wrath.

Pride and Lust sided with Envy.

Lust had learned early that Pride was the only one who seemed to care about her. She had a feeling it had to do with the memories, and she knew they had been linked, not as enemies, and it seemed he sympathized with her. So, Lust followed Pride in any way she could.

Once, when everyone else was gone off doing something, and they were the only ones in the house, she asked him why he sided with Envy.

"Because he's my brother." And that was it. Then she remembered family ties, and how they worked. They came in those blinding, flashing images that seemed to rise up like trapped bubbles from underwater.

Then, she asked him why the memories came.

Pride was silent for a moment, as if pondering the easiest way to say it.

"We're not human," he finally said, "We're homunculi. We're born when an Alchemist tries Human Transmutation. Usually to bring someone back to life." He paused.

The clock ticked away minutes before Pride spoke again.

"Those of the memories of the person the alchemist brought back. The more you remember, the more you want to be human."

Lust paused to consider that. "But then," she began, "Why do we want to be human?"

It was then that Envy came in, and stopped the conversation, before Lust could get her answer.

But it wasn't long after then that for once she was allowed to go outside. Envy had come to 'room', and leaned against the doorway as he spoke.

"We're going on a mission, and you're coming. Aren't you excited to finally kill something?" he said, wearing his normal, vicious smile. Lust barely had time to blink before he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her along.

Eventually, once they were nearly at the house's door, Envy let go. But Pride threw a coat at her, and Lust fumbled for a minute as she struggled to put it on and walk.

Envy glanced back at her and said, "We're going to deal with a traitor to the military. You'll probably get shot. Just do what we say, okay?" Without giving her time to reply, he set off at a faster pace.

They slipped quickly through the backstreets of central, seemingly unnoticed by locals. It didn't take long for the houses to turn to warehouses, and the sky to darken. And for the first time as a homunculus, Lust felt rain. It fell on her hair, then her all-too-pale skin. And it kept raining, hard, and the other two didn't really noticed the way she looked around franticly, because this was beginning to look all too familiar.

It wasn't long until they reach the Unmarked Warehouse. Lust clenched her as she tried to keep the memories back, and Pride gives her a glance. Because, she remembered suddenly, he was there. And despite Lust's pace drastically slowing, Envy kept his pace. And they enter the same way; through the gash in the side. As they entered, the ragged edges of metal clung to Lust's hair, tearing out a good chunk and holding it. She barely noticed.

Envy waved his hand at Pride, and the two went separately. Lust followed Pride, half by instinct; half because she doubted Envy needed help.

Envy had pulled to a remote corner, which is all too familiar for Lust that she doesn't even try to block out the memories, while Pride leads her to the center of the warehouse. Memories and reality mixed together then, and she fell to her knees at the intensity of them.

Yes. She heard gunshots then, but this time Envy's cackling with them. The drumming of rain of the tin roof rings out the same. And the thick, cloying smell of blood is the same. And she looks to where she knows it will be, and it's there. Nothing more than a large red stain on the ground, but she knows it was a puddle then. She was so cold, but she was always cold as a Homunculus.

But Pride pulled her to her feet, just as someone in a blue outfit comes from the dark. (That outfit was too familiar; she knew she'd worn it before. And she'd seen it stained red before). He was covered in blood, and he only scuttled away from the direction Envy had come. Pride raised his arm, slowly, turning to follow him. Finally, he flicked his wrist, and the Homunculi's victim froze.

And just as suddenly as his stop, he was been speared through the chest. (And she knows what that feels like) As he fell, the green-hair form of Envy, standing behind him, came into view. His arm, in the shape of some sort of speak, was covered with blood. (She had seen enough before, why does she have to see more?)

There was a gasp from somewhere behind Pride, and all three turned quickly to see only blue-clad "traitor". He scuttled towards Lust, narrowly escaping Pride's paralyzing grip.

The youngest homunculi knew she had to do something. She step sided slightly, and the slight splash of a puddle triggered something. She instinctively bent down, dipping the tips of her fingers into the shallow puddle. It began to bubble slightly, just as she had wanted it to. When their victim came hurtling towards her, Lust swung her leg around to trip him. He went sprawling into the tainted puddle, face-first.

Pride and Envy exchanged glances, then looked to Lust. But sure enough, there was a scream of agony, and a sizzle of burning flesh. Envy gave a maniacal, stepping from the darkness towards Lust.

"Well, in that case, you'll be useful!" he cackled, ruffling Lust's hair slightly. Their victim came to his feet, finally, face and hands nearly eaten to the bone. His blue outfit was quickly dissolving, staining the tainted puddle.

Envy gave a 'tsk', and drove his spear-arm through him. As the last of the Homunculi's victim fell to the ground, the acid continued to rip through him.

"Soon they'll be nothing left," Envy hissed merrily, "So let's go." The two older homunculi turned away, but Lust stay. She stayed, looking to her quickly disappearing victim. Then, she looked to the dried puddle of blood. Her blood.

Be killed by homunculi, She thought, Kill as a homunculi.

She finally turned away, finding only Pride left waiting. She quickly caught up to him, and asked,

"Why do we want to be human?"

Silence. Time was measured only by the falling rain on the roof of the warehouse.

"Because Homunculi aren't suppose to feel anything. No guilt, no happiness, no love." He looked away, and then turned to leave.

Before she left the warehouse, Lust ran her hands along the edges of the tear in the side. Her blood clung to the metal, leaving a sign for anyone never to enter.

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That last line did just not want to be written. Or Mr.Unnamed!Minor Character's death.

Thanks to Taiin Sukonku, who helped me think of Pride's power-thing.

Mmm. Not much to say.

R&R!

Luna Ligerstripe