Disclaimer: I don't own any part of FMA, so please don't sue me!

Kiara's disclaimer: I don't fking own ANYTHING! I don't even own the computer on which this was typed! If I owned FMA, do you think I would waste my time with fanfics! AND NO FLAMES! ELSE YOU SHALL TASTE MY WRATH! (She has issues)

Fool

The air here is dark and cold, and smells of internal decay; I blend in perfectly. This dusty ruin is my birthplace, and it's a reflection of me: blood-stained and ravaged, it has long since lost its soul.

I'll say it out loud: I have no soul. This may not make much sense to you. It doesn't even make sense to me. All I know is this: I exist, but I shouldn't. I am the product of a foolish desire, of his folly. In trying to revive me, he lost his life… Now he is dead, and will be forever still, while I am dead and will be forever in motion. It could be called "equivalent exchange": he gave his loneliness to me.

In lust there is no love. If this is true, why do I love him? How is it that I remember everything about him, every touch and kiss we shared? I shouldn't exist, much less love, much less remember. Maybe it's a punishment for playing God… But then, why should I have to pay? As I walk through the wreckage of the once-proud Ishbal, I push these queries aside. Only fools ask questions they cannot answer.

I stop at a river. Its clear, rippling surface seems out of place in this wasted area. I stare into the reflective waters; a pale, violet-eyed face, framed by the blackest of black hair, stares back. My skin was once dark… Now it is like that of a ghost. Except I'm not a ghost. I am the shell of a person, someone who once was, and now can never be. Yet I am.

I stop my musing and rise. Only fools ask questions they cannot answer. But then, maybe I'm just a fool. That explains my lack of acceptance, at the very least. Like the human I so badly desire to be, I suppose I am just a stupid fool. I decide to allow myself to muse some more.

Walking farther and farther away the ruin that is my birth- and deathplace, I come to a conclusion. It seems obvious, yes; however, I still cannot make any sense of it. What I thought was this:

I am alive, but I am dead. I exist, but am I soulless, purposeless. Neither ghost nor human, I am merely sin personified.

And so enlightened, I walk on.

A/N: You guys like it? This is my first FMA fic, so be nice! Constructive criticism, okay? No flames, kudasai! (Plus, Kiara'll kill you if you flame…)