It's just something I wrote cause it wouldn't go away! I write lots of oneshots only cause they float in my head till the wee hours of the morning unless I get them typed. And I don't care if you like it or not. I'm not sure I do...

I don't own FMA (yes I'm too lazy to type the whole thing)

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Once Upon a Rainy Day

-By Mia

Edward Elric was gone. So many mourned his death. No one really knew what happened to him. According to his brother, Edward had perished after attempting to save someone's life but alchemy went wrong. That was the story told to the public anyway. The military held a large funeral in his honour. Many people visit his tomb today and read the inscription engraved: Here finally rests Edward Elric the Fullmetal Alchemist who's incredible will has touched us all.

I don't know why I'm here, soaked to my bones standing in front of someone I never met. I'm cold and dirty but I'm here. Strange how sometimes our feet guide us to the place we least expect them to. I've been standing here for who knows how long waiting for... something. I'm not sure what yet. It will come to me. It usually does.

So I sit down in the mud leaning my back against the stone and listening to the rain. Some people would find me crazy. I'm disturbing the peace by sitting on a grave but I don't care. I can just hear my mother now:

"Luna get your butt off that man's grave and you apologize right now!"

My mother's some piece of work. It's not like Elric's remains are ACTUALLY buried here. It was an empty casket. People are so touchy sometimes... It drives me crazy. Then again I must do the same thing to them. Teenagers! I shake my head from side to side in mock seriousness. My wet hair whips around and sticks to my face when I do that. I'm too lazy to wipe it away though.

I wonder what kind of person Edward Elric was. He was a teen, after all, when he died. They say he had a short temper and was kind of arrogant. The dog of the military. My uncle Ben knows somebody who's met him. Ben says the guy was really short and very sensitive about it. He'd flame up as soon as you even hinted he was short. The stuff people say make him sound like an ass. But somehow I know there's more too him then what people say. After all, how could he have done so many good things for the people if he was just some ass? And he die trying to save someone. Doesn't that sound at least a little noble? I mean, how many people would give their lives for someone else? Not many that's for sure! I'm not even sure I'd do it myself. I just wish I'd met this guy. I guess I missed my chance.

The rain's stopped by now and I think I'm coming down with something so I get up to leave. I rinse out a bit of water out of my cloak before standing in front of the stone again.

"To a misunderstood man" I say loudly as if I was toasting someone at their wedding. So I walk away my shoes squishing beneath my feet. This time though I'm leading them and not the other way around. I want to be sure to get home on time. There's a man walking into cemetery just as I leave. I bumped into his shoulder by accident. His braided blonde hair swung to one side. I guess I should look up more often. I murmured sorry and he smiled back at me.

"It's no problem." He answered back looking at me with his golden eyes. He's quite a handsome guy I can tell you. He walked away his hands in his pockets leaving me standing staring at the red coat whirling behind him. Then I remembered being home late. So I ran.

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Anyway pull your own conclusions from the story's ending and please (see Jill I'm being polite) review. It would make me very very happy...