We Will Become Silhouettes

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Fullmetal Alchemist cast, Story, Lands and such like. I do however own several of the characters (mainly villains x3). Song titles and Lyrics are copyright to their respective owners. Plot in this story however (the parts not meshed with the fullmetal plot) is mine. Yet all of this pale in the face of law…Don't sue me Cookies for you! .

Silent Luminosity: So. I'm finally getting round to this plot that has been sitting in my head for quite a bit. Complete with E Nomine singing in chipmunk voices in the background –Shields self from angry peoples- I love reviews…Yet I'm not sure as to why, but I rather dislike flames. (no offense Roy Mustang –hides- ) I do appreciate critiques though. Be nice as I have no Beta reader (yet –pokes friend-) and I only wish to entertain all thine selves.

By the way- This is a Roy/Ed fic. full of Shonen-ai luff and such like. So if you dislike such topics leave now and don't flame me saying blasphemous things. That would make me sad.

Now I would like to thank m- -is bricked- Sorry… On with the fic.

I wanted to walk through the empty streets

And feel something constant under my feet

But all the news reports recommended that I stay indoors..

Chapter One Fields of Desolation

Desolation. This was the first word that appeared in Edward Elric's min as he gazed outwards to an open field. Golden optics glanced upwards to find foreboding storm clouds rolling across the sky at alarming rates. There was no visible light source to the young alchemist and ideally the surroundings should be plunged into shadows for such conditions. Yet he could see clearly through this barren land, the very grass itself seemed to release an eerie luminosity. Enigma in its own, the conditions perplexed the teen as he noted lack of scent, temperature and the almost complete absence of color. This unnerved him in ways he did not feel accustomed to. Instead of vivid forest colors that marked the boundary of his sight, everything was shadowed with ghastly hues. Almost like even colors were struggling to survive in this desolate area, these fingers of faded color fringed on existence yet his own crimson long coat, golden hair, coal pants and peach skin were vivid against the transparent colors.

"How did I get here?" The alchemist questioned the vacant space around him, running automail fingers through blond tresses, stopping just before his braid. How did he get here? The worried his lower lip between teeth as he thought back, trying to recall what had happened up until now. Truth be told, he was having trouble remembering who faced belonged to in his memory. The Colonel, Alphonse, seemingly all of Central seemed like a far off memory to the teen. He vaguely recalled his own brother's fa-

"Alphonse!" The teen shrieked as realization hit. Tiger optics widened to unbelievable extents. Edward searched his surroundings for the seven foot tall suit of armor, that was his brother.

"Al? Al, answer me Damn it!" Edward cried out willing his legs to move. Soon he was sprinting through the field of desolation. Automail limbs clanking in protest as joints collided during the Alchemist's sudden sprint, "Al!"

"Alphonse," He called wearily as his breath became more irregular. His frantic running stopped upon reaching a weather worn shack. Panting, he observed the foreign building. Dilapidated as it was, it still managed to stand with all four walls. Splintered wood, charred by the looks of it, strained and seized the destruction of the building by pure luck. Warped glass windows were shattered in some areas and completely untouched in others. Evidently the door had been ripped or worn off and was replaced by a simple hand woven grass mat. Enough to keep the weather out, yet temperature wise it was worthless. Luck…Sheer luck held the whole thing together. Like a tower of playing cards, ready to fall at first breath to lick it's feeble edges.

Edwards mind raced as he sought out his brother. Muttering anything blasphemous, he entered the shack after scanning the premises.

"Al!" Ed started, seeing his younger brother. Something was wrong…or right. Right now headaches and confusion made it impossible to discern the correct deduction of the situation. Alphonse stood in center of the room. Short sandy hair fell in the middle of his forehead; everything Ed remembered about him was there, no longer a suit of armor but real flesh and blood. He gave Ed a toothy smile, closing his eyes in the moment making Edward feel so happy himself, so relieved that his brother was a real human body again.

Alphonse's eye opened to reveal green gray irises. Edward could only smile back before approaching his younger brother. He reached out his automail limb to brush unfeeling fingertips against the younger one's shoulder. Yet he never touched. A loud crack sounded and thunder followed soon after releasing its bellowing roar across the field. The sky illuminated and when Edward turned back to Alphonse, he could only release a pained gasp in surprise.

The seven foot armor stood before him, holding out a shaky hand as a bright light took over Alphonse's metal body slowly, starting at the fingertips and continuing. As soon as the light traveled, the area it had previously occupied was gone with no evidence as to where it had gone. This was all too familiar for young Alchemist. Optics widened, he fell to his knees and reached out to his younger brother.

"No…Al, Alphonse!" He started wearily and loudening into a scream by his brother's name was uttered.

"Al! No Al, come back! I'm sorry!" Ed yelled scrambling after the suit as it slowly disintegrated into nothing.

"Brother! Help me…What are you doing! Stop this, Please stop! Brother!" The young voice resonated from within the armor. The accusation left Ed, however in a shock. What was he doing? How was he hurting Al?

"Al?" Ed whispered in confusion, eyes wide and frightened as his brother merely returned his gaze. And with a voice full of resentment and sadness Alphonse uttered his last words before disappearing completely into the air, "Brother, I hate you…"

Edward's eyes widened even more if at all possible, the phrase tearing through his heart and soul.

"Al? Alphonse!" Edward cried, "Alphonse I'm sorry! Al, come back! Please! Give him back! Where did you take him!" The Alchemist screamed to the desolate hut, automatically accusing something, someone, anything, anybody for his brother's disappearance.

"Al! Al! Alphonse, come back! Give Al back!"

"Brother, I'm right here!"

Edward woke with a start, heart pounding and brow slick with sweat. His breathing ragged as he blinked away the fogginess of sleep. Ed found himself no longer in that desolate hut, with Alphonse shaking him to consciousness. Edward gazed up at his younger brother and gave a wavering sigh of relief, leaning his head on the cool metal of Al's chest plate.

"It's alright now brother, I'm right here. It was just a dream okay?" The suit of armor said rubbing Ed's shoulders to ease the adrenaline rush he knew his brother was sure to be having.

"Al…I'm sorry. I, in the dream. You. I, just…" Edward trailed off letting out a heavy breath and leaned further against his brother as a wave of tiredness took over his body.

"It's alright, Ed," Alphonse said soothingly, pushing Edward's head back onto his pillow before pulling away slightly, "It's not even daylight yet, brother. You should get back to sleep. I'm here, so don't worry, 'kay?" Edward nodded in response smiling at his younger brother before covering his mouth as a yawn rolled by.

"Thanks, Al. G'night and see you in the morning," Ed said before falling back into sleep's welcome arms, continuing to sleep for the night in a somewhat peaceful state.

''

"The sun… is too bright to exist," Ed announced as he trod out into the living space of the apartment he and Al shared. They had recently been reassigned to a bigger apartment for reasons unknown to them. They merely accepted the upgrade with no questions needed. It was nice having two rooms and a bathroom as opposed to the cramped quarters that was one room and a bathroom they had recently occupied.

"Oh! Good morning, brother!" Alphonse said looking up from the tome he was currently flipping through. Alphonse chose to ignore Ed's complaints about the morning light, after all he knew his elder brother was not a morning person and just about everything could set the fiery tempered Alchemist into a tantrum of sorts.

"Good morning Al," Came the monotone response as Edward traveled to the small kitchen section of the apartment, complete with a counteresque-Island divider. The suit of armor could only cringe as he heard a pan and metal limbs land in a heap as Edward attempted to move unused pans in search for a small something to nibble on.

"Brother? Are you alright?" Came Al's voice as the armor stood looking down at the pile that was his brother.

"I'm fine Al. And why the hell do we have these pans if they are never going to be used?" Edward exclaimed angrily, rubbing a sore spot on his head whist glaring down upon innocent pots and pans.

"I really don't know, Winry gave them to us though," Alphonse replied stepping onto the tiled flooring to help pick up the heap of cooking utensils.

"She knows that we don't cook! Ever!" Edward grumbled aloud before standing promptly up and stomping from the Kitchen.

"Brother…" Alphonse called after wearily. There was no use in calming a rather temperamental Edward Elric at 8 O'clock in the morning on a Sunday. His thoughts of comebacks to say to the rather irritated Alchemist were interrupted by a rather persistent knocker upon the boys' door.

"I'll get it," Ed stated, still fuming as he trudged over to the door but was halted as Alphonse waved his arms, "hn?"

"No no no no, I'll get it brother!" Alphonse stated sheepishly as he noted his brothers current attire… which was close to nothing. Edward looked down noting he was only in his boxers. He was about to turn on his heel and run towards the sanctity of his room (that he shared with Al, but this is of unimportance currently) but froze as he heard Al's chipper voice greet the visitor.

"Ah, good morning, Colonel Mustang! Please come in," Al said happily. Ed however couldn't move and he started to mentally scream at his legs to move before the Colonel saw him in an indecent way. Yet he was caught wondering 'Why in all levels of Hell would the Colonel Bastard be here?'

"Why thank you, Alphonse. Would Fullmetal happen to be up?" The Colonel asked, sounding a little been lighter than his usual monotone responses. Yet this was clearly for Alphonse's sake. The Colonel glanced over to where the said Fullmetal stood in mid stride, back facing clad in nothing but his undergarments. Edward glanced over his shoulder with the look of doom etched onto his face. Luckily enough his mind won the war over his body and finally automail and flesh had him sprinting to his room. Upon slamming the door, locking and leaning against it Ed was able to release a breath he didn't know he was holding. He thanked the powers that be for the sake of being hidden from the bastard Colonel and his younger brother as a wash of crimson over took his face.

The Colonel store at the portal Edward had just run through and locked himself in. Eyebrow quirked in amusement and a mask of complete mockery played on his face. His lips pulled into a smirk as he gazed upon Alphonse.

"I do believe he is up then. May I wait until he is," Mustang gave a small cough, "Decent?"

"Of course," Alphonse responded pulling out a chair, indicating for the general to sit and the look of realization dawned upon the helmet of the young boy, "I'll go to the cafeteria and bring back a few things for Ed and you, that is if you would like anything, Mustang," Al said, finger posed in the 'Eureka' pose. The Colonel merely nodded.

"That would be muchly appreciated, thank you," The Colonel said watching the younger Elric bow before what seemed like trotting off towards the cafeteria. As soon as the Hallway door clicked shut, Ed emerged from his room, this time fully composed and clad in his usual wear. Black top and pants with his red long coat. Why he would wear the latter inside was beyond Roy, yet then again he gave up asking questions about Ed's 'ways' as it were long ago. Instead he settled to rain all sorts of torment upon the short teen.

"Hm? Where's Al?" Came the questioning voice of Edward as he looked about the room for his brother.

"He went down to retrieve food. Ah, finally dressed I see, shrimp?" The Colonel mused, closing his eyes and resting his chin upon a gloved hand waiting for Ed's comeback to ensue.

"Oh," Edward exclaimed taking a seat opposite of the Colonel and sighed. It was then that reality hit. And here Roy was, disappointed from the lack of response to his taunt.

"What the HELL do you think you're doing, Colonel Bastard!" Edward yelled, extenuating the used nickname for Mustang, "Waltzing in here at ungodly hours of the morning, and on my day off none the less!" Ed continued, "And who are you calling so small that even a speck of dust could crush?" At this point the fiery alchemist's equally gloved hand was pointing to the Colonel, not three inches away from his nose, foot placed on the table nonchalantly.

"Calm, Fullmetal, I don't exactly see this visit as a nice Sunday stroll. And to inform the uninformed it is currently 9 O'clock," The Colonel said, lifting his chin from his hand. Terrorize the Fullmetal Shrimp- Checked off on his list of things to do this day.

"What the hell do you want, Mustang," Edward said, glaring at the older man with anything and everything but kindness. Truly an unhappy Elric he was. The Colonel took note of this before clearing his throat.

"A message, from the Furher himself," Mustang started, "A promotion of sorts,"

"Just spit it out, Bastard," Edward said glaring at Mustang.

"You are to come with me on a mission. And before you start yelling at me, I had nothing to do with it. In fact I would prefer that you catch a terminal illness where you stand so that you will not get in my way," The Colonel teased, smirking as he saw the expressions flit across Edward's face. First a look of pure horror at the thought of working alongside with the Colonel he so hated, this expression melted to a look of utter loathing.

"Yeah right Colonel Bastard! I'll prove that I won't get in your way, You'll be getting in my way!" Edward scrambled, coming up with a comeback that even made him cringe at its unoriginality and juvenile view. An attempt at best to save hurt pride.

"That's right!" The Colonel said as a taunting snap with his non-gloved hand as he mocked realization, "You're so small, it won't matter,"

That.Was.It! Edward jumped from his seat lunging at the Colonel aiming to strangle Mustang. Yet Ed only succeeded in tripping over the leg of his own chair and sent Colonel and himself tumbling onto the ground.

"I'm back!" Alphonse exclaimed holding a small plate of what appeared to be cinnamon buns,

The Colonel had manage to fight his way out from under Ed's wrath, ignition gloved hand poised to snap in front of the blonde's face. Whist Ed's hands were clenched about the Colonel's throat, though not squeezing enough to kill the man. This was normal in the Day of Alphonse Elric, yet the not so usual thing was that Ed was pinned underneath the Colonel. Both faces turned to gaze at Alphonse. Utterly embarrassed

"Um, Sweet Rolls any...one?"

And we'll become,

Silhouettes when our bodies finally go

Author's Notes: Well, here is chapter one! Liked it, hated it, want the next chapter? Review! I will not, I repeat I will not update the next chapter until I receive at least a few reviews. Please, I would love to know where I am doing something wrong so that I can make reading more enjoyable for my readers.

And for next chapter, there will be a little bit more action and the dream will come into play. Do no fear! Also your favorite characters are coming! Just, be patient.

Thank you 3 –Silent Luminosity