Author's Note: Hey guys! Recognize this piece of literature? Remember who wrote it? Why, yes! It was me! It's KingslyGrave, ya'll, and I've got a new account! Due to unforeseen (and nameless) circumstances, I have re-created a new account and will be posting ALL my stories and any other chapters/updates from HERE! So don't bother to keep looking for story updates from KingslyGrave - keep an eye out for CitrusMarshmallow!

Anyway, here is one of my more popular stories, From The Ashes Of My Heart (previously named Gomen, Ed)!

Edward Elric had nothing to live for now. All the twenty-one year old knew was pain. At just the young age of three, his father left them. And at eleven, he lost his mother to disease. The only one he had left for all those years was Alphonse. His gentle younger brother, always rational and kind, never showed signs of such insecurities. But now, standing in the rain before a tombstone he had prayed he would never have to see, he was sure that Al had been suffering much more than he, as his elder brother, could ever have known.

"I'm sorry about Alphonse." Came a low voice that was undoubtedly Colonel Roy Mustang's. Edward Elric stole a glance over his shoulder and shrugged.

"I should have been able to to tell that he was...upset." Edward managed with a shaky voice. It was hard enough to have to stand before Al's grave, he didn't need to be humiliated by crying in front of his superior too.

"Al didn't think he needed help. He didn't want to worry you. Or any of us, for that matter." Mustang said in a gentle, consoling voice. Ed grit his teeth and shook his head.

"I failed him." He whispered. "Al needed me, more than anyone, and even if he didn't tell me face-to-face, I should have been able to--"

"Ed it isn't--" Mustang began. Edward growled, turned around and brandished a small piece of paper from his coat pocket.

"Look at it!" Edward yelled. Mustang, for the first time in his life, was a little afraid of his shorter subordinate. Regardless, the Colonel took the paper in his hand and saw that the handwriting was Al's. Scrawled on it were the simple words, "I'm sorry. Love, Al." His face conveyed shock as he handed the paper back to Ed, who snatched it and stuffed it back into his pocket.

"When did he write that?"

"The night he died."

Roy was speechless and all he could do was watch as Edward fumbled with a lighter that he had taken out of his pocket. Ed didn't smoke, though. Not concerning himself with how the blonde had attained a lighter, he asked another question.

"Where did you find--"

"On his bed."

"Then how--"

"I knew he was in the house." Ed said, his voice low. "And when I came home, I found that and looked in every room until I came to the bathroom..." His voice trailed off but Mustang didn't need any further explanation to know what Edward found upon opening the bathroom door. He lowered his ebony-haired head.

"I'm terribly sorry, Edward."

"Save it." The blonde retorted as he walked passed the Colonel. "There's nothing you can do."

"Envy."

Violet eyes rolled upwards to see a rather disheveled-looking Greed. The shape-shifting Sin cocked up a dark brow.

"Just roll outta bed, sleepy-head?" Envy said in a mocking tone. The bespectacled man sneered at him.

"Just got back in from Central, actually."

"Then why are you here? Since when did you ever care to come to me just to chat? If you want to start a fight then--"

"Alphonse Elric is dead."

Envy stopped in mid-sentence and let his jaw drop. The other Sins that were in the room turned their heads to stare at Greed. He peered around the room for a moment, obviously enjoying the attention, and then stared back down at the shocked-into-silence Envy.

"He apparently committed suicide just three days ago." He continued. "No one really knows why, but Ed is taking it really hard."

"Why were you in Central?" Lust questioned from her spot in the lounge chair across the room. Greed shrugged.

"Just stopped by for a visit. Unfinished business, really." Greed answered dismissively. Lust scowled behind him before she busied herself with the book that rested in her lap.

"I hadn't seen the Fullmetal Shorty so depressed before." Greed continued, smirking. Envy seemed to have recovered and smiled back at Greed and shrugged.

"What made the great and big-headed Ultimate Shield want to come and tell me this?"

Greed scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I figured you'd care the most."

"Why would I care at all about that brat?"

"Well, seeing as he's your half-brother and everything..."

Envy narrowed his eyes at the Sin standing before him and hissed, "I have no relation to him."

"Oh, no? Why don't you tell Dante and Hohenheim that--"

BAM!

Greed now lay sprawled on the floor, his glasses thrown across the room. He looked up at Envy, the one who had struck him, and smirked. "Did I say something wrong?"

Envy, too angry to respond, kicked Greed in the side once more before stepping over him and leaving the room. Just before he left, however, he heard Lust call out to him.

"Envy, where are you going?"

The Sin stopped, looked over his shoulder, and smirked. "I can't let my little brother suffer alone, now can I?"