Ya chapter two. The last chapter. Hope you like it.

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Funeral

Silence and tears filled the cemetery as the people watched their hero being put to rest. His death known to many and their sorrow was felt by all. He had touched so many lives and done so much for so many never really asking for anything in return. Though Edward had lived by the law of equivalent exchange he had never forced the belief onto anyone else. By the time he had left them they had all cone to accept it on their own. He had given them something so it was only fair that they give him something in return. He never turned their gifts down either no matter how small and un equivalent they were. Edward was a hero to many people. To those he loved, his friends, and even some he had merely talked to a couple of times.

Winry and Pinako Rockbell stood silently tears running down both their faces as they watched. Both Edward and Alphonse had been family. They had stood with each other for a long time. It didn’t matter to them what was happening. They had always been there to help the boys in any way possible. Though more often than not they had been able to do very little. Edward had never told them how much he had preheated their help and that was only because he had never had to. His eyes always spoke truer words than he did. Their last names didn’t matter and they never would. Winry had lost her brothers and Pinako two of her grandchildren and nothing could ever change that.

Scieszka sobbed from her place on the ground. Her knees having gave out not long after the funeral started. She had been to see Edward and had thought that he’d be alright. She had thought that he’s get better in a couple of weeks and be back on his feet working again. She’d been wrong and she hated being wrong. Looking back now though she couldn’t figure out how she had missed it. The deep look of sadness and loss that had lived in his eyes while he was awake. She had been planning on taking him a few good books to read to pass the time the next day but now they sat on her reading desk at home stained with tears. She was a genus. How could she not have known? She had herd someone sating that Edward death was probably for the better. But how could it be?

Izumi stood silent Sig and Mason behind her. They had received word from a very distraught Winry about Edward’s death and had barley made it to Central in time for the funeral. Izumi stood her mind screaming at her to cry or to do anything. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t bring herself to cry. She had failed her students twice now. She had failed when they had needed her the most. Her stupid students who seemed to think that they could play god. The stupid students she loved more than anything else. Had she been there she might have been able to help. If she had been there looking after her students like any good teacher should then maybe Alphonse wouldn’t have faded away. And if he hadn’t faded then maybe Edward wouldn’t of felt the need to take his own life because he couldn’t do his job as a big brother and protect the younger. Izumi cried as she felt Sig pull her into a strong but gentle hug. Maybe it was better this way. Because she knew that had he not taken his own life this way he would have tried the forbidden again.

Scar stood hidden in the shadows of a Weeping Willow. He didn’t even know why he had come. He just had. So many people were weeping for the fallen State Alchemist. No. For the fallen child that had touched their lives in so many different ways. After all in the end that’s what Edward Elric was. A child. A child who had lost everything the same way he had. He’d lost his brother and his home. Edward Elric wasn’t like the State Alchemists that had attacked his homeland and killed so many of his people. The Fullmetal Alchemist had never sold his soul to gain power he didn’t need. He had sold his freedom for the power to help his little brother get back into his rightful body and had failed to do so. So in a sense Edward’s death had been with reason. If he couldn’t be with the little brother he loved so much in life than he would be in death.

Russell sighed as he held the crying Fletcher close. Word spread fast. Even to a no account little place like Xenotime. Russell hadn’t wanted to come but Fletcher had and he wasn’t going to let his little brother travel so far alone. He hadn’t wanted to come say god-bye to Edward because he knew deep down that he was saying good-bye to the one person he really wanted to be like. It was corny looking up to someone you had to look down to see. Edward was everything he wanted to be. Strong, talented, and a good older brother. When it came to comparing the two of them as older brothers Edward had him beat hands down. Even Alphonse would have been a good older brother. The boy had learned from the best after all. Russell knew that despite the way Edward usually acted he was one of the most kind hearted people you would ever meat. Russell sighed as he held Fletcher tighter in his arms and he started to cry as well.

Rose stood tall and silent tears threatening to start at any moment. She wouldn’t no couldn’t let them fall. He had taught he how to be strong and she was going to be. She was going to be strong because he hadn’t been able to. In the end he had lived up to the name he had set for himself. He was a fallen Icuris. It made no since. He had told her to stand up and keep walking after she had thought she’d lost everything dear. And yet when he lost everything he given up and took the simple road. She had herd the people talking. The that were saying it was for the best. Well they were wrong because the man she had started to love had never been a coward. Killing himself hadn’t been the best for her and it would never be.

Armstrong sobbed openly not even trying to hide his tears. It had been to much to suddenly. Between the ongoing battles between military personal and trying to help the boys when and how ever he could. He had done everything he could to help. The news had shocked him. All the news had. Though most of it he had learned through Mustang. Hearing that Alphonse was gone had been bad enough. He had liked the quiet boy very much. Then he had herd about Edwards condition. He had gone to the hospital the very next day with Scieszka and Hawkeye. He had almost started crying when he had laid eyes on Edward. The strong spirited boy he had known was gone. And in his place was a child who was losing everything around him. It killed him he should have been able to help Huges had been able to before he had been killed. Armstrong took a calming breath and looked over at Mustang and his men.

Mustang’s head was hung low and the brim of his hat covered his eyes hiding all emotion. He had been to late by only a moment. It was shameful that he hadn’t been able to beat a drugged teenager who had to walk. He had been running all out and he hadn’t made it. He had failed and let another one of his comrades die. He could see his other men out of the corners of his eyes. They had all cried when he had told them. Even Hawkeye’s stony mask had broken and she had shed tears. Though sorrow had turned to rage when he told them the bit of news that not even the doctor had told him until after Edward’s death. His death had been a good thing swift and painless compared to the one he would have had.

Edward had been dieing anyway. His wound had been infected so much so that the only thing they were able to do for him was put his on a steadily increasing amount of painkillers so he wouldn’t suffer any more than he had too. The doctor hadn’t told anyone about it on Edward’s request. And Mustang had cried both that night on the roof and in the doctors office after he had been told. Edward’s death had been a good thing. It had saved him weeks of suffering from the effects that would come. He had taken his own life to end it quickly and as painlessly as possible. The people talking were right Edward’s death had been for the best.

The sound of laughing broke the sound the crying. Many people looked shocked and furious. At the very back of the crowd stood one Frank Archer. He was laughing his ass off and shaking his head like he’d just herd the world’s funniest joke. Archer’s eyes met Mustang’s as he Havoc and Hawkeye walked toward him. “You know Mustang they should have demoted him. Committing suicide is only a good thing in war and even then its only good it you take a bunch of enemy’s with you.” Archer stopped laughing as Mustang pulled back a fist to hit him. Only to have someone else beat him to it. A woman with long black hair in many braids placed both hands on her hips and growled in a very Edward like way.

“I’d shut up if I were you. You have no idea what happened to him or to his brother. My stupid student may have taken his life but he had a good enough reason to.” Mustang looked on in shock at the woman in front of him. So this was the Elric’s teacher. The only person he knew that Edward and Alphonse had feared with good reason. She was nothing he had imagined her to be. He could hear Havoc behind him trying not to laugh. It was funny once he thought about it. Archer had just been decked by a very angry woman with a husband the size of Armstrong.

Izumi turned and looked at the dark haired man who had almost hit the man on the ground with a bloody nose. “It’s a pleasure to meet you mam. I’m Roy Mustang and I was your stupid students boss.” Mustang looked at Izumi and offered her his hand. Izumi snorted and turned away. This was the only time she would never deck the man. He had been given enough trouble already. Mustang stood silent and watched Izumi’s back. She had refused to shake his hand. She had a good reason. She had lost both her boys to the military and was never getting them back.

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Ya probably sucked but oh well please R&R