TimeShifter: Winry tends to be more emotional while Ed's a bit more logical. He realizes things, but he's thinking more about protecting his loved ones' feelings and lives. I hope to rescue opinions on Calvin and Cybil, but I am holding back their history for the time being. Ken and Isovar are awesome; aren't they? I can only hope my reunion scenes live up to your expectations, but I expect them to be a bit duller than some were anticipating.

S J Smith: It is a daunting fiction, and it's fighting me every step of the way! The sad thing is that I actually started this story back in 2006, and my writing ability, to put it mildly, was horrible. I do hope you continue to enjoy! Also Ed being squeezed by gobs of women...I want to be in his shoes...

Antithesis

Jeremiah Twain's memorial service lasted an hour and a half. In that time, Winry, Rose, and Bunny managed to calm Edward down after Sheska's thoughtless comment. Of course, he wasn't mad at the brunette Private. It was all Mustang's doing. Silently, he made a vow to himself. When he found the obnoxious Lieutenant General, heads were going to roll!

As the throng of well wishers dispersed, Sheska, along with Black Hayate, led Edward, Winry, and her group to Mustang and the present Consulate members. They stopped some distance away to watch as Jeremiah's family was comforted. They were given assurance that his murderer would be found and brought to justice.

Hearing the mother's wailing, Edward plopped down and set his hands between his crossed legs. "I don't like this..." His eyes were cross as they set upon the grieving family.

"What?" Winry, confused, sat next to him. After adjusting to a comfortable seated position that was moderately feminine, she looked expectant into his eyes. She knew him well enough to read those golden orbs. He was upset about someone likely not present for the mourning.

"I hate this!" He managed to keep his voice low enough, so nobody outside the small group could hear his outrage. "Somebody is just finding new ways to hurt people with Alchemy." He had hoped that with Dante gone and her ambitions revealed some semblance of peace might settle in for a while.

Calvin looked at him oddly. "Isn't that what the State Alchemists are for?" When he received questioning looks from everybody but Edward and Winry, the latter of which sent him an angry glower instead, he clarified. "I mean; the State Alchemists are sent in to do the military's dirty work. Aren't they using Alchemy to hurt people?"

Cybil clapped a fist against an open palm. "That's right!" She pointed out Edward's pocket watch. "Aren't you being a hypocrite if you say you're innocent of not hurting people with Alchemy?" She knew what her brother was trying to do, and she approved. They might not be blood-related to their master, but she was an older sister figure to them.

Their taunting actually brought a smirk to his face. "Hey Winry, you got some bright ones here." He paused to look them in the eyes, each in turn. "To tell the truth, I always tried to avoid hurting people with Alchemy. I'm called 'the Hero of the People' because I always worked to use my Alchemy to help wherever I could."

The twins weren't buying it, and he could tell. With a heavy sigh, he tried to explain. "I won't say I haven't hurt anybody along the way. I've defended myself and done some things I regret." He felt a twinge of guilt recalling how he left Winry for the second time to travel to the parallel world.

Rose smiled and came to his defense. "That's right." She patted the twins on the head. She had a certain fondness for them. They were mischievous, probably because they relied mostly on themselves as social peers. "You've heard of Lior, right?" She continued after their confirming nods. "Well, I'm from that city."

The twins were dumbstruck for only a minute. Looking at each other, they shared a silent conversation and nodded. Calvin was the one to speak up. "We heard the State Alchemists destroyed Lior. Don't you hold resentment towards them?" Even Cybil was at a loss for the pained expression the pink-and-brown haired girl showed.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't." She placed a hand over her stomach as she forced pained memories out of her mind. "Every cloud has a silver lining; I think." Any pain in her eyes was replaced by unmistakable joy. "I had my rays of hope to look forward to. I could always count on my memories of Ed's heroism."

Edward scoffed. "I was no hero in Lior..." He still had bitter memories. If he hadn't gotten involved, they could have lived longer in bliss. They might have remained ignorant, but they would have been safe. His involvement brought Lior to Amestris' attention, especially Dante. At least that was the truth in his mind.

"Oh really, Ed?" Rose practically cooed. "I think you were a hero. The words you spoke are still etched in my head. 'You've got a good pair of legs, Rose. Use 'em.'" She pressed her hands against her chest as if attempting to capture the feeling of rapture. "You gave us our will back."

Winry remained silent, but she couldn't help noticing the emotions playing across her friend's face. "She's still in love with Ed..." She felt a little bad for her, but she had long ago recognized her own feelings. She had even sworn to ignore any courting suitors and die an old maid after the painful realization that came far too late. She just had to wait for the dense young man to catch up.

Edward narrowed his eyes. He felt disgust and a hint of self-loathing well in the pit of his stomach. "A lot of good that did you!" He caught himself before his volume rose too high. Jeremiah's family was only just being escorted away. "I only got you caught up in the stupid civil war Dante wanted."

Winry rolled her eyes and finally blurted out. "They were already caught up in it." She regretted speaking her mind immediately and covered her mouth. She didn't know if she could or even should share the information she had. She wasn't even the one who gathered it in the first place.

Fortunately, she was saved. Sheska sighed. "Edward, Lior was a trap Dante set to observe you." All attention was riveted to her. Her voice was calmer than any of them remembered, except Calvin and Cybil who had no experience with her. "Rose can confirm this, but a very healthy Cornello 'returned' to Lior immediately after you left. However according to intel, this new Cornello was somebody you know quite well." She paused for dramatic effect. "Envy..."

As her voice trailed off, the name settled in differently for everybody. Edward visibly seethed. Despite the draconic Homunculus helping him return for the final time, he still despised his supposed half-brother for everything he'd ever done. Winry shook with fright but quickly composed herself to look strong. Rose was in disbelief; though, she knew even that Cornello was a fake. Bunny, Calvin, and Cybil never had the displeasure of meeting the Homunculus, so they just observed.

"Well, well, well..." The group looked towards the new voice to see Mustang approaching. To his right and slightly back, Riza Hawkeye silently followed. "Would you look at what we have here?" He looked Edward over, inwardly sighing in relief. "I almost didn't notice you with this little crowd." Old habits die hard.

Despite Winry's best efforts, Edward still managed to appear before the Flame in a quick, fluid movement. His fist was balled for emphasis as he practically spat in the older man's face. "Who are you calling so short he's like a speck of dust on a blade of grass?!" His temper was in full swing.

While most everybody nervously laughed and ignored a cold sweat, Mustang looked Full Metal in the eyes. For a moment, he looked like he was going to be serious...for a moment. He hunched down a bit and compared their heights in a display of overzealous acting. He made a show of the fact that the young blond was still shorter. "Huh? You've actually grown a bit."

Edward clapped his hands together and formed a blade out from his automail arm. "You want some'a this, huh?!" He was low in his fighting stance watching as his supposed superior placated him with raised hands.

"Whoa, whoa, I didn't come here to fight." Despite his mirthful expression, Mustang was solemnly observing the wayward youth. Evaluation complete, his face contorted to match the seriousness of the situation. "I take it Sheska's filled you in on the situation?"

Edward groused before resetting his automail arm and folding his arms across his chest. "Yeah, she told me." He looked to Winry as she set a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Even after death, that Dante woman manages to set Amestris back a good bit." He sighed. "...but some old clown told us about what happened to Jeremiah."

The blond woman beside him sighed. "Edward, that's rude." His full name, she was scolding him. "Besides, Roy might know him. He called himself Kenneth Troy." She barely resisted spinning around and knocking her childhood friend off his feet when she heard the most unexpected person gasp.

Sheska had her hands over her mouth as she realized she just brought attention to herself. When the Flame motioned for her to explain, she bowed slightly and did followed the recommendation. "I'm sorry; Troy is part of..." She paused. "...Maes' former network. I met him one time, and, well...he's still gathering information for Lieutenant General Mustang..." She didn't want to reveal too much, and she was nervous enough as it was.

Mustang shook his head. "The old dog's still around, and he's stirring up as much trouble as ever it seems." He judged from their reactions that Kenneth was up to his old antics again. Winry, in particular, seemed upset at the old war veteran despite chiding Edward. He couldn't stop the smirk spreading across his face. "So, what he do this time?"

After their explanations, the Flame Alchemist whistled. He wasn't expecting some things, but he was still mildly impressed. He knew he could trust them even if it seemed farfetched that the old man could disappear from so many stories up. "The old dog always did have a few tricks up his sleeve."

Edward scoffed. "Yeah, whatever. It sounded more like the guy was hiding something to me." He narrowed his eyes as he thought of something. "If Shadows are involved, they aren't moving alone. If anything, they're probably using whoever thinks he's in charge."

Mustang cupped his chin between forefinger and thumb. He knew the golden-eyed prodigy was about the only authority on the Gate, so he probably was the only one in Amestris with any information on the Shadows that reside there. With a sigh, he turned. "Let's go, Ed. I think it's time we got the full story from both you and Al."

"Wait!" Edward caught Flame by the shoulder. "Al's here? Where?!" He hadn't seen hide or hair of his little brother since returning through the Gate, and he was worried, near frantic.

As the Lieutenant General explained the situation with Alphonse, a woman with jet black hair and violet eyes watched. She was in an unassuming, earthen dress. Thinking she recognized the blond, she put on an exuberant smile and skipped lightly towards them. She made a beeline for the gifted Full Metal.

Taking notice, Riza stepped between the approaching woman and the sizable group. Stealthily, she reached for her pistol and released the safety. With a stern expression, she addressed the approaching stranger. She knew how to play her role, and, for the moment, her role was as bodyguard and secretary. "What business do you have with the Lieutenant General?"

The girl tilted her head to one side with a polite, sweat smile. She closed her eyes to magnify her gleeful expression. "Oh, I'm not here to see him, ma'am." She politely responded even as her thoughts differed. "I have no interest in the Flame Cyclops." She knew exactly who he was.

Riza nodded but didn't let her guard drop for one second. She couldn't let go of the suspicion that something was wrong. "Why are you here, then? If you've come to pay your respects, I'm afraid Mister Twain's ceremony has concluded." Though she didn't drop her deadpan expression, she couldn't place her unease at a lack of killing intent.

The girl shook her head in the negative. "Oh no, my name's Lilly." She figured introductions might be necessary to get anything done. "I just saw him..." She indicated the golden-eyed blond. "...and thought he looked a lot like my hero." She looked directly at him. "Are you? Are you the Full Metal Alchemist? Hero of the People?" She purposely used his title, knowing something of his ego.

Edward looked at her strangely. "I've never been called that by an Ishvallan before, but, yeah, that's what some call me." His tone of voice revealed no pompous ego. He seemed angrier at the title, like he hadn't lived up to it. In fact, he couldn't help but think of Lior, Nina, the other world, and all his other mistakes.

Lilly clapped her hands together. "Oh, wow! I heard you were dead!" She seemed genuinely excited. Then she looked at him with a sad pout. "Why would Ishvallans not call you a Hero? Weren't you the one who finally brought peace between Ishval and Amestris?" Curiosity shone in her eyes as she searched for an answer.

Calvin and Cybil looked at each other confused. They weren't even sure the girl was Ishvallan to begin with, and Edward identified her heritage so easily. They were also sure they heard the worshipers of Ishvalla hated Alchemists, calling them heretics. The slightly older sister decided to speak up before the Full Metal answered. "Um, don't Ishvallans hate Alchemists?"

Lilly managed to look hurt. "You don't understand Ishvalla's teachings!" She mockingly posed as a lecturer, though not to insult the twins. "We simply condemn changing Ishvalla's perfect gifts. We can and have lived in peace with Amestris and the Alchemists. Someone just disrupted it years ago."

Edward grunted. "A lot of good I did. I just didn't like what Bradley was doing, and I barely managed to escape Scar alive." He paused for a moment as he remembered one of the reasons Ishvallans condemned Alchemy, at least among their tribe. The Philosopher's Stone was seen as a harbinger of both war and doom. He really agreed with them on that point.

Lilly smiled. "Isn't that enough? You fought the injustice you saw, and you made the Ishvallans who trusted in you proud." She looked pointedly towards the twins. "There's a reason he's called the Hero of the People. He's recognized wherever he goes because he hates injustice." She tilted her head one way as her smile broadened and eyes closed.

As if suddenly realizing something, her eyes went wide. "Oh, it's later than I thought!" She looked around somewhat frantically to identify exactly where she was before bowing politely. "I'm so sorry! I'd love to stay and chat, but daddy's expecting me at the shop!" She turned and ran down one street as she waved over her shoulder.

While waving back, Edward raised a brow. "Okay, that was weird." Winry promptly smacked his shoulder. Wincing in mock pain, he rubbed the supposedly sore spot. "Ouch! What was that for?"

She gave him an exasperated sigh and roll of the eyes before turning to the Flame. "You said you know where Al is, right?" He nodded, and she grabbed her childhood friend by the arm. "Come on, Ed! Let's go!" She eagerly tugged at him as Mustang mockingly smiled before turning. He was going to lead them to the shelter Alphonse was at without further comment.

As they walked away, they didn't notice the plain looking woman they had talked to watching them from a dark corner she ducked around. Her lips twitched with an expectant smirk. Her eyes twinkled with glee. "It was him! It was him!" She paused to tighten her hands into fists. Shadows swelled at her feet. "I found him!"

As she sunk into the shadows, bracers with knife-like claws appeared on her hands. Her earthen dress was replaced with bulky clothes to make her look more masculine. She had one thought on her mind. "I have to tell Kingdom!"

Seven silhouettes were seated around a table. While the silhouettes themselves were stable, the area they were in seemed to be a dimension not quite synchronized. The table they sat around, chairs they were seated in, and very space around them seemed to phase in and out of existence. It was little more than a haze, like a mirage created by light, heat, and the horizon.

The silhouettes defined the body build of each. There were four men and three women. The tallest of the group was a man, and he sat next to the shortest, most rotund man of the group. He, in turn, was seated next to the most well endowed female who was quite tall. Next were a girl and boy, only discernible by their hair style and slight differences in outline. The final two were a muscular man and average woman.

It was difficult to tell who was talking because of the properties of the place. The figures didn’t move, either. As they spoke, echoes distorted their voices further. They always spoke in the same order, however.

“The Gate of Truth opened. Our Destined has returned!” An overly feminine voice spoke up first.

“We can’t confirm that. We only felt one presence slip through.” A young, shrill voice spoke.

“Yes. If anything, we should have felt two.” A gruff voice added.

“It is hard to believe the Shadow spawn, but discounting his words is folly.” Was that Lucifer?

“The brothers Elric are unlikely to let themselves become separate.” A sweat, young voice chimed.

“We can sense Alchemists and Shadows, though. How could one of the brothers elude us?” A petite voice carefully inputted.

“That’s most troubling. Should we assume the Gate of Truth has gifted our Destined?” A deep voice shook the table.

“Oh yes, certainly. The Gate of Truth needs him on this side.”

“However, we must find him first before we can remove him from our enemies’ grasp.”

“The Shadows have already discovered our presence in Amestris. You ask the impossible!”

“Bah, as long as the Cardinal Points and Shadow Kingdom don’t interfere…”

“What makes you think they won’t? It’s certainly important enough.”

“We are strong enough to handle a single Cardinal Point, but Shadow Kingdom is another matter.”

“We proceed with caution, then?”

For a moment, there was silence. Then, as one, they all spoke their agreement. “Yes, proceed with caution.” The strange dimension distorted once, twice, thrice, and the occupants were gone. All that remained of their presence was the haze and furnishings.

The moment Edward saw Alphonse; he rushed to give him a brotherly embrace which was basically a well deserved noogie. The younger brother responded appropriately by trying to force the elder off. The moment they were separated; they looked at each other and laughed...before being nearly tackled to the ground in a warm embrace by their childhood friend.

The whole scene was heartwarming. Even Calvin and Cybil, at first sourly disapproving of the golden-eyed Alchemist, were forced to grudgingly accept what played out in front of them. It didn't help that their opinion had already been softened by the strangest of sources, an Ishvallan named Lilly.

Mustang, however, just had to break up the touching reunion by clearing his throat. To his credit, he needed information, and he needed it fast. He had plans to use Winry's specialty to thoroughly investigate the gunship gifted by Corsair. "Full Metal, Al, now that you're both together, I'd like to hear everything you've been up to for the last, oh, two-odd years."

They didn't go into too much detail, but they explained the important events. It wasn't nearly as abridged as it was the last time they 'visited' just shy of a year ago, but it still skimmed over details they found too trite. It was the past few days they, admittedly, embellished. They explained meeting Envy again, and begrudgingly giving him credit for their current locale.

There were questions from the peanut gallery, of course. Obviously, the automail mechanics were interested in the medical and mechanical advancements of the other world, especially the starry-eyed Winry. The military officers were interested the military and logistical nuances the brothers ran across. Sheska asked but didn't received any answers about the other worlds cryptology.

They were all equally interested in the meeting with the Christian priest.

By the end, Mustang had a serious look to his face as he scratched his chin. It was a lot of information to take in, and he was curious why a Homunculus would help an Alchemist he obviously so vehemently hated. He wondered it if was some sort of redemption, based on his choice of words. Deciding not to dwell on it, he turned to face Edward and Winry, specifically.

"I have a task for the both of you." He stated without preamble. "We've got some...guests. They have some pretty advanced stuff that I want Miss Rockbell to take a look at. Full Metal, I need you to investigate what you can on the Homunculus called Lucifer." He observed the disdain in the young man's eyes.

The Lieutenant General didn't give them time to respond. "We don't have a whole lot of information on these guys. We know they come from an island-state called Corsair, and we know they're heavily militaristic like Amestris." He looked directly at Winry. "They're more technologically advanced than us, but..." His gaze shifted to Edward. "...they're alchemy is behind ours."

The young adults nodded, digesting the information. It was Alphonse who spoke up next. "You said their alchemy isn't as advanced as our, right?" Mustang nodded, and Alphonse tilted his head to one side in curiousity. "Even so, they still managed to produce a Homunculus..." His elder brother looked up, wide-eyed. "Human Transmutation is pretty advanced. Right, brother?"

Edward fisted his hands by his side. He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder and looked into the soothing eyes of his childhood friend. His hardened eyes turned towards the Flame. "Al's got a point. They might still behind us in sheer ability, but they have some Alchemists strong enough to open the Gate."

Mustang nodded. "Then I can trust you two to investigate?" He received nods of affirmation. A confident smirk crossed his face. "Excellent. I can expect some noteworthy news soon, then. I'll assign Hawkeye, Sheska, and Armstrong to watch Winry." His subordinates bobbed their heads in quick understanding. Then he looked over his shoulder as Fuery walked into the shelter. "I've got other things to take care of."

With their assignments passed out, the group split up. Mustang followed Fuery outside where the rest of his men were waiting. Breda, Havoc, and Falman politely bowed their heads a fraction before following their esteemed leader. Riza and Sheska lead Winry and her troupe and Armstrong to the gunship landing site. Alphonse handed Edward a sheet of paper Mustang left behind, and they followed the instructions to find Lucifer's holding area.

They all felt like it was going to be a long day.

Steel Claw waited patiently in the shadows for her likeminded comrades to arrive. She was surprised to find Kingdom and Blade were the last show up, but she wasn’t about to question her superiors. She knew her place, unlike some people. She waited patiently as everybody took their appropriate spots.

When everybody was arranged properly, Kingdom stood in the middle and stared directly at the one who called the meeting. “Arbitrator Steel Claw, you called this meeting.” All eyes were drawn to her, but she did not flinch. “What do you have to report that’s so important to disrupt our duty?”

She raised her head and looked her leader in the eyes. She wasn’t afraid, and she barely contained her gleeful expression. She had news she had beaten the supposedly clairvoyant Blade to. “I saw Edward Elric and confirmed his presence.” She was positively exuberant hearing the gasps and whispers fill the room. They most certainly hadn’t expected her announcement.

Kingdom carefully nodded his head. He was forced to consider all the possibilities, so he turned to his right hand. The smaller armored figure shook his or her head. The report couldn’t be confirmed so easily. “How did you confirm Edward Elric’s presence? Did you engage him?”

Steel Claw actually scoffed. “I’m not stupid enough to ruin our plans…” She paused to cast a scornful gaze to one she saw as a failure. “…unlike some people.” She returned a level gaze to the commander. “I know his importance to our plan. I approached him as ‘Lilly’ and confirmed who he was with his other nicknames, Full Metal and Hero of the People.”

Scythe wisely remained silent, despite the hateful glare he received. He’d take it. He knew he’d have the chance to redeem himself, and he would not receive Judgment. He was actually surprised to hear Lance speak up. “Was it wise to approach as your tainted shell? You might have revealed us.”

Again, she felt all eyes on her. She was prepared with an answer, however. “I knew the risk, and I knew I had no choice.” She turned a questioning gaze to Blade. “Somehow, his presence slipped past us. You haven’t been able to confirm him yet?” She leaned back a bit when she received an affirmative nod. “He didn’t seem to recognize me, so he probably doesn’t know any Shadows are present.”

Kingdom nodded, the atmosphere electric. He was as calm and stoic as ever, unreadable. Blade, his right hand, was as androgynous and neutral as ever, looking absently at the floor in vague disinterest. No, the air was charged by the excitement the peons gathered around the powerful leader felt. To those named after instruments of death, it was exhilarating.

After a long moment of silence, their armor-clad leader spoke. “With the return of Edward Elric, we shall move into the second stage of our plan.” He carefully listened to the whispers from his subordinates. “The humans will learn our wrath for trespassing where they don’t belong. It is time to remove the Consulate.” He turned to the informant. “Pick your target.”

Steel Claw wasted no time as a cruel smirk crossed her face. “Lloyd Furr…” Her voice dripped venom as she recalled his transgressions. As a Shadow Host, he managed to cause a great deal of damage to Scythe, and he had ever so temporarily scarred her face. Worse, he had to have used Human Transmutation to draw Blunt into his body. Worst, he wasn’t a Shadow Incarnate, and he still managed to nearly kill her foolish comrade.

Kingdom nodded. He was secure in the knowledge that she could remain levelheaded in a fight despite her rage. He still felt he had to reiterate a word of warning. “Do not take him lightly. He was a famed Alchemist before his fall from glory, and he’s still respected among certain circles. Besides, I think we all remember the rooftop incident several nights ago.”

They remembered, and Scythe felt like shrinking from their intense stares. They were angry and hateful, but they were not lost to the reality. Not even able to tap into his full strength, Blunt managed to fight as a Shadow Host and come to a draw against two Shadow Incarnates. It was embarrassing, but his fighting skill was very impressive.

Scythe, however, was reminded of something else. He was denied his revenge. He wasn’t afraid of Blunt. He had underestimated him, but it was a mistake he wouldn’t make again. Instead, the same one who rescued him, though still embarrassed, was to get her revenge. He was left with little recourse.

Steel Claw, however, was not one to underestimate her opponents. “Consulate Lloyd Furr and Blunt do make a good team, and they proved even a Shadow Host can overcome a Shadow Incarnate. I will not underestimate them, unlike a certain someone.” Her lips twitched as she inwardly reminded herself that she had underestimated them in their weakened state.

She felt Kingdom’s angry glare, but Lance spoke up in her defense. “To be fair, she only got involved when it looked like Arbitrator Scythe’s death knell was to sound. Consulate Lloyd Furr looked on death’s door, so there was no way to know he had any alchemy left in him.”

Kingdom, after a moment’s thought, nodded. “Yes, anyone can make that mistake.” He looked directly at the Shadow most in the room regarded as a failure. “You have one chance to redeem yourself, Arbitrator Scythe. Your next assignment is Consulate Julian Rivers, and you are to assume he’s like Consulate Lloyd Furr.”

Scythe nodded dully. He was being given the easiest assignment and told to treat it as the hardest. He was expected to believe success meant redemption. He vaguely heard the other assignments passed out. He looked up in surprise and blinked when Blade was not given an assignment. “Wait, isn’t Arbitrator Blade supposed to take somebody out?”

He felt the cold glares from his supposed comrades, but he did not flinch. He found it strange that Kingdom and Blade gave him impassive stares. No, Blade wasn’t even looking his way. After what felt an eternity of heated glowers, their leader finally spoke up. “Arbitrator Blade’s assignment is special. Based on circumstances, we may need to remove Amestris’ civilian and military heads.”

They knew what his words meant. With the return of Edward Elric, their plan could move into the next phase. He was the key. With war looming in the world of technology, the world of alchemy was about to be awash with a sizable influx of energy. Soon, humanity would be punished for trespassing on hallowed ground.

The Consulate was a threat because it was a unified front. With the power vacuum caused by Fuhrer King Bradley’s death, Amestris’ population relied on that central pillar. Perhaps without realizing, the Council of Seven became the civilian head. Only a young political power, it had gained both acceptance and the resources to make the Shadow’s movements difficult.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out why they had gathered around the military head, instead. Even Scythe understood, and Steel Claw and Lance easily called him an idiot. General Kelly Westford was alone, standing divided from his supposed comrades. He still believed in the late Fuhrer’s ideals and was constantly at odd with the Consulate.

He was the Glass Alchemist and, though weaker than his student, held fast to his pride. He wanted to punish the people of Amestris for abandoning their great leader, and Mustang’s forgiveness, acceptance, and promotion only fueled his hatred. Though his hatred originally made him useful, it had the potential to develop into a threat.

In a hundred alchemists, maybe one could open the Gate. Of a hundred that could open the Gate, maybe one would survive with his or her soul in tact. Kingdom had made very clear. Though Roy Mustang had not opened the Gate of Truth himself, he still set eyes upon it...and kept hold of his sanity.

Mustang, in addition to the brothers Elric, was a candidate to be a catalyst for the punishments humans so rightly deserved.

Westford always wanted Mustang dead, but the promotion of Bradley’s killer left a bitter taste in his mouth that magnified it to uncontrollable extremes. Kingdom related the change in simple terms. If things got out of hand, Blade was to eliminate Amestris’ military head with extreme prejudice as a threat.

The black fire of Kingdom’s eyes slowly fell on each of his subordinates. “Be wary of the coming events. The arrival of a third party could set into motion a poor scenario for carrying out our ambitions. Amestris’ is on guard, and many necessary pieces are on the move.”

The armored hulk turned, metal shifting and clinking. The smaller armored figure next to him looked up as if curious. For the briefest of moments, he looked at the figure’s unseen eyes. “If you run across a Shadow who doesn’t fight for our ideals, you have permission to eliminate it. Dismissed.”

The finality of his statement wasn’t missed, and the Seven Judges, except Blade, faded into shadows to leave. Kingdom kept staring ahead as Blade’s androgynous voice echoed through the empty room. “Mustang’s usefulness hasn’t been determined. For now, the brothers Elric should be enough.” The smaller armored figure paused for a moment. “Is it okay not to tell them about the Homunculus?”

Kingdom nodded. “Even as a unique existence, that creature wouldn’t seek out that which it innately fears.” He paused as a thought occurred to him. “Even if I did, the blood hungry would seek it out in spite of any warnings. After all, it is a manifestation of humanities’ trespasses, and the Seven Judges gathered to eradicate such things.”

As Blade’s head hung in contemplation, the conversation seemed to end. They faded into the shadows. Their meeting hall was emptied of occupants as each went about carrying out orders. The only proof of their presence was the slight indentations left in the wood where the armored Kingdom and Blade stood longest.

The sun was shining. The birds were singing. The world moved, and time stopped for no man. It was a beautiful scene Lloyd looked out on. He was both pleased and saddened by the revelation that the world continued its eternal course. His friend, Jeremiah, was dead, and there was nothing he could have done to prevent it.

He had fought those monsters, for they could be described no other way, until they were forced to flee. He had injured one severely, but his companion and penance warned him the being was not dead. He barely scathed the second creature, and the third interfered in the last second to drag both to safety.

While reminiscing, he felt a new presence in the room. He looked to the windowsill to see an old man impossibly perched. He heard a name reverberate through his skull, but he didn’t understand part of it. Even if Blunt was willing to provide names, Lloyd wanted to know what his human name might be.

The old man carefully slipped into the room; the automail covering most of the left side of his body groaned in protest. It was obvious maintenance had been performed recently, and he hadn’t given the oil time to work into the joints. He could also have forgotten to oil it regularly and/or correctly.

As he approached the bed, he read what Lloyd was writing out from over the mute Alchemist’s shoulder. “Who are you, and what are you doing here?” Lloyd eyed the old man suspiciously.

The old man’s lips twitched as if he was trying to smirk, and his face had a hint of merriment. “Ah, but I’m sure Blunt has told you who I am already. My friends call me Ken, and Cross inhabits me for my sins.” As Lloyd started to write out, Ken stopped him. “No offense to your wonderful speed writing and remarkable penmanship, but I have a faster way to communicate.”

As Lloyd was about to query, black flames lit Ken’s sclera. He jabbed his right hand forward, and it seemed to dissolve into shadow. A moment later, they seemed to be standing in front of the Gate of Truth, but no Alchemy was used. In fact, Blunt pointed out it was only an illusion brought by the presence of two Shadows in communication.

Ken nodded, and a smile came to his…unscarred face. Oddly, the only automail on his body was from the left elbow down, and his scleras were still defined by black flames. “Ah, this’ll be much better. We can talk freely here.” He noticed the look on his companion’s face and looked to his automail. “This is an old war injury from before I received Cross.”

Lloyd nodded his understanding. “I’m sorry…” He trailed off, apologizing for imposing. He leveled his gaze with the old man’s eyes. “Ken, huh?” The old man nodded. “What are you doing here? Are you with the Seven Judges?”

Ken scoffed. “As if.” He seemed genuinely insulted. “No, I don’t agree with their methods. I came, simply, to ask Blunt for the names of the Shadows who attacked you. I might be able to identify who’s behind this attack if I knew.”

There was silence for a moment as Lloyd spoke with Blunt. “We fought Scythe, but we couldn’t land the finishing blow. Steel Claw and Lance interfered.” He sighed. He knew how troublesome the situation was. As he had barely even grazed Scythe’s heart, he was likely already recovered.

Ken scratched his chin in an automail gauntlet. “Steel Claw and Scythe are under the Northern Commander, but Lance belongs to the Eastern Commander…” He returned a curious glare to the mute Alchemist. “Are you sure?” He received a nod in answer. “This is troubling…”

His eyes widened, and he turned in surprise. The illusion around them melted, and they both witnessed Steel Claw perched in the windowsill. She glared heatedly at Lloyd as she addressed Ken. “Lord Cross, I was unaware you came to this world.” She noticed him twitch out of the corner of her eye. “Please, stay your sword. For now, I only wish to speak.”

When he settled, she laughed inwardly. “Of course, he’s still on guard. I’ll have to make this quick.” She raised her arms to mollify. “If you can bring Blunt partially out, I want to speak with him.” She went silent and stood perfectly still.

Lloyd and Ken gave each other a look before nodding. Reluctantly, the mute Alchemist clapped his hands together. He used one hand to lead from his larynx to his wrist where blood and a black substance slowly oozed. Once enough material collected, the hilt of a sword forged itself from the collective substances.

Steel Claw recoiled from the bitter smell of copper as it mixed with the smell of the Gate. It was repugnant to think human tainted such perfection. Her face soured as the atmosphere grew heavy. Finally, she spoke. “When will you be able to fight?”

The question nearly brought Ken’s ire, but Blunt stayed his punishment with a question. “Why? You could strike me down now, but it sounds like you want some kind of rematch.” He knew she disagreed with Scythe on the roof the other night, but she was ready and willing to end Lloyd’s life and send him back to the Gate of Truth then.

She nodded her head simply. “That’s exactly what I want.” She eyed Ken warily before returning her icy glower to the partially formed weapon Blunt placed himself in. “I’m not satisfied with a draw, and I only stepped in because Scythe was proving worthless.”

“You attempted to finish things on the roof. You were about to strike me while I was down then. Why should things be different now?” He knew he couldn’t lock gazes, but he could imagine the fury he’d direct toward her.

“True.” She acquiesced, not bothered by the accusation. “At the time, you were interfering with the mission and an unassigned target. Now, you are assigned to me, and Scythe successfully completed his mission.” She paused to assess him. “I ask again. When will you be recovered enough to fight?”

A heavy silence filled the room. Steel Claw waited patiently for Blunt’s answer while remaining fully alert for any movement from Ken. Her gaze was locked on the hilt that represented the Shadow she had challenged. After what felt like an eternity to all parties involved, he spoke. “Lloyd’s body must recover first. Unlike Scythe, it’ll take a few days.”

Steel Claw nodded. She gave Ken one, last questioning look before returning her attention to her target’s tenant. “I’ll check on you in two days. At that time, we’ll fight.” Her body dissolved into shadow, and she was gone from the hospital room.

When he could feel her presence no more, Ken turned to Lloyd. “Are you sure that’s okay? I’ve got some companions with me, and we’re seeking out the Shadow presence here in Central. We could buy you some time or completely remove them before they have the chance.”

Lloyd shook his head, and Blunt spoke for him. “No, it’s okay. We made our bed of thorns when we challenged Scythe to protect Jeremiah. We must lie in it now, for his sake as well as ours.” Lloyd’s expression turned as serious as Blunt’s voice. “Besides, there are bigger things happening if Shadows are aligning to take sides like this.”

Ken sighed. “You’re right.” He paused and nodded. “You’re right.” He hung his head with a resigned expression. “I was hoping to recruit you to fight the Homunculus and secure Edward Elric, but you made that choice to fight Steel Claw.” Before Blunt could answer, he held his hand up to interrupt. “Now, withdraw to heal Lloyd faster. You’ll need all the energy you can get.”

With slight hesitation, Lloyd flicked the center of the hilt. The shadow material retracted into his body, and the blood lost cohesion and soaked into his bed sheets. He bowed his head and made a solemn vow. He was going to defeat Steel Claw and find out where Scythe was. If possible, he was going to avenge Jeremiah.

He looked up startled when Ken’s face came within an inch of his. “You don’t have to say anything, just listen.” He paused to await Lloyd’s affirmative nod. “Good, now listen up. There’s a Homunculus in town calling himself Lucifer, and he seems to come from Corsair. If you see him, run. That’s right, just run. He’s a rather unique existence.”

He paused and backed up to the window. As he leaned against the open portal, he continued. “In case I fail to take him out, this is what you’ll need to know. First, he…”

Edward looked at the tent, tent, Alphonse directed him toward. It was surrounded by guards, none of whom he recognized. He observed them for several long minutes before coming to a conclusion. “Not a single one of them are Alchemists, Al.” He heaved a sigh and resigned himself to his fate.

The younger brother tilted his head to one side. “What’s wrong with that, brother? I’m sure Mustang trusts his men to handle things, and the Homunculus hasn’t tried anything yet.” Truthfully, he was worried. He just wanted his older brother to think for a moment.

“That’s exactly the point, Al!” He didn’t quite yell as he palmed his face. It was frustrating in the worst way. “We don’t even know what this Homunculus is capable of. We don’t even know what his plans are, Al. For all we know, he’s just biding his time.”

“Well, what should we do, brother?” He sounded worried as a chill ran down his spine. He knew how dangerous Homunculi were. There were six under Dante, and a seventh acted on his own. They were all formidable enemies, and he did not relish the idea of fighting even one of them over again.

“I’m not sure, Al.” He sighed. “That chauvinist wants us to ‘investigate’ this Homunculus.” He pulled at his hair in frustration. “Ugh, he’s just throwing off his responsibility on us again!” No doubt about it, he felt fully at home again. He hated being used, but it was a small price to pay to be near Winry again.

He heaved a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Come on Al, let’s get this over with.” Fingering the pocket watch identifying himself as a State Alchemist, he confidently strode forward. His brother wasn’t far behind him. The entire way he was thinking about how uncanny the situation was.

Homunculi were vicious fighters, when they wanted to be. They had powerful, near-immortal bodies, and each possessed an ability all his or her own. Though their personalities differed, they either had wit or relied on the wit of others. They were also monsters who relied on human souls to stay alive.

If Corsair was using a Homunculus among its military ranks, he had to wonder how far down the chain of command such knowledge went. At some point, incomplete or whole Philosopher’s Stones had to be fed to the creature, and that took great alchemic knowledge and several sacrifices.

Approaching the guards outside the tent, Edward flashed the only identification he needed. Across Amestris, everybody recognized the State Alchemists’ pocket watch. He only hoped he looked ‘more the part’ than he did when he first earned the badge of state. He was older and less naive than so many years ago, but he wondered what the soldiers saw.

Immediately on seeing the unmistakable badge of state, the soldiers went to attention. The highest rank, a Second Lieutenant, nervously approached. “Sir, we were told not to let anybody in or out of the area. I’m afraid I can’t let you approach any closer, sir.” He swallowed fearfully. Even if he had a battalion, a State Alchemist would tear through them without one to match.

Edward resisted the urge to palm his face. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, I don’t really care. Mustang asked us to investigate the Homunculus you have holed up in there.” He immediately spotted the greener of the troops as their eyes widened at intelligence the young alchemist wouldn’t have had without orders. “Listen, I don’t like the situation any more than you do, but we need more information on that thing.”

The Lieutenant nodded. “Of course, sir.” He used hand signs to tell his men to get back to their posts. He was annoyed to have new recruits on such an important mission detail. He wasn’t sure what his commanders were thinking, but he dared not question orders. “If you know about the Homunculus, I’m sure Lieutenant General Mustang gave you the necessary papers, sir.”

Edward was at a loss for a moment, but soon rage showed on his face. He was ready to storm off to throttle the Flame Alchemist when Alphonse put a calming hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, brother. Mustang included it in the directions.” He stepped forward and handed the papers to the Lieutenant with a smile. “Here you go.”

The Lieutenant carefully scrutinized the paperwork. Lieutenant General Mustang’s official mark was affixed to the orders. However, he found himself at a loss for words. If he was reading correctly, the boys in front of him were Major Edward Elric, Full Metal Alchemist, and his younger brother, Alphonse Elric.

He lifted his gaze to scrutinize the boys. They matched the last known descriptions of the brothers Elric. He was having trouble believing they were for a simple reason. They had disappeared some time ago without a trace. Shortly thereafter, Mustang, then thought of as a defector, went into hiding after a stunning military victory over unknown adversaries.

With a breath, he closed his eyes. His next words were mumbled under his breath. “Stranger things have happened…” He looked back to the orders then to the boys. They matched the descriptions of the brothers Elric, and one held the official badge of state identifying State Alchemists. “Sir, please follow me.”

He led them to the tent before stopping outside to give them a final warning. “I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how dangerous a Homunculus can be. However, he hasn’t done anything hostile, and I’d like to keep it that way. I have the lives of my men to consider, sir.” He hoped his words didn’t sound threatening. He knew he couldn’t threaten a State Alchemist, and it wasn’t really his intention.

Edward rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, let us in already!” He practically shoved his way past the Lieutenant and threw the tent flaps open. He heard his brother apologize for them behind him even as he rested his gaze on the plump man in a business suite. “So, you’re the Homunculus I’ve been hearing about?”

Lucifer stood, wide-eyed. There was wild gleam to his eyes as he excitedly rushed for the young Alchemist. Before he could do anything, a blade was firmly held before his face. “Not another step, Homunculus. I don’t know why you’re here, but it certainly can’t be good.”

The chubby creature bobbed his head vigorously. “Yes, yes, of course, all in good time!” He sounded excited as he turned and quickly waddled to the nearby table. He pulled out one chair. “Sit, sit!” He nearly jumped in glee as he took the other chair. “Oh, you too young Alphonse, I’ve been waiting for you two.”

As the brothers warily took the offered seats, the Homunculus surprisingly spoke. “Now, where should I start?” He snapped his fingers in a show of sudden inspiration. “Yes, I know! The beginning, it’s always best to start at the beginning!” He eyed them slyly. “I bet you have tons of questions for me. All in time, all in time.”

He nodded sagely as he continued unabashed. “Where am I from? Why was I created? What ability do I have? Why am I helping Corsair, or at least her military? What do I have to gain from all this?” He wagged his finger. “I’ll be glad to tell you!” He leaned back to watch the young Alchemists, his features creased by his wide smile.

Finally, Edward spoke up. “You seem to know an awful lot about us. To my knowledge, we’ve never met. Amestris also didn’t know about Corsair until now. How do you know so much about us? How can you speak our language so smoothly?” He took a deep breath. “I also have to admit; your questions are certainly of interest.”

If it were possible, Lucifer’s smile grew. “Dear Edward Elric, you are most interesting indeed. No, more than anything else…you are the reason I exist.” He chucked at their startled reactions. “No, you didn’t create me intentionally or otherwise. I was created in Corsair by…careless Alchemists. Now Edward and Alphonse, let’s talk about why we’re here…”

Screams of misery pervaded the dark house. In sunnier times, day or night, the house was a warm, welcoming abode. The pained cries of the woman inside couldn’t be drowned out by the enveloping shadows or drawn curtains. The anguished sobs seemed to flood the atmosphere as thunderheads far above bellowed in protest.

No starlight or moonlight illuminated the house made dreary with torment. Flashes of light gave a greenish glow to the yellow shingles. Nearby rumbles, created from air crashing into a vacuum, shook the sturdy foundation. Soon, the pitter-patter of falling water droplets cascaded against wood and glass.

The misery within was repeated without.

Throughout the sanctuary of the home, furnishings were strewn about as if a small tornado thrashed its way through the halls and room. Empty picture frames lay shattered on the ground. Albums lay on their spine to reveal their contents to the night air. The localized tornado seemed to stop in the living room.

A woman was huddled in a corner holding tightly a still shot of life to her bosom. She wept for what was torn asunder, and she found no comfort for the gaping hole in her heart. Her chin quivered as fresh sobs escaped her throat, and fresh tears sprang from ducts she thought dried.

As lightning flashed, the light filtered through the curtains enough to reveal her state of dress. Her summer dress was torn and bloodstained. A thin slice revealed where a blade had nearly cut her bra string off her shoulder. Her undergarments, however, were still in tact. The offending blade was in her hand and covered in more blood than her minor injuries suggested.

As another bolt of lightning passed through the heavens, a cold, dead body was revealed in the center of the room. She had lost track of how many hours had passed. She had lost track of how long his stench wafted through the room. Worse, she had lost track of how long it had been since he delivered the heart wrenching news.

He hadn’t lied, of that she was sure. He had decided to play the roll of ‘comforter’ after delivering the news he had been asked to. She had been so shocked she never noticed him slip in and close the door behind him. She didn’t notice him caress her or kiss her until his lips were on hers.

She screamed and kicked and punched and scratched. She fought to get away, but he had grown enraged. She defended herself as best she could, but he was stronger. He got a hold of one of the blades in the kitchen and threatened her with it. When he went to cut one of the straps protecting her modesty, she kneed him hard between the legs.

He was down, and she could have run for it. In her grief and hatred, she stabbed. She stabbed him again and again and again. Repeatedly, she drove the knife into his body as deeply as she could. As realization came to her and her muscles grew taut, she ran to the restroom to empty the contents of her stomach.

Not long after, she found herself at the dry sink in the main entrance. She took the last picture she had taken of her and her beloved. After removing it from the frame, she dropped it to shatter across the floor. She staggered throughout the house, knocking things from their resting place. If she bumped into something, she flipped it in a brief instant of rage and continued on.

She didn’t remember how she ended up in the same room as the man who tried to take advantage of her in her grief, but she had. As her mind unclouded, she began to see it as a mixed blessing. She stood and let the last thread of her summer dress snap. She staged across the room and ignored her dress as it slid down and eventually off her frame.

She reached a writing desk and pushed it aside. Behind it, she clicked a hidden switch to reveal a secret compartment. From within the cubby, she withdrew a scroll from her forgotten art. She had studied it long ago, but she gave it up when she met and fell in love with her beloved.

Stumbling back across the room, she unfurled the tattered parchment, ignoring the bits that fell to the floor. Through a haze, she carved an alchemic circle around the cold, dead body. A mad cackle escaped her throat as she completed the writ for alchemic energy.

Her head rolled as her eyes fluttered. Shaking from her stupor, she finally dropped the knife and knelt before the complex circle. With a final glance at the scroll, she dropped it. The dry paper soaked up blood like a sponge, but she paid it no mind. She concentrated on the task she set herself to.

With a push of will, the room became alight with alchemic energy. It arched and danced wildly. It collected her will and coalesced into a dreamscape before her. A sudden an intense pain wracked her body, and she arched her back as she opened her mouth to a soundless scream.

Her vision went white, and she realized she was in some immense room. Standing tall and proud before her vision was a wide, tall gate. She blinked in wonder as it slowly opened and revealed a woman who looked exactly like her. Except, the woman was unmarred by recent events.

She was a tall woman with a feminine frame. Her raven black hair was cut off at the small of her back and tied into a long ponytail. Her bangs highlighted her stunning emerald eyes prettily, and her bangs framed her face and gently cascaded down the front of her shoulders. She smiled warmly.

“You’ve made a very, very bad mistake.” The doppelganger spoke softly as she walked forward. “I’m afraid I’m going to need to borrow your body. Don’t worry, you’ll have the chance to be reborn and reunited with your soul mate. Now then, let’s see if you should be my host or if I should incarnate within.”

As the doppelganger walked forward, the woman couldn’t move a muscle. Soon, they occupied the same space. The gate slammed closed, and the white background faded into the dreary room she had been mourning in. She released a heavy breath and opened her eyes. Her scleras were accentuated by black flames.

She looked blankly at the body on the floor. “Humans are such frail beings. They can be driven to do what they never would with grief and misery.” She looked to one side to see a broken and shattered mirror. She could barely make the figure she occupied. Observing the image reflected back, she cupped her breasts and scrutinized them.

With a huff, she threw her hair over her shoulders. “I suppose this body’ll do.” With a pause of resignation, she looked back to the body as it warmed and grew animated. His hair was slowly darkening to chestnut brown, and his eyes were already that same color. His body was slimming as blood was sucked in, glowing ominously.

She grasped her knees as she sank down to eye level. “I see. I’m sorry, but it seems you’ll be so very lonely without him.” She liked her lips. “I can see him now. He was certainly handsome, a little effeminate though.” She closed her eyes and looked inward. “You want to see him again; don’t you? You would do anything to see him.”

She stood. “Very well! I take this body not as a host but as an incarnate. The soul will reside within the Gate of Truth until the end of my judgment, and she will be reborn to be reunited with her soul mate.”

With a whoosh of inexplicable wind, her hair fluttered. She saw the vague outline of the Gate of Truth, and the soul of the woman whose body she took shambled towards it. The greedy hands of lesser shadows reached out and drew her within, but they followed the orders of the one who sent her on her way.

She dismissed the vision with a sad smile before crouching next to the misshapen man. “Poor child, she knew naught her sins.” She petted his chestnut brown hair, and he grasped her arm with a hungry glower to his eyes. In an instant, his body was engulfed in white-hot light. She very lightly intoned his demise. “Judgment.”

As the body disintegrated and returned to its base components, she stood once again and clapped her hands to rid them of filth. “We can’t be having any extra Homunculi running around, now can we?” With a spring in her step, she skipped over to the broken mirror. “Oh, this won’t do. This won’t do at all.”

She pressed her hand against a particularly sharp shard and let her blood flow from the small wound. It closed up quickly enough, but it had the desired effect. The broken shards collected and coalesced into one, solid pane. She looked her figure over with the unbroken reflection. She frowned slightly.

“Ah, that’s the wrong shade of hair!” She whined as she twirled around. The ponytail bounced with momentum and gravity as she came to a stop. Her frown became a pout. “I’ll have to cut it, too. It looks like the poor child did a number on her hair.”

Unlike the doppelganger’s image earlier, the woman’s hair was badly frayed and unevenly cut. Her ponytail was immaculate, but her bangs and sideburns were mismatched. Her hair was pulled, matted, and/or badly crooked. Her usual immaculate appearance was thoroughly shattered in her grief.

She turned on her heals and headed towards the stairs. “There’s no point stressing myself too much. I can take a hot shower and meet up with the others later.” She licked her lips. “I wonder if everybody else is here yet. If I had the Right-Hand of the South, I might be able to find them a lot faster.”

She disappeared around the corner as she was removing her undergarments. Shortly thereafter, the sound of running water could be heard as she prepared to shower or draw a bath.

This...chapter...fought me every inch of the way! It also competed with me for attention as Bleach: Twilight of Mixing Time also wanted my attention, and I got a new idea for (of all things) a Code Geass fan fiction (which will probably be finished near the end of summer). A lot of my original characters wanted their back stories to come out a lot sooner than I want them to, and Lloyd's not helping by being a big jerk to everybody about how he got some spotlight. Ugh, wish me luck... I'll need it.

The last section was not what I originally envisioned for the particular character introduced. It works better, though. I wonder if anybody will figure out who the woman was before the Shadow took her.

Expect the next chapter to show what Mustang and Winry's groups are up to. It's all plot-centric! I sincerely hope you continue to enjoy!

Blatant Self Promotion: Anybody who likes this fiction might want to check out Bleach: Twilight of Mixing Time.

I appreciate comments and constructive criticism, but outright flames will be ignored.

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