When it hurts to remember


"When it hurts to remember, never forget that everything I did was done for you."

Almost lifeless golden eyes opened and looked around the room. Six other people stood around the room, and instantly the anticipation written on their faces became clear.

"You're the new Pride." a woman with black hair stated as she folded her arms over her chest. "I'm Lust, that's Wrath, Greed, Gluttony, Sloth..." the woman, Lust, trailed on before being interrupted.

"And I'm Envy." a tall girl...no boy, with long greenish black hair stated as he jabbed a thumb to his own chest. He oddly resembled a...dare I say it? A palm tree...?

The new Pride dropped to his knees, and stared into what looked like a puddle of blood. Sure enough the person he though he was, was gone.

The hair that he'd worked so hard to keep in a braid spilled over his shoulders in golden waves. Red markings adorned his body, and sure enough the mark of the Homuculi rested on his shoulder.

He looked at his dead reflection in the water. How could this have happened? He'd just wanted to get his brother's body back.

He racked his brain for the memory of how this happened, but none came. "Let's get out of this dump. Father's waiting for us." an impatient Envy stated.

Pride tried to stand up on his own feet, but fell back to the cold, hard cemented ground. "Can you walk?" the voice of a woman came. Pride figured that this woman was Sloth.

Pride tried again, but to no avail. Everyone stared at the youngest homuclus. Envy rolled his eyes, and proceeded to pick the younger up.

Once safely in his arms, the boy passed out. This was just too much for him to comprehend.

"Ed, are you sure you're going to be okay while I'm gone?" a familiar voice called from a shared bed room. "Yeah, I'll be fine." The impatient reply of a certain full metal alchemist resonated from the living room.


Okay here's the prologue. I know it's short, and I promise to try and make the chapters longer. Please read and review. If you review you'll make me update faster. I'll try to update at least once a week. This story is something that's been swimming around in my head for God knows how long, so please be nice. Oh, and no flames. I eat flames for breakfast.