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Summery: ScarxEd yaoi. It mostly follows the manga, not the anime. Scar is a State Alchemist killer. Edward Elric is a State Alchemist. Obviously that is not a good base for a relationship. When Ed is forced into the position where he has to trust Scar, things change between them. Like in the manga, Scar is 24 and Ed is 16. There will eventually be a lemon, so NO UNDERAGE READERS!!! This is rated NC-17 for a reason.

This first chapter is second person and uses ‘he’ a lot because we don’t know Scar’s real name and he isn’t Scar yet in this part. Also, the Ishbalan massacre occurred in 1908 and Scar begins attacking State Alchemists in 1914 so that would make Scar 18 in this part.

For the readers who were hoping for another Bleach three shot collection to come out soon, it still will. I just wanted to take a break and write some FMA fan fiction as well.

Disclaimer: I do not own Full Metal Alchemist, nor make any money off writing this story.

The Form of a Man, the Form of a Stone

Ishbal is a harsh land covered in rocks and sand. Because it is such a land, it's probably no surprise that a religion with such strict commandments was born and the people became to strong willed...

Chapter One: Ishbal 1908

Ishbalan people are recognizable by their tan skin and red eyes. But one particular young man of Ishbal that stood out was a tall, muscular 18 year old with a shock of white hair. He was a warrior that was very strictly trained in the art of physical combat. Even amongst such strong people, he was one to be admired.

“Brother!” He called, brushing aside a tent flap to step inside. “Again!” Spread out across his tables were text after text of alchemy.

“Ah, you found me!” The warrior's older brother smiled at him broadly.

“At a time like this you are still doing a thing like that!” The white haired Ishbalan said heatedly.

“You don't have to say it like that.” The brother replied good humorously. “Look at this!” He held up a book. “It's the alchemy of the great eastern country, Xing. It seems they call it 'rentan-jutsu.'”

“Brother! Give up the alchemy! To transform something from it's original shape into something grotesque...”

“In other words, blasphemy against Ishbal.” The brother finished for him. “I don't mean to rebel against Ishbal. I'm just studying alchemy as an art that will guide people towards happiness. The world is constantly moving, in order to compete with the other countries we must go with a new wind!”

“And what is the result of the new wind by siding with Amestris! They killed an innocent child and started this war!”

“This really is worth researching! Xing's alchemy regards the the existence of a power called 'Lungmei' in the ground.”

“Do you think it is familiar with the existence of the god of earth, Ishbal?”

“It's a mysterious link, but because there is a link, there should be effort put into knowing it. That's the reason I'm studying alchemy.”

SWITCH

The dark basement room was furnished with only a large wooden table that dominated the entire space. The military officers surrounding it were eagerly looking into a wooden box with velvet lining. Gleaming on the pillow was an angular red stone that glowed even in the shadowy gloom.

“Now doctor, show it to us.” Dr Marcoh was a stout man with graying hair and a tired face. He felt his very soul tremble as he presented the abomination called the Philosopher’s Stone to the generals. The stone that was made from lives of sacrificed Ishbalan soldiers. The stone that would kill many more Ishbalans. And it was met with glee.

“Wonderful! Good work Marcoh!”

“If we have this the annihilation campaign will be over quickly.”

“We’re counting on you Major Kimbley.”

Dr. Marcoh turned to look at the unknown man sitting at the table, his eyes shrouded in darkness with an evil smirk curling at the corners of his mouth. His long dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail that illuminated his pale visage.

“Oh, I haven’t introduced you yet.” One of the men said to Marcoh, “Zolf. J Kimbley. The Crimson Alchemist.”

“Pleased to meet you. Doctor.” This was the man, the monster, who would be using the stone in order to commit genocide.

Somewhere in the Kanda district of Ishbal, a tan skinned, red eyed man was working on decoding alchemy in order to save their people. Books were piled around him as he stared intently down onto the parchment with a stricken look on his face. His eyebrows furrowed as he came across a realization. What…? What is this uncomfortable feeling? There is something strange with this country’s alchemy!!!

In the same dark basement Kimbley and an older military man with round spectacles and a bald head. They were discussing where continue their next act plots to massacre

“It’s the Kanda district. A couple of Amestrians have stayed on since before the annihilation campaign.”

“Really? That’s impressive.” Kimbley said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

“It’s quite a problem.” Said the other man irritably, “They’ve even refused to hear out our recent request for them to return home and they’re still continuing to treat Ishbalans.”

“That’s good. I like humans who stick to their intentions.” The bald man across from him gave him a disgruntled look. Kimbley didn’t care what the other man thought to be truthful. He hated dealing with these simpering men who were more political than military. “Oh, excuse me… So that is why this unit is at a stand still?”

“Humph. Even if we were to protect those two, they’re right in the thick of the enemy’s position. I anticipate a fairly large loss.” He took off his glasses and cleaned them ritualistically. “It really is quite a problem” His eyes were wide in a permanent expression of surprise as he started at the state alchemist. “Before we could go save them, if those two were to //accidentally get caught up in the war and die//, what shall we do? Right Crimson Alchemist?”

A cruel smile crossed Kimbley’s face and a rare look of contentment graced him, “That’s right, by accident.” No more needed to be said between them.

A tall, muscular Ishbalan young man with white hair ran through the streets of the Kanda district to his brother’s tent. “Brother! The national military has come really close! Just leave that research behind and…” He trailed off as his brother showed no reaction to his news.

“Wait…It’s only a little more…” His brother muttered as he continued to study the research.

His eyes widened in surprise as he caught sight of his brother’s arms. “What are those tattoos?” He asked in confusion.

“Oh, these?” His brother lifted his arms to stare at the tattoos. Different alchemy designs and symbols adorned bother of them, circling his arms. “The basics of alchemy are analysis, deconstruction and reconstruction.” He explained, “This right arm is deconstruction. The left arm is reconstruction. I researched the eastern rentan-jutsu and arranged it to my own liking…”

“Those things aren’t worth worrying about!” The young man said heatedly, eyes blazing in aggravation. “The military-

“Hey stop!” Another Ishbalan man came in and gripped his shoulder, guiding him out of the tent.

“Why do you stop me!? Even now my brother is still doing research that goes against God!!!”

“We’re begging you, please restrain yourself.” The men pleaded. “Your brother’s research might save Ishbal.”

“What?” He asked in disbelief.

“Did you hear? About the state alchemists…” One trailed off meaningfully.

“They say they’re being thrown in as weapons and are devastating Ishbal with their power.” Said the second hatefully.

“I know! I’ve already heard that they’ve come close to here!” The white haired man said in exasperation. “What does that have to do with my brother?”

The three Ishbalan men glanced at each other meaningfully. “He might find a way to gain a massive power that could not only rival the state alchemists, but surpass them and attack the national military.”

“With a power that could surpass power…” One said with a greedy gleam in his eyes.

“We’ll retaliate against them with alchemy!”

“We’ll make them play with blood!” Their faces twisted with hate and blood lust.

He could only stare at them in disbelief. /Look brother…/ He clenched his fists. /This is the alchemy you are devoted to…/

“Even if you hope it’s for the people and happiness, no one will see it that way!” Scar screamed out loud.

Then a building next to them exploded in a cloud of flame and smoke, sending debris and people everywhere. Scar was thrown to the ground in the blast but quickly recovered.

“The national military has begun their attack!”

On a hill overlooking the district stood a smirking Kimbley cracking his fingers. His palms were tattooed with an alchemist circle. “Now then. Let’s get to work.”

Down in the district the white-haired man ran through the streets he came across a group of Amestrian soldiers. His jaw set in determination and he flew at them, grabbing one of their riffles and catching the soldier in the face with his elbow. With a series of rapid flying kicks and hits he took the group of soldiers down. He moved on, racing through the streets, trying to find his family.

“Brother! Father! Mother!” He called out as he leaped over low stone walls.

“Hey!”

His head whipped to the side as he caught sight of a group of people. His family was there as well as a few others.

“You were okay!” He almost sighed in relief.

“Yeah, nothing serious. Luckily we were just getting ready to escape.” Said his father. “The attacks from the west are intense. Let’s run to the east.”

“Everyone’s rushing towards the east. Don’t you think we’ll appear as a target?” Asked his mother worriedly.

“It seems a state alchemist is here!” Another man said in panic.

“What a bother! If it were only ten or twenty soldiers I could do something about it!”

The group continued to discuss amongst themselves what action they should take while the large man’s brother spoke to him on the side. “Hey, hold on to this.” He handed the white haired Ishbalan a stack of parchments that were bound together.

“What is this?”

“It’s my research notes.” The younger brother’s eyes widened in surprise and didn’t take the note from him. “I was only able to take this much with me. Take it and run away.”

“Wait a minute!” The brother shoved the notes into the young man’s shirt.

“If something were to happen to me my research would go to waste.”

“Hey! You should just take it and run yourself!”

“You’re a magnificent warrior priest who underwent strict training. Isn’t more probable for you to survive than me?” He smiled slightly at the large man. “Look…as soon as I’m thrown into a battle, my legs won’t stop shaking. What a pitiful excuse for an older brother.”

“Brother…” The younger brother said reassuringly, then his eyes widened as he caught sight of a figure standing on the roof of the building by them. It was a soldier with dark haired pulled back into a ponytail. “A soldier!” He hissed and stepped in front of his mother protectively, preparing to fight.

The soldier stretched his arms out to either sight of him and the older brother caught sight of his palms. “A transmutation circle!”

The soldier clapped his hands together and thrust them at the ground in a recognizable gesture. “A state alchemist!” They cried out in fear. The ground split and churned as it zigzagged towards the group and directly at the younger brother.

“Brother! Get down!” The older brother yelled and threw himself in front of him as the ground exploded.

Up on the roof the Crimson Alchemist laughed maniacally, screaming with glee. “Wonderful!” His voice carried over the buildings. “Wonderful Philosopher’s Stone!”

Down on the ground the older brother staggered with blood dripping off of him, “Hang in there…Don’t die…” His eyes trailed over his younger brother’s prone form and stilled at his arm. Where it should have been there was a bloody stump rapidly staining the ground around him. “Your arm…” He gripped what was left of the arm tightly in a crude mockery of a tourniquet, “Damn…the blood…it won’t stop…” Realization gripped him in agony. “He’s going to die…” He looked around desperately. “The arm, where’s my little brother’s arm!”

Sobs threatened to break out of his chest, “Mom…dad…someone…anyone!” He reached his hand out to no one as desperation gripped him, “Someone…” His eyes riveted down to his arms…his tattooed arms. He pressed them against his little brother’s bloody stump of an arm. “Live…You can’t die…” His little brother would live. Alchemy crackled in the air, surrounding the two brothers.

SWITCH

I heard voices in the dark. But what they were saying didn’t make any sense.

“Run away! We didn’t treat you just to let you die! If you don’t hurry, all the escape routes will be gone!”

“What are you going to do doctor?”

Where am I? Where is my brother? The last thing I remembered was my brother standing in front of me to try and protect me from the blast. How stupid, he protected me, please don’t die! My eyes opened slightly and I saw a young Ishbalan boy in hospital scrubs dotted in blood.

“What is this place?” I said weakly.

“Don’t move! Your wounds will open!” The boy said desperately. I saw my brother’s tattooed arm out of the corner of my eye. Ahh, it’s brother’s arm…Thanks goodness brother was saved… My eyes opened the rest of the way and I realized something was wrong with this picture. I flexed my own hand and so did brother’s…

“Wh…at?” The bandages crisscrossing over the middle of my forehead and underneath my eyes obscured my vision a little, but not /that/ much.

“WHAT IS THIS!?” I screamed in despair. If I had my brother’s arm, where was my brother!?

“Sedatives!” The Dr. Rockbell yelled to his wife.

“There aren’t any! We ran out with the last patient!”

“A state alchemist…” Memories flashed through my mind. “Amestrians… Unforgivable…” He caught sight of the two Amestrian doctors. “You… You bastards…” I grabbed a surgical knife that was resting on a tray beside the bed I was lying in. “Doctor Rockbell!!!”

I couldn’t help but notice that their blood and mine looked so similar. The same red liquid welled up in the cuts that welled up in mine. But they killed my brother! They deserved to pay!

I walked. Bloody bandages from the wound on my face slipping down to bar my vision. I didn’t care. My right arm- my /brother’s/ right arm- gripped the research papers tightly. I walked up the rise and fell to my knees. It was destroyed… Kanda was destroyed! There was nothing there but massive craters and destruction… I screamed out my agony to the world.

I got up off my knees and walked. I didn’t know where I was walking. It didn’t matter. But I had to move. I had to do something for fear that my rage and pain would consume me.

“My family.”

All dead.

“My companions.”

Dead.

“Even the land of my god…Everything to protect is gone…”

But I am still here. I still remain standing.

“But what is this strength the moves my feet forward?”

I will move on. For my brother. My mother. My father. I ripped off my bandages angrily.

“It’s revenge!!! This one body, only for revenge… I will survive!!!”

LINE

This is a trial run to see if anybody is interested in reading this ScarxEd story. So if you want to read this, review and tell me. I'm not going to write a story nobody wants to read.

I am also looking for a beta who, ideally, has also read the manga.