She was dying. Her lungs burnt begging for air. Blood pooled in her throat keeping her from drawing even the smallest of breaths. The sticky hot red liquid gently trailed from the corner of her lips, down the side of her face to mingle with the vastly growing puddle around her body. Glossy blue eyes watched her friends as they fought for their lives.

Death had been a long time fear of her’s, but now that it was here claiming her as it’s own, she could only find peace. Finally after four long years, the foul creature known as Naraku was purified from this earth. Her friends could finally rest easy, live their lives together and never worry about the deceit and pain caused from the evil hanyou again.

Her duty to the Shikon No Tama was complete. The jewel was whole and pure, nestled in the palm of her left hand. Everything she had promised to do had been done and now she could die without regrets. Tears burnt as they swelled in her dulling eyes, their droplets instantly lost in the sea of red.

There were so many things left unsaid between her and the people she grew to love over the years. And yet, she couldn’t not bring herself to rethink her choice. She had done what she believed was right and she had saved her friends in the processes. That was all that truly matter to her.

Her eyesight started to blur as the world around her spun. It was only minutes now before her body would shut down. Her left hand tightened against the cursed babble that had caused all this pain and suffering. Given to her in life, it was only fitting that she would die upon it’s return. The wish would be made and the jewel would vanish taking her along with it.

She wanted to laugh at the irony. They had fought so long and so hard to bring the jewel back together. They had fought so hard for her death. Clearly, it would have always ended this way. She was born from the jewel, without it, it was only logical she would parish. Her insane laughter gargled the liquid in her throat.

As the last of Naraku’s detachments died, she finally let go of life. Allowing herself to slip into the welcoming darkness that only death could bring. Her chest stilled, breathing out her final breath. Her eyes slid shut and the smile on her lips froze upon her face. Her left hand unclenched and the small pink ball rolled lifelessly away from her body.

“Kagome,” Inuyasha screamed, “where is Kagome?”

“I didn’t see her,” Miroku tried to calm the frantic hanyou, “she might have…”

His words died on his lips when he noticed the tall imposing white figure walking toward a lifeless body. The usually regal lord looked defeated. His shoulder, ever so slightly, drooped. His usually liquid gold eyes lost it’s lustre, resembling more of an amber in colour. Miroku’s body tensed when he noticed the red and white outfit the deceased was wearing.

“No,” Sango gasped, “no, it can’t be.”

Inuyasha took notice immediately, his ears flattened against his head. He took hesitant steps toward his older half-brother. Sesshomaru squatted next to Kagome’s prone figure. His facing taking on a haunted quality as he stared in morbid fascination at the female’s body. Her body was littered in holes, inflicted upon her by Naraku’s tentacles before he had given into her reiki and his soul was purified.

“She… she died alone,” Shippo whimpered, burying his face into her hair, “mama.”

“She died to save us. All she ever wanted was for us to be happy,” Sango gave a choked sob, trying to fight the rising tears.

“It never occurred to her that for us to be happy, it required her here,” Miroku whispered brokenly, the novelty of not having the wind tunnel no longer seemed worth it.

“Sesshomaru,” Inuyasha tentatively laid a hand on the Taiyoukai’s shoulder.

Hollow amber eyes surrounded by red stared up at him. The hanyou gulped in fear and shock. Out of all of them, he would suffer the most. Kagome, the woman who had showed him how to love and be loved. The one that opened his heart and showed him life. The one he loved above all others. Whom he was going to ask to be his mate after Naraku’s demise.

“What is it you want from me, Inuyasha,” his voice seemed small, easily lost in the soft spring breeze.

“Can you not use Tenseiga,” Inuyasha asked, eyeing the blade of healing.

“Her soul… no longer resides in her body. It is held within the former priestess,” his words cut deeper then any blade ever could.

“The only way to bring her back is to kill… Kikyo,” he whispered, already knowing the answer and yet afraid to hear it.

“Yes.”

“Inuyasha,” Miroku stepped up next to his best friend, “is Lady Kikyo’s life worth more to you then Lady Kagome’s?”

“I…”

“Kikyo had her turn,” Sango wiped her tears away with harsh hands, “Kagome deserves to live. Kagome wasn’t meant to die!”

“Kikyo…”

“She is my mama,” Shippo hissed, “she has people that love her and want her alive. She has family and friends and us! She has US! She helped us, protected us, fought with us and made all of this possible. Our thanks to her should be giving her the life she so deserves!”

“Can you not think of someone other then yourself for once, Inuyasha,” Sesshomaru’s words, thou mono-toned, hit home.

The look on his brother’s face, the sadness in his eyes, reminded Inuyasha of the day he was told that Kikyo had passed away. It would not be fair for Sesshomaru to suffer the way he had. He would not wish that kind of pain on any other. His amber eyes caught sight of the bauble. The small pink ball that Kagome had tried to protect, even in death.

This was all his fault. He crouched down and gently picked up the small jewel between his pointer finger and thumb. Flecks of blood covered it’s surface, but the brightness of it showed it still remained pure. He curled his hand around it, wanting nothing more then to make it disappear.

“It’s all my fault. I was the one that wanted the jewel. My greed for this stupid thing caused Kikyo to lose her life and now Kagome. If I hadn’t kept her here, if I hadn’t forced her to stay by my side and find those damn shards, none of this would have happened. She never would have died. I wish this damn thing didn’t exist any more,” he snarled angrily.

“Some things happen that are out of our control,” Miroku tired to reassure his friend.

A warmth started in his hand causing his fingers to slide and touch his palm. Confused he uncurled his fingers to find nothing but air. His hand was empty, the pink gem was gone, just like that. It had vanished into thin air as if it hadn’t existed.

“No,” he nearly screamed, “no that wasn’t what I meant! She can’t have died for nothing!”

Another scene that came to me while working on my FMAB story.

“Alphonse,” Kaiya whispered, staring in horror as the circle around his armored body glowed, “ALPHONSE!”

His body began to disappear, leaving behind thin air. Her eyes transfixed on Edward, his human arm appearing in place of the missing automail. He flexed his hand, staring at it in horror filled awe. Her heart hurt, beating at a rapid pace. Tears leaked down her cheeks to spill upon the ground beneath her knees. Alphonse was gone. He had given up his life, his soul to give his brother back his arm.

“No,” she begged, “no, he can’t… he can’t be gone. Alphonse!”

She stood on shaky automail legs, slowly stumbling towards a mourning May. The small girl cried into her hands, trying not to think about what she had just done. Kaiya dropped to her knees in the middle of the circle. May startled glancing up at the dark skinned woman.

“What are you doing,” May’s whisper was almost drowned out by the sound of Edward fighting the man called father.

“I’m saving him,” Kaiya gave her a small smile, “when he returns… when he comes back,” her hands clinched into fists, “tell him that I love him, okay? Tell him that I’m sorry.”

Clapping her hands together she transmuted some metal from her arm into a small knife. Carefully she carved the same transmutation symbol over her heart and on her right arm. Using the blood she drew the symbol on her left arm and legs. She gritted her teeth through the pain, forcing herself to slice open her wrists, spilling her blood to fill the very inner circle.

May cried out for her to stop, but was to afraid to cross into the circle. She wasn’t sure what would happen if she was in the circle with Kaiya when she preformed the transmutation. Everyone around her was too preoccupied with Edward’s battle to even notice what Kaiya was doing.

Clapping her hands again, she steeled herself for what she was about to do. She was going to give up her life, her body and soul to bring Alphonse back. He was going to live, no matter what she had to do. She was going to give him back his life and let him experience the world once more with a living body. It was their dream, everyone’s dream. Everyone that knew the boys looked forward to this day and she would be damned if she let him die.

Her hands pressed hard into her chest, starting the transmutation. The bright light blinded her, stealing away her sight before the large doors appeared in front of her. A shiver of fear danced down her body, tingling her all the way down to her toes. Almost eight years had passed since she had seen it, the gate of truth.

“What brings you here this time,” a hollow voice spoke up from behind her.

Whipping around she stared in fascination at the person, or lack there of, in front of her. It’s whole body was white, shining against the shadowy like outline around it. It smiled wickedly, showing off the perfect white teeth underneath. Involuntarily she took a step back, bumping into the gate.

“I want,” her mouth ran dry, “I want you to give Alphonse his life back, his body, everything.”

The creature tilted it’s head, “shouldn’t that be the elder Elric’s request, not yours?”

She shook her head, “no, this is my request. This is my choice.”

“And what will you give for his return?”

The question settled like lead in the pit of her stomach. Whatever way she answered this it could go wrong. Fisting her hands by her side she stood up tall. She wouldn’t back down. She came here for a reason and she was going to see it through. Alphonse deserved his life, deserved to live, and she was going to give him that freedom so that Edward wouldn’t have to pay the toll.

“My life,” she stated simply, “my body, my soul. You can have me in exchange.”

The creature’s grin spread wider, a wicked sounding laughter spilling from it’s clinched teeth. The gate behind her opened, it’s doors creaking on their hinges. Kaiya turned back around, staring in horror at the things inside the gate. Many eyes peered out at her, their formless hands beckoning her to join them.

A hand wrapped around her wrist. It felt cold and clammy against her skin, like some form of snake. It’s grip tightened, causing a bruise to appear moments before the bones gave way. A loud sickening crack filled the silence accompanied by her scream of agony. Her legs buckled and with a single tug, she was pulled into the darkness. The gates behind her closed, cutting off all light, leaving her to the hands of the creatures within.

~~~*~~~

Alphonse groaned softly as he became aware of his surroundings. Somewhere to his far left someone was screaming in pain, as if their life was being stripped from them. To his right he could hear crying, wailing mournful sobs. His eyes cracked open taking in the light of the sun with a real body for the first time in many years.

His body was covered by a coat, someone who had noticed his return had covered him. Under him a warm liquid coated his skin, soaking into his blonde hair. Lifting his hand he was shocked to find it covered in blood. He felt no pain so he knew it wasn’t his own. Turning his head toward to the right he found May, bawling into her hands, her tiny body shaking in her sorrow. The screaming stopped only to be replaced by shouts of victory.

“Did we win, Lieutenant,” Roy asked.

“We did, sir. But, Alphonse,” her eyes roamed over to where the metal body had disappeared from, she gasped when she saw Alphonse laying in a puddle of blood.

“Alphonse,” Edward cried out in relief running to his brother’s side.

He dropped down to his knees, smoothing away the long over grown hair from his brother’s face. Alphonse smiled up at him. The only healthy feature on him was his golden brown eyes. His hair was long and unkempt, now matted with blood. Edward’s eyes widened as he took in the blood surrounding Al’s body.

“Who’s blood is this,” Edward asked, his voice harsh and desperate in his fear, “who’s blood is this?”

Everyone grew silent, looking around their numbers to see who could possibly be missing. May forced herself to stop crying, whipping viciously at the tears on her cheeks. She looked up into Ed’s worried golden eyes. He could tell she knew and he could tell she didn’t want to say. She didn’t want to bring them pain.

“May, you know,” Ed stated, “who was it?”

She bit the inside of her cheeks as new tears began to build. Her hands clinched into fists, her head bowing in defeat. Whether she told them or not, they were going to find out. They were going to realize that Kaiya was missing and put two and two together.

“May,” Alphonse called to her, his voice rough from disuse, “who’s blood am I laying in?”

“It was,” she paused for a moment glancing between the Elric brothers, “it was Kaiya.”

“Where is she,” Edward looked around, “if she is this hurt, she needs to see a doctor!”

Once more tears streamed down her face, “that won’t be necessary.”

“Why,” Al begged, “what happened? Where is Kaiya?”

“She,” May sobbed, “she gave up her life to bring Alphonse back.”

A hush fell around them. Ed and Al both frozen still in their shock. Al closed his eyes, feeling the salty water rush down his temples.

“She,” Al’s voice cracked, “she’s gone.”

“No,” Ed shook his head, “that can’t be! We went through all of this hell together! She fought by our side! She was suppose to be here when Al got his body back! This is wrong!”

“Before she… before she preformed the transmutation, she told me to tell you that she was sorry and that she loves you.”

The pain that erupted in his chest forced a agonising sob from his lips.

“All she ever wanted, all she ever talked about was getting Alphonse’s body back. She promised that she would be with us every step of the way,” Ed said mournfully.

“Didn’t she see,” Alphonse whispered in misery, “one of the reasons I wanted my body back was so I could finally be there for her? To comfort her when she cried? So that she could finally give me that kiss she promised she would give me the day I got my body back.”

“Al,” Ed reached out with tentative fingers, brushing them against his brother’s forehead.

“Brother,” he begged, “couldn’t she see that I loved her too?”

“I’m sure she did, Al,” tears leaked down his face, dripping onto his pants, “it was her love for you that made her want to give her life to save you and it was your love for her that gave her the strength to make it through.”

I am in the middle of working on a FMAB story and this little piece just came to me and I couldn’t stop myself from writing it. This piece itself is also unfinished as it might not even be put in the actual story itself.

She gasped, her back pressed hard against the wall, pinned by his soft warm body. His lips pressed soft kisses down her neck making her shiver in delight. Her hands greedily touched every inch of skin she could reach, her hands restricted to only his chest and back, his pants still stubbornly clinging to his waist.

His silky smooth healthy skin felt amazing under her fingers, more pleasurable then the cold metal that used to be. The buttons on her blouse finally came undone the material dropping to the ground forgotten. His blunt nails and soft fingertips left fires under her skin. She cried out in ecstasy as he pulled her nipple into his mouth, sucking the soft delicate flesh.

“Alphonse,” she murmured, burying her fingers into his short blonde hair.

“Kaiya,” he responded, his lips trailing down her stomach.

“Do you think we should be,” she shivered, feeling his hot breath fan across the skin of her stomach right above her pants, “doing this?”

“Do you want me to stop,” his fingers stopped in their attempt to undo her pants, his eyes staring up at her with adoration and love.

“No,” she shook her head, “I want to have you, all of you.”

“Then I won’t stop,” he pushed her pants down her automail legs, “I don’t want to stop.”

She hissed in shock when her underwear was slid from her body, baring her core to the cold air. His eyes looked up at her in askance. A blush bloomed across her cheeks before she spread her legs wider, allowing him the access he had been asking for. His bright pink tongue darted out tentatively touching the sensitive flesh in front of him.

Her head fell back, a loud wanton moan echoing around the room. His right hand slipped up, inserting one finger, then two into her. The velvet soft walls enclosed around the intuition. His eyes widened, his erection straining harder again their material prison. Her hand appeared on his shoulders gently pushing him backwards.

He stood and allowed her to lead him to the bed, laying on it when she instructed him to do so. His eyes widened when she stripped the remaining clothes from him and engulfed his throbbing flesh in her mouth. He hissed in pleasure, his hands fisted into the sheets on the bed.