Title: Eyes
Characters: Envy
Summary: Sadism: Receiving pleasure from other people's pain.
Disclaimer: If I owned FMA then I wouldn't be poor and this wouldn't be fanfic.
Warnings: Spoilers for the series, some strong language.

Sadism: Receiving pleasure from other people's pain.

The way envy understood this idea was that it had something to do with sex – that someone would receive sexual pleasure from the pain of others. For himself, he wasn't quite so sure about the sex part since . . . well such things never really bothered him; but he certainly derived pleasure from other people's pain. Or, rather, one person in particular. He hadn't quite been able to do anything directly yet since the bastard had disappeared, but that only gave him time to develop the perfect revenge.

In the meantime, Envy did as he was told (mostly), following Dante's orders, when he felt like it and allowing her to feed his hatred of That Man. Oh, he knew she did it on purpose, that she was just using him for her own ends, but that was fine by him, because he was using her too. Let her keep thinking that she was in control of him – she was fucking delusional anyway – just so long as she stayed out of his way when the time finally came for him to destroy That Man. As long as she gave him that, she could play her little games all she wanted.

The other homunculi didn't seem to realize that Dante was doing this – that she was just using them all – but that was fine by him too; the less of them that knew, the better. Besides, he couldn't expect them to really know. Lust was emotional to the point of idiocy; Gluttony was . . . well, an idiot; Pride and Sloth seemed to be on some kind of power trip, thinking that they were actually on equal footing with Dante – they were both idiots; and Greed . . . well, Greed didn't really think too much of anything anymore did he? Because he'd been an idiot too. That was all fine with Envy too, so long as they didn't get in his way when the time came. Whenever that would be.

It seemed like it was taking longer and longer for him to finally achieve his ultimate goal. Dante was supposed to be helping him find the bastard, but Envy knew that she was only giving him excuses and not doing a damned thing. That was alright, though, because he was doing a search of his own. He'd find the bastard by himself and then he'd kill him. But first, he'd destroy That Man's sons – ruin their lives; break them apart inside and out; and then, he'd let That Man watch as he killed them both.

And now that Dante was officially giving them permission to go after the two brats, it just made it that much easier. Envy hunted them down like the disgusting rodents they were; how That Man could have ever loved them, Envy would never know. Whenever he saw them it just made him sick. He tried to control himself and not just beat in their faces until they were completely unrecognizable, but when he saw that blonde hair and those damned yellow eyes, he just wanted to rip them out and choke the brat with them. He might have too – he might have killed the both of them long ago – if not for the reminder that it would be so much sweeter if That Man got to watch.

So Envy controlled himself, held himself back, mostly by simply tormenting the two brats. Sometimes by screwing with their minds, taking on the images of their loved ones – Sloth would have been wonderful with that if the little bitch had cooperated with him – but mostly he enjoyed killing their loved ones more. The innocent people that had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. That was one of the reasons that he had taken so much pleasure in killing the troublemaker in the Investigations Department. He'd been so close to the brats that Envy just knew that it would kill them when they found out.

That and those eyes. Those damned yellow eyes! Even if he had to wait for That Man, at least he'd managed to destroy one pair of them.

-End