Story: Empathy, Chapter 1 ((Human AU)) This will be eventual/slowbuild Lustvy...
After watching FMA 2003, I just wanted Envy to find love in some family even if it's not in the canon world. And his suicide in Brotherhood reiterates my point.
William hated humans; Couldn't relate to them at all. He looked down on their irrational judgement. However, hypocritically enough, he himself was short-tempered and often prone to violent outbursts and most kids avoided him out of fear or because they would be guilty by association. Needless to say it had proven to be pretty much impossible to retain friendships for William. It wasn't that he actually cared, though. Humanity was shit, after all, and he didn't need "friends", for they would only hold him back. In fact, William sometimes pushed people away like it was a game, and it could even be considered routine for him. So unless asked to by a superior, he was left alone.
Even his family typically left him alone, the only one that dared to interfere with him when his door said do not disturb was, of course, Edward. "Hey, Wil, it's time to get up."
Willaim groaned at hearing the voice from the other side of the door. He really didn't want to get up today.
"You in there...? Hey!" Edward rose his voice, plain out pissing his older brother off. Impatient as hell.
"Shut up! I hear you, you stupid pipsqueak!"
"Don't call me short when I was just trying to wake you up, geez!
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I offend you, midget? I was already awake, so you were just being an annoyance." Willaim snapped maliciously. Not in the mood to be sociable.
"How was I supposed to tell the difference when your door is always closed?! Ugh, I'm done with you!"
As he heard Edward walk off and his steps disappeared down the hallway, William sat up in his bed, letting the covers fall down too his side.
Unknown to anybody but himself, faded scars and cuts littered his arms. They were covered by the jacket he always wore, or by a type of skin makeup that's really good at hiding scars unless somebody was looking for scars. So nobody would find out, unless they looked for it. And he doubted anybody would care enough to look for it. When he felt the need to dissociate or when his anger got to him too much, he didn't really think and would channel out his pent up frustration and pain through a physical pain. Nobody knew anything about it, and he had no plans of telling anybody about it either. It was his escape and it wasn't like he did it but once a week or so, anyway. He knew his limit and wasn't stupid enough to cut too deep. Not that he hadn't thought about it.
He looked himself in the mirror after slipping on some clothes and his black jacket. He brushed his long hair which insisted on looking like a fucking palm tree. He sighed, then made his way down stairs.
Walking down the hallway, he smelled pancakes.
Trisha was the first to notice his presence. "Oh, good morning Willaim."
Said teen just grunted in response. Scanning the room, he realized, Hohenheim had still not returned. Sometimes, he would go off for days and it was on those days William was oddly the most bitter. William didn't like Hohenheim at all, for too many reasons to count. The bastard had messed around with his mother, and then realized he screwed up when he saw she had a child. And rarely ever cared enough to visit him. And to top it off his bitchy mother was constantly talking shit about his father, and he didn't know what to believe. And then Dante and Hohenheim got into a huge fight one day and broke off everything. Despite the few promises Dante had made to her son, Dante just ended up dumping him on the father in the end. And Hohenheim started making promises to make up for what he had done, but he had simply started doing the same things as before. He didn't mind Trisha, but at the same time, he couldn't stand that she never seemed bothered by much and took everything with a kind smile. Somehow it still pissed him off, just like everybody else did. Scratch that, Trisha was just as bad.
"You should have said good morning, Brother. That's not very polite, you know."
"Whatever, I wasn't asking for your opinion, Alphonse." Willaim simply was in a bad mood and felt like being pissed off today. It was all he could do. Envying people and being a bitter person in general was all he seemed to be able to do anyway. It wasn't like he had any special talents to spend his time on.
"Sorry..." Alphonse looked away, ashamed. He could tell that his eldest Brother was not feeling well, and wished he could do something.
"You don't have to be so hateful towards Al just because your in a bad mood, you know!" Edward snapped.
"In case you hadn't noticed, I'm always in a bad mood!" Willaim retorted, glaring.
"Yeah, well-"
"That's enough, boys." Trisha cut them off in a soft voice, bringing a pile of pancakes to the table than Edward and Alphonse were sitting at. "Now let's eat, okay? You can't grow up strong without your nutrition."
"Oh, wow. These look delicious, mom!" Alphonse said, but the air still felt stiff now. Willaim sighed.
"I'm not hungry. I'm leaving."
Before Trisha could turn around say anything, William had already left, slamming the front door behind him.
"What the hell is his problem...?" Edward grumbled. "Just because he's irritated doesn't mean he has to irritate everybody else.
"Language, Edward."
"No, I mean it. William pisses me off sometimes." Edward, not paying his mother much mind. Trisha sighed.
"I hope he's okay..." Alphonse mumbled, in worry.
"I couldn't care less..." Edward mocked. Even though Trisha and Alphonse knew that Edward was just too prideful to admit that he was worried as well.
End of Chapter 1
A/N: What did you guys think? After watching FMA 2003, I just wanted Envy to find love in some family even if it's not in the canon world. And his suicide in Brotherhood reiterates my point.
