Authors note: First of all this is my very first time writing anything, and I would like some crit on the story. It would help me out a lot, thank you.
With that out of the way I want to talk about the story itself: It's obviously about Ishval, the homuculi's involvement and how Solf J. Kimblee came to work for them. It will have some slight, dark romance between Kimblee and Envy because, well, I like the paring. (And I think its the only paring that actually works with Envy)They're both favourites of mine, Kimblee and Envy but for more than their looks and that I like to see hot anime characters shagging. Thats not what I want to portray here and on that note, seeing as this is Brotherhood I will not write Envy as having a positive gender. So I wouldn't like to count this as "yaoi" Envy is genderless. However, I am guilty of seeing Envy as more of a girl then a guy, not just by its appearance. I've always seen Envy as more female then male, to me Envy comes across as the badass, manipulative villainess character. Please enjoy!
Central, Amestris – 1901.
Chapter 1: Cruel Ambitions.
The Fuhrer of Amestris: A great man, brave and loyal, ever vigilant; protector and commander of the entire country... Or at least, that is what they want you to believe.
"They" were a mysterious force, existing for centuries. However, relatively un-heard of in today's ever changing world; there existed seven monsters- created from humanity's most negative emotions: the seven deadly sins- otherwise known as 'Vice sins' or 'Capital sins', the seven basic sins from which all others arise. These creatures came to call themselves "homunculi", a Latin word literately meaning: "little human", however, they were neither little nor human- in fact far from it; possessing odd – supernatural powers, heightened strength, speed and astonishing regenerative properties.
In their dark, dank underground fortress sat the figure of a man, elderly but majestic in appearance- he sat on what appeared to be a large stone throne in the middle of the room. There were a few tables and many pipes, running across the floor, up the walls and through the ceiling, but all things seemed to be 'connected' to the man- and the throne in the centre of the room. The mysterious being, brought a hand up to his bearded face, stroking the hair gently, clearly in a state of deep thought. His brows furrowed as he pondered. It had been some time now since Fuhrer King Bradley had given the orders to move the Amestrian soldiers into Ishval. As far as anyone on the surface knew the relatively minor clashes between Amestrisan's and Ishvalan's were quite trivial- most to do with culture and religion; the Ishvalan's being people of a very backwards little country where old religious and cultural beliefs still played a huge part in one's daily life- and the Amestrian's being a more 'developed' country. In truth, Ishval had long been a target- in the beings known as 'Homunculi's' plan, destine for annihilation and now the time had come- all the rounds were loaded and ready to fire, the mysterious being simply needed to find a hand to pull the trigger. "Envy my child." He spoke in his usual clam manner, causing a small, androgynous figure to appear in the darkness.
Sitting up- the homunculus known as Envy brought itself closer to the throne of the man speaking, after hearing its name called through the darkness. The homunculus itself was quite small and slender- but toned, clearly having some defined muscle; it had long, wispy, dark hair with a slight greenish tint- a clear reference to the idiom 'Green with Envy' "Yes, Father?" The jealous sin asked, quite curiously, with the slight tilt of its head- eyes fixed on the mysterious figure of a man- perched, boredly on the large stone throne before it.
The being that the jealous sin referred to as "father" was the one in charge- and the one responsible for the creation of the creatures known as "Homunculi", as his name might imply. He was- in fact, a homunculus himself, well over five hundred years old; he was the one behind all the great bloodsheds that had taken place over the past four-hundred years, Ishval was one of the last targets in his master plan. "I would like you to travel to Ishval and help kick things off. I will have Wrath take care of the rest." He said in his usual cool tone; however, his lips curling into a most wicked smirk as he gave the order to his homunculus child- the living carnation of his envy. This same envy drove him to create the other homunculi in the first place; which he called his "children".
"Yes, Father." The homunculus nodded, sharing its father's wicked smirk, momentarily, before turning and walking towards the exit; a huge staircase, leading up into darkness. The homunculus climbed the stairs, grinning like a Cheshire cat from ear to ear, pondering on what it would do to cause an uproar amongst the Ishvalan people. What a fun job it had been given! And so spoilt for choice on how to cause chaos and dismay amongst the humans; something the jealous homunculus truly enjoyed. This enjoyment of watching the humans- those it perceived as lower then itself- suffer was a reflection of the sin it was named for. Envy; a feeling of grief or repining, with a longing to possess the equal fortune of another. In the homunculus's case, deep down inside; it longed for family and friends. Support and love; the very kind that the humans so easily possessed. It was unable to fathom how a creature so below itself was able to effortlessly achieve such a great thing- while it itself could not. In fact, the homunculus didn't truly understand "love" It had an idea of love, however, which it had gathered from its one-hundred seventy three years of life… A great deal of that life spent amongst humans, simply blending in and finding cruel ways to make the poor unsuspecting beings suffer for the thing it lacked and so much wanted to have.
The homunculus made its way to the top of the stairs and down a long narrow, dark corridor. The place fairly resembled the large room he had just came from- many pipes running across the wall's and the ceiling. There were many doors on each side of the sin, but it made no attempt to enter any, keeping straight forward until coming to an elevator at the end of the hall. Punching in its desired location the homunculus waited patiently for the elevator to arrive; during the wait, the homunculus decided on its disguise.
Envy; A sin of many faces. True to the symbols associated with the sin the homunculus embodied its special power, as a homunculus was to change its form into anything it pleased. It could even change individual body parts into different objects. There was no man, beast, plant or object that the homunculus couldn't copy; this made the sin perfect for spy work and assassinations. As a shape-shifter, this homunculus was incredibly dangerous and used it's power- often for its own amusement. Envy could be anyone, utilizing the ability to take on the physical appearance of any being at will. It could be a stranger watching from the distance, a trusted friend- or even one's loving spouse- but beneath the familiar surface pure evil awaits. It always did get a kick out of watching the shock, the horror and pain of those poor, unfortunate souls whom it lured into it's trap.
Ding!
The homunculus decided on its disguise, that of a military officer. It was a shell the sin had been using for some time now and because the solider it was posing as wasn't of any special rank it was easy to slip around as him relatively unnoticed. With a sudden flash of red, briefly illuminating the dark area the homunculus's body changed completely; growing taller now and much more masculine in appearance- clearly the form of a young man. He stepped into the elevator, again pushing it his desired floor and waiting patiently for the elevator to deliver him there. He still couldn't help but smile, contemplating how he would "Kick things off" For his father.
As the elevator came to a stop the homunculus, now disguised as a young solider stepped out of the opening doors; looking down the rather empty hallway of a now dramatically different place. The scenery had changed entirely from the dark, dank- cave like place – to a bright, lavish hallway, adorn with a lush red mat on the floor, leading into a large set of wooden doors in the middle of hall. This was the entrance to Fuhrer King Bradley's office, nestled deep within central head quarters. Envy knew the Further would be present, so it need not worry about 'making an appointment', simply barging into his office would suffice- the homunculus thought so, anyway. It was excited about its new job after all.
The great Fuhrer of Amestris: King Bradley sat in his chair, turned away from the desk so he could peer out the window, looking on at the busy city of Central- Capital of the country. The place was constantly booming as such, full of humans going about their trivial lives, blissfully unaware of the danger right under their noses- the very place that they relied on for protection was plotting their demise and even if they knew there wasn't a single thing they could do to prevent it. It wasn't long before the King's peaceful onlooking was disturbed by the doors of his office swinging open, suddenly and closing just as suddenly. He turned in his chair now facing his desk and the young blonde-haired solider who was apparently intruding in his office, however he knew whom it was the moment the doors opened. "What brings you here, Envy?" He asked with some curiosity- usually Envy's sudden intrusions were important and often contained orders directly from father.
"Good news, Wrath, fathers decided its high time we kick this little Ishval thing up a notch." The jealous homunculus chimed as it changed its form once more- back into its earlier, androgynous figure. "I'm to go and get things started and after that you're to issue a full blown war on that sad little country." The jealous sin instructed, sitting itself upon the Fuhrer's desk, leaning in a little closer to him with a smirk "What do you think?" it questioned playfully, eagerly awaiting the man's response.
"Very well. It is about time we made our move, after all." He nodded, clearly not as outwardly excited as his older sibling, Envy. Fuhrer King Bradley- or Wrath as the homunculi knew him was, as his name suggested a restless sin. Regardless to his seemingly clam nature; he is a sin who strives for the punishment of the weak- for the punishment and destruction of all those who should dare to stand in the way of military and his great and powerful father's plan. It was- after all his only true purpose for existing. Wrath was not like the other homunculi- he was partly human, a successful experiment conducted by father in order to insure supreme control over the country and it's armed forces- making things much easier in the long run.
"Wonderful!" The jealous homunculus grinned, hopping from the table and morphing back into the form of the young solider from earlier; he made his way to the door- opening it just slightly, but stopping to look back to its sibling "I'm hoping to see some of the new recruits out there. They seem like an interesting bunch." It added, slipping out the door; the Wrathful sin known as King Bradley- catching a last glimpse of it's wicked grin as the large wooden door clicked closed.