Chapter 1. Envy Had Forgotten

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Slender fingers drummed against the steering wheel making a noise disproportionate to their size. Envy felt uncharacteristically… off balance? They scowled. They had forgotten how difficult it had been, near the end, being around him. At the start he had been a mere interest, a play thing. But the longer they spend together the deeper the fascination ran.

Envy's scowl darkened. Fascination with a human made them feel sick. Still, that was a long time ago and Envy's hands had been washed clean with the blood of hundreds of innocent lives. The thought was calming.

Envy smirked as they leaned back in the seat, may as well get comfortable, they thought, after all the man they were waiting for had a fair amount of getting ready to do. He had been in prison for 5 years after all.

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Kimblee adjusted his tie for the fourth time and smoothed down the two strands of hair which insisted on flopping forward onto his face. He smiled at the mirror, it was a small smile but it reached his eyes. He wondered again what was special about today. After 5 years of being left to rot, something was going on out there in the world which meant that he was needed. It was an exciting prospect, and Kimblee was flush with anticipation.

He slipped his overcoat on top of his crisp white suit and schooled his expression into one of uninterest neutrality. It wouldn't do to give away his feelings to any of the guards. Kimblee doubted they could reverse his release orders but it never hurt to be in control.

After one final glance in the mirror to admire his new look, Kimblee stepped out into the hall.

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Seeing the sun and the sky as a free man was intoxicating. Kimblee knew his joke with the fake bomb was unbefitting of a gentleman in society, but after so long withdrawn his facade was bound to have cracks. No matter, he was sure things would be back to normal soon. And speaking of which, a familiar figure was sitting in the driver's seat of the car idling just outside the gates. My ride, Kimblee presumed.

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"What kept you, Crimson?" Envy asked lightly as his passenger slid into the back seat.

"I apologise, it's been a while since I was allowed to dress in anything other than orange," Kimblee replied, his tone just as light.

Envy smiled gleefully. "Do you like what I chose for you?"

"Oh, this was you?" Kimblee plucked at the crisp white distastefully, "It's a bit… much."

Envy's expression soured.

"I suppose it's better than military blue." Kimblee's expression twisted uglily as he said the words.

"Hah hah hah. You mean you didn't miss being a dog of the military? No matter, you will be a good pet for us. It's their loss, really."

"Pet?" Kimblee's eyebrows raised.

Envy waved a hand derisively. It was annoying to be questioned by a human as if they were equals. For all intents and purposes Kimblee was nothing more than a weapon to be deployed, but maybe it wasn't the correct way to handle him.

"No, of course not Crimson," Envy looked over their shoulder and smiled sweetly, "anyway, we have something for you…"

"Yes, I assumed there was a reason for my release. Am I to assume this was your doing?"

"No actually. The order came from Wrath himself. Sorry… Fuhrer King Bradley." Envy pulled a face as they always did when using Wrath's human name. It reminded them of the sacrifices they and their siblings had had to make for the sake of the cause. Leading a life pretending to be human… it made them shudder.

"We needed some extra help."

"I see, so you've got a job for me then?"

"We need you to track someone down."

"Who?"

"Do you remember Doctor Marcoh?" Envy watched Kimblee nod in affirmation. "He… he escaped." Envy practically spat the words out, still bitter over their failure to keep their captive. Kimblee's amused expression did little to help.

"We've heard reports that he's travelling with an Ishvalan named Scar. I thought you would like to do the honours and make him go away. Boom." Envy clapped their hands with delight.

"An Ishvalan? Hmm…" Kimblee's tone was contemplative, "you're right. It's inexcusable that my symphony of destruction is incomplete." Envy noticed Kimblee's smile in the rear view mirror. It was so dark and full of malice. Envy had missed it more than they cared to admit. Kimblee's mouth opened to reveal a glinting red shard perched on his tongue.

"I can finally use this again," he said, holding the stone between his finger and thumb, "good job I kept it around."

"Yes I heard about that. You know if you'd handed it back you wouldn't have needed to kill all those people?"

Kimblee shrugged, "they weren't hard to kill."

"No," Envy agreed, "but it would have saved you from all those years rotting in there." They gestured vaguely in the direction of the prison.

Kimblee frowned, he was hard for Envy to read and that made them uncomfortable. It was difficult to know they were in control of a situation if they didn't know what the other party was thinking. Envy had forgotten...

Envy reached into the pouch stowed on the seat next to them and withdrew a small, perfectly spherical, red stone.

"Anyway, that might not be enough this time… time to upgrade!" They held it up for Kimblee to see. He gasped. Envy had elicited a reaction and their grin showed teeth.

For once Kimblee was too distracted to keep his mask in place. Envy enjoyed watching him in the mirror as his eyes darkened and his smile grew jubilant. He was an interesting one, this human. His fascination of destruction and chaos was not far off the homunculi, he was unlike any other human Envy had encountered.

They curled their lip, it was happening again.

"Did you use Ishvalans again?" Kimblee asked almost reverently.

"Wrong! Guess again."

"Doctor Marcoh's subordinates?" Kimblee guessed. Envy gave a satisfied nod. "You really are cruel," he murmured. Envy grinned again but suppressed it quickly, they did not need validation from a human. Time to change the subject.

"Wrath has quarters for you, and a team. For the investigation."

Kimblee nodded, eyes still on the stone he now held.

"Are you listening to me?" Envy asked, his tone growing dangerous. They enjoyed watching Kimblee's head snap up, fleeting emotions skittered across his face before his cool smile reasserted itself. They had unnerved him, Envy felt satisfied.

"Of course," Kimblee murmured.

"Good, I'll take you to him."

(Updated just to fix a few formatting things which were bugging me)

A/N Hi, I'm new to the fandom and have nearly finished watching the anime. I wasn't interested particularly in either character in the '03 version, and really only started to like Kimblee because he had a bigger role in FMAB and his name is so cute and fun to say (Just say it out loud, get it?). After a bit of tumblr-ing I found the Kimvy ship and honestly it felt so right that I was immediately on board. I have to say now that I love both characters equally. I've read a few other Kimvy fics and really wanted to give something back to the fandom.

Please forgive a) any inaccuracies to canon, this probably won't be canon compliant because if it was they'd never interact after this, b) any contradictory character traits, this is my first time writing this pairing (and anything FMA related) so still not really got a handle on the characterisation, and c) my writing in general, I hardly have time for it so this is really the first piece I've spent any time on for about 6 years… Reviews helpful and always appreciated, but not required! Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the characters.