"Aww…Chibi…you shouldn't have…"
Envy lay in his bed, amongst the pillows and comforter in a cloud of fantasies. The latest one was of Ed nervously bringing him chocolates and blushing awkwardly, then running off to his room in embarrassment.
Of course, in real life, Edward Elric hated him more than drinking milk. And that was something.
Envy turned onto his side, talking to his stuffed kitty. "Why doesn't little Chibi like me? I mean, sure liking me would make him gay, but I'm worth it, right?"
The stuffed animal looked at him dumbly with glassy bead eyes. Envy sighed. Hugging the kitty to his chest he pouted, wishing that one day, one of his fantasies, any one of them, would come true.
Meanwhile, Edward sat on the small couch in his room next to Alphonse's, going over the days events.
Ate breakfast
Ran 10 miles on the treadmill
Swam 1 mile in the pool
Did basic workout exercises (1000 push-ups, 1000 sit-ups, 5000 jumping jacks…)
Ate Lunch
Ran into Envy. Noticed Envy was very flustered when he walked off muttering "sorry"
Played some video games with Alphonse and Winry
Lost to Greed in an arm wrestling match
Lifted some weights
Ran into Envy AGAIN
Ate dinner
It was a pretty normal day. Ed sighed, flexing his arm and feeling it's muscles tighten as a result from his rigorous workout each day. He hated having nothing to do. But around the "Retired Manga Characters Zone" there wasn't really anything to do. It used to be that they'd have an exciting life to live, full of fighting and adventure and awesome powers. The characters would live the life of the Manga, and then be shipped off to some contained environment where the characters could interact with each other. Food, water and electricity was provided, but clothes and electronic devices were to be bought via the internet from the desktop computer with the crappy internet.
Now it was more like sitting around doing nothing but wait for some Japanese guy to decide to make another episode or volume. And since "Fullmetal Alchemist" was officially over and done, the only thing he had hope for was an omake. And those were usually boring and meant as comedy.
He got up, stretching. Greed, his work-out buddy told him if he didn't stretch often, he'd get cramped. He didn't believe him, but it worried him so much he did it anyway. Deciding to add "Went to sleep" to the list of things he did today, he began undressing out of the sweatpants and muscle shirt and into athletic shorts and a nightshirt.
As he began pulling his shirt off, Envy walked by his doorway, whistling. Glancing into the room, Envy's jaw dropped as he witnessed what Envy perceived as heaven (Edward remained unaware). As Ed pulled the black muscle shirt off Envy blushed furiously, and had a nosebleed. Fumbling for his phone, he managed to take a picture of Ed shirtless before running off so that Ed wouldn't notice.
Of course, Ed never did.
Alphonse yawned, lying down on his bed. Petting his cat, he wondered why Winry was so head-over-heels in love with Greed. Sure, he was rich, buff, and overall, very romantic. But he was also the embodiment of greed and avarice. She could get dumped in a heartbeat. And besides, Greed was already dating Lust.
And then there was Envy. It was so glaringly obvious that Envy was totally gay for Ed. But Ed, being thick-headed and just plain old retarded, just didn't notice. Or maybe it was because Ed was constantly admiring the shape of Winry's ass. Either way, Ed was being stupid, as always.
Ling and Lan Fan stayed in the same room, blissfully in love. They, so far, were the only couple Al thought might make it. Lan Fan moved into Ling's room and it became the new "TV Room" where Wrath and Pride, as a "father-son" project, hooked up a large 60 inch flat screen, a Blu-Ray DVD player and an Xbox 360 (All bought by Greed, the rich bastard) in the room. Then they dragged a couch and a couple chairs in there and a small table and it became the nightly meeting area for the cast to watch movies or re-live their old roles in "Fullmetal Alchemist".
However, the sounds of Ling and Lan Fan banging each other each night through the thin walls of the "RMCZ", or "The House" as it's occupants often called it, was barely worth it.
Alphonse looked at his large 6 foot tall display case, where, encased by a wall of glass, was the actual armor he wore during the series. It was currently worth 3.6 million. He also had a replacement helmet for when the original was broken or damaged during the series in there, signed. That was worth 1.3 mil. Al smiled. Perhaps one day, he'd be richer than Greed. Then he could laugh at him and taunt him.
Yes, that would be pretty awesome. But for now, he had to wait for their value to rise.
Edward glared at the glass of milk in front of him. Winry stood there, hands on her hips, with a stern look on her face.
"You are going to drink it." She said firmly. Edward twitched.
"I rather get dunked in donkey shit than drink that." He said, turning away from the milk. Winry sighed. Picking up the glass of milk she held it in front of Ed's face.
"If you drink it, I'll let you read my diary." She offered.
Ed scoffed. "Bullshit. Everyone knows that diary is totally fake and used to bargain for crap. You write fake crap like 'dear diary, today I ate some chocolate ice cream even though I wasn't supposed to…' "
She frowned. "What about…" she thought of something. "What about if you drink it, I'll let you hold one of my bras?"
Edward practically snorted blood out of his nose and into his milk. Snatching the milk and gulping it down in record time, he slammed the glass down. Winry sighed, rolling her eyes, walked to her room to retrieve the item, Edward close on her heels. What a pervert she thought.
Ling held Lan Fan in his arms as they watched "Home Alone 2" in the TV Room. Lan Fan snuggled up to Ling happily, content with being held by him for the rest of her life. Ling nuzzled the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her.
My god, he thought, this is heaven.
Envy loaded the picture up to his laptop, the one Greed bought him for Christmas. Nose bleeding again, Envy's eyes watered with happiness as he stared dreamily at the sight of Ed shirtless. He sighed, fantasizing again. Maybe, if he snuck into Ed's room and cuddled with him, Ed would be all 'oh since you're here I might as well snuggle with you…'
Roy Mustang, being the nosy bastard he is, peeked into Envy's room, and saw Envy (And his boner) reaching out and touching the computer screen. Envy had a black screen on so that only whoever was directly in front of the computer could see, so Mustang immediately assumed Envy was watching porn.
So, he snuck up behind Envy. Then, he FUCKING SCREAMED LIKE A FUCKING GIRL when he saw what was on the screen. Envy fell out of his chair, swearing like a trucker. Things like "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" and "YOU FUCKING PERV!" and "GET THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF MY ROOM!". Roy yelled back "ME A PERVERT? LOOK AT WHAT YOUR'E LOOKING AT! THAT'S WORSE THAN PORN! WAIT TILL ED HEARS THIS!".
Envy paled. He totally didn't think of what Ed would do if he discovered Envy's fetish for him. Fetish as in sneaking into his room and stealing his sweaty work-out shirts and practically getting high off them. Roy began stomping out of his room, determined to tell Edward about this. Envy held onto his foot, begging "please don't tell chibi about this!" or "I'll do anything!"
"Anything?" Roy had a thought. "Anything I want?"
Envy was relieved. "YES! ANYTHING! JUST DON'T TELL CHIBI!"
"So…" Roy had a mischievous face. "You'd even have sex with me?"
Envy twitched. "NO!"
Roy kicked him off. "Well then, SCREW YOU!" and he stormed off, leaving Envy to pray that Ed was secretly gay for him too.
~DAY 1 END~
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