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Envy trudged slowly into the stark white, almost painfully orderly room. He sighed. He had told Doctor Hawkeye he didn't need this stupid 'victims of amnesia' support group. He wasn't a victim, he refused to believe that. He walked over to one of the few plastic white chairs set up in a circle in the center of the room. There were only three other teens in the room.
A shifty eyed boy with a greasy black pony tail sat next to a silently crying girl with dyed pink bangs. Envy looked at the crying girl with slight disgust. He decided she fit the bill for 'tragic girl who suffers from amnesia.' The third teen was a short blond kid with startling golden eyes. He was sitting farther away from ponytail guy and the crying girl, only two seats to Envy's right. He wore gloves and long sleeves even though it was still summer, which was odd. He held his left glove in between his teeth as he texted. Envy decided, however, that the boy was not left handed by choice as his brow was scrunched in concentration as his fingers fumbled to form sentences on touchscreen. The kid was sexy, to be honest. His long golden was hair pulled into a lose braid, an unusual style that suited him. His tight t-shirt hugged his well muscled form, and the sight made Envy's mouth water.
Envy was gay, he new that. It had been one if the things his older sister had told him after he lost his memory. After a few minutes (a few minutes of envy thinking dirty things about shorty) another teen came into the room.
"Hi!" He said, smiling, "I'm Ling! I'm not the person who usually runs this, but she's sick today so I'm here!" Envy found it mildly disturbing that the Asian didn't once open his eyes. He decided he found the boy annoying as hell.
Ling continued, "I had amnesia when I was just a kid, so I know what you guys are going through! So... I guess we'll all introduce our selves...? Like this! Hi! I'm Ling! Nice to meet you!"
Ling smiled and gestured for ponytail guy to start. He grunted, then said, "I'm Kimblee."
"First name...?" Ling asked. Kimbly gave him a look that promised a slow and painful death.
Crying girl was next. "I'm... Rose.." she said in between sobs. Envy rolled his eyes mentally. She was pathetic.
The blond kid was next. He smiled. It was a sexy smile, Envy decided. Very sexy. "Hi, I'm Edward Elric," he said, "call me Ed, though." Envy mentally fangirled over Edward's total sexiness.
After a moment, envy realized it was his turn to speak. He blushed madly and then said, "I'm Envy Anders. Nice to meet you." He said the last part looking directly at Edward. A light pink stained Ed's cheeks and he glanced away in favor of staring at the floor. Envy smirked at his small victory and returned to raping Ed with his mind.
Envy was mostly focused on Ed, not paying attention as the sobbing Rose told her story. After Rose spoke, it was Ed's turn. He spoke softly this time, the sexy confidence mostly gone from his voice, "I lost my memory when I hit my head on the side walk after being mugged, or so I'm told. My memories started coming back, though. Sadly, it seems all the painful memories surface first."
The pain in Ed's eyes made Envy's heart twist painfully. Rose began sobbing with even more force. Envy heard Ling ask him for his story, and it snapped him out of his trance.
"I lost my memory when my abusive father knocked me out, as my sister told me. He's finally been arrested, thankfully. My memories haven't come back yet," Envy frowned, "It doesn't help that only my sister, Lust, comes to visit me here. I'm pretty much alone twenty four seven."
He ran a hand through his unruly green hair and placed the other over the symbol burned onto his thigh. It had been put there by his father, according to Lust. Envy could feel Ed's eyes on him.
This was short, sorry! This chapter is really just to explain the situation... So, yeah. I like reviews, they help my writing (hint hint).