Dark Angel
By
Godell
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, only the plot of this fic.
Chapter 1: Dance
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The first few minutes of the dance felt like eternity to Winry.
She wondered if Envy even realized how much this meant to her—he seemed to have done this before. "Spin," the green-haired boy in front of her instructed, an almost comical look of concentration of his face. As Winry did as she was bid, she didn't notice the evil glee in her partner's amethyst eyes. "good. Hey, you could be a natural at this!" Envy laughed, forcing the sound out of his lungs. He had to do this right.
But Winry, in her joy, didn't notice how forced the laughter seemed. All she cared about was dancing in her sky-blue dress with puffy sleeves. She vowed that she would only wear this dress in front of Envy alone. Clearly, she heard the orchestra playing in the background, and felt her heart soar. This was what being in love was all about. Not waiting for a friend to come home and not tell her anything.
At first, Envy's visits had started out small and few—just a little check-in with the residents of Risenbool, for reasons unknown even to himself—and Winry had treated him with respect and politeness, the same with every other boy she met. It wasn't until after Ed's return to Risenbool for three days that Winry began to see him in another light.
The way Envy spoke his name, almost tasting it on his tongue, that almost-nasty smile he had when he thought of some secret joke, his irritation at his long, green bangs when they fell into his eyes…Winry subconsciously began to love him for all these little habits.
Then, after the whole "Laboratory Five" incident, the young mechanic began to have her doubts about her dark angel. When Envy came to visit her once again—this time in her bedroom at Izumi's house—she demanded that he show her his tattoo. Looking confused, Envy pointed to his thigh and said "That was where I'd planned it to be, but the tattoo parlor said they'd run out." It was that simple explanation—and that blunt honesty that was in her angel's eyes—that gave Winry relief once more.
Then Envy had kissed her.
Since then, the green-haired boy's visits had come more frequently, with more warning. She would often get a phone call from Envy, saying that he'd come visit the day after. Winry would smile and say "I'll be waiting by the big tree out front. Can you remember it?" and Envy would reply in a suave tone "No problem, baby."
She knew it was just to get her flustered, but she couldn't help blushing and giggling nervously, saying that she'd have her wrench ready to teach him a lesson. Cackling, her dark angel would hang up.
And so, their relationship slowly began to grow.
At first, it was simple conversation, mostly on automail of course. Then (after asking Granny's permission) they became more than that. The first date between them was undoubtedly one to remember, what with the river being so peaceful and calming, and the stars shining their brightest…it was one of the finest moments in her young life.
And now, here she was, dancing with Envy in the middle of a golden ballroom. She was spinning so fast she didn't have time to really notice any of the decorations and patterns around her—Winry wasn't the type to care about that. The frills on her dress seemed to come alive, winding and encircling her in a flurry of white and blue, just like the sky. Blonde hair flowed around her, seeming akin to a wedding veil. Laughing cheerily, she ceased spinning and danced back into Envy's waiting arms.
It was at that precise moment that the worst thing possible decided to occur.
"WINRY!"
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