Run Away
Disclaimer: Me does not own Fullmetal… cry
Chap one- Tantrum
Warnings- harsh language mainly, and spoilers in the anime up to about where Dante is introduced, if you don't know who Dante is, and you hate spoilers, then you shouldn't read.
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First he tried to count the stars in the sky. He tried, but it was too great for him; looking up into the night sky, there were just too many. There was no place to start, no place to finish, just endless emptiness of the world above; a world that mortals could always see, but never touch, a world that was only ever connected by the rain.
He strained his neck skywards and tried, but it was impossible. There were just too many little dots of light glimmering in the heavens for anyone to count. A gentle autumn wind ran through him, chilling him and running unseen fingers though his hair.
He then tried a simpler task. He averted his gaze down to the world around him and from his perch on top of a large gothic style cross that was also someone's grave, and counted all tombstones.
This was a task he could do. It wasn't a large cemetery; it only had a couple hundred graves in it surrounded by a rickety fence. Small towns didn't often have large or elaborate places to put their dead.
It wasn't kept in very good condition; weeds infested the paths around the stone markers. In some places the grass extremely long and in others it was either dead or there was just a patch of dry dirt. The tombstones were in bad shape themselves. Many were cracked or broken; others were simply worn away, as though they wanted to fade out of existence, slowly being eroded by time and the elements.
But none the less he counted them. He stood atop the grave and slowly counted all the little tombstones with only the moonlight to help him see.
"Two hundred and forty eight." he said to no one, letting his words be taken away by the gentle wind. "Two hundred and forty eight graves."
He had been on the run for six days now. He wasn't worried about getting caught, he knew he was better then that. Being able to change your form has many benefits, and hiding was one of them.
He knew they'd be out looking for him. Most likely just Lust and Gluttony, maybe Wrath. The four of them are the ones who do all the foot work, and now, without him, it's just the three of them.
It isn't hard to hide. Not when you can be anything from an old man crossing the street to a squirrel up in a tree. And it's a big world out there; plenty of trees for a squirrel to hide in.
Before, his reason for living was quite simple. He wanted to kill. His master supplied him with people to kill and he killed them. But she has nothing to offer him now. Now he has a new goal, a new dream; one his master can't help him achieve.
He sighed heavily to himself and pondered his situation.
He didn't have time to finish thinking. The sound of dry leaves being crushed underfoot got his attention. He quickly hopped down from the grave and hid behind it. The rustling of leaves drew closer and he heard the voiced of an adult male and a young girl, probably no older then three. Relieved it wasn't one of his fellow homunculi; he let down his guard a little but didn't fully relax.
They were talking quietly and he could only make out the bits and pieces of their words. Form what he could gather the man's wife and the girl's mother and died.
Sighing a little he took the form of a rabbit and sped out of the graveyard. At one time, he would have hung around just to scare them or torment them. But he wasn't in the mood.
He hadn't been himself lately. Maybe running would help him out. They say that running is a great form of stress relief. He doesn't really think of himself as stressed, and he doesn't know who they are, or if their right. But it really didn't matter. He had someplace to go and he would be running all the way there. And if running really did make you feel better, then he would be feeling great soon; back to his regular psychotic self. After all, it's a long way to Central.
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Lust stopped and stared at the large mansion before her, pondering whether or not to go in. Gluttony stuck a finger in his mouth and looked up at Lust. Lust wondered just what her master's reaction would be when she told her the news.
Dante was always so calm, never fazed by anything. The sin hoped she stayed in that mood. Envy had once told her that the Lust before her had managed to piss the 'old hag' off one day and, well that was the last time she ever elongated her fingernails ever again. Envy may have just been trying to unnerve her, but still, she much preferred to stay on her master's good side.
Lust decided that it would be much simpler to get things over with. She made her way through the grand mahogany doors and strolled through the eerily quiet marble halls; her high heels clicking as they struck the floor, making eco after eco.
Gluttony padded along after the sin he was so very attached to. His footsteps as quiet as could be despite his size.
They neared another set of doors and Lust paused for just a moment before entering.
The room was beautifully furnished. Intricately woven velvet drapes hung in the window, paintings of landscapes probably worth hundreds of thousands decorated the walls, and on the other side of the room was a large desk, carved with the utmost care and polished until it gleamed.
Behind the desk sat Dante.
"I trust that all went well?"
"He's dead if that's what you asking." Gluttony grinned at the memory of the fine meal he had.
"Excellent. Is that all you have to tell me?" Lust got a strong vibe that told her Dante knew more then she let on.
"Envy was acting… odd, ever since we left."
Dante stood and made her way across the room to a small stand where a teapot and a set of fine china were placed. Blue energy crackled in the air followed by the sharp smell of herbs.
"Continue."
"We took the train out and all he did the whole ride was look out the window. That's all he did. No sarcastic comments, no crazed grins, he just stayed silent and stared out the window. When we finally got there, he walked off and we couldn't find him. He turned up a few hours later, in a cemetery of all places. We tried to talk to him but he had a tantrum on us and stormed out of town." Lust said while wondering if Envy was going through some type of male homunculus PMS.
"Yes, rather strange behavior for Envy." Dante said sitting back down with a steaming cup in her hand. Dante stayed quiet for a moment, weighing all the possibilities.
"I want you two to track Envy down." Dante said calmly sipping a cup of bittersweet herbal tea.
"And just how are we supposed to do that?" Lust questioned, arms crossed beneath her ample chest.
"You'll find a way, I'm sure."
Lust sighed to herself. Gluttony bounced up and down behind her waiting patiently for them to finish talking.
"Okay, let's say we do manage to find him. Then what do you want us to do? Drag him back by his hair?' Lust said, not feeling the need to try and make the last part of her question sound sarcastic. She felt the words didn't need to be laced with venom to get her point across.
"No, no. Just find out what he's up to. If it's just another one of his tantrums, he'll come back on his own. If he actually is up to something, I guess we will have to deal with him accordingly." said the ancient alchemist. "Now, I want you to give me all the details." Dante raised the fine china teacup to her lips and waited patiently.
Lust was beginning to wonder if she would even ask. She looked over at a window and simply stared at it for a minuet, let out a small sigh, and began to tell Dante just what had happened six days ago.
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Lust and Gluttony found him inside the town's cemetery, standing among the graves. Leaves moved through the air, the wind animating them, making them rise and fall, spiral and twist. There in the middle of the whirlwind of leaves stood Envy, his back to his fellow sins.
"We've been looking all over town for you, at least give us a clue before you decide you want to play hide and seek." Envy gave no response. Feeling a little annoyed, Lust made her way over to him, stopping about she saw the expression on his face.
Envy, as far as Lust could tell, only really had a few modes: the smug, I am so much better then you mode, the sadistic modes, and the, pissed as hell tantrum mode. There were others, but usually Envy could be found in one of those moods. This was the first time Lust had ever seen the eldest sin look, well, pensive. He always held his calm exterior together except when he fell into a bout of rage, but calm and sadistic was far from pensive.
Envy was looking up at the sky, with his head tilted back and his mouth a flat line that tilted down slightly at the ends, making him seem just a little bit sad.
He had the kind of expression that old men and war veterans have when they sit alone at night with a glass of scotch and reminisce about the death of their best friend, so filled with sorrow, yet unable to cry a single tear.
Lust watched him for a minuet, wondering just what in the world he could possibly be thinking about.
Soon, Lust realized that whatever he was thinking about, held his mind in a grip so tight that he had not even noticed the presences standing next to him, that, or he was doing an extremely good job at ignoring them.
Lust decided that they had spent enough time doing nothing and that it was time to go.
"Come on Envy, it's time to go." Lust said as she moved to the gate of the burial grounds.
Envy remained silent and continued to stare off at something no one else could see.
"Did you hear me? I said lets go." Lust repeated with a hint of annoyance in her voice. Envy paid her no heed.
"This is getting ti-" Lust began before being cut off.
"Just shut up will you."
Lust blinked and then shook her head.
"You can PMS later Envy, we have work to do." Lust said, aiming to strike a nerve.
"Shut up Lust, I'm sick of taking orders from you." Envy said without turning around.
Lust was at a loss for words, she knew it wasn't wise to overly provoke the elder homunculus, especially since he was in this unfamiliar mood.
Lust quickly recovered and decided to continue taunting.
"Ashamed of taking orders from someone four hundred years younger then you?" The question came with a sneer.
Head bowed, face expressionless, the violet eyed sin made his way over to the fence that surrounded the graveyard. He wrapped his fingers around one of the tall iron pikes that made up the fence and yanked it lose.
"Just shut up. I'm sick of dealing with your shit. Just. Shut. The. FUCK UP!" as he screamed the last two words, he threw his makeshift projectile at his fellow sins at the gate. Lust threw herself out of the way and Gluttony fell to the ground, giving a small yelp as he did.
"What's wrong with Envy? Usually it takes a lot more then that to get Envy pissed." Lust thought as she stood and tried to collect her dignity. Looking around, Lust noticed that Envy had disappeared and was now on the dirt road that lead to the town. Lust hurried off after her before Gluttony could collect himself.
"Lust! Wait!" the nearly round sin said in a pitiful voice as he ran after the sin he was so attached to.
"I'm sick of this shit!" Envy screeched as he stormed down the desolate street in the town that was peacefully asleep just a few moments ago.
"Envy, be reasonable." Lust said in her usual monotone, walking a good dozen feet behind, not daring to get any closer.
"Shut up! I'm sick of you bitch!" Envy shouted at her fellow sin. "Just shut the hell up!"
Gluttony tried and failed to hide himself behind Lust muttering to himself.
"I'm sick of you too you fat ass! I'm sick of all this shit!" Envy could feel his vocal cords in his throat ripping apart as he abused his voice.
The emerald haired doppelganger now found himself in the middle of an ally. A lone man had the misfortune of being on the other end of said ally at the time.
As though he was drawn by movement, Envy grabbed a trashcan and hurled it at the man, who by the time it reached him, was long gone. The trashcan slammed into the side of a brick building and crumpled in on itself accompanied by the sound of screeching metal.
Gluttony was now holding onto Lust's arms in fear as he continued to frantically talk to himself
"Scaryscaryscaryscaryscaryscaryscaryscaryscaryscaryscaryscaryscaryscary."
Envy was now stomping through the town lashing out at anything unlucky enough to get in his path. Lust followed from thirty feet behind now, with Gluttony needlessly close on her heals.
Over the noise caused by the homunculus's rampage, the voice of said rampaging sin could be heard.
"I'm sick of that bitch Dante! I'm sick of following orders! I'm sick of that damn stone! I'm fucking sick of everything!"
It continued on like that for another minuet before things quieted down.
Lust stood on the side of the main street and watched the doppelganger approach. Gluttony whimpered and continued to hide behind Lust. Lust put on a solemn face and tried to look nonchalant.
While Envy drew nearer, it grew more apparent that he was still brimming with furry, but had calmed down a small amount.
"Are you done yet?" Lust asked innocently.
Envy gave no response and simply raised his fist and swung it into the side of the building a foot from Lust's head.
Lust flinched in anticipation but instead of the fist, was hit with a spray of brick.
"I'm fuckin' out of here."
Envy walked out of the town without looking back to even see if he was being followed.
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There you have it. The beginnings of mah first non Naruto fic. This is an EnvyXEd story, if you don't like yaoi, I recommend that you don't read any more of this. Anywho, Please comment! Any comments are greatly appreciated, any constructive criticism, any flames, any ideas you have, so anything really.