Wait... what's this?
Nat's actually writing something?

I love torturing Envy.

I shall explain some things, first.

So, this is set sometime after Lust's death (Brotherhood), but not long after.

Alphonse is dead (which I shall explain maybe in some other chapter or something) and Ed's... not taking it very well. (Maybe read BlueIsTheColourOfOurPlanet's Numb. Ed is heavily influenced by that.)

Edward sat quietly on an armchair in the living room, reading.

Roy stood in the kitchen, trying not to burn the pancakes.

It was a quiet, fairly average morning.

Until a certain green-haired Homunculus appeared in the window in front of Ed, covering in blood and bruises, one hand clenched over a particularly nasty cut.

"Hey... O'Chibi-san."

Ed's eyes widened almost comically, and he sprung to his feet.

Without a word, he ran, stumbling, to the kitchen, leaving Envy sitting in the window, confused by the Fullmetal Pipsqueak's reaction, and how... hollow he had looked, curled up silently on the armchair.

"What are you doing, Fullmetal?"

Ed re-appeared, dragging the older Alchemist behind him.

Mustang froze, staring at Envy.

Ed was shaking.

Directing Ed back to the armchair, Mustang reached for his gloves, only to pause as Envy reached out with one hand, desperation in his violet eyes.

"Wait, wait! I'm not here to hurt you or anything!"

As he said it, the Homunculus seemed to lose his balance, tumbling forward, off the windowsill, landing on the floor with a thud.

"Fucking son-of-a..."

Envy's pale face twisted in pain, and he wrapped his other arm around himself, gritting his teeth.

Roy's dark gaze was guarded as he watched the Homunculus, trying to decide whether or not the cursing shape was faking his wounds.

Pulling himself to his feet, Envy glowered up at Mustang, sweat beading his forehead and jaw.

"Look, I didn't count on you being home, I was just looking for O'Chibi. But... I need help."

It was clearly killing Envy to admit his current weakness.

"And how do I know you won't stab us in the back the second we turn around?"

"Do I look... like I'm in a state... to stab anythin-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the Jealous burst out into a fit of coughing, scarlet dripping from the corners of his mouth.

Looking down at Edward, who's golden eyes were dark, Roy nodded, sighing.

"Fine. Come into the kitchen."

Envy limped after Flame Alchemist, one foot dragging across the floor, leaving a smear of dark crimson blood.

Almost thirty minutes later, Roy tied up the last bandage.

Envy looked exhausted, dark bags under his bright violet eyes, his pale, thin, limbs covered in smudged dirt and blood.

Standing, Roy strode to the sink, and washed the blood and antiseptic ointments off his hands.

When he turned back to Envy, the Homunculus was fast asleep, his arms dangling by his sides.

With yet another sigh, Mustang scooped him up, amazed at how light he was, and carried him out to the living room, wondering, as he set Envy on the couch, how he managed to get himself into these situations.

I have nothing to say.

Except this:

I REGRET NOTHING.