Title: Everything Went Fuzzy
author: ursweetheartles
warnings: shonen-ai and m/m themes, not really cannon world, unbeta'd
a/n: i apologize for a lack of writing and things, but i've been starting my school year (foundations at parsons) last week and now i have no time whatsoever. sigh
Ed's head throbbed and his vision swam as he fought to open his eyes. His trip back to conciousness was a slow one, which only served to make it more painful. He could feel his legs tucked under him, his body slumped in a kneeling position, chest on thighs, cheek on the same cool hard surface he felt under his flesh knee. He tried to sit up, but failed, falling to his side, head hitting on the stone beneth him, making him wince. He still panicked sligtly, as comprehension dawned on him: he was bound.
He bucked his body as best he could in his still half drugged state, trying to wiggle free of the rope that wrapped around his body, but only serving to reinforce the limits on his movement. His ankles were tied securely together, and anchored to his flesh wrist, drawn around his back and down. And his automail arm ... shit, where was his automail? He spun his head quickly, coming eye to eye with an empty metal socket. He let out a barely audible string of curses. He really was screwed. He tried to buck free of his bindings once more, but was only rewarded with the shifting burn of hemp tight on his skin.
He gave up, laying still then, but for his panting breath from the exertion. He let his eyes close, as the drugs still coursing in his system made sleeping seem like a much easier option.
X
When Ed next woke it was not to even the limited comfort he had felt before, but to a sharp kick in the side. His eyes remained screwed shut in pain, and his breath escaped in an audible hiss. He was still bound, but there was new pain in his body now. He groaned, fighting to sit up, to see who his assailant was.
"Oh good, you're awake! I was getting all boerd with no one around to play with!" It was a voice Edward recognized, but not with any amount of joy.
"What the fuck, Envy!" He spat, trying to wiggle himself into a bit more dignified of a position, wincing a bit at the still fresh pain in his side. The sin had gotten him pretty good, his ribs pulsed uncomfortably as he shifted, there would definitly be bruising.
"tut tut, such language Chibi-san! Children such as yourself should not use such naughty words!", the sin skipped over, a forced expression of solemnity barely hiding his glee. He sank to the floor in front of Edward, and reached his hand up to touch the boy's cheek. "but then again you always were a naughty little boy!" Envy allowed himself to smile, as Ed snapped his teeth viciously at his hand. Envy withdrew his hand, pushing mock pain into his voice, "Im deeply wounded, Chibi-san, don't you like me?" He paused, then swung his hand back to slap the boy full force in the face, "I just want you to like me, pipsqueak!"
The boy's head fell back against the stone once more from the sting, a hiss escapeing his lips. All of a sudden Envy was on top of the dazed boy, his weight pushing edward's hip into the hard floor. The sin's lips were at the boy's ear, hands on his chest, breath tickling edward's neck, unearvingly hot and damp.
"Why don't you like me Pipsqueak?"
Edward opened his mouth to respond, and let loose a river of hatred, "You're a crazy, abusive fucking sociopathic nutcase! Maybe you'd have some more fucking friends if you didn't just go around attacking everybody and everybody they care about!" The words flowed from Edward's mouth without thought, all of his attention focused behind him, trying to wiggle his wrist from it's bonds. He could feel the scratch of the hemp loosening on his arm. It was true that he still couldn't do alchemy without his other arm, but anything would make him feel safer than this, having no range of movement and no way to defend himself.
Where Envy was invloved Edward had learned to expect a certain amount of suffering as a gauruntee. The fact that Envy was the only sin present unnerved him even more. Without the reminders of the others to keep envy on the track of "the plan" who knew what that sociopath would do to him. If Envy acted alone here, who knew what his plan would be, or in what condition Edward would escape in, or if he would escape at all, and as quickly as that thought crossed his mind he pushed it back down. No, he couldn't give Envy the satisfaction of beating him. Besides there were people who still needed him to keep on fighting.
But it was this thought, hovering at the back of his head, that caused him to throw himself recklessly into distracting the homunculous while he tried to free himself. His mouth had not closed yet, and he was still spouting anything that crossed his mind, anything that would distract Envy from his actions. He could feel the knot slipping on the rope against his wrist, he knew he was almost there, he struggled untill the rope fell away.
The sin was sitting back more now, eyeing the shouting blonde with obvious amusement. Edward paused to take a breath, and shift his position slightly, away from the sin, just enough to be able to turn his shoulder, and throw his fist at the other's face quickly, hoping to knock Envy away from him at least, giving him time to shake the ropes from his ankles. But he felt his hand caught in a steel grip inches from Envy's face. The sin smiled gleefully, twisting his arm behind him, causing Edward to roll over, face to the floor, arm forced up behind his back once more, only this time by flesh instead of rope. He could feel envy sitting on his back then, and he felt the uncomfortably hot breath on his neck once again, the lips so close to his ear they tickled it lightly as he spoke.
"That was very, very naughty, chibi-san. You know im going to have to punish you now, right?" He felt a wet mouth on his ear then, a hot tounge and hard teeth, nipping the lobe slightly, then shifting down. The mouth touched the side of his neck, and he felt teeth dig into his skin, hard and fast. He gasped, he could feel a hot wetness on his neck, he was bleeding. A hot tounge assaulted his neck, the wound stinging slightly, trailing the oozing track of blood, cleaning it gently from his skin.
"Mmm, my my, you are delicious chibi-san." His lips moved back upward, one hand holding Edward's arm, the other slipping around the front, up under the tank he wore, sliding over tight tanned skin. "I could do this forever, but look at the time! We have more important appointments to keep today, chibi-san. There are some other people here who will be simply thrilled to get their hands on you..."
X
Mustang sat in his office, ignoring his paperwork as usual, staring out the windows of his office, and down into the courtyard below. He sipped his coffee idly, even though it was after lunch time and he probably didn't need to. He ddrank it anyways, strong black bitter, and now cold. He was in a masochistic mood this afternoon, and he didn't know quite why. One fnger traced the array on the back of his gloves, which were sitting on the corner of his desk.
There was a light knock on his door, too light to be one of his subordinates. It was too tentative a sound. He wondered who it would be.
"Come in," he said, without looking up, clicking his pen and turning back to the papaerwork in front of him, just to be safe. He heard the door open, and the clank of metal on metal as the form advanced, "Ah, Alphonse, what can i do for you?"
"Um, well, Colonel." He started, his voice a bit tentative, "I was wondering... well, its my brother sir. He, um well, he didn't actually come home last night. I didn't think too much of it, thought maybe he'd fallen asleep in the library, or here, trying to get some work done, gods know its happened before. But I looked everywhere, and he hasn't been home all day and I don't know what else to do." The suit of armor slumped quite obviously, "You don't know where he is, do you? I was hoping you could help me, but you're obviously busy, so I'll figure something else out."
Al turned to leave, but Mustang jumped up. "Alphonse wait! I'll help you find your brother, Im sure he can't have gotten far. The safety of my subordinates is more important than anything else." Inside he was overjoyed with the news. A perfect excuse to ignore the piles of paperwork on his desk. And it was one Hawkeye would never dream of challenging: if someone in the office, especially one of the Elric's, was in danger, she would surely shoot him if he didn't drop the paperwork and go. But he was pretty sure the boy wasn't in danger, probably just wondered off somewhere, maybe he'd found a nice girl and spent the night. Edward tended to be so tight and high strung, that would be good for the boy, even if the thought was a vaugly uncomfortable one for the colonel. He wouldn't let himself think about the reasons though, no that was best left under lock and key.
X
Ed woke up again with the bleary feeling of being drugged. He hated it, his mouth was dry and his head felt like it was stuffed full of cotton. He felt vaugely weird too, but wasn't sure why. He was sure lots of time had passed since he was last awake, the stiffness in his limbs alerted him to that. The last thing he could remember was Envy introducing some General he'd never heard of, spouting on about how the military had decided that it was a good idea to keep the boy on a shorter leash than Mustang had allowed him. He was a valuable asset to the organization, and his allegiance must be assured in some way, the military wanted to make damn sure that Edward needed them and not the other way around.
After that things went a bit fuzzy, he remebered a mild sense of pain, and Envy smirking at him, probably just to piss him off. Then the pieces got a lot harder to put together. There had been a cold smooth surface on bare skin, bright lights, a stifling heat, a blast of red light. But nothing seemed to fit together, nothing seemed to click into the sane chronology that would allow him to start logically deducting what had happened to him. His hope was that it would clear up more as the clouded feeling from the drug had passed.
He noticed then his flesh hand was chained to the post he was leaning against, but this time he could see his automail leaning against the wall across the room. He attempted to stand in hopes of getting it back. Leaving it within his reach like that was a really stupid thing to do. As soon as he got it attached to his body again he'd transmute his way out of this hell hole and as far away from Envy and the general as was humanly possible.
But as soon as he moved to stand he was overcome with dizzyness and nausea. Maybe moving wasn't such a good idea right then, maybe he should sit tight for the moment. He felt strands of his hair swinging freely into his face, sticking to the damp sheen of sweat on his cheeks. He lifted his hand to his face to push it away, and he noticed his hair wasn't in its normal braid.
He sighed, running his fingers through the body of his hair lightly, trying to untangle it as much as he could. He started at the ends of his hair and slowly worked his way up to the scalp. There was something dofferent about the scalp though, something unfarmilliar sticking out of his hair, but his clouded mind couldnt quite wrap itself around it. He struggled to get his still tangled hair into some sembalance of a braid, and reached into his pockets for something to tie it with, anything would work. But his pockets were empty, except for a slip of paper with words on it. He couldn't focus on the words though. There was something wrong, wrong with him, but he couldn't put his finger on it. If only he could shake this fuzzy feeling from his brain, maybe he'd be able to think more clearly about this.
X
It was getting dark when the group re-assembled on the steps of headquarters. Everyone in the office had taken the search for Edward as a good excuse to get out of the building for the rest of the day
