Chapter 1 The Librarian and the Psycopath- Cause we all love nicknames!
Envy softly hummed as he rubbed his long fingers against the clear glass of the spheretical fishbowl, 'Your looking very happy today , Luke.' he murmured to the small blackmore swimming soundlessly around the bowl. He softly sprinkled a healthy amount of fishfood into the clean water and smiled. Envy loved his goldfish, more than most would tend to. 'Its a lovely day, isnt it. But I don't wanna just leave you in my dorm, its not safe enough.. what if someone nocks you over? But I can't take you with me.. I have classes today... hmm... I'll have to find a better place to keep you... maybe somewhere quieter... yes. I'll take you to the library today, Sheska wont have any lessons, its tuesday.' he whispered. 'I hope she won't mind..'
'Of course I'll take care of the little guy, I understand your worry, boys can be so rough sometimes... What time do you get back from rhythimic gymnastics today, Vyne?' the book-worm asked.
'About 5:30 I think.. The contest finals are on, I'll be going against 2o year olds..' 'I can look after him till then, and I'm sure you'll beat them easily. You'll be the most talented there.'
Envy smiled breifly. 'Thanks. Study hard.' he replied as he left the book cluttered study area. You see, the 'library' isn't actually a library, its Sheska's study room. It earns its name from having more books and resources than the actual library in the academy grounds. Also Sheska's renowned for being known as 'the librarian' to the majority of the school. As Envy became more known as a 'psycopath' he came to rely greatly on her friendly personality and pure social innocence to stop him from leaving the school altogether. And there was just SOMETHING about those huge brown eyes.
Sheska sat behind her cluttered study desk, studying Envys dearest pet companion. 'A giant welsh blackmore, huh? There arn't many of you left anymore... Nt' that sad Luke?' she nattered to the fish as it swam gayly. 'I read somewhere that your species has a photographic memory unlike your gold carp counterparts. Ha, just like me! Though, I can't always remember things straight away like I want to...' She remembered regretably when she had a total blank in the middle of her science exam once. She was so dazzled, she forgot to write her name at the top of her sheet. That was a maijor setback of having a brilliant mind, also, she had studied so hard for the exam, that she didn't get adiquite sleep.
He packed his duffle bag ready in advance; his skort, tiny gymnastics top and a large water bottle. Then he went briskly to his mathematics class, not to be late after yesterdays incident involving a blackboard eraser and an angered Mr. Bradley.
The first period of maths went by quickly, Mr. Bradley was naught too happy with Envy's lack of attention and stressing. Envy's tension levels were at an all time high. The competition was in less than 1 hour.
As he strutted hurredly off the grounds, his mind flooded with worry. "Have I trained hard enough? Will I screw it up? What if I do?" He realised he was chewing his fingernail and the emerald green enamel was starting to chip away. He cursed, whipped out some emergency nail enamel and quickly fixed up the chipping. At about this time Edward bumped past him, noting the large duffle bag. To Envy's horror he realised he hadn't zipped it up and Edward spied the tiny midrift top he had packed.
'Well well well, whats all this, eh? Are you goin' out to make a living ey, Vyne?' Envy growled at him.
'Bugger off pipsqueak!' And thats what drew Edward to pull out the article and hold it high for all to see.
'Hey! check this out ! Looks like Vynny has taken a page out of Winry's book in the way of fashion!' Envy hissed fiercly at him, but it was too late. Everyone in the corridors looked around to see the uproar and imediantly, they all started laughing. Not happy, but cruely and loudly. Envy shoved it vigourosly into his bag and charged furiously through the crowd. Tears of shame speckled his eyes.
As he walked briskly to the arena, a fliker of green pale skin started showing up on his skin, he put a hand over it and transformed the patch back to a sweet milky tan. "Crap... its getting worse...Soon, it'll be -.." he trailed off as he walked through the large doors into the gigantic hall. He breathed deeply and pushed open the doors to the main arena. 'This is it, this is really it..' he muttered to himself. The judges pointed to a small bench where 16 older looking competitors sat, waiting for their turn to preform. They were all wearing very different outfits of many different colours, next to which Envys black mini skort and top looked very plain. He quikly changed and sat on the bench next to a 23 year old woman with dark skin, it was then envy noticed that all the other compeditors were women, he was the only boy, and the youngest too.. He bit his lower lip, this was going to be very difficult...
The last girl went on, she did a medeokure routine and finished with a simple cartwheel. Envy frowned, she WAS the worst, but the other competition was much tougher. As he got up, the last preformance, one of the judges tapped her pen loudly, irritable as she was tough to impress. She had already told 12 of the compeditors that they 'should just retire and learn sewing' so Envy was sure to try as hard as possible. As he stepped up to the floor, he gasped in a whole big gulp of air. Her sharp thin lips parted. 'Vyne O'belle, you may start when you're ready, ok?' Skeptisism dripped from her voice.
At that moment, something spectacular happened, not only did he ace his routine, but he finished with an amazing sumersult with unbelivable air, he was probably in the air for 10 seconds before he landed on tip toe. Sweat pored down his face as the whole arena went silent. The judges were flabbergasted. 'How'd... I do?...' Envy panted. He smiled as one of the judges said to another 'Can we really only give him up to 10? I'd give him a mil if I could, I tell ya thats as good as it gets!' The woman smiled curtly. 'Such talent. I didn't know a boys body could move like that!' Envy bowed lightly. 'Thankyou, so much!' He was clapped uproarously as he left the stage. "That went well, I won right?" he thought. The three judges looked at the remaining 3 compeditors.
'Look at the group we have here tonight, you three, out of 100 entrants, are the best of the best!" the portly one said 'And now, we must chose just one of these incredibly talented young people as our winner. And that is...' He collected up the clipboards and looked to the scores.
Envy crossed his fingers behind his back in hope of hearing his alias being called. "Come on come on, how could I have done better? Please please please..."
'The winner is... Our only male compeditor, Vyne O'belle!' Envy's eyes opened wider than they ever had in his entire life. He gasped sharply. 'Well done Vyne! I hope you are proud of yourself for such a sterling achivement!' As Envy walked blissly onto the platform, he looked down at the compeditors below him. The expressions he saw left him perplexed. Everyone of the compeditors he won against smiled genuinely and cheered enthusiasticaly, he was expecting looks of jelousy and hatred, it made him feel queesy.
The walk home was long and relished. When he reached the dorm, he was greeted by a 'gu' and an over the top hug from sloth. Envy blinked in confusion. 'What are you doing, Slothy?' he asked, muffled by sloths chest smooshed into his cheek. 'Envy won big contest, Sloth proud of Envy.' Envy frowned. 'How did you find out?' Sloth pointed inside the room.
'Envy was on TV. Envy happy, Sloth see Envy happy. Sloth happy.' Envy smiled sweetly.
'Oh yeah, I forgot they were gonna broadcast it live... you watched it?' Sloth opened the door wide and they strolled in, Envy paused as he stood in the doorway.
'I forgot to pick up Luke on the way home. Sheska's still got him...' Sloth looked vacantly at him. 'Gu...' he murmured. Envy sighed. 'I'll be back in a minute, okay?' Sloth walked into the small dorm and looked to Envy as he strolled out into the cold evening. 'He should wear... a jacket... its.. getting pretty cold...' Sloth murmured to himself.
Sheska was sleeping leant over the desk when Envy strolled in, she was snoring lightly. Envy smiled slightly, "She's finally sleeping well? Too bad it's on a desk rather than in a bed..." he thought. He went to pick up the spherical fish bowl, but hesitated when he saw her face bruising on a book under her cheek. Envy walked over to her. 'I do owe her one for taking care of luke for me, I suppose I should...' He shrugged and lifted her gently into his arms, he walked out of the study and slipped into her bedroom. He huffed, sweating slightly for he had never been inside a girl's room before (not including lust's of course..). He located her bed and gently settled her into it and pulled the covers over her body. He removed her thick black glasses and put them folded up on the table next to her bed. He glanced around cauciously before sneaking outside soundlessly. He left the dorm to go to his own and to bed, picking up Luke on the way out. 'Thankyou' he whispered.
Unknown to him, Winry had just come back from the garage and had seen him, she smiled seemingly knowingly. 'Sheska?.. And Vyne?... How interesting...' she murmured 'Scandalous..'
