Start

Time is not always calculated in units of measure. Seconds, minutes, days, weeks, none of it matters if the clock never starts and if the calendar is never opened.

Envy paced the rooftops of central. What the hell was he doing? This was so fucked up he didn't even know how to describe it. Instead he contented himself with making animals like growls in frustration and continued in his panther-like grace. He would soon have his own circular dent if he kept this up.

Why did that midget always come to this place now? Envy sat down with a huff and draped his legs over the edge. Across the street was a small restaurant. The blonde brought his dates there almost every Friday night now for the past month. Tonight he went alone. The place was nothing special but Envy did like its location. He could see into the front window perfectly. He couldn't decide if that was good or bad. Envy groaned and lay back to watch the stars.

The sin nearly choked when it wasn't the stars twinkling back at his from about but golden eyes. Edward Elric looked at him hard for a moment then straightened himself from his bent over position. Envy didn't move, hell, he didn't even breathe. The blonde undid the cuffs of his dress shirt and sat down beside him, rolling up the sleeves. Envy stayed as he was and tried to figure out what he should do. This was just too bizarre. The blonde spoke first.

"They have a really good cream of garden vegetable soup. I go for that."

Envy continued to stay flat. His heart was racing and he didn't understand why. It felt like the rush he got when he was in a good fight but strangely more gentle and unsettling.

A faint crumple and Envy felt a good weighted paper bag place in his exposed stomach. The blonde spoke again looking at the restaurant below. Envy wondering how he even got all the way up here with him noticing.

"But they have this dress code. I think it foolish but the soup is really worth it."

Envy sat up and looked at his companion. This was the first time they ever just sat before, no fighting, plotting or running. It was kind of nice.

"Anyways I have to go back before I loose the table. I put a hair-tie in there too, just encase."

With that he was gone. Envy watched his climb over the edge onto a fire escape. For someone in brown dress pants, he was surprisingly agile and didn't have any problems reaching the street. Those golden eyes gave him a quick glance in his direction before shouting something that blew him away.

"Well hurry and change! I don't have all night to wait out in the street. I'm hungry!!"

Envy looked in the bag and saw a simple outfit. It was a pair of black slacks and a navy blue with a black vest. And indeed there was a hair-tie. He looked in the bag and back at the street. Even at that distance, he couldn't miss that wink before the blonde turned and went in the restaurant.

Envy didn't know what just happened but it was a start. For some reason that mad him happier than he felt in a long time.