Author's Notes

It depresses me I don't own FMA or SM, but you know, I doubt I'd be writing this if I did.

Review everyone! I seriously need feedback! I don't know if this is good, bad, or if I'm slaughtering everything and anything Sailor Moon or Fullmetal Alchemist! Tell me!

Okay, now that that's out of my system. I apologize for the delay. This one is a little harder to write for.

Storm of Envy

Chapter 3: It's Not You

He held his head high as he looked at the target. The room this time was being watched by the arrogant, overprotective guardian and the cat. They had started doing this since his last visit. How could he approach the room if they were still there? If only one of the other homunculi were here with him. Then he could have them be decoy. But then again, they'd probably laugh at him for having such feelings for a mortal.

What could he do now? His classic entrance wasn't going to work tonight. He'd have to try again tomorrow. No! No, he'd done this twice already. Those two weren't budging. He'd have to enter another way, and that was that. Yet which way to go? The front door was out of the question, since they could see him enter from there. Oh, there was another window on the other side of the house!

As he dashed to get a better view, he found that there was a white cat patrolling the area. There was his way in. Then he saw the girls. Those whorish heroines who were guarding his way to his precious Bunny. Wait, there was one missing from the ranks. It was the one who called herself "Sailor Pluto," but he'd seen enough battles to know he couldn't afford a fight with them. He could just leave a message at where she dropped his letters. Maybe she would get it. Then again, he hadn't changed forms in forever, and if that's what it took to get in, he'd do it.

With some focus, he became the man in the tuxedo to the finest detail. He ran before them, gasping.

"Girls! There's someone pretending to be me on the other side! Quick!"

He spoke in a hurried manner, as the whole group, including the cat, looked at one another, nodded, and ran off. Using the few precious seconds he had, he ran in through the window, crept past the sleeping mortals, and went to her room. As he heard the noises from outside, he changed forms again to the little grey kitten, as he put the note in his mouth, and crept to under Bunny's bed. For a princess, she sure didn't fit the bill. Why did he like her so much anyhow? He dropped the thought, as people's hushed voices filled the room.

"He's not here. The door hasn't opened or anything."

The black cat seemed so full of herself—it would probably lead to her death one day. He had a good chuckle as he heard the tuxedoed man speak. The one who dared to call him a bastard.

"Then he's somewhere else in the house. Let's go search."

He was angry. Peeping out from underneath the bed, he watched them all leave. Every last one of them, like the idiots they were. He jumped onto the vanity to see why. She was awake. The two looked at one another in silence for a moment, the letter in his mouth, as she held out her hand.

"Give it to me, and get out of here. Just be careful."

How could she understand him so well? How could she be so gracious, so kind? Was this what he desired? This being that seemed to care about him even though he was like the evils she fought? He dropped the letter into her hand, and ran out the window again, fleeing into the night.

Serena chuckled. She hid the letter in her pillowcase, as the group returned.

"Did you see him?" they asked. How unfair was it that she was such a terrible liar? At least she could say something believable.

"I saw Diana chasing something out the window just a minute ago," she replied, as the whole group dashed out the window. With a calm, deep breath, she took the letter, and went to the bathroom. "Good thing Pluto went back to the gates. She never would have let me get away with that one."

Her hands opened the envelope carefully, as she locked the bathroom door and began to read.

Dearest Bunny,

I agree that a change in location would be wise. I'm sure I'll have twice as much trouble getting in tonight than I've had in the nights previous. I suggest the knothole in the tree at lunch. You know, the one you sit near? Get in ahead of your friends or check after they leave. I'll get the message in there when it's time. This way, you don't have to worry about those overprotective guardians of yours. In fact, I'll throw them off track, and let them think I've vanished. But don't worry about that. I'll take care of it.

Well, my name was given to me because a man, who wanted something that wasn't his, tried to get it, and because of that, I was born. I won't get into the fine details, but that's what I meant. I am grateful you understand the need for secrecy. Not very many people do.

Honestly, I meant to ask you sooner, but the fear of hurting your feelings got the better of me. Would you like some assistance with your writing skills? It seems that whoever taught you did very little to help you in such a sensitive matter. I will look into finding an appropriate tutor for you, if you are interested. Well, what do you say? If I've angered you, I apologize wholeheartedly. I only ask because I see the intelligence and refined grace you hold, but your writing hides that. It those kinds of things that probably got you the atrocious nickname Meatball Head. Anyhow, just think it over and let me know.

Enjoy your evening.

Love,

Envy

Serena tried not to chuckle. She put the letter away in her pajama pockets, left the bathroom and went to her room. The others hadn't returned, and Serena prayed that he had gotten away all right. She sat down by the window.

"I've never had anyone worry so much about how I'd feel about such a question. He truly is a gentleman, and a chameleon apparently. Well, I'd never admit that I expected him to have such talents, but they seem to be useful. At least now I know he won't have to worry about sneaking in anymore. The girls really have gotten pretty tight on security since Trista left. If that's what it takes to protect a queen," Serena sighed in her mind. "I'm glad he doesn't like my nickname. I'm glad he thinks I'm smart. But what is he shooting for? I'm going to be married. I can't be with him, as much as he desires it. Well, I guess his name describes his personality too, but honestly, he's much sweeter sometimes than just the pure Envy I think he sees himself as. Maybe if I show him that, he can let go."

Moving back to her bed, Serena slept peacefully. No one returned to her room that night.