Envy opened the door, flicking the light switch up. It wasn't a large room, just big enough to house two people. Pride cocked his head, gold eyes scanning the room curiously. There were two beds in it, both looking exactly the same. There was a rather empty bookshelf, And a door that led to the bathroom. His ears flicked up curiously.
Envy rolled his eyes, pushing Pride not so gently into the room. He stumbled forward, catching himself before he fell. He looked back at Envy. "Stay here?" His sickly voice had the hint of a meow in it, and Envy fought back a snort. "Yeah. We will." Pride said nothing, only crawling onto the bed he designated as his.
It was near the window, and moonlight spilled out onto the darkened sheets. He stared up at it in wonder, the bright moon almost intoxicating. Envy looked at the other, watching the quivering tail. "Moon.." Pride murmured, one hand lifting itself, as if to grab it out of the sky. He stopped, then turned away, facing Envy.
The older homunculi watched Pride, a little confused. He shook off the feeling, then pointed at the bed. "You stay here. I have more business to take care of." Pride blinked. "Busy-ness?" Envy nodded, then turned away, locking the door behind him. Dazedly, the blonde curled up on top of the sheets. He curled his tail over his nose, ears pinning back. His eyes slipped closed, and he fell asleep.
/I keep your photograph, and I know it serves me well./
Roy didn't know why he had taken that picture from Ed's file. He didn't need it, it certainly wouldn't help his search. But he'd pocketed it anyway, keeping a hand on the pocket most of the day. It was like a hint, almost. Frowning, he unlocked the door to his office, eyes focusing immediately at a slip of black paper on his desk. Picking it up, he stared at the white writing. His eyes widened, and his heart sank.
Too late.
He's dead.
Roy's heart sped drastically. Dead. There was no way. Edward Elric, who had survived human transmutation and an unbeatable killer. Edward Elric, the youngest state alchemist in history. Roy knew he wouldn't go down without a fight. It wouldn't be easy to kill that boy. He ground his teeth, pocketing the note as well. Clenching his fists, he called Riza.
"Lieutenant. There was another note today. Come here immediately, make sure you aren't followed."
As Hawkeye stared incomprehensively at the note, Roy spoke. "Well? Unlikely, isn't it." Hawkeye nodded. "I think it might be a trick, something that's meant to lead us astray." She said, handing it back to him. Roy nodded. "I thought the same thing. We're not giving up yet, and neither is that kid."
/you don't feel me here anymore/
Pride woke suddenly in the middle of the night, after dreaming of fire and metal. He blinked dazedly, confused. He was alone in the room, though the light was off. He stared out the window again, sitting up. Pride cried out, feeling a sudden jolt around his left leg and right shoulder. He dropped back onto the bed, hissing angrily. The hiss turned to an angered yowl, and he fell silent after long agonizing minutes. The pain ebbed away, and he stared at his arm. The moonlight seemed to be shining off it.
He blinked, and the strange vision was gone. Pride closed his eyes again with a sigh, curling up. He stared at the wall, vision blurring. He tried to clear his eyes, only succeeding in falling asleep once more.