A/n: yes yes I know long wait, but it will be worth it when the chapters start coming up faster now that I have time to work on them again! Gomen! But I hope you enjoy where the story is going! this chappie is a little slow, but gets me where I need to be for the next four or five so just bare with me as this story unfolds! ENJOY!

Ch 4: Burning anger

Ed didn't want to move. His eye hurt, his face hurt… but more than anything, his heart hurt; a deep unbearable pain that seemed to rock his soul. He sniffled, rubbing the tears away with his flesh hand. This was pathetic. He wasn't just some rotten kid. He was the FULLMETAL alchemist for god's sake! But every time he thought he was about to stop crying, the image of Riza, moaning in pleasure, and the look of pure joy on Roy's face, brought him back to reality, back to the pain.

The feeling of emptiness inside his chest every time he thought of Roy was almost palpable. Ed thought he'd be over it by now. He had spent three days in Envy's bed. Crying, moping, and just being generally unpleasant. But yet, still, here he was, crying and still in bed… And still hating Roy.

Ed sighed. This was bullshit. He had lost his arm, leg, and his brother's body all in the same god damn day. He could handle a little emotional pain right? It was obvious what Roy wanted, and it wasn't him. So why was he so distressed over the jackass? And what was with Envy being friendly? The homunculus was his sworn enemy right?

There were too many questions and not enough answers. He rolled over to look at the clock that was sitting on the bedside table. The small green numbers flashed an angry green. 11:23 AM. It was Monday. He had wasted the weekend, and was now supposed to be on his way back to central HQ to get his weekly briefing from Mustang… He knew he was already two hours late, but there was no urge to leave the comfort and security of the bed.

Besides… he never wanted to see Roy ever again.

'The bastard can go fuck himself' Ed thought. Wincing slightly as he laid his head back down on the pillow. The last three days had seemed to fly buy. Friday morning he was lying in his boyfriend's arms, feeling safe and sound, and now three days later he was lying in an unfamiliar bed in the apartment of one someone who he thought was his enemy, and the person he thought was his soul mate was off fucking his secretary.

The audacity of the whole situation brought a smile to his lips. There was nothing he could do about Roy or Riza at the moment, they would be at work and acting professional as always. He just didn't want to see either of them. But he did want to talk to Envy. The whole situation didn't fit together right; there was no reason for the homunculus to save him, so why did he?

No matter how long the blonde alchemist turned the thoughts over in his head he couldn't make the pieces fit. Driven by his curiosity, and a startling need to relieve himself, Ed decided that he needed to ask Envy directly.

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Ed shot a cursory glance around the room. As he had spent the last three days staring at the ceiling and the door, there hadn't been much cause to notice what was around, and what he had noticed: the clock and the door, seemed to be the only real things to notice in the room anyway. The room itself was plain white. Not a single picture to be found on the walls. There were a few bookcases around the room, all of them full to bust with various books and papers.

This didn't seem at all out of place to Ed, as he knew that the homunculus as a whole were very jealous of human's ability to work alchemy and were ever searching for a way to do so themselves. Stealing human souls wasn't what Envy wanted to do, but it's what he had to do. The facts didn't change anything though. To Ed, a killer was a killer.

Ed would've spent some time going through the numerous volumes of rare texts that he found throughout the room, but he needed to use the restroom. Immediately. Or he was going to explode! Making a mental note of specific volumes he wanted to make sure he didn't leave without (in the very likely event that his 'host' decided to try and kill him and he needed to make a hasty retreat), Ed pulled on his pants which were lying nearby, opened the bedroom door and scanned the small apartment.

There was really not much too it, a set of couches and a coffee table were the entirety of the living room, a small one person kitchen sat behind it, and three closed doors sat to Ed's right. The furthest of which obviously lead outside. There was a small balcony to his left through the living room which had a single potted rose. Ed thought this an odd touch for an otherwise barren apartment, but decided that everybody had their own tastes, even if those 'people' were actually kick backs of human souls in the first place. Seeing no sign of the homunculus, Ed turned to the first door on his right and was glad to find the bathroom.

Quickly, Ed ran in and began to relieve himself, a sigh escaping his lips as he felt his over worked bladder relax.

"Glad to see that the shrimp isn't dead" . Ed would've pissed himself at the voice if he hadn't been already doing so. Turning his head, Ed saw Envy leaning against the bathroom door, which he had forgotten to close, a trademark sly grin on his face. Ed felt his face heat up as he realized that Envy was staring at him, and quickly slammed the door shut with his automail hand, the wooden frame cracking from the impact.

Ed could hear the chuckle through the door.

"Calm down pipsqueak I didn't see anything worthwhile anyway" Ed felt his blush deepen at the insult.

"Envy I swear to god I'm going to kill you when I get out of here" He shouted, finishing his business and exiting the bathroom. He found Envy sitting on the back of the couch, facing him, that stupid grin still plastered on his face. Instinctively Ed tensed up, ready to fight. Noticing the change, Envy waved his hand dismissing the small blonde.

"Don't worry, I have no intention of killing you right now pipsqueak, just needed to get you somewhere you wouldn't get yourself killed." Envy regretted the words as soon as he said them as the look on Ed's face went from the trademarked badass alchemist, to that of a wounded puppy that had been left out in the rain. The light had disappeared completely from his eyes, replaced by a hollow glow that chilled Envy to the bone. The homunculus felt his rage at Mustang returning full force and was just about to storm out the door to kick some ass when Ed spoke.

"Yeah… Thanks for that… I didn't need the help though. You should've just left me out there." Ed's voice was not his own. It was far away, dejected, empty.

The sound of Ed's voice brought that crushing feeling back into Envy's gut. He hated it. All he wanted was to have the real Ed back. He needed a rival worth his time…. He needed Ed to be there for him…. So he swore that no matter what, he'd be there for Ed.

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A/N: So? I know it's not much for the long wait, but I've been busy! GOMEN! I promise things will start to pick up here soon. I have some plans for Hawkeye that will be torturous at best soooo yea. Review review review!