This chappie was inspired by the song You Won't Know by Brand New. Go listen to it. Like right now. It's really good and goes well with the chappie… Well maybe after is good too. Your choice.

I will also give a warning for some serious angst and violence.

"Because…. Sensei…. You're supposed to be dead."

Uryuu's hands couldn't stop shaking. They couldn't stop shaking because his entire world had just been flipped on its ear. His mentor, protector, surrogate father when Ryuuken was too busy, his sensei who had taught him everything he knew about the way of the Quincy, the man that raised him… Who he saw stretching pale, weathered hands in mercy at the hollows who attacked him that one fateful life changing day, who was given no quarter and slaughtered while black robed shinigami laid in waiting to take his body to the one man that would dissect him like he was a specimen… Whose mutilated picture he had gazed at, horrorstruck at the face he had once known and loved after Kurotsuchi had gotten his oily hands on him…

Now standing in his bedroom doorway looking a little older, a little frailer, and a lot more real than Uryuu had ever remembered him being.

How could this be… A dream. It has to be a dream…

"You shouldn't believe everything you hear." Soken said softly, his voice sounded real, like he truly was here. A shadow of sadness seemed to fill his eyes at the words he spoke and Uryuu's bow completely disintegrated.

"How. How are you here?" Uryuu asked quietly, dazed and amazed that his own voice didn't quaver and shake like his insides were doing, while trying at the same time to keep the sheer overwhelming emotions from overtaking him. There was disbelief at his grandfather in the here and now, alive and real. Fear and suspicion that this might be some kind of evil trick from Kurotsuchi, luring him into some false sense of security so he could finally get his hands on the last Quincy. A Soul deep ache that had crept into him all those long years ago when he had seen him fall that had never quite been eradicated. A hollowed out emptiness somewhere deep in his belly where his grandfather's smile used to be. A childish hope that had long ago been snuffed out, hoping that his grandfather and teacher would someday come back, unhurt and unscathed… Just like now.

It has to be a dream…

But it wasn't. His grandfather was here, now, in front of his eyes.

His throat hurt, his eyes burned, and even though he tried to keep them steady, he could still feel his hands tremble.

"It's a long story." Soken said sadly, and the shadow in his eyes seemed to clear and soften when he looked Uryuu over. "But what matters is that I'm here now. Please, let's not worry about all the details. There will be time enough for that later. What I want is to hear about you. About your life. I have missed you so."

Uryuu's thin walls keeping the emotions from taking him over finally cracked and the hurt in his throat and the burn in his eyes let loose on him when Soken opened his arms. Uryuu stepped into it, pressing his face into his grandfathers' robes.

And he knew.

He knew in that moment that there was something truly wrong. Truly and thoroughly NOT SOKEN. Hollow. It's a fucking Hollow! His brain shouted at him, even though a part of him just wanted to ignore that horrible, evil feeling creeping over his limbs that simple touch created. All he wanted to do was onto him and just forget that he had ever been taken from him, that he had ever left in the first place. That Uryuu didn't have to live the last nine years of his life without the one man who had mattered more to him than he could ever have thought possible.

The feeling was like a hollow, and yet not the same. There was a different feeling to this, an undercurrent of something more buzzed relentlessly at his fingers just at the mere touch of his grandfathers' robes. It was a dream then. A horrible, gut wrenching waking dream that threatened to steal his sanity and probably much more. The pain of separation from his grandfather from each day to this one piled up on him. His entire world suddenly narrowed down to pain, sadness, hurt, anguish, and the very clear knowledge that he would kill this creature if it was the last thing he would ever do.

He let go of Soken and stepped back slowly. Envy was still smiling that smile while using Soken's face. How dare he.

"That's the last face you're ever going to wear Envy." Uryuu said in the lowest, darkest voice he had ever used, a voice he barely recognized as his own for the startling lack of anything other than malice in it. He formed his bow and took aim right between Envy's eyes.

"And how is it you know that name?" The voice was wrong. No longer Soken's and a shiver went through Uryuu. It was a harder, younger voice that pierced though him. He took the shot, relieved immeasurably that it was no longer Sensei's voice that spoke to him. There would be no worry or regret that shooting his grandfather's face had been a mistake.

Envy moved much faster than he had anticipated. He dropped to the floor in a crouch; both hands touched the grey carpet in a frog-like squat and he changed his shape. A red wave started at his head, it travelled down his entire body and Soken was no more. A wiry, long haired young man with purple eyes and slitted pupils dressed completely in black looked at him, and a cold, triumphant smile stretched across his face.

"That's twice now I've had those arrows shoot at me. I'll need to pay you back for them when I get the chance." His smile disappeared. "Where are they?" Envy growled.

Uryuu let the all encompassing rage that he had for Envy taking on his grandfather's face fill his eyes. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He fired off another arrow, but Envy was damn fast. He could barely catch the battle roll he made to hide behind the couch and the arrow missed him. Instead of hitting Envy it caught the bottom of the living room window and shattered the glass.

An evil chuckle reached Uryuu's ears and the anger came out full force in his bow as he shot arrow after arrow right through the couch, aiming for the sound, and watched with grim hope as feathers and fluff shot into the air that he had hit the creature. He would never, ever call this thing human. Nothing could be this cruel, this evil and still be called that.

"Enough of this shit!" Envy yelled and Uryuu could feel another wave of that sickening almost-but-not-quite-hollow change, and the next thing he knew his entire body was thrown to the wall, pinned there with razor sharp black fingers. Envy was standing by the couch, blood dripping freely from his shoulder but it wasn't Envy looking him over. It was a woman this time, with long wavy black hair, a sleeveless dress and a red tattoo of some kind on her chest, just above her generous black clad breasts. Her hand was stretched outwards and her fingers had somehow grown to some inhumanely long length, holding Uryuu's arms apart and his shirt to the wall. With his hands outstretched there was no way to shoot this thing and he growled inarticulately, tore himself from the wall and dropped down. His arm was bleeding from one of the fingers that pierced him, but not so badly that he still couldn't take aim.

"Where are the Elrics?" Envy shouted in a strong, feminine voice as the fingers retracted.

"Gone to where you can't follow." Uryuu replied, and in a sense it was true. Envy never specified which Elric, and Envy didn't need to know he was talking about their father. He took another shot and Envy ran from the living room to the kitchen where he shoved the table down with a reverberating crash, letting all his new tools fall to the floor in a hail of sand and small trinkets. Uryuu followed every move he made with the arrows but the table was wide and thick, and the arrow that should have pierced his neck struck the faded grain of the wooden surface, burning a hole, but not quite going through.

The glass on the carpet was enough that Uryuu couldn't go anywhere without being careful. He had taken off his shoes when he entered the apartment and stood by the far wall in sock feet. Heirinkyaku would take him to his bedroom in a flash where he knew a pair of rubber soled slippers were tucked carefully under the foot of his bed, but his feet would still have to hit the floor in order to reach them. Seele Schneider would probably be able to pierce through the wood and destroy Envy, but once again they were tucked safely away in his bedroom closet and Uryuu cursed himself for his foolishness. Every other day, every other time he would have carried them in the hidden pocket of his pants, but the birthday celebration for Ed had made him thoughtless. Weak.

Cursing himself wasn't going to get him anywhere however, and running into his room would mean taking his eyes off his opponent. One he very much wanted to kill.

"What do you mean 'gone'!" Envy shouted in that same feminine voice. It was filled with rage, and Uryuu smiled cruelly, glad that he could get this creature even half as mad as he was. Anger made most people clumsy. He however, had been trained since a very young age to keep his calculating brain working through emotions. Even ones as deep and soul cutting as these ones were. The image of his Sensei standing at his bedroom doorway flooded his mind and loss like a physical blow hit him in the stomach. Even pain as deep as this was something he had to fight through. He did it with that sick fuck Kurotsuchi, and he would do it again with Envy. It didn't matter what he had to sacrifice. He would end it.

"I mean that they are beyond your long fingered reach." A careful step to the side, a quick look at the angle he was at, "The boys seem to be smarter than you are." Another step, a small piece of glass just barely grazing his socked foot. "And by the pride of the Quincy, I'm sending you back to the hell you came from." The last step, perfect location, perfect angle.

Uryuu took his shot.

But something was wrong. The same moment the arrow was let loose Envy changed form again, this time to a creature with black skin, long razored teeth and glittering obsidian eyes and the arrow that was supposed to strike true, right through Envy's chest cavity, bounced off.

"What…?" Uryuu whispered disbelievingly. His moment of shock was all Envy needed. He pushed off from behind the table with inhuman speed and threw himself at Uryuu, pushing him back against the wall and smashing his arms into the drywall hard enough to dent it.

"You're lying!"

"I assure you I'm not."

A squeeze to his right wrist had the bones in his arm grinding together. Uryuu grit his teeth at the pain but kept his face the cool mask that he needed it to be.

Envy seemed to pause at that and the black eyes and body that towered over Uryuu stilled in thought. The silence in the room took on a deadly quality. Uryuu pushed at the hands holding him but nothing gave way and he was forced to stop, lest he break his own arm from trying to free himself. He gave a good stout kick to Envy's legs but without shoes all he managed to do was stub and almost break his own toes. The black body was so tough it was like kicking pure stone. No wonder why his arrow bounced off. If his body was so hard almost nothing could penetrate it.

Uryuu swallowed down the moment of fear that thought produced. If his arrow couldn't go through then how could a sword? How were they going to defeat this bastard? I have to get through this and tell the others. They have to be warned. They have to-

A happy lyrical tuned tore through the apartment and both opponents turned to look at the small table beside the door. Uryuu's cell phone.

Please let it be Rukia. If envy's transformations were strong enough maybe she picked them up, and if she did and I don't answer she'll probably send one of the shinigami over. Uryuu's insides clenched a little. Of course it had to be another shinigami that saved his ass. More cannon fodder for Ryuuken to toss at him the next time he saw him for their monthly dinners.

It was on its second ring and Envy let go of one of his hands, changing only the arm closest to the table. He grabbed the phone using the long fingers he had originally pinned Uryuu to the wall with. Envy smiled and in a flash he changed his other arm so that it became long and snakelike, but still thick with muscle. It held Uryuu to the wall, but it slinked over his mouth and his other arm that he tried to hit Envy with, pinning him awkwardly and masking any sound the young Quincy might make.

Third ring and Envy looked confused on how to open it now. He turned the phone over and over in his hand and Uryuu could see the name flicker on its gleaming surface. Kurosaki Ichigo. Great. It always has to be Kurosaki that saves the frigging day. Even held struggling against the wall with an arm over Uryuu's mouth and arms he still had to hold back the roll of his eyes. At least it was someone that was useful Uryuu decided, and if the changes Envy was doing were strong enough, and Uryuu didn't answer, Kurosaki would definitely be one of those people who just checked in to make sure he was safe.

"How do you open this thing?" Envy asked. This time Uryuu really did roll his eyes.

After the fourth ring his voicemail would kick in. Only a few seconds more, and unfortunate but inevitable help would be on the way. Envy just had to stay confused with the phone for a few seconds longer-

The phone clicked open in the middle of the fourth ring, and Envy's entire body, except for the muscled snakelike arm that held him down turned into a mirror image of himself. A cold, dreadful weight settled into the pit of Uryuu's belly. He renewed his fight full force, kicking, squirming, yelling and even biting the arm he was being held down with. Envy hissed but kept up the hold, then brought the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" He said in Uryuu's voice. Uryuu could just barely hear Kurosaki on the other end.

"Geez… long enough."

"I was in the middle of something." Envy smiled at him with his own face and Uryuu had never been so angry. "What can I help you with?"

"Since… Ed's birthday-" Envy's eyes lit up. "… You do patrols… tonight?"

"Sure, I can do that." Envy replied easily.

"Thanks….pick up… Shoten?"

"No, I can't make it there. Do you think you could send Al over here instead?" Uryuu tried to scream but all that came out was a muffled sound and Envy chuckled in what could only be considered as glee.

"Hold on…" he heard Kurosaki say. His voice was getting raw from trying to scream beyond the arm that held him down. There had to be some way of telling Kurosaki about it. There just had to. He tried to rack his brain in order to tell him something was wrong, but being stuck to the wall left him few, if any options.

A thought came to him and he pushed his entire lower body off the wall and aimed a kick to Envy's face. He jerked back just in time and the phone fumbled in his hands. Envy kicked him back in the shins hard and Uryuu's eyes watered at the sting.

"Be a good boy will you?" Envy whispered evilly to him. Uryuu glared blue death at him and tried again, but Envy had moved a pace back, and no matter how he aimed his kicks, there was simply too much room between them.

"Yeah… half an hour?" He heard Kurosaki say over the phone.

No. I can't let this happen! I can't let this asshole win!

"Perfect. I have just enough time to clear a few things up then." Envy replied in his voice.

"… Biology notes tomorrow?" Kurosaki wanted his biology notes? Couldn't he figure out that this wasn't him? That although the voice was the same he was too nice? Too kind? It wasn't him! The frustration and indignity of it all made Uryuu see everything through a haze of anger.

"Sure."

"Rukia wants to… Hollow… Took care of them?" Yes! Uryuu thought. They actually had picked up Envy's reiatsu! Envy probably didn't even know what hollows were; he wouldn't know how to respond. Uryuu kept his face as blank as possible when Envy gave him a piercing look.

"Of course I took care of it." Envy replied. Fuck. "But I have to go. I'll see you later ok?"

"Yeah… Ishida."

Envy clicked the phone shut and gave him another evil smile. "Well Ishida, I think I've learned all I needed to from that little friend of yours, turns out you were keeping things from me." Envy moved the arm blocking his voice to just below his mouth.

"You won't be able to trick them. They know you're here." Uryuu growled in a hoarse scratchy voice. His previous screaming had done a number on his voice and tried to clear his throat and ignore the searing pain in his vocal chords that action produced.

"Yes, I've gathered that. You've been more than helpful my brave young archer." Envy slipped the arm back over his mouth, but also covered his nose and Uryuu stiffened in alarm. "And you're going to help me in more ways than one before I get my hands on Hoenheim."

Uryuu tried to suck in air, but again and again he was met with unwavering resistance. He knew that if he were to struggle what little oxygen he had could be used up more quickly. That thought didn't stop him from trying even harder. He thrashed angrily, pushing every last bit of energy he had into getting out of the grip Envy held him to the wall with. He had to get away, had to get out of this stranglehold he had been put in.

Damn it! It was no use. His wrists burned where Envy held him down and his legs pounded uselessly on the wall behind him. He didn't care anymore whether it was shinigami or even an annoyed neighbor that came to distract Envy. All he needed was a few seconds. Just a few precious seconds in order to get air into his lungs.

He could feel a burn in them, it was as if his entire chest was one hot poker and his eyes were watering from the pain. Things started getting fuzzy around the edges, like his glasses were off, but they still were resting on his nose.

I'm a Quincy! I need to find a way out of this! I can't die like this!

But even as those thoughts touched his mind he could feel his arms weaken, his legs lose the strength of the kicks he had been bashing at the wall. Things got dimmer, more blurry.

The last thing he saw before complete darkness took over was his own coldly smiling face.

And he hated Envy even more.

So the kid's name was Ishida? He was damn strong for what looked like a sixteen year old and it had taken him longer than Envy would have thought for him to lose consciousness. The teen finally slumped against the wall, eyes closed and arms just barely twitching with the last of his fight. When Envy moved his arm back Ishida coughed and took a few shallow breaths but his eyes stayed closed. That was better. He didn't want to kill him, just let him know that Envy was the one in charge… And maybe scare him just a little.

He lifted Ishida in his arms, but the pain in his arm made it much more laborious than he had originally expected. He carried him to the room and dropped Ishida on the bed, then took a long look at the gash on his arm. Why his regeneration ability hadn't kicked in he wasn't sure and he tried to summon his healing powers. No matter the effort he put in the cut stayed open. What kind of magic is this? He grumbled a string of nonsensical half words and stomped to the bathroom in order to find something to staunch the bleeding with. A white towel was folded neatly on the towel rack. He grabbed it and cleaned it up as best he could. It was already clotting but it hurt more than he would have liked to admit.

Once that issue was dealt with he then started searching the closet nearest him for rope, or anything else that might serve as a good way to tie the kid up. The tiny closet in the living room came up empty so he went to the bedroom closet. A few interesting things were found there: A school uniform with a little tag that said 'karakura High', a weird white and blue uniform, complete with cape. Envy raised an eyebrow at that. Did this kid think he was some kind of super hero or something? Well, no matter.

There was a small box at the back and Envy lifted the lid, his curiosity getting the better of him. No rope here but there were a few strange articles. Five metal rods, some small tubes that looked like they were filled with something toxic blue and glowing. He kept his hand from it and slid his fingers along the side of the box. His thumb hit some kind of round disc hiding near the side and a shock went through him, and a hunger rose up in his belly.

There were few things that could raise Envy's hunger. The first being philosophers stones, the second being the cheaper, crappier red stones, but whatever this disc was it had done the same thing. He lifted one of the discs to his nose and sniffed appreciatively. It smelled delicious, and he slipped both of them into his front pocket for later. If this wound on his arm didn't heal up in the next day or so he would probably have to eat one of them.

He closed the box and pushed it to the side so he could keep looking. He eventually found some rough hemp that looked as if it was older than Envy himself. He unraveled a length of it and tugged experimentally. The rope held up nicely. It would have to do. He went back to the bed and tied the kid's hands together, as well as his feet. He made sure to keep his hands in front of him though. He had learned a long time ago not to tie an Alchemists hands behind him. They were sneaky and more than once he had found those bastards creating arrays with anything they could use to get out of their binds.

Ishida was still delightfully unconscious. It worked out well. The only thing he could think of to gag the kid to keep him from yelling if he woke up would either be more rope, or some kind of clothing, and he would prefer to keep the clothing here so he could imitate it. Who knows how long he would be stuck in this body for. If everything went to plan it wouldn't have to be for long. Envy chuckled and checked the binds he had put the kid in. They held up well.

He heard a knock on the door and a thrill of anticipation shot down his spine. He hadn't seen Al since he had been lying on the floor in the underground ballroom. The poor little tin can was so afraid. Heh. Nothing compared to how he would be if he knew it was Envy standing here. He went over a few ideas of how to incapacitate the walking armor. He decided on tearing one of his arms off, then taking the helmet. It would be his best bet. Either that or one of his legs, but once again, Alchemists were extremely sneaky when they had both arms. He would rather get rid of that first.

"Coming." Envy yelled and walked carefully over to the door. When he opened it he was shocked to find a ten year old standing in the doorway. This wasn't Al. Maybe one of the neighbors kids were trying to figure out what all the noise was about?

"Hey Uryuu, I'm ready to go if you are—What happened to your apartment?"

Envy knew that voice; he could never forget it. So the kid had finally gotten his wish of getting his body back huh? Well, that was definitely more useful than he would have thought. He schooled his face into a sheepish expression and stepped out of the door so Al could walk in. "A stray cat got into my apartment." He said carefully, making sure his voice was just the perfect mix between annoyance and concern. "I got it out, but not before it trashed my entire place."

Al looked worried and Envy slipped behind him to close the door while Al looked on in shocked silence. "You tried to shoot the cat?" Al asked with a nudge of his chin at the couch. Oh right. Well damn.

"It knocked everything over. I was less than impressed. I probably shouldn't have taken my anger out on the poor creature."

"And what happened to the wall!" Al cried. All right, enough of this. Envy slipped directly behind Al and raised his arm.

"Occupational hazard." Envy replied. Before the kid could turn around he brought his arm down hard on the back of Al's head. Al crumpled to the ground in a heap.

"That was almost too easy." He said quietly with a laugh, and then went to the bedroom to grab the rope.

Once he had finished tying the kid's hands he found a problem in his plan. He couldn't keep the kids here. The territory was unknown to him, it was better known to the people he had captured. He would have to remove them from this location to something better. After scowering the entire town over and over again for any hint of Alchemy there were a few places he had found that would work perfectly for what he had planned. He changed his shape to that huge bald Major guy he had seen now and then in Central. He would be big enough to carry both these kids to where he wanted them without any problem at all.

He easily picked up Al, then went to the room and picked up Ishida, whose eyes were just starting to flutter open.

"Sorry Ishida, the last thing I need is for you to be awake." He smashed his hand down on the back of Ishida's head in the same location he had smashed Al. He had learned through his training with that bitch Dante that if he were to smash someone on the back of the head in just the right place the person could be rendered perfectly unconscious. These humans were such frail creatures.

He picked Ishida up under his other arm and took a quick look around. After a moment of thought he also grabbed the rope and made his escape through the same window he had originally snuck into.

Now all he needed was the other Elric brat, and everything would be perfect.

I really hope it wasn't too gruesome? Please let me know what you guys think.

~Symphonyofsilence