*There's a fine line between love and hate.
And I don't mind. Just let me say that, I like that,

I like that.*

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His plum eyes danced around the walls impatiently, sight never settling on any object for too long. The guestroom-out of the many-was lavish, with a lot of old-fashioned accents and luxurious furniture. Now that he was observing so intently, he fleetingly noticed that the primary color of the room was green. Envy was currently trying to distract himself from the biting pain that was taking over his right side. Of course, he had no idea why he was in so much pain. Oh yeah that's right, because a freaking bullet was buried in his shoulder! And it was all Lust's stupid husband's fault that he was currently bed-ridden with a high fever, with the busty sin looming over him, concern clear in her beautiful crimson eyes and tight lips.

"OW!" He whined at Lust's constant poking and prodding. "Oh, hush." She chastised, flexing her two gloved blood-stained hands. "I need to drain the pus from the puncture, or risk it getting more infected." She dug once again into the red swollen flesh, which made him whine like a kicked puppy.

"Ugh, stupid human bodies." He complained. "They're so weak they can't take a little bullet without it being fatal." She rolled her eyes at him.

"You got to get used to take care of yourself. You can't risk getting hurt, because we are now fragile creatures. There are no second chances for us, understand? Crying about it like a fussy infant won't make it better." If Envy was fully awake and healthy, he would have pounced in anger at his ex-sister's snappy remarks at him, but he only could raise a weak arm, flipping her off with a shaky middle finger. She narrowed her eyes, and doused his wound with rubbing alcohol. Envy hissed in pain, and looked at her straight on.

"It's all your stupid boy toy's fault." He growled viciously at her, but she paid no heed to his words. "Don't call him that, and you provoked him." She replied blandly. "What did you expect him to do? He not may as intelligent as our kind once was, but rest assured, he can beat you any day."

His face grew red in rage. "Say that again, bitch." He spat venomously at her, stifling the urge to tear her limb from limb. Envy knew however, that her insult was low but it was true. Jakob had an aura of authority and had a take-no shit attitude that strangely reminded him of the Fullmetal bastard. He could have killed the half-homunculus with ease. Lust sighed, closing her eyes for a split second and said nothing. A long heavy silenced settled between the two and she rubbed his injury gently with antiseptic, and took out a scalpel and forceps with a remorseful look. Even her normally emotionless orbs were filled with pity. "There is no way to numb it." He silently turned his head to the other side, avoiding her sympathetic gaze and relaxed his shoulder muscles, letting her finish the job. Lust reluctantly continued on, all while Envy gritted his teeth, silencing his screams as best as he could. However, the pain was too great and he could not retain crying out once or twice as Lust dug deeper.

It felt like an eternity to him, with the metallic smell of his blood thick in the air, overtaking his nostrils, the pulsing ache that traveled through his bloodstream, and to top it off, he was also rapidly becoming light-headed. He wanted it to be over already, he was already seeing splotches in his vision. A large white splotch suddenly whizzed by like a comet, and instead of seeing clear, everything looked out of focus and blurry. The colors seemed faded and too bright. An unpleasant sensation filled him, a horrible dizziness that overtook his mind and Envy turned to look at his female companion, a bit bewildered as he never felt like this before. Instead of seeing one attractive woman however, he saw two of them.

Overlapping each other.

"What the hell..." He croaked out, eyelids fluttering rapidly.

His forehead broke out in a chilling cold sweat, and his breaths involuntarily grew shallow. His body wasn't present. Lead was filling his bones, his essence and he felt paralyzed. In a minute, all of his life energy was painfully drained from him, making him unable to even move a finger. It took all of his strength to keep his eyelids open. He couldn't really describe the sensations running through his body, only that he felt like he was going to die. "I-I don't feel good, Lust." Envy found his mouth moving without him acknowledging it.

The room began to spin, slowly but surely gaining speed. "I don't feel good at all," His stomach churned and twisted with no mercy, leaving an awful taste in his mouth. Nausea was hitting him in powerful uncontrollable waves, and bile rose to his throat. As if his sensing his predicament, Lust stopped her probing with her tools, and fetched him a nearby chamber pot. She came instantly to his side and helped him up into a semi-sitting position. Before he could process what was happening, a torrent of vomit spewed out of his lips straight into the bowl. The raven-haired woman had a hand resting on his back, holding him up but at the same time, trying to comfort him, her palm slowly rubbing his spine. His whole form shook violently as he was retching uncontrollably into the pot. He never felt so horrible in his life. Was this what humans experienced every time they fell ill? This was fucking torture!

"The infection's getting worse." She muttered to herself, disgruntled and worried. After what seemed like centuries passed, and Envy heaved for the last time, Lust put down the antique bowl and wiped his lips with a cloth. She laid him down gently again on the bed, his breath still heavy and his skin peppered with cold sweat. There was a deathly-looking pallor to his face, even to the point of having a slight twinge of green. She could tell he was struggling against the impending weakness that wanted to overtake him. He could barely see now, the light that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere was so bright. He could only make out Lust's red lips, which were curling up into a smile. But not just any typical smile. It was a warm compassionate smile that radiated a foreign emotion, one that he couldn't exactly place. Expression of fear and hates, those were the ones that he knew by memory. But this? What in the hell was it?

Maybe it was what the humans referred to as affection.

Though the thought perturbed a bit, especially since this was her giving him the smile, other things had him preoccupied, like the awful burning in his right shoulder as she embedded the scalpel deeper in his skin, already touching the bullet. She now had the forceps at hand, ready to wrench the slug out. "Envy. Let go. Don't feel the pain... Just go to sleep." Her voice was soft, soothing and haunting. Like a beautiful dream. Envy finally exhaled, closing his eyes and succumbing to the darkness. Lust sighed in relief, feeling his body go limp. Now she could work without worrying about his pain too much. It was grueling, stressful and she wasn't any doctor (and she couldn't call one, she wouldn't want to risk anyone recognizing him), but at last the blood stained slug was removed without further complications. The bullet was deposited into a thin metal tray, along with her medical instruments. Hmm. His wound couldn't properly be bandaged if he had his long-sleeved muscle shirt on.

Lust looked at Envy's passed out form in the queen-sized bed, refusing to take on step closer to him. Immediately the expression of reluctance was wiped from her facial features as she shook her head. He needs to be bandaged. If that means taking his shirt off, then so be it. She nodded to herself confidently and took a big stride towards her ex-brother's sleeping body.

Okay, be quick and efficient. She chanted to herself as her gentle hands grasped the hem of the black neoprene.

As Lust tried to pull it up, she came to the startling realization that the fabric was so tight it was literally like his second skin. "Does-he-have-" She struggled with the clothing, pulling it up bit by bit. "-The-shirt-painted ON?" After a practically mortal conflict with the neoprene, she finally got the shirt to his neck. Now another good hard tug...The fabric was removed from Envy's head with a loud pop! The once held-back evergreen haired fanned out again against the silk pillow, almost in a comical fashion.

"Ah!" Lust actually stumbled a bit, since she was using a fairly good amount of strength on that damn-stubborn piece of clothing. Envy subconsciously shivered of the chilling atmosphere, his exposed chest instantly being covered by millions of Goosebumps. The beautiful sin stepped back a bit and took a good look at the part of him she had never seen before. Before turning into half-human, the homunculi's (except for Wrath) clothes never had to be changed, never had to be removed. It was practically their skin! Now, it was different, and it could be taken off, it wasn't actually a part of them.

In all the two hundred or so years that Lust knew Envy, she never once saw what an absolutely marvelous chest he had. He wasn't ripped to the point of being extreme or exaggerated, but the muscles definitely popped out of his skin in a very nice way. Simply put, it was like Envy had been meticulously chiseled from ivory marble and magically turned into human. Her crimson eyes pried away from his exposed skin and grabbed the white gauze to her left. Her job still wasn't finished. She quickly bandaged his injury, stopping the bleeding and while she was acting out the role of doctor, replaced the warm rag on his feverish forehead with a damp cool one.

After checking his vitals one last time, and covering his body with a tan blanket-she didn't want him to also catch a cold on top of it all-, she left the guest bedroom he was currently residing in, now heading towards the kitchen. The white medical gloves were ripped from her hands and tossed to the garbage. Jakob was there, sitting in the dining table with his arms crossed, eyeing the bloody gloves. He had been waiting for her.

"How is he?" He asked, not really concerned. She chose to ignore the biting undertone of his voice.

"His fever is still high, the infection's getting stronger, and he passed out from the pain. But I got the godforsaken bullet out." His face was marred with an unpleasant expression, clearly not happy with his presence in the house. "If you hadn't shot him, this could have been avoided." Lust retorted angrily. "You wanted me to stand there like an idiot when I was about to be impaled with transmutated spikes?!"

"You pulled out that gun before he even knew you were here! And you were prepared to shoot, no matter what he did." Her thin dark eyebrows narrowed dangerously. "You didn't even know what was happening. He's my brother and you shot him down like some kind of animal."

"I didn't know? The minute I stepped out of the damn room, I saw you crumpled on the floor and he kicking in the door to one of our rooms! He was definitely acting like quite the animal-"

"Be quiet." She snapped at him. He merely scoffed at her, piercing blue eyes cold and emotionless, much like Roy Mustang's onyx ones. "And, you never mentioned that you even had any living family member, much less a brother. We've been married for almost four years and you hide this type of shit from me?! I tell you everything and you can't even tell me about your family?!" Lust growled at him and strode to the living room angrily. Her husband followed suit, watching a trail of blood traveling down her left arm. He retreated to the kitchen to rummage around some cabinets and came out again with gauze. She looked at him, confused and then noticed her arm was pulsing and felt hot. Lust looked down to see the cut Envy had accidentally caused had started to bleed because of her stress. He motioned to her to sit down, sitting right next to her, and started to bandage her forearm.

Painstakingly.

Tenderly.

As the rage finally simmered down, and her heart wasn't pounding away, she decided to speak again.

"Jakob, please do not jump to conclusions. I never told you about him because I was too embarrassed," She lied effortlessly, even putting up a good act of looking shameful. "My brother is insane. He sees things that aren't there, and cannot distinguish fiction from reality."

"So he calls you Lust, because..." He trailed off. He wasn't yelling at her anymore, something that she was internally grateful for. "It's part of his fantasy world. He believes we are living immortal sins and he decided my name was Lust. He calls himself Envy, and I merely follow along with him because it's pointless to convince him otherwise."

Jakob looked at her, befuddled. "Immortal sins? What does that even mean?" She raised her arms up in the air, exasperated. "Your guess is as good as mine." After so much experience fooling around with humans, her acting skills could be hailed as perfection.

"And what in the world is up with his hair?"

"He likes to style it that way." She retorted dismissively. How in the world could she be able to tell him that was his natural hair? He would never believe her. "How in the world did he make it green?" Lust shrugged, irritated at his incessant questions.

"Alright then, what's his real name?" He demanded. Lust hesitated, not really knowing what to say. Envy never really had an alias like she had, he merely took the name of whoever he shape-shifted to. Damn, any name would have to do, she'll just think of one randomly.

"Maes." She winced. Maybe she could have thought of a better one? Hopefully, Jakob didn't find the name familiar.

"Maes Havoc?" Her eyebrows raised at his suggestion. "Havoc?" He looked at her like if she was stupid.

"Yeah, your maiden name is Havoc. It is his last name right? He has the same father as you?" The circuits in her brain instantly clicked and she nodded her head as if barely recalling it. She had forgotten that when she barely met Jakob, she took Jean's last name as her own. For what reasons, she doesn't know and does NOT want to figure out.

"Ah yes, I'm sorry. The stench of the blood made my head feel woozy. I'm a little slow right now." He sucked on his teeth. "So, is there any other family member that you are hiding from me? Father, or mother maybe?" She rolled her eyes.

"No, you know that both of my parents died when I was a child." He stayed silent after that and gave a small chuckle.

"What?"

"It's ironic, really. 'Lust'..." He rolled the name of his tongue as if sampling it in his mouth. "It's just that your brother chose the perfect name for you." His voice was no longer bitter, a pleasant smile on his handsome face. He grew close to her, wrapping his right arm around her petite waist. The initial scowl that seemed permanent on her face disappeared to show her smirk knowingly at her husband.

"Is that so?" She asked teasingly, her red lips still curved into a grin. Jakob buried his face into her neck, nuzzling against her soft skin.

"Oh, I'm perfectly sure." He whispered lovingly to her ear.

The bright Cretian sun shone through large glass windows, illuminating the large hotel room Edward resided in. Although the atmosphere had a cheery quality to it, it was not exactly what the former alchemist was feeling at the moment. In fact, he was actually a little upset.

Scratch, he was very, very fucking upset.

Add that with being dead-tired, it was almost a ticking time bomb to go off in Ed's brain. And what was causing his turmoil, you may ask? The same problem that was plaguing him for almost two whole weeks. It was practically a horrendous routine, repeated and repeated...daily.

Have the nightmare.

Wake up screaming.

Unable to sleep for the rest of night.

The whole ordeal had gotten so bad that Ed abandoned sleep altogether, too afraid of what awaited him. Edward Elric had admittedly a lot of negative traits, but he definitely wasn't stupid. His subconscious mind was trying to tell him something...something about Winry. And Envy torturing her? God, it didn't even make any sense. He shook his head, frustrated to say the least. He couldn't waste time putting it off. He just had to call her. The phone was immediately retrieved and pressed tightly against his ear, his fingers drumming impatiently on the wooden surface of the hotel drawer. Waiting for someone to pick up on the other line. Waiting. Waiting.

He was about to hang up when the signature chain smoker voice of Pinako was heard. "Rockbell Automail. Can I help you?"

"Hey Granny."

"Edward? If you broke your automail leg, I will not fix it-"

"No, no..." He interrupted her, scratching his head sheepishly while the other hand cradled the phone. "It's not that. I just want to talk to Winry." He heard the elderly woman sigh and suck her teeth pensively. "She's not here, Ed." This took him back a little, half-expecting that she would be there whenever he called.

"What? Then where is she?"

"Rush Valley. She went over to help Garfield with his shop." He rolled his eyes. Figures she'd be there. "Since when?" Ed asked curiously. "About six months ago. She isn't coming back for a couple more months, however. Maybe two or three. "

"Damn, that long huh?" On the other line, Pinako was actually a bit intrigued that the blonde-haired boy even called her at all. And he didn't even call her for automail repair! Strange.

"Is there something wrong? You don't usually call to have idle chit-chat with my granddaughter, Ed."

He sighed, not at all surprised. That was Pinako for you. Blunt and straight to the point. "Uh, well actually it's not something really important. I just wanted to talk to her." His voice lowered in embarrassment, molten eyes blinking over and over, anxiety clutching his stomach. Did she just snicker?

"Ahh. I see." Pinako chuckled, getting a kick out of tormenting the boy. This was too rich. Edward wanted to talk just for the heck of it? She could practically see him fidgeting over the phone, red as a tomato, trying not to seem too nervous.

"Alright, Gran nice talking to you, Bye!" He blurted out a slur of too-fast words, hanging up the phone in an instant. Well, that did absolutely NOTHING for reassurance. It only served to make him feel like a bumbling fool. He needed to speak to her directly to appease the dread growing in the pit of his stomach.

Now, what was that weird Armstrong look-alike's phone number?

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The shrill ringing almost broke the mechanic's ears. "Winry, be a doll and pick up the phone for me please!" The effeminate man called from the storage room, busy searching for a part for a client. She barely finished up a limb for a customer, so she nodded her yes and made her way through the bustle of people in the small shop and picked up the contraption. "Garfield's Automail Shop, how may I help you?" Her voice was smooth and professional, waiting for a response. On the other line, Edward was silent for a while, not really expecting for her answer so quickly.

"Hello, how may I help you?" She repeated herself in the same calm manner. Yep, it was definitely her. He could tell by the way her voice made the skin on his arms rise with Goosebumps. Only his female childhood friend could do that.

"Winry."

The blonde girl immediately straightened up, recognizing her fiancée (?)'s voice. "Edo?" He involuntarily smiled at the curiosity lacing her voice.

"Hey machine junkie." Despite herself, she beamed into the receiver.

"Hi, alchemy freak." She replied back warmly, her hands tightening around the phone's handle. "What's the occasion of your call?" He grunted at her question, a bit irritated. "What, now I can't call you?"

"It's not that," She stated. "It's just that you never do."

"Whatever, look-"

"YOU DIDN'T BREAK MY PRECIOUS AUTOMAIL-?!"

"NO, it's not the damn automail, Sheesh!" Her initial anger deflated like a balloon and she sat down on the wooden chair again, composing herself. "Oh. Then, what is it?" He rubbed the back of his blonde head nervously, not sure how to even express his concern for her well-being. Shit, I didn't even think this through.

"Are you alright?" Winry pushed her bangs away from her face. "Yes, I'm fine."

"You haven't noticed anything off around there? Something that doesn't seem to sit right?" Like a green-haired palm tree homunculus running around... His mind completed the question, even if it sounded downright ridiculous even to him.

"Uhh, no, not that I know of." Her eyebrows arched in suspicion. "What's this about, Ed?" He gave a long sigh, unsure of what to say. Might as well say the truth. After pondering for a while, his mouth opened again.

"I've been having bad dreams," Edward confessed, starting to fidget under his own meddlesome thoughts. "About you." Winry's baby blue orbs widened. He had been dreaming about her?

"They really freaked me out, and I wanted to call you-"

He struggled to finish his sentence, clearing his throat repeatedly. "a-and make sure you were okay." She almost couldn't stop the involuntary 'AWW!' that threatened to spill from her lips. The smile returned with a vengeance.

"That's so...sweet..." She finally said in a light voice, eyes glittering with affection.

Edward huffed, and shut his eyes, his hand resting on his hip, almost in a pretentious way. "It's not like I don't worry about anyone else," He interjected haughtily. "Also about Granny and Al." The sparkle in her eyes vanished instantly as the words took away the special feeling that had been enveloping her heart. She slumped dejectedly. "Oh. So you worry about me like you do for family, right?" Ed knew what she was getting at, and he knew that he was being stupid, but he still replied in a way he would regret it later. "Yep."

"I see." She stated, sadness weighting her words down. The question resurfaced again. It was on the tip of Winry's tongue.

So, what you told me wasn't a proposal? She asked herself that over and over again, every single day. She really didn't know, and now with what he said, she wanted to scream it out. Her pride, however, got the best of her. "Well, you don't have to worry about me. I am fine. I really should get going, today's a real busy day in Garfield's shop. I'll talk to you some other day, yeah?" By the clipped tone of her voice, he knew he fucked up. But of course, he didn't say anything, only agree with her silent plea to cut the call short. "Alright. Bye Winry."

"Bye." She was about to put the phone down, when she heard the blonde boy shriek "Wait!" In a second, the receiver was pressed to her ear.

"What?"

"...I miss you."

Butterflies exploded in her stomach, and she gave a slight smile. "I miss you too." She admitted, her face growing flushed. "Bye." They both stated in unison and hung up. Winry stared at the telephone for another long minute, thinking to herself. He said he missed her.

He probably meant like a sister or something. That what he said anyway...he looks at me like family. Not like anything else... But how could you even categorize what he told you back at the train station something brotherly? You don't say to your siblings "I'll give you half of my life, if you give me half of yours", so what is going on? Ugh, Ed why do you have to be so complicated?!

"He's going to be the death of me." She sighed.

Meanwhile, Edward was currently ripping his own hair and for the same exact reason. Stupid, stupid, stupid! It was like it was a law of nature that he always perpetually screwed up around her. Never saying the right thing! He was sure to get a good whack in the head with her favorite wrench when he got home, that was certain. Well, at least he knew that she didn't get kidnapped or something.

Hopefully, he would be able to sleep from now on.

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"Oww," Envy whined, rolling over to his left side, feeling a pulsing pain in his shoulder.

He opened his eyes slowly, getting used to the bleary light the oil lamp was giving off beside the nightstand. He looked around once, twice, and saw that he was alone in the same room. He sat up in the bed, feeling a bit disoriented. After his vision didn't seem so blurry, he noticed a couple of bizarre things.

I don't remember taking off my shirt. He looked at his own bare chest in confusion. I didn't even know it COULD be removed! Then he noticed the blood-stained gauze bandaged around his wound. Where did it come from? Now thinking about it more, he couldn't remember anything after he started to feel sick. All he drew a big blank.

I passed out. Envy realized, and immediately scowled. Homunculi don't ever lose consciousness, He thought crossly.

That meant that Lust rid him of the shirt and bandaged the injury. "Huh." He wasn't really sure how to react to that information. Lust never took care of him before and she did like in such a motherly way, it was strange to say the least. Either this was a coy act for her husband or she actually did change in the short time-span he wasn't around her. He shivered from the cold air and grabbed a beige blanket that only covered his legs. He proceeded to wrap it tightly around his upper body. Still, his form trembled despite him not wanting to. He growled, disliking the feeling of freezing air on his skin. There was also a horrible taste in his mouth from the time he vomited. His stomach was growling like there was no tomorrow. And not only that, but he had a huge headache.

"Ah, you're up." The husky trademark voice of Lust followed the sound of the door closing. Envy looked wearily at her, not saying a word. "You were out for a while. How do you feel?" He winced, everything small sound only served to aggravate the pain.

"Been better." He muttered, grabbing his cranium delicately. "How long was I out?" She put a pensive finger to her chin. "Today makes a complete week." If he had been drinking water, he would have done the perfect spit-take. "An entire WEEK? What the fuck?" He grabbed his head in pain, eyes shut tightly. Even his own yells made his head pulse. "Ugh, bad idea to scream. I have a killer headache. "

"Hmm." The back of her hand pressed itself against his forehead. He stiffened at her touch.

"Your fever went down, you can't be that bad. Want me to make you ginger tea?" She offered. Envy looked at her like if she had grown two separate heads.

"It alleviates aches." Lust added, and starting heading for the door. "I'll start boiling the water-"

"What did you tell him?" The green haired half-homunculus interrupted her, halting her steps. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes, and sighed, returning to his side and sitting on the chair beside the bed. Her black hair covered her face as she hung her head for a couple of seconds, then lifted it to meet his eyes. "What else could I tell him? I said you were my mentally unstable brother." His eyes rolled. Figures she would say something like that.

"Which, by the way, isn't that far from the truth..." She trailed off.

"Hardy, har, har. You're hilarious, Lust."

"He's gonna call you Maes, though." To this comment, he immediately whipped his head to her. "What?" She shook her head. "I had to do it. You didn't really expect me to tell him your real name was Envy, did you?" He wanted to keep arguing with her, but he knew she was right. It was no use of even asking about the matter.

"...Maes. You couldn't have picked a worse possible name?" Envy grumbled sarcastically. She scoffed. "I had forgotten about your endless complaining." Lust retorted, rolling her eyes again. "And can your house be ANY colder? I'm freezing my fucking butt off!" He yelled angrily, still wrapped tightly in the blanket like a cocoon.

"Welcome to Drachma." She replied sardonically. He extended a hand to her. "By the way, I would like my shirt back." One sole finger rose up, wagging condescendingly. "I need to change the bandages every four to six hours and I can't do that if you have the shirt on. If you want to remove it with your injury, be my guest. But I will NOT help you, and you'll take a god-awful time trying to do it by yourself. Do you have ANY idea how long I took taking off that loathsome fabric?! It's like it's painted on!" Envy snickered.

"Damn woman, don't get your panties in a bunch. Fine, I'll be like this," He pointed to his bare chest. "All the time. That's what you want isn't it? To admire my awesome body?" His cheeky grin was seriously starting to annoy her. "You're despicable."

"Oh Lust, I've always loved your sweet talk." He cooed in cheery tone, trying to rile her up. She said nothing, her face set in a scowl and her arms crossing over her chest.

"He isn't pleased, you know." Lust said in a low voice. His head tilted to the right, waiting for her to continue. "I told him you were going to be staying with us for a couple of weeks. You don't have a place to stay around here, do you?" Her questions was ignored as Envy sighed melodramatically and put a hand over his chest, right where his heart was.

"Why, Lust! I'm so touched, you really shouldn't have." He spoke extravagantly, even putting a good show of wiping imaginary tears from his eyes. In reality however, he was seething at her comment. How dare she automatically assume that he would be out in the streets if it wasn't for his precious sister!? He was more than capable of taking care of himself, he wasn't a damn baby. The fact that he actually didn't have a place to stay was beside the point. Bitch.

"While you're here, I have to take a break from work to supervise you." The raven haired woman muttered. His own eyes darkened in anger. "I'm not a fucking child. I don't need supervision." He spat viciously at her. "Actually you do. According to what I've said, you're clinically insane and it wouldn't be exactly wise to leave a crazy man in a house alone for ten hours a day." She examined her fingernails, while telling him this, which actually managed to piss him off more.

"I actually had an argument with him for letting you stay here. He doesn't exactly like the mentally ill, and almost looked at me like if I was disgusting for having a sibling like you."

"What if I just leave?"

Her piercing crimson eyes bore into his own. "Amestris is a long way from here. And you were looking for me. I don't think you want to leave just yet." He looked away from her, sight settling on the bed beneath him. "You must be famished. You need to eat, Envy. Can you stand up?"

He scoffed at her. "Of course I can! I'm not an invalid!" He whipped the blankets from his lean form and sat at the edge of the bed. "I'll get your jacket. I don't want you to catch a cold." After she left the room, his feet lowered to touch the cold floor and the knees straightened up only to collapse to the floor. "Oof!" He wanted to scream at his legs to move but they just wouldn't budge. Man, he really needed that food.

He heard Lust's dainty footsteps approaching and then her gasp. She immediately kneeled to him and covered his body with his own jacket, making him put it on. "Are you alright?"

"I do not like this." He said in a low voice, ignoring her question, rage deforming his eyes. "I can't move." Envy suddenly felt her hands touching his back and one grasped his thin-looking wrist. "Put your arm around me." She commanded in a no-nonsense tone, to which he obeyed. "I'm going to lift you up on the count of three, alright? Try your best to stand up." He didn't want to look at her, he felt too embarrassed to even direct his vision in her way.

"One, two, three!" With her unnaturally powerful strength, she hoisted him up to standing position all the while her right hand was firmly placed on his waist in order to ensure that he wouldn't fall. All the while this was happening, Envy's face was painted in a glare. Not at her, she knew but at everything in general. This situation.

"We're going to walk to the kitchen. I have dinner cooking, and I made chocolate parfaits for dessert." She smiled, turning her head to him, almost like she was waiting for approval. Envy only bit his lip at her words. Lust was trying to talk to him, trying to make him comfortable, trying to make him happy.

And she never answered his question.

Why are you being so nice to me?

NOTE: By Lust's comment for the mentally ill, it is for a reason. In the 1910's, it was almost a taboo to have a mental illness, and to be associated with them was also frowned upon.

*I'm coming out of my cage
and I've been doing just fine
Gotta be down because I want it all*