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Chapter Fourteen:

His Toy, His Heart

Edward and Roy walked down the street, hand in hand. Neither of them caring who looked at them with puzzled or disturbed expressions. They heard the whispers about their age difference. They heard the whispers about their gender. They heard all the whispers. But, nothing could deter them... because, they were in love.

Hours had passed since the shower incident. And now, Edward was sure Roy really loved him.

He knew he wasn't dirty.

The Flame Alchemist had said he wasn't dirty, so that means he wasn't dirty, right?

After feeling a reassuring squeeze on his flesh hand, Edward was positive.

He wasn't dirty.

But even if he was... it didn't matter.

It didn't matter because Roy loved him.

"Hey Edward..." Roy began, "why don't we go to a small bakery I know? It's a favorite place of mine to go on days like this." He finished, looking at the dazzling golden sun.

Roy couldn't help but notice how the sun was not nearly as beautiful as the alchemist walking beside him.

"Sure, Roy, as long as you're paying." Edward said with a smile.

The colonel rolled his eyes dramatically. "Of course, using me for free food, are you, Fullmetal?" He joked with a smile.

"Why else would I be with you?" Edward retorted with a smirk.

Purple eyes, filled with malicious intent blinked curiously. They were going to a bakery? A shit-eating grin made it's way across his lips. He could have fun with this.

He could find a new way to break his toy.

It took the two males a while to finally get to the small bakery, and when they arrived the walked inside, hands still together. Very few people were inside. As they walked to the counter to order, the only sales clerk, a woman clad in a skimpy skirt and revealing shirt, that now held no appeal to Roy, raised her dainty hand as if to stop them for walking any closer.

"Sorry..." She said in a nasal tone, eying their entwined hands. "We don't serve queers."

The younger of the two lovers eyes widened. This was his fault. If he hadn't been holding Roy's hand, the sales lady wouldn't have said that, and refuse to serve them.

This was his fault.

The older of the two lovers eyes narrowed. How dare she. How dare that ugly bitch say that to them? To Edward? She has no right to say things like that, to refuse to serve them. Even if they were gay, money was money. That slut can't say a thing.

"Do you know who I am?" Roy asked, straightening his posture, but keeping his hold on the blonde's hand nonetheless.

The sales clerk, who's name tag read Sarah, who looked if she was in her early twenties, popped the gum she was chewing loudly, and answered the question in the same nasal tone. "No-" She drawled out the vowel. "And why do I care?" Sarah asked, rolling her eyes as she examined her painted nails.

Roy smirked. She really was a stupid girl. He placed his free hand in his pocket of his casual pants and pulled out his silver pocket watch, his proof of being a state alchemist. "I'm colonel Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist; Hero of Ishval. And this is my partner, major Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist; Hero of the People."

A sadistic grin spread it's way across her lips. "Oh, so this is the famous Fullmetal Alchemist... the one that was supposedly raped, correct?" A cold laugh bubbled out of her mouth. "I bet he was moaning like a common slut." Sarah said as she smirked cruelly at the couple.

No. He didn't. He never did that. Edward didn't want that! He was not a slut...

He was not a slut.

"Don't you ever speak that way of Edward!" Roy threatened, his glare becoming fiercer.

But Sarah did not listen. Her sadistic grin only grew. "I think that dirty little boy deserved it. Whoever did that to him -which I bet it was on consensual agreement- has done a damn good job... breaking the Fullmetal Alchemist. That's a good one. Some 'hero of the people' he turned out to be..."

Oh, was Roy mad. Edward was practically shaking in his black boots, clinging on to Roy's jacket. Edward was trying to heal those scars Envy had left on him, so who did that bitch think she was, talking about a state alchemist, let alone Edward, in that way.

Roy would not stand for this. "I will not hesitate to burn you, and this pathetic little shop."

"Please remove your queer selves from here." Sarah sneered at the couple.

"I see no reason to do such a thing." Roy retorted back at the annoying woman.

Edward didn't like the attention they were both receiving. Receiving because of him. He pulled on Roy's sleeve subtly. "Roy, we should just go..."

"I don't see why we should." Roy answered, still glaring at the sales clerk, and the other few customers that dared look in their direction.

They weren't supposed to be here, the looks the people gave them made that clear. The petite blonde was desperately trying to convince Roy to allow them to leave. This was all his fault. He couldn't go out in public anymore. He now knew the public acknowledged him as dirty boy.

The people that had once thought of him as a hero, now thought he was nothing more than a begging whore.

He could never leave his house again.

Envy had ruined that much for him. Envy had ruined everything.

"Roy, I want to go home." Edward demanded his boyfriend. He didn't want to be here, with all these eyes silently judging him.

The colonel sighed, he knew that this date had been ruined for them both by this bitchy sales clerk. He knew Edward wanted to go home now, the comments were getting to the blonde. He knew Edward was still extremely sensitive to that topic, he couldn't blame him for that. And Sarah- or whatever the fuck her name was- was only rubbing salt in the emotional wounds. Roy could feel Edward shifting under everyone's judgmental eyes.

And after all, what kind of man could say no to his boyfriend?

So, glaring once more at the sales clerk who ruined their date, and the people around them who had witnessed that event, he held on tightly to Edward's hand, and led the petite blonde outside.

As Edward and Roy left the bakery, Sarah smiled maliciously. Oh, that was so easy. She walked to the back of the store and slipped out of the back entrance.

It had been so easy.

Now, it was obvious that Fullmetal had not forgotten what had happen, Fullmetal was not over those memories.

Another sadistic grin played on her lips and then, there was a fizzle-like noise and red flashed around her.

"Finally, I can stop being so ugly." 'Sarah' said, examining her form.

A black skirt-like bottom, and a black shirt stopping just below the bottom of the chest. A black headband accessory, with red circles. (1) Purple eyes, filled to the brim with evil intentions.

And dark green palm tree-like hair.

For Envy, it had been easy enough to eliminate the real Sarah. And it had been even easier to convince everyone he was her. And the simplest thing that he had done was a few minutes ago, when Edward and Roy were there. He knew they had been planning to go eat there, and he had quickly killed the real Sarah, and took her place as the sales clerk of the day.

Then, when the two alchemist's came in, the rest was simple enough.

Rub salt in the wounds of the Fullmetal Pipsqueak.

Oh, his new toy was fun indeed. To see his face after all those words he had spoken.

And to break his toy again and again, that would be a dream.

A dream is a wish your heart makes. (2)

And his 'heart' wanted to break Edward. It didn't matter that his core was a Philosopher's stone, and not an actual heart. He still wanted this. Envy wanted to hear the screams of agony once more. To see the tears that would course down the tan cheeks as he once more ripped the pipsqueak apart, starting from the inside.

And his dream would soon come true.

That, he promised.

Envy's heart would get what it wanted. He would be fulfilled.

His toy would be broken.

TO BE CONTINUED

(1) Sorry if I didn't describe Envy's outfit nicely, I tried. If you have a better way to describe his outfit, tell me, and I'll fix that right up!

(2) I bet Cinderella never planned on that little line of her's to be used in this way... oh well, if I didn't ruin Cinderella for you, what kind of fanfiction writer would I be?

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