Hmmm, not too sure what I'm writing in this chapter, (I really should stop writing such long chapters) but it's one of my favorites all the same. A certain someone makes an appearance. Thanks to the awesome reviews last chapter :) I've replied them. Hope you enjoy this one too. :)

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"Hey Envy, what time will you be free?"

Envy yawned. "Around 6.30PM I guess," he said, shrugging. "Miss Harper lets me off around that time."

"Alright," Ling smiled at him. "I'll come to pick you up around that time, then?"

Envy flushed, "Geez Ling, you make it sound as if we're going on a date." He said.

Ling blinked. "Aren't we?" He grinned at Envy's surprised expression. "We're going out for a dinner date right? Today's the last day of your week long detention." He said in amusement.

"Oh." Envy said. He had forgotten that Ling had said he would take him out to dinner on the last day of his 'punishment'. "I forgot about that."

Ling laughed. Smiling with open, amused black eyes, he bent down to peck Envy lightly on the lips, before withdrawing and saying cheerfully. "Well, see you later, Envy. I'll be looking forward to our date."

Envy blushed, and cursed himself for it. "Bye Ling."

Ling smiled, turned and walked away. Envy watched him, a smile on his lips and a blush on his cheeks. He knew he was acting like a lovesick girl, but he didn't care. Ling was his boyfriend now, something he had never thought could happen, which he had wanted to happen for too long a time.

Grinning to himself, the purple haired teen whistled as he strolled to Miss Harper's homeroom. He still couldn't believe it – that Ling had asked him out; sure he hadn't replied immediately as he had been too surprised, but Envy had always thought when he finally confronted his crush, he would be the one asking Ling out, which he wasn't sure if the other boy would accept.

It had been embarrassing when it actually happened, but it had been a week ago. Besides, Envy had prevented Ling from proclaiming it to the cafeteria – for which he was glad. So the only people who actually knew about their relationship would be Alfonse, Winry, Russell, Schieszka and Edward. Ling wasn't an attention seeker, and Envy didn't like the spotlight on him either. Perhaps other people, his classmates who had seen the scene knew, but Envy didn't care as long as they didn't bug him about it.

Envy knew he was still acting around Ling as if he was still his crush when they were actually boyfriends. But it was because he couldn't help it – Ling had been his unrequited crush for so long, the first person he had liked since Martha. Although he had found he didn't like Martha the way she seemed to like him, and he had thought perhaps it was karma that he now liked another whom didn't like him back.

Envy's smile faltered. Thinking of Martha and their break up reminded him of how he had met Ling. He had been pathetic then, defenseless and helpless against grown men who were merciless, who knew how to use weapons. Envy remembered the guns they had shot him and Martha with, Miss Harper used a gun too but she used it for discipline – those men used the guns as weapons to hurt, to kill.

Unconsciously, Envy reached a hand towards his left thigh. He inhaled, biting his lip and shoving the thoughts away. He had managed to stand up to them until they had revealed their weapons, with his knife and fighting skills. Envy never told Martha, but he could fight, even back then. He didn't know how or why – he just could; when he had broken Russell's arm, when he had saved Alfonse from the gang of bullies.

It was as if fighting was instinctual to him, to his body. And he loved it – he loved the thrill, the rush of adrenaline, the pride at being stronger than others, winning a fight. Envy knew he had enjoyed fighting those men, knew he had perhaps gone overboard by taunting them to catch him. So perhaps he had deserved what he had gotten – Martha had been furious and trying her best to protect him, and he had wasted all her efforts away.

Though, he had been enraged too when they shot him – for how dare those cowards use such weapons unfairly against him? Envy's purple eyes narrowed. He had been so furious that the rage had just taken over his mind, and he had screamed expletives he had never uttered before, feeling his whole body shake with anger and fear, as if he had become another being. But he had welcomed it, relished in it, almost as if it was natural to him.

But he couldn't be blamed, could he? He hated pain. Fucking hated it. Envy scowled, his steps becoming heavier. Pain was not only an obstacle, it was a burden, and it was painful. Having bullets embedded in his body had introduced to him a whole new level of fucking pain which he hadn't known existed before, and that had drawn out all the anger in him, all the rage and fury and desire to maim, to kill.

"You do not need to have any weapons on you, you yourself are-"

Envy's scowled deepened as the cold voice sounded in his mind. He cut if off forcefully, fist shaking. Fuck, why was he even thinking of that bastard's words? Edward had known him and he had said he wasn't a monster. He had been angry and wanted to kill those men – but so what? They probably deserved to die anyway.

Envy paused, blinking. He groaned, remembering, "Shit, Ed said he wanted to speak to me about something important after school that day, didn't he?" He thought to himself wryly. "Damn it and I went home with Ling that day…I'm such a bad friend."

Envy sighed and ran a hand through his purple locks. "I'll have to ask him about that after detention, no wait I have a date with Ling," He found himself inadvertently smiling at the words.

Envy yawned, "Well guess I'll just text him about it then," he muttered to himself, "I'll just ask Al for his number…can't be anything too important, can it?"

The purple haired teen nodded to himself. He let his mind wander back to Ling, smiling as he thought of his crush and now boyfriend, his sincere smiles, his soothing laugh, his affectionate black eyes…

Envy found himself whistling again, feeling considerably more lighthearted. Whistling a random tune, he smiled as he wondered about what he would do for the talent show. He would sing of course, like everyone, like Ling wanted, but what song should he sing? A classic? Japanese music? Some Hip-Hop song?

Envy supposed he could choose one of his favorite songs to sing, but somehow, he wanted to do something else. He wanted to sing something new, it was Ling who had convinced him to participate after all, Ling who would like to hear him sing. Perhaps he could sing a song for Ling? No, that would probably be too cheesy…

Well, if he couldn't sing a song for someone, perhaps he should sing a song about his life? Though, Envy doubted there were any songs that could describe his life – an amnesiac who was curious of but didn't want to remember his past, preferring his present life which he was content with, looking towards the future, like Winry had said.

Winry…Envy smiled as he thought of his best friend. He knew she cared about him greatly- she had told him to go and be happy, even when she knew his and Ling's new relationship would cause Winry and him to see less of each other, to possibly drift apart. Envy could tell Winry treasured their friendship, and it had been a sacrifice on her part to accept his relationship with Ling. She might understand him well, but he understood her too.

Envy made a mental note to talk to Winry as soon as he could – after his date with Ling, maybe. He didn't want her to think he had forgotten about her just because he was involved with Ling now. Winry could be annoying with her nagging and hitting him with her wrench at times, but she was his best friend and he cared for her as much as she cared for him.

"Heh, I'm getting mushy," Envy smirked to himself as he thought dryly. "I wonder what Win would say if I ever told her this…probably something like 'En, I knew you cared!'…and hit me over the head with her wrench for leaving her alone for so long."

Envy shook his head, smiling fondly at the thought. Hell, was he actually smiling as he thought of Winry hitting him with her wrench? It seemed like he was. And he didn't know why, but he just felt, content and happy.

The purple haired teen looked up as he realized he had reached Miss Harper's homeroom. Smiling, he slid the door open, stepping into the room and calling out, "I'm here, Miss Harper."

"Envy," a cold voice replied, "We meet again."

Envy felt his good mood wither away as he was met with the sight of his Physics teacher who was staring at him with that cold dark eye. He growled, narrowing his eyes, "What are you doing here, bastard? Where's Miss Harper?"

"Riza- Miss Harper is not free to supervise you today," Roy said, narrowing his black eye. "So I will be supervising you, Envy."

"No way, I refuse to even stay in the same room as you," Envy spat and marched away, "I'll tell Miss Harper I will make up for today."

"Envy," Roy said, voice dark, "Get back here."

Envy scoffed and ignored him. He crossed the threshold, only for a hand to pull him back roughly by his shirt sleeve. Growling, he shook it off and continued on, but was blocked by a larger body at the entrance of the doorway.

Envy glared up at the dark haired man. "Cut the crap, Mustang," he hissed, purple eyes dangerously narrow. "You and I both don't want to be here, so get the fuck out of my way and let me go."

Mustang closed the door. "On the contrary," He said, moving his gaze to him, "I would like to discuss something with you, Envy."

Envy gave a bark of laughter. "Discuss? You mean force me to tell you." He sneered. "Do you know I could file an assault charge against you, huh?"

Mustang seemed to ignore him, "You will not leave this room until we have finished our overdue conversation." He growled.

"Well, fuck you!" Envy shouted and rammed his elbow into Mustang's stomach, causing that black eye to widen and the man to choke. His patience was dissipating rapidly and he swung a fist into the so called teacher's face next, only for his arm to be caught by a larger, gloved hand.

"I didn't want to use force," Mustang said lowly, as he twisted Envy's arm. "But you leave me with no choice."

With those words, he slammed the sin against the wall, twisting his arm and bending it at such an awkward angle that Envy cried out in pain. He resisted the urge to screw his eyes shut as Mustang towered over him, "So what will it be, homunculus? Do you want me to use force or can we have a civil conversation?"

"You fucking bastard it hurts let me go!" Envy screamed in the man's face, "I fucking hate pain!"

He thrashed against the hold on him, rage boiling in him as he saw Mustang smirk, "It's no use," the black haired man said smugly. "This is a skill taught to the higher-ups in the military to apprehend criminals, to overwhelm them with pain so they won't be able to escape. It's fool-proof."

Envy glared and tried to kick out at him, but Mustang was standing too close, his knees pressing against Envy's thighs as he twisted his arm and pinned him to the wall. "I said it's futile." He said as he moved uncomfortably closer, his black eye inches away from Envy's enraged features. "Now stop struggling and talk."

"I already told you that I don't remember anything, I don't know anything!" Envy yelled at the black haired man, fury in his gaze. He let out a small whimper of pain as Mustang forced his arm into an even more awkward position. "Damn it I'm not lying! I really don't know anything! I don't fucking remember-AH!"

"You must remember something." Mustang said as he used his other hand to twist Envy's other arm until he heard a bone crack, "You must have had something with you when you arrived in this world."

"I don't know, I really don't know, let me go!" Envy cried out, giving in to the urge to screw his eyes shut as pain overtook his senses, "Please stop, it really hurts!"

There was silence for a moment. Envy felt the hold on his arms slacken, before Mustang released him completely. He gasped and opened his eyes, biting his lip hard as he waited for the pain to fade away, pressing himself against the wall as he rubbed his arms, wincing at the darkening purple bruises.

"I really hate you." He said weakly as he stared up into that dark eye. "You really are a bastard."

"You have done worse." Mustang said simply. "I didn't even break your arms."

Envy glowered at him, as he said, "Now back to my question, did you have anything with you that you recognized when you arrived here?"

"I didn't," Envy said bitterly. "When I woke up I didn't recognize anything around me. I didn't know who I was, I didn't even know my name."

"I see." Mustang said almost thoughtfully. "How did you find out your name?"

"It just came to me."

"Did you have anything on you then, like red stones perhaps?"

"…I have a red stone." Envy said carefully.

"Where is it?" Mustang demanded.

Envy looked at him. He really didn't want to let the bastard know of the existence of his precious red stone. But he knew the bastard would torture him again with pain if he didn't. He now knew his weakness. Envy clenched his teeth.

"Around my neck," Envy said wryly as he lifted his shirt collar aside, pointing a thumb lazily to his pale neck.

"…It's a pendant." Mustang said slowly.

"No shit, it's a necklace," Envy retorted. Mustang's eye narrowed and he said, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "Of course it's a pendant. It's my precious red stone."

"Red stone?"

"Yeah? Is your eye color blind or something?" Envy said sarcastically.

"Let me see it," Envy frowned as Mustang reached forward to grab hold of the jewel. His eye widened. "This…"

"Is my precious red stone," Envy finished for him, pushing Mustang's hand away. "I don't want your dirty hands on it."

But to his annoyance, Mustang took hold of the pendant again, pulling on it and pulling Envy forward, causing him to choke slightly and glare at the black haired man. "Let me try something."

"What-" Envy was cut off as Mustang turned and snapped his fingers, producing a small flame. "The hell?"

"How did you-" Envy started, but Mustang wasn't listening to him. He had dug his hand in his pocket for a crushed piece of paper, which he dropped to the floor. His black eye narrowed, his hand still holding onto the pendant, the black haired man snapped his fingers which were covered by a white glove with a design Envy felt he should recognize, and the sin watched in astonishment as the ball of paper burst into flames, singed black and consumed by the fire which had appeared out of nowhere, until there was nothing but black soot left.

"What the fuck?"

"I don't understand." Envy said numbly as he stared at the black soot on the ground. "Even if you're snapping your fingers, the friction produced shouldn't be enough to produce a spark strong enough to produce fire, regardless of the density and material of those gloves."

"I manipulated the oxygen in the air with hydrogen until it became combustible, with these transmutation circles." Mustang said. He turned to face the stunned Envy. "This isn't Physics, this is Chemistry. Or rather, Alchemy."

"Alchemy…?"

"Transmuting something of matter into a different state," Mustang said. "I used the transmutation circles on these special gloves to manipulate the air around me, rearranging the structure of the atoms to induce the property of combustion-"

"Wait," Envy said, holding up a hand. "You mean alchemy exists?"

Mustang looked at him. "You know about alchemy?"

"Schieszka introduced me to a book about it," Envy said slowly, staring at Mustang. "I don't know much. Just that it's a Science which involves transmuting matter, long worn out by the people of the past. No one does alchemy anymore, it has become obsolete. But the alchemists in the past didn't manage to produce fire. They couldn't turn metal to gold, they needed the help of something called the-"

"Philosopher's Stone."

Roy and Envy blinked. They turned to face the new arrival, who was walking towards them. "The Philosopher's Stone, a legendary catalyst for alchemists, believed to not only be capable of turning metal to gold but useful for rejuvenation, and rumored to be able to grant one, immortality."

"Right, Envy?"

"Ling." Envy said in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

Ling smiled. "I thought you'd like a drink," he said, holding up the can of coke in his hand. He tilted his head slightly. "It is a warm day."

He continued walking. "Or that was my original purpose, at least." Envy watched as Ling turned his head, still smiling but looking at Roy with narrow eyes, "But now I see you assaulting Envy again. I can't say I'm too happy."

"Ling Yao, how do you know about alchemy?" Roy demanded.

"How do I know about alchemy?" Ling asked. He squinted his eyes thoughtfully. "How did I find out about alchemy again?"

The black haired boy hummed to himself, "How do I know about alchemy," he said wonderingly as he tossed the can of coke between both hands. "Do you think I'm an alchemist, maybe? But then, like Envy said, alchemists aren't supposed to exist in this world, are they?"

Roy's eyes widened. "You-"

Ling narrowed his eyes. Envy watched in shock as in a flash, Ling had snatched up the coke can and threw it with perfect aim at Mustang's face. Envy only had time to gape as the metal can flew at lightning speed, thrown with such force and swiftness it seemed to crack from the air pressure, meeting its destination and exploding on Mustang's shocked face as Ling grabbed Envy's hand and pulled him swiftly away from the stunned, drenched man.

Envy saw Mustang unable to close his eye in time and shouting in pain as a bruise appeared on his face and the coke seeped into his one eye, sharp metal embedded in his skin. The sin stared up at Ling, whose eyes were open and narrowed in fury, his right fringe swept aside as he snapped, "That was for making Envy cry, you fucking bastard."

Before Envy could say a word, Ling pulled him with him as he ran out of the detention room and down the corridor. Envy was so surprised he had to stumble to catch up.

"Are you alright?" Ling asked, voice calm now but with overtones of anger as they made their way down the hallway. "Did that bastard hurt you?"

"No…" Envy said, still stunned.

"He did something to you," Ling said simply. They ran for a while more, before he stopped, turning around to face Envy. He stared at the bruises on Envy's arms with narrowed eyes. "What did he do to you?"

Envy took his hand away from Ling's and crossed his arms. "Nothing…" he mumbled, "He just hurt me a little to get me to tell him information."

"What kind of information?"

"He just asked if I remembered anything, if I had anything with me, like a red stone," Envy said quietly. "I didn't want to feel that excruciating pain again, so I showed him my pendant."

"He grabbed it, and suddenly he was snapping his fingers with those gloves and producing fire, out of nothing," Envy recounted as he met Ling's dark eyes. "He said it wasn't Physics, it was Chemistry, or rather Alchemy."

"But I don't understand," Envy said softly, purple eyes confused. "Alchemy isn't supposed to exist, is it? Schieszka told me it's obsolete. So how could he…?"

"The Philosopher's Stone," Ling said suddenly. Envy looked at him and he smiled, but looked troubled, "Envy, can I see your pendant?"

Envy nodded. He resisted the urge to shiver as Ling's fingers brushed against his neck as he gathered the red stone in his hand. "This…Envy where did you get this?"

"I had it with me when I woke up," Envy said, looking away. "I'm an amnesiac, remember?"

"I feel…a strong aura from this pendant," Ling said, and Envy moved his gaze to him. His eyes were open and he looked genuinely surprised. "Although it's faint, I can still feel it – but perhaps that's because it may not be from this world-"

"What are you talking about, Ling?" Envy asked, confused. He looked down, "Alchemy, the Philosopher's Stone, being able to produce flames from thin air, I don't understand any of it!"

"Envy…" Ling sighed. He withdrew his hand, standing up straight. "Mustang…he wants your pendant. Whatever you do, do not let him get his hands on it."

"So you can have it for yourself?"

Ling's eyes widened, as Envy glowered at him. His form trembled. "Even now, you're being so damn secretive," he said, voice shaking, "I thought…that since we've become boyfriends…you would finally tell me more about yourself. It's not fair…that you know everything about me and I know nothing about you!"

"Envy-"

"You and that bastard, talking about alchemy…about it not existing in this world…as if there's another world out there," Envy shot a glare at Ling, blinking back tears, "Is that where you came from, Ling? Is that where he came from? Is that why you're always so secretive – because you're some high and mighty royalty from another world?"

"Is that why Mustang is hunting me down, because somehow, I did something to make him hate me in the past in his world, and escaped to here?" Envy clenched his fist, "Why didn't you tell me you knew me, Ling? At least Edward…he was honest with me. Even if I didn't want to know."

"I didn't know you, Envy." Ling said quietly. "I only found out about your existence when I came here."

"Liar," Envy hissed, purple eyes wild. He swiped a hand over them, turning away. "You know what? I'm tired of this. I'm tired of being the only one left in the dark. I don't want to remember who I was, but after knowing me for so long, Ling, don't you think I would want to remember, to know at least where I came from?"

"I'm an idiot, to think that you actually liked me back, to feel so goddamned happy," Envy gritted his teeth, forcing back the tears in his eyes, "Such a fucking idiot. You just want the stone, don't you? To use it for your own selfish purposes – selfish, that's what you humans are. You would have eventually discovered it, and then used me."

"No." Ling said, stepping forward, black eyes somber. "Envy, listen to me please-"

"So yeah, I'm not human," Envy said roughly, blinking. "So maybe I am a monster like Mustang said. Maybe Edward was lying to me, and I was a monster back then."

"But you know what? I'm not a monster now," Envy said, as he walked forward, away from Ling. "I'm trying to live my life as best as I can. I may not be human because of the past, but if the past wasn't coming back to haunt me and would let me have this second chance, I could be a more decent human than all of you."

"You are human, Envy." Ling reached out to place a hand on his shoulder. His voice dropped. "More human than I am."

"Come on," Ling said after a moment of silence, wrapping an arm around Envy's waist. "Let's talk this over dinner."

But Envy shook his head. "I won't fall for your charm this time, Ling," he said, biting his lip. "Don't make me force you to release me."

Ling hesitated, before Envy felt his arm slip away from his waist. He remembered the force Ling had used to throw the can of coke with his arm, and quickly strode away as he remembered the fight that had acted as the catalyst to their relationship. "Serious fight my ass."

"Envy?" Ling asked, sounding almost lost, "Where are you going?"

"Away from you." Envy thought. He swallowed, and said, out loud, "Don't follow me, Ling."

Ling seemed to hear him, and Envy didn't even have to run to escape. The sin sighed as he walked down the hallway, his heart squeezing painfully in his chest. He remembered how Ling had been furious at Roy, he had never seen the calm boy look that angry before, but he also remembered how Ling had lied to him, only seeking to make use of him…

What the hell was he doing? He was walking away from Ling. He was walking away from Ling because even though Ling had not directly lied to him, he had inadvertently done so and hurt him, not telling him that he had come from his world, that there was another world. And Envy didn't like to be hurt – it made him feel weak and useless, lost and lonely.

Envy sighed. At first he had thought he didn't want to recall his past at all. But with the arrival of that bastard and Edward, he had inevitably been drawn to it. How could they expect him to not feel the slightest curiosity when he was surrounded by people from his forgotten past? How could they expect him to just sit in the dark – especially when the people around him were using unfamiliar terms, alchemy, Fullmetal, the Philosopher's Stone, speaking about something with great knowledge, something that he was supposed to know but knew nothing about?

It was impossible. And that was why Envy felt he needed to know, he needed to know or he would pass every single day thinking about it, thinking about the past he should have forgotten. His mind wouldn't be at ease and he wouldn't be able to live his life to its fullest potential.

Heavy footsteps sounded behind him, interrupting his thoughts. Envy turned, frowning, "Didn't I tell you not to follow me-Mphff!"

The sin's eyes widened as a pair of lips covered his own. He stared up with surprised purple eyes into narrow black-no wait, purple eyes? Envy's purple eyes widened as the purple-eyed Ling smirked at him, gasping as Ling's hand moved to his back, as he pushed him towards the wall, kissing him viciously.

Ling had never kissed him so deeply, so intensely before. Envy let out a small whimper as Ling's teeth caught onto his tongue. He struggled, but felt his wrists pinned to the wall as Ling pressed close to him, growling.

The dark haired boy slipped his hands up Envy's shirt, causing the sin to tear away and yell at him, "What the hell do you think you're doing, Ling?!"

"Ling?" The purple-eyed Ling spoke, and Envy froze as he realized Ling's voice was different, that Ling didn't smirk like that. "Oh, you mean that weak human?"

"Who are you?" Envy said, staring at the stranger in dark apprehension. "You're not Ling."

"Of course I'm not that weakling!" The being laughed. Envy tried to brush the fear aside as those purple eyes narrowed even further, as it smiled at him with sharp teeth. "Don't you remember, Envy? I'm Greed."

"G-Greed…?"

"Yeah, you know, the homunculus?" Greed drawled, grinning widely using Ling's face. "Have you really forgotten about me, little Monster?"

"What's the matter, Little Monster?"

"Y-You…you're that man…"

Greed raised an eyebrow at him, "That man?" He said, sounding almost disappointed. "So you really have forgotten."

"But no matter," Envy tensed as the unknown being moved closer to him, smirking, with something he didn't like in narrowed purple eyes. "Whether you remember or not, I'm sure your body still remembers my touch."

Greed smirked as he trailed his fingers up Envy's chest, murmuring, "Your body…it's just as beautiful as I remembered," he said, desire in his voice which sent a unpleasant shiver down Envy's spine. "So lean, so perfect…but then again, you were the one who made it this way."

"I don't know who the fuck you are but you're pissing me off," Envy growled, shoving hard against the man's chest. "Don't touch me, get away from me!"

"Now, that's just unreasonable, Envy," Greed purred, leaning closer and invading his personal space. He stared at Envy with lustful purple eyes, "It feels like eternity since I've last touched you, and now you're pushing me away? I'm hurt." He drawled.

"Fuck yes, you'll be hurt!" Envy shouted in anger, dealing a swift uppercut to Greed's chin, and found himself yelping in pain.

Envy withdrew his hand, cradling it as he stared at Greed incredulously, "What the fuck did you do?"

"You study…what was it, ah, Chemistry, don't you?" Greed said, smirking, "How ironic that that idiot is good in the subject which I'm making use of, using his body of course."

"Don't worry, I only altered the composition of the carbon atoms a little," Greed reassured sarcastically, "I didn't break your hand, Baby. You should be grateful for that."

"You can change the composition of the carbon atoms in the human body?" Envy asked, disbelieving, "That's impossible. No normal human can do that!"

"No normal human can create fire out of thin air either, can they?" Greed said leisurely. He smirked, showing the Ouroboros tattoo on the back of his hand- Ling's hand. "Haven't you figured it out yet? I come from another world. We come from another world. I'm not human, dumbass. I'm a homunculus."

Homunculus. It was the name the bastard had kept on calling him by. Envy's clenched his teeth, fist shaking. So he had been right. He was not human after all. Ling really was a liar.

"But enough small talk," Envy stiffened as Greed bent his – Ling's face, smiling toothily at him, at the fear in his purple eyes.

"Let's have a nice and good fuck first, and then you can tell me how you managed to obtain the Philosopher's Stone."