Oh my, I updated. Sorry for the long time inbetween chapters. :
As I said before- it's almost done. Maybe two more chapters left, and then the ending, which I already have typed out and written. As a matter of fact, the next chapter is in the oven as we speak.
Disclaimer: Don't own- never will.
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Waking up was always fun for Envy. He rarely slept, but when he did, he slept like a rock. Last night? He slept. Ah, and what a sleep it was. Usually, when the green haired, violet-eyed sin would sleep, he would completely crash for weeks at a time. Which is why he had such a weird schedule about everything. But, y'know, being not entirely human and not possessing the real urge or need to sleep helped. A lot, surprisingly.
Today, Envy planned to wake up for a totally of 3.5 minutes in order to inform Edward he would be hibernating for a while, get a glass of water, then have at it. Sleeping, that is. He DID enjoy Edward last night, but he needed to crash for a spell. They'd have time to shag later. Hell, he WAS immortal, was he not? Of course he was.
So, when he woke up for said 3.5 minutes, he paused. Light was streaming through the somewhat large window next to the small, twin bed, illuminating the entire five feet of Edward's room. He considered snorting but didn't out of pure laziness. With a small sigh, he opened his violet eye a bit wider and observed his surroundings slowly. There were Ed's clothes in a heap on the floor- Hehe..Last night. Hehe..Sex..- then blinked. Where were his pimp clothes?! Scowling, he swooped out of the bed, throwing the sheets aside and standing, buck naked, in the middle of the room, hands on his hips, looking pissed off. Grumbling, he transformed a pair of boxers on him, looking at the little money signs on them.
Eyes widening, however, he realized that was a very Greed-like thing to own, and quickly changed the money signs to snakes. Snakes equal Envy, right? So there. Logic justified. With another snort, he twirled his green hair into a ponytail at the back of his head and pushed his bangs out of his face with a headband. Damn him and his layers! True, he could just make his hair shorter, or make it, well, not layered, but y'know..Laziness. Transforming takes a lot of gusto, you know, and so far, he was way behind his 3.5 minute schedule.
With that, he opened the door with a growl, "O'Midget?!" he called loudly, sounding pissed off, "You took my pimp clothes, and I totally lied to get them from that shop keeper. I know that they are absolutely glorious, and everything is sexy, but they're MINE, so give 'em back!" he demanded, twirling- much like a pretty, pansy little ballerina girl- into the kitchen, where he crashed into a very red Edward and a very smug looking flaming-horse-man. "Hey, wait." he said thoughtfully, pointing at Mustang with a thoughtful look.
"I know you, do I not?" he asked flippantly, already having forgotten about him. He inspected him, tilting his head left and right, a hand still on his hip arrogantly as his pale expanse of chest- decorated finely with scars from his various encounters with the other homunculi he opted to keep- seeming to glow in the morning light. He glanced at Edward, who was very, very, stiff indeed, and very, very red. And not in the way Envy preferred, either. Damn this human tension stuff. He didn't feel it, but it was probably because he was above it or something. Tch. How bothersome.
Roy's smirk grew, if that was even possible. His coal-black eyes glinted evilly as he inclined his head the slightest, "Ah, Mr. Envy. I'm glad you could finally make it. I heard you took some detours on your way. But that's perfectly fine." he said calmly, still smirking. "I'm also glad you tainted this innocent little girl here." he nodded to Edward, "It was about time he got deflowered." he teased, causing Edward's fists to clench. Oh my. Edward was about to explode. And THAT wasn't in the way he wanted, either! Damn his luck!
Ooh, it was that Mustang brat. He remembered him now. "Eh?" Edward was a girl? Since when? He looked like a man last night. Oh right. Joking. Haha. Humans and their weird humor. Yeah, okay, it was stupid, but he grinned anyway. "Ah, well. You could just call me a regular gardener, eh?" he purred silkily, throwing his thin limb around Edward's shoulder, who, once more stiffened. "Now, Mr. Flaming-Pony-Man. If you would kindly leave. Edward and I have some talking to get to, and you're beginning to irritate me." he said curtly, and hoisted Edward over a slim shoulder and carried him out of the kitchen.
Edward considered protesting. But honestly, he just gave up. What was the point anyway? Growling, he got an idea. He may not protest verbally, but he could still get Envy to drop him. Doll he was not! So, he smirked and latched his teeth around Envy's slim, pale, exposed shoulder, gnawing on it. He felt Envy's muscles lightly quiver in surprise, but the only thing that was emitted from the sin was a giggle, "Frisky today? Listen, I would love to, but I have some serious sleeping to catch up on." he informed him, then remembered. With all that talk about flaming ponies, he forgot his water! Damn! And all that fire talk had gotten him more thirsty. Damn it all. Envy panted, licking his lips a bit before they finally entered their own room once more.
Edward began his tirade, "What the hell, Envy! That was my superior guy!" he said angrily, "I can't believe you just- he just- you- he..Gragh!!" he finally shouted, throwing his hands up into the air and continued, beginning to pace and yell at the green-haired sin angrily. He continued like this, having to sometimes pause and hoist his baggy pants up on his hips, cursing himself for taking Envy's pants mentally. His tirade continued for roundabout a half an hour before he noticed Envy swallowing repeatedly, coughing a bit, and looking out the window- not paying attention to him. At all. The nerve of sins these days! Who did he think he was, anyway? He decided to inform him of his discontent- "Are you even listening to me?" he said.
As he did so, and continued to go off on yet another tirade, Envy mumbled, "Damn it all, I'm really thirsty.." to himself, swallowing once more and coughing a bit. Edward paid him no heed, and he returned the action. "Like," he continued to himself, "I'm so thirsty..I could use a drink." Which, y'know, didn't seem like much. But when you were immortal and you had no real need for liquid of the like, it meant something. Something...Deep. Well, okay, maybe not deep. But it had significance to be that thirsty. "Mmn..Some water sounds nice about now.." he thought to himself, his violet eyes flicking to where Edward was still raving like a lunatic, throwing up his arms. "Watching him is making me thirstier.." he remarked. "I wonder what he's saying.." he mumbled, and tuned in to his short-statured lover.
"...I mean, it's one thing for you to just prance on in with hardly anything on, but to then go on and call him.." Okay, enough of that. Envy grunted a bit and went back to reminiscing about water, soda, tea, liquids of the kind. He felt his mouth fill up with saliva and quickly swallowed it again. Yay, liquid! But it wasn't very...satisfactory. Shaking his head the slightest bit, he groaned softly- thinking about it wouldn't help him any. Back to Edward, then. Maybe he could end this rant quickly. "...I mean, and now, you're hardly paying attention to me–"
Envy decided enough was enough. With a frustrated growl, he grabbed Edward, kissed him quickly, and then turned on his heel, adding sweat pants to his attire with a flourish of white light. "...'Kay." he said finally, hands on his hips, still facing the door. Edward was behind him- looking somewhat surprised and frustrated. "I'm going to sleep, now. I dunno how long I'll be out for. If something happens, leap on me. Now, I can't guarantee I'll wake up like that, so you may have to do something more..creative." he giggled a bit and waved, "And right now I plan to get me some water." he informed the blonde behind him, and left.
Edward raced to keep up, "Oi!" he said angrily, "Hey, hey, hey! I wasn't done yet!" he said angrily and followed the sin into the kitchen, where Al was making breakfast and Roy had decided to make himself comfortable. He stopped at the entryway as Envy continued to get a glass of water, drink it in two massive gulps, then repeat the procedure. Edward licked his lips and hoisted his (Well, Envy's, really) pants back up and sat down across from Roy, glowering at him the entire time. In the corner of his eye, he saw Envy continuing to repeat the same procedure, and his mouth turned upward at the weird look he was being given by Alphonse.
"Um.." Alphonse commented slowly, holding up the egg mixture he was in the process of putting on the skillet. Yay, omelettes! "Don't you want anything to eat with all that, Envy?" he asked slowly after a second, frowning a bit as the sin continued to drink glass after glass of water. "And y'know, you'll just have to expel all that sometime.." he added as an afterthought, mumbling to himself as he moved past the scantily-clad male and put the eggs on the frying pan.
Roy snickered, "Nonsense, Alphonse. If he is, indeed, what he says he is, then I think it's safe to assume everything just magically vanishes. He is so terribly awe-inspiring, after all." he commented sarcastically, looking over the paper he had mooched from the blonde boys, continuing to read it even through the glares he was receiving from Edward, "Do you have something you wish to discuss, Elric?" he asked, glancing up at the boy who's golden eyes merely narrowed further. "Or do you just have a bowl problem? Because the face your making is terribly hard to read," he went back to reading, looking nonchalant, "And, if you keep it up, it'll stay that way."
Edward snorted and Envy giggled, finishing his water and brushing the back of his hand across his mouth with a content, "Ahhh.." sound. He then turned to Roy. The flaming pony extraordinaire. "Actually," he said slowly, "I do have the ability to make it just vanish- but also, I'm basically required to drink this much liquid, seeing as how afterwards, I can go for probably ten years without drinking anything else. My body is much different then your, silly, human body." he then walked over to Roy and pinched his skin, "You can't do that with mine." he watched Roy yelp, and rub his arm- there was already a bruise forming. "Oh, my. Sorry, Flamer. I marred your skin. Ah, well." he said, "Beauty is only skin deep and all that." he waved a hand, "Now, if you don't mind terribly, I'm going to go to sleep." he waved idly, "Ta ra, and g'night!" he said happily, dancing out of view happily. Edward, Alphonse, and Roy watched.
A couple minutes later, they were still just staring at where he had been. Edward was the first to break the staring contest with the empty doorframe and frowned then, turning back in his seat, crossing his arms, "Arrogant prick." he grumbled, "He's nearly as bad as you, Mustang." he grunted.
Roy, with as casual an air as ever, stopped rubbing his arm where the bruise had turned a pretty shade of purple ringed with red- it would be worse later, he knew, but he'd had worse then a bruise. He promptly flipped open his paper once more, tilting his wooden seat back and kicking his feet up on the wooden table of theirs, "Oh, and Alphonse." he said after a moment.
The blonde looked at him, as if coming out of a trance. "Eh?" he asked blankly, eyes still slightly glazed over. Not blinking for a couple minutes does that to you.
"You're burning the eggs."
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"Disgusting..filth." Came a hissed voice in a familiar alleyway in a familiar city. Everything about it rang familiar, if you were to ask a specific person. Even the bum would be familiar. And the bum was frightened, as he was last time. He held up a rusty old butter knife, which, on its own, didn't look too menacing. But she was in her fine dresses..
"W-What? Another one?!" the bum grunted angrily, clamoring to his feet, still in a drunken stupor, but quickly sobering up as he took in the young woman with raven-colored hair cut a couple inches above the shoulder, bangs falling neatly above her purple-gray eyes. He swallowed, looking at her neat, Victorian-style dress. She was different from the cross-dresser, that was for sure, but still, she appeared out of no where! "W-Where d'ye keep comin' from?!" he demanded, breathing heavily and swallowing again, the hand that held the rusty knife in front of him shaking visibly.
"Another one?" the woman said in a cruel, malicious voice, with a hint of sardonic glee. "Do you mean to say, sir," she purred silkily, "that there were more people that came through here?" she asked taking a step to him, her head tilting to the side. She could smell the alcohol on the man's breath, and the sweat and grease on him. Filth. She resisted a sneer, her eyes seeming to become gentle once more.
The homeless man took another sharp inhale of breath, "Y-Yes'm." he said quickly, nodding as he put the knife down slowly, "T-there was a-a pale sir. I thin' it was a sir, anyways. He dressed real girly-like. He also had hair long as y' please." he said slowly, stuttering out his words and trying to recall. "He 'ttacked me, 'e did." he nodded, "Turned into this huge hyena lookin' thing and threw me 'round a bit." he said.
"Ooh, he did? How cruel of him." she purred, "Do you happen to know where he went?" she asked softly, stepping closer to the man and smiling, her hand taking the hand with the knife. "And might I say before you answer, it was terribly brave of you to even consider still living in this alley after a terrible creature like that attacked you..I would be positively..petrified." she finished, her other hand tracing along his grimy cheek.
He shuddered at her touch, but smiled a bit, "Yes, I s'pose it is mighty brave of me." he preened himself, and then shrugged, "They took 'im for some research at th' lab place near th' center'a town." he said, pointing with the hand that wasn't being held. He quickly dropped it as she touched his face. A lecherous look came to his eye as his arm wound itself around her slim waist and drew her closer, "Is there some sorta repayment a gentleman like meself gets for helpin' a lady such as yerself with this information?" he asked, eyes glinting.
The woman's eyes flashed with hatred for a moment, but then smiled, "Of course, sir." and then, in a flash, the man's eyes grew wide, and he looked down to see his own knife impaled in his chest. "There's your reward." she purred, knowing full well that she was getting blood on the bodice of her dress. Scowling, she took a step away, brushing her hand on the wall, "How disgusting of you." she informed the man who had slouched against the brick wall behind him. She bid him goodbye with a small curtsy and started toward the lab.