Points of Authority
Wow. I got a buncha people saying "You can't kill Envy!" Of course I can't! He's my little palm tree! He shall prevail! X3
Anyway… Yeah, I do update fast, this I realize… I don't like to keep my wonderful readers waiting, I suppose. :Ayame laugh: … Though I am in quite a fix… I have to have them try to do something to Envy-kun… But what? Hmmm… This'll be an interesting chapter, of that I'm sure. Okay, I hope. Hope is always good. Yesh…
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Envy lay restlessly in his room, a strange sense of foreboding making it impossible for him to sleep. (A/N- RUUUNN! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, ENVY! No, I'm just kidding… XD) He blew it off as simply an imagined feeling, possibly derived from the day's events.
Oh, fabulous, now if I think any thought remotely having to do with that, I can't stop imagining the way Ed's— WHOA! Bad Envy! Bad! That is the last place your mind needs to be right now! Envy shook his head vigorously, trying to push all unwanted yet oddly pleasant— No! Not pleasant! Repulsive! REPULSIVE, DAMMIT!— thoughts from his head. He buried his head into his pillow, attempting to block them out, but the less the light, the stronger the images became. He decided that sleep was highly overrated anyway, and, jumping out his window, went for a— hopefully— relaxing walk through East City's park.
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Ed lay on his bed in the hotel room, arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. He sighed and turned his head to look at his brother. It had taken him only a second to make up an explanation as to why he was on the ground, blushing, hair tousled, tangled up in his sheets, looking out the window as if expecting to see someone, with a broken lamp in the corner of the room. He knew that it would take his brother longer to actually accept the story as truth. He knew that the only reason that his otouto-chan had allowed the subject to drop was because Ed was so obviously out of it.
Deciding that his lying to his brother was the last thing he needed to be dwelling on, he turned on his side, facing the window, and closed his eyes.
Half an hour later and sleep was still as far from Ed as the Philosopher's Stone. Thoughts of Envy, the way he looked, the way he moved, the way his outfit fit him in all the right places, leaving just enough to the imagination, the way he must taste… That last thought made him blush furiously. It also did absolutely nothing to help his sleep deprivation. He was getting frustrated. Ed was tired, and when he got tired, he got irritable. He definitely didn't want to come in to work irritable the next day, seeing as how the Colonel, that bastard, would just take the opportunity to push his buttons. He sighed heavily, rolling out of bed and collecting his clothes, throwing them on with vague annoyance. What I need, he thought to himself, is a walk.
And, with that thought, he walked out of the room quietly, sneaking down the hallway and the adjacent staircase, opening the door of the hotel, and heading towards East City's park.
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Envy sat in one of the many trees lining the concrete sidewalk in the park. He was hoping, though not highly, for an unsuspecting victim to scare the daylights out of, if not kill. After all, he was bored, and when he got bored, bad things happened.
What felt like an hour (but was actually about five minutes) passed him by, and he was about to leave, when he heard approaching footsteps on the path. His eyes widened and he grinned disbelievingly at his luck. He pulled the single dagger that he had taken with him out of his glove, grin turning feral, amethyst eyes glinting dangerously in the moonlight. When the object of his attack stepped into view, however, those slitted eyes widened and he dropped his weapon. Of course, he thought bitterly, the one person I'm trying to avoid just happens to be as restless as me. And, not only that, but we have the same idea of relax— well, I'm sure he isn't out here to kill someone to relax himself…
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Edward turned at the sound of something falling. His eyes narrowed, trying to discern whatever was in the darkness of the forest bordering the path. It's probably nothing… An owl, or a stick that fell off of a tree… You're overreacting, Ed, freaking yourself out. His heart racing, he transmuted his arm, inching closer to the darkness, his weapon at the ready.
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Envy stood in the darkness, watching as Ed walked hesitantly towards the woods. On the other side of the path. He snickered, then clapped his hands to his mouth, then mentally cursed, because the slapping of his hands had made a louder noise than the snicker. Well, there goes my hiding place… I swear, I'm such a genius…
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Ed turned suddenly, hearing something from the other side of the path. What the… Was that a snicker? "Who's there?" he called out, walking closer and closer Envy's hiding spot. Envy was too busy cursing himself and his idiocy to realize just how close the alchemist was until they were practically nose to nose. Both noticed the other's presence at the same time and jumped back, emitting a startled yell.
"Envy! What the… What are you doing here!" Ed yelled, clutching his heart, gasping for air, and remembering at the last moment to throw the Sin a glare.
"I could ask you the same question, O'Chibi-san. And I think I will. What's an important military figure doing wandering the streets of East City at four o'clock in the morning? Causing trouble, are we?" Envy replied, trying for the world to retain his casual and cocky façade and failing miserably. Unfortunately for the palm tree, Edward noticed.
"What's wrong with you? You seem all… out of sorts."
Envy raised an eyebrow. "Who says I'm of any particular sort?"
"………………That made no sense."
Envy just grinned. "Seriously, though, what are you doing out here so late?"
Ed flushed and looked away. "I uh… You know, I couldn't sleep. That's all. I just couldn't sleep. So I decided to… take a walk." In other words, I can't get you out of my head… Damn you… Why do you have to be so… So… "Why are you out here? Out to wreak havoc?"
Envy noticed the shorter man's flush and blushed a matching shade of red. "Eh… you know… Same reason… Couldn't sleep and all that jazz." Ohgodohgodohgodohgod, I really hope he can't read minds right now… That would suck………… AAH! BAD THOUGHTS! BAD THOUGHTS! He unconsciously began shaking his head, closing his eyes and putting his fingers to his temples, trying to block out all the images. His face turned a deeper shade of red.
Ed looked on curiously, unsure of the homunculus's odd behavior. He looks like he has a fever… Can homunculi even get sick? … Is he blushing! Oh, this is good… Edward grinned sadistically. "Having pleasant thoughts, Envy-kun?" he purred, sidling up next to the Sin and resting a hand on his firm chest. He snickered as Envy's face turned three previously undiscovered shades of red, silently celebrating that he had finally found a way to defeat the Sin. So what if it was cheating?
Envy's heart nearly stopped. He slowly slid his eyes open, only to be met with the golden orbs that could only belong to two people, Edward and that bastard of a man who used to be his father. Both were suddenly aware of how close their faces were, and Envy was immensely shocked to realize that Ed's was only getting closer. Ed, in the meantime, was shocked that he was being so bold. Screw bold, he decided that, if his presumptions about Envy's emotions were incorrect, this was downright suicidal.
But, as their lips met, ever-so-softly, he also realized that he couldn't care less.
About thirty feet away, hidden by some sparse shrubbery, Lust smiled. This was precisely what she needed to get rid of the only thing that stood between her and the favoritism of Dante. Speaking of Dante…
Lust turned to face her creator. "I see my presumption was correct."
"So it was."
"What shall we do about his treason, Mother?"
"What else? Kill him."
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O.O Oh, yeah, how's that for a cliffhanger? Lol. Well, don't forget to review! Like I've said before, flames are welcome, but they will only aide in my destruction of the high and mighty Flame Alchemist. Or to make yummie s'mores. Whichever appeals to me the most at the moment.
Ja, mata!
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