Title: Allotted Design.
Pairing: Envy and Ed.
Rating: PG-16 for language and mild violence.
AN: Co-written by Amanda.
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"Envy!" The voice called again, and they could hear heavy, oncoming footsteps.
Envy clutched Ed's arm, anticipating only the worse; perhaps a kick to the floor, maybe a text book over the head, but instead a pair of familiar fat arms wrapped around him. Immediately knowing it was Gluttony, Envy broke into a grin and waited for the man to set him back down onto the floor so he could turn and give him a formal hug.
"Oh Gluttony! I was so worried about you." He declared while detaching himself from the shorter man.
Ed watched from the side, happy that Envy had been able to reunite with an old friend, rather than an old rival. Gluttony wasn't the man he'd anticipated after hearing stories of him from Envy; where he'd expected an average height guy with muscles from years of working out in the gym, he'd instead found rolls of fat, and a man nearly as wide as he was tall.
When Envy turned to Ed and introduced him to Gluttony, he eagerly shook the man's plushy hand, staring in almost disbelief that the large, bald man was of a high schooler's age, when he appeared he could easily pass as someone of his late twenties, and his mentality and giggles could easily be mistaken for that of a preschooler.
"Hello, Gluttony; I've heard stories about you." He smiled friendlily.
The fat man's grin seemed to envelope half his face, and his heavy tongue hung from his mouth. "Envy is good!" He declared, opening his mouth to say more but trailed off when his words could barely be heard over the rumbling of his stomach. He clutched the rolls, and groaned pitifully. "Gluttony needs food."
Envy looked from Gluttony to Ed, then back to Gluttony. "Well, Ed, are you hungry too?" He scratched his head. "We could go to a fast food place down the street, or something."
"No." Gluttony protested, rummaging through his pocket and producing a crumpled piece of paper. Envy took it, and squinted to read the barely legible writing.
"Oh!" He nodded, handing it back to Gluttony, who clutched it protectively. "Yeah, I forgot… Gluttony gets 50 off on all his food in the cafeteria, since he orders so much."
"Well…" Ed thought carefully; they could go down the street, but then Gluttony would possibly not have enough money to feed himself, and Ed would feel bad for leaving the large man hungry, or they could go to the cafeteria where he could eat nearly anything he pleased, but chance the possibility of a fight breaking out with Envy back in the scene. "Why don't we give the cafeteria a go?"
Envy didn't answer, but stared at the tiled floor, unsure.
"Gluttony and I've got your back." Ed smiled, squeezing Envy's arm reassuringly.
"Yay!" Gluttony cried excitedly, and then lumbered off, leading the other two to his favourite room in the building.
As expected, certain sections of the room grew quiet when word passed around that Envy was near, but many continued on with their previous activities of eating, gossiping, and homework.
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Gluttony seemed oblivious of the attention they'd attracted, and lumbered towards the food line where the Lunch Ladies all greeted him friendlily as they piled a tray high with his usual order of food.
Envy hovered behind him, sticking close to the large man, figuring that if nothing else, he could at least hide amongst the man's rolls should something happen.
Ed browsed the daily menu scrawled onto an overhanging chalkboard, stroking his chin thoughtfully, before deciding to stick with a sandwich and a coffee.
"Coffee'll stunt your growth." Envy snickered, "Why don't you have milk?"
Ed shot him an attempt at a wounding glare, but Envy only continued chuckling under his breath, returning an innocent smile. He'd only recently discovered Ed's rabid hate for milk, and liked to use it to his own advantage; whether as a bribe or a joke.
"Let's eat!" Gluttony declared excitedly, already chowing down on a hot dog from the mound on his tray. With his sandwich and coffee, Ed led the way across the cafeteria to an empty table, where he sat next to Envy and across from Gluttony, who easily took up as much space on the bench as the other two did theirs.
The students around them kept their distance, luckily for the three, as Gluttony obliviously tore through his diminishing mound of food, and Envy casually stole sips of Ed's coffee, forcefully keeping his attention on his two friends rather than anyone around, hoping to blend with the crowd.
He'd been successful until it came time to leave along with most of the other students to find better things to do with their time out of class, when crowds of paired eyes watched them intently, tearing away only long enough to whisper amongst one another.
They were nearly free from the room when a burly jock planted himself firmly inside of them, grinning smugly.
"Get out of the way." Ed attempted to brush past the guy, but he easily shoved the smaller boy back against Envy and Gluttony.
He stepped closer to Envy to loom over him, grin never leaving his face as he watched the boy lower his gaze to the floor. "Yeah, that's right. Look at my shoes, yah fag. What're you doin' back here?" He shoved him roughly back against Gluttony.
Caught by Gluttony, Envy straightened himself and readjusted his shirt, but didn't try to pass the boy knowing it to be a fruitless attempt.
"Yeah," The Queen Bee of the school that really couldn't be considered anything but a Barbie sauntered towards them with three inch heels. "What're you doing back here? Didn't we teach you last time that you weren't wanted around here anymore?" She turned back to her group of clones, who all giggled eagerly, urging her on. She stepped closer to Envy, curling a lock of his long hair between her fingers; she'd always been jealous of his obvious natural beauty compared to her own plastic beauty, but would never have admitted. Tugging viciously, she tore out the lock of hair and held it victoriously over her head, strutting back to her friends.
Envy's face contorted with surprised pain, and he reached up to soothingly stroke his scalp. "What the hell was that for?" He snarled, stalking towards her and tugging wildly on handfuls of her own blonde hair before he could realize what he was doing and that it would only lead to more trouble for him.
The Barbie shrieked, bending over and sticking her rump out as she attempted to tear herself away from Envy, rather than fight him off, and in the process only tore out the handfuls of hair that he held.
"Cat fight!" Most of the jocks in the room hooted and whistled, while the remaining girls gasped in horror and a few even lunged at Envy while the others comforted their Queen.
Seeing them coming with just seconds to spare, Envy sprung up with surprising agility to the surface of a table, flipping away from their grasping hands as they tried to trip him.
Shooting a gaze over to Ed, Envy shrugged in response to his questioning expression. He didn't know how he'd ever learnt such skills as to get away from people; this agility, it was all new but came to him like an old habit or reflex.
Realizing the girls were incapable when it came to bringing down Envy, several of the jocks ran after him, but they, too, fought a fruitless battle. Envy easily swerved and ducked from their lurching attacks, amused with their attempts until they were all called off. Envy skidded to a stop, alone in the center of the room, facing the crowded popular tables. A particularly large football player pushed through the group, holding Ed with his hands behind his back and a fat hand over his mouth. Ed fought, but couldn't get out of the larger man's grasp.
Envy started towards the group, believing perhaps he could do something for Ed until a small handful of familiar bullies stalked towards him, and his confidence was clouded by years of abuse.
Envy backed up, hands out in front of him defensively; the three coming closer only snickered at his seemingly futile attempts as two lurched forward and held his arms to his side, leaving the third planted firmly in front of him.
Envy raised his gaze to defiantly lock eyes with the pair before him, but instead of his anticipated respect earned a backhanded smack across the face. His head tore to the side, and he groaned softly, hair curtaining his face.
"That's what I thought; y'faggot." He snarled, grinning when he saw Envy's shoulders beginning to tremble. He turned to boast to his friends that he'd made the fag cry, until Envy's snickers rose in volume.
"This is no laughin' matter!" He hollered angrily, punching Envy with all his might just below his ribs.
His frail body bent over as far as it could with the two holding him on either side, but he only continued to laugh, until he threw back his head and cackled.
"Me? A faggot?" He lowered his face to lock eyes with the boy in front of him again. "Remember your dead friend? Well," He swung his head to the side, brushing his hair from over his face. "I bet you didn't know that he was as just as much a faggot as I am?"
Knowing that Envy was subtly hinting to the shower rape, the jock before him growled and lurched forward, latching a hand to his shoulder and curling the other into a fist to repeatedly pound into Envy's stomach.
Envy went silent, bent over with his hair over his face, coughing back the pain. The two holding him let go, and he fell to his knees on the floor. He began to laugh again, "Yes, this is just the position he had me in."
"You forced him!"
"You can't force the willing," Envy spat on the jock's shoes. "He came in my mouth, and the last time I checked that usually means you liked it." He rose shakily to his feet.
His angry assailant lunged forward, tackling him to the floor, and in a perfect example of brawns over brains, began to beat his fists into Envy's chest and face rather than orally fighting it out.
After Envy's arms fell limp to the tiled floor beside him, eyes closed, the jock figured his job had been carried out and straightened up, panting loudly.
His lips quirked into a grin before his eyes parted widely, and Envy spoke; "At least you fight it out like a real man rather than shoving your cock down my throat like your faggot friend." He cackled.
The jock held back a threatening fist, ready to strike again but two others tore him away from the laughing boy.
"Don't worry about it, man." One assured him.
"It's not worth it; he's fucked up." The other nodded in agreement as they all watched Envy slowly rise unsteadily to his hands and knees, spitting a puddle of saliva and blood to the dirt encrusted floor, still laughing his cold snicker.
"What the fuck? You're going to just let him get away with this?" The Queen Bee stalked towards the four, heels flicking obnoxiously on the floor. "Fine; I'll take care of this!" She hissed, pulling a nail file out of her hand bag and lunged at Envy, ready to get him back for screwing with her friends, and hurting their pride.
Envy saw her coming, but with slowed reflexes skittered from her target zone just in time to earn him a deep scratch across his arm rather than a stab through the shoulder. He stared at her, clasping his bleeding arm.
"Why the hell is that thing so sharp?"
The Barbie grinned, holding the file pointed end up. "For cleaning under your nails." She giggled cheekily, swinging at Envy again, but as he jumped from her aim she fell to the floor.
Envy stood back to laugh, but then noticed everyone else in the room all collapse in unison as the floor rumbled below them. He didn't understand, until he noted Ed rising slowly from the floor; alchemy.
"Envy; c'mon!" Ed hollered, running for the doors of the cafeteria, with Gluttony and Envy in tow.
AN: W00t for psycho Envy. Reminds me of the scene in Fight Club when Brad Pitt is being beaten, but only continues cackling. Creepy.