Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. If I did, Envy would take off that top every once in a while.
The room was so terribly cold and drafty; Envy couldn't help but shiver like mad. A coat would greatly help him, but that wasn't exactly the point. Deep inside Envy, something was telling him to stop, and abandon the mission to kill Hughes. He pictured the miserable scene of how he was kill Hughes, over and over again in his mind. It terrified him to do this, and it was beginning to annoy Envy at how much this one person was so emotionally affecting him.
Another scene subliminally entered his head, the one he often found himself watching constantly, butterfly warmth encircling a seemingly unknown deepness within him. It was back when Hughes was at the train station, wishing a farewell to the short Elric boy, whom is Ed, and the giant, muscular man who seemed to attract weird purple sparkles, whom is Alex Louis Armstrong. Envy was dutifully snooping around, spying on Edward, when he instantly noticed the tall man with the sleek hair, and glasses (To which Envy found most appealing). The man was gleefully smiling and talking to Edward with such unfound ease; it was almost seductive to Envy. He stayed to watch the man, whom is Mae Hughes, a little longer, and gaze upon this intriguing man. Alas, a short period afterwards, Lust had fiercely called Envy from her hiding behind the large boxes of produce.
Envy admiringly savored every thought of Hughes, whom he discovered his name from the long hours of nagging a stubborn Sloth, that had flickered into the depths of his mind. It was clear that this incident had changed Envy's overall perspective of things, and his enemies. After seeing Hughes for the very first time, even his view of Edward had altered. Slightly, but still…
"Envy! You should have gotten out here when I gave you the cue, you ass! Hurry!" came a rushed command from Lust.
Envy suddenly jerked to life, snapping out of his daydreams. He hated being scolded by one of his own, it scarred a sense of his pride. Cursing under his breath, Envy morphed quickly into Maria Ross. He instinctively raced outside into the hallways, to only be stopped by Sloth.
"Nn? What the hell are you halting me for?" Envy asked incredulously.
"Envy, I just want to say I'm glad you're going through with this, even if you have fallen in lo—"
Envy short Sloth an icy glare of death, knowing exactly what she would say if he hadn't cut her short by his deadly look. Him falling in love with anyone? Perposterous! Envy ignorantly refused to accept such nonsense.
Sloth held back a sly smirk, and let Envy catch up with his "next" victim. Lust cast Sloth an amused gaze. They both knew Envy was full of crap when he denied this. They had often seen him at home, walking around as if he was transfixed in a gaze of affection. Dante was, of course, not the least bit happy with this, but presumed it to be a small phase Envy was going to stop very soon. Even still, Wrath had taken notice, and they all knew how oblivious Wrath is to gossip. They just hoped for whatever was best for Envy.
Meanwhile, Envy had reached Hughes, and was now running with him. His heart raced, and he couldn't help but gaze dreamily at Hughes. He even caught a whiff of his scent, and tried to not to glomp Hughes right then and there. If only the other knew that this "feeling" he had was so strong, they would leave him alone about it. It embarrassed him that it was all so obvious to everyone. Hughes suddenly told him about the military's infilterment of "bad" people and their yearn of the Philosopher's Stone. They stopped in the streets, and Hughes looked at Envy.
"Come with me," Hughes said, panic in his voice from the attack.
"Hai," Envy replied.
Okay, so next chpater, things really start to happen. Well... Not EXACTLY but... Near the end...And... You get it xD I'm not telling what is going to happen. Anyways, I want to add a little note. EnvyHughes is not a popular pairing. If you do not like it, please do not flame it. But if you read this, please try and review Thanks