Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. If I did, Envy would make a huge monologue about how he is a man and a manly man at that.
The night seemed so awkwardly empty, with nobody but Envy and Hughes. Envy was waiting behind Hughes, trying not to do anything outwardly. He could feel his face grow insanely hot against the cool breeze, and he knew for sure that he was blushing. As Hughes soberly talked on the phone, to a military person he supposed, a photo happened to flutter to the ground. Envy took sudden notice of it, and gazed upon it. The crinkled photo contained an image of a happy family, all smiles. It took a little while for Envy to realize that this was Hughes' family. He pursed his lips together, hard. Hughes had a wife? And a kid! To this, Envy sighed. Whether it was a sigh of relief or a sigh of sadness, it couldn't be deciphered. Maybe a mixture of both. He knew he had no right to mess with a family, but he—Wait why would he? I don't love Hughes… thought Envy. Did he? Envy uncomfortably shook his head doubtfully.
To this thought, Hughes got off the phone, and deeply sighed a breath of relief. Once again, as Hughes stepped out of the phone booth, his scent wafted towards Envy. It sent a delirious shudder down his spine. I can't stand this…Envy thought bitterly. He didn't want his emotions getting in the way of anything, and this was definantly interfering with business. Even still, he couldn't help but feel that he was hurting himself by defying his…."feelings" toward Hughes. I don't love him…I can't love him…Envy thought, becoming flustered from all these back-and-forth thoughts in his head. He was going to kill him, and that was that!
Envy gulped, and readied himself by apprehensively clenching the shotgun in his military pants' pocket. A wave of empowering dread jolted throughout his entire body. He flinched, then fought back against what his mind was telling him. He didn't love, or like, Hughes, this was what he had to do, and if he didn't Dante would make sure he got what he deserved for betraying her strict orders. Even if it felt so wrong, Envy was going to kill Hughes. He said this in his mind over and over again, so the rest of him would get the point, and stop torturing him. He and Hughes turned opposite of the phone booth and began to walk, until they both simultaneously came to a halt.
"So…Tell me something," Hughes suddenly asked darkly. "Ross has a mole under her eye. Who are you?"
Envy felt the sick, cold blade of a knife against the skin of his neck. It was lightly pushed against his throat. He couldn't help but wince, but he knew he had to hurry. Panicking, Envy pulled out the gun that was about ready to pop out of his hand, he was sweating that much, and aimed it towards Hughes. It was too late though, for Hughes had already slashed Envy's throat. Envy fell back, flat on his back, and lay there, pretending to be dead, or dying, as the blood gushed and squirted out of the deep wound. It didn't really hurt, but he felt a little sick feeling his own blood run against his skin; it's warm, thick texture oozing down towards his chest. He could hear Hughes walk away, and say something about how he wasn't tricked that easily. A matter of time, and his wound regenerated back to new. Envy was relieved of that gross feeling. He shifted his eyes toward Hughes. Who was he kidding? He wanted to feel so angry with the man walking away, but instead, he was sad and felt like his heart was hurting. The past months were not phases, and were obviously telling him something. There was no other choice but to accept the feelings that were controlling him. Back in those first days of seeing Hughes, he was uncontrollably giddy, and often told Lust about what he saw when she had nothing to do (In which she quickly tried to find something to do). He couldn't think of anything else. So why should he not give into it now, when he was the closest to this person then ever before? He changed back into his usual, green-haired form, now noticing he was blushing this entire time. Hughes didn't even know his foe was well alive, until Envy scrambled to his feet and began to walk toward him.
Grunting in pure annoyance, Hughes swiftly threw his signature chibi daggers aimed at Envy's chest. Envy reacted to this by instinctively dodging it, by squatting to the ground, and jumping back up again. Hughes had no patience for people who tried to attack and it showed. He threw another set of chibi daggers at his stubborn assassin, yet it failed, for Envy was far too fast. Envy raced towards Hughes, avoiding all the furious attempts to kill him. Then he stopped and stared Hughes straight in the eye. He dropped the gun.
At this action, Hughes was bewildered. Was his opponent giving up? Was he tricking him? Was this person even a guy (Writer's note: Being an absolute hater of Envy gender jokes, I cannot believe I am putting this here. Please forgive me! I'll make up for it, I swear on my grade in Math)? He simply stared at Envy, wondering what he was up to. The silence created deep tension, until Envy couldn't hold it anymore. Without thinking, Envy lurched toward Hughes, and planted a passionate kiss on his lips.
I'm very sorry that is is so short. The scene with Envy in episode was so fast and short lived, and I swear that I tried to make it longer. I promise that the next chapter will be longer, now that we are getting to the part that DID NOT happen. Be expecting some good stuff next chapter Note: Next chapter will probably contain yaoi. I will issue a warning the each chapter if it contains yaoi.