A/N Hello again! Well, it's two in the morning and I'm wide awake, so I think I'll type something up. Lets see how thisturns out!
Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will.
"He did it Lust, I've already told Dante," Envy muttered, walking in through the door. "God I'm tired, I'm going to sleep. Let me sleep in okay?"
"No, Envy, you can't," Lust replied, "Don't go into your room."
"Why the hell not, I just spent two fucking weeks in a morgue," Envy replied, slamming the door and glaring at Lust, "Why did I need to go in there and cover for that dead girl anyways? Did Dante want her body, or what?"
"It's a new experiment that we're using your room for," Lust replied as Envy sat down on the couch next to her, "And you know that Dante's told us to keep you in the dark from what's going on, so don't ask. You can sleep in my bed until we figure this out."
"Let me get this strait. After all I've been through, I'm still being punished?" Envy got up, his voice with a new edge of hatred and annoyance added in, "Oh hell no! I want to go in my room and go to sleep, and that's what I'm going to do."
"Wait," Lust said quickly, getting up to strop Envy as he wrenched open his door, "Envy, no!" Envy flicked on the light, stopping dead.
"There's a dead girl in my bed, Lust. A dead girl. In my bed. Okay, I don't care what Dante says, what the fuck is going on?" He yelled, staring at Riza's still form. Lust sighed, walking up beside Envy.
"She's alive, just asleep," Lust said plainly, "She's been drugged 24/7 since we first brought her here. Dante wanted to know what would happen to the homunculus if the person it were made to be were still alive. We have to feed her 5 times a day with broth and change her bedpans, which I suppose now falls to you."
"Ok. So she's been asleep in my bed this entire time," Envy replied, "And you were going to tell me that this bitch was still alive when? You know what? I'm too tired for this shit; I'm not dealing with any of it until morning. Night, guess I'll take you up on your offer." Envy opened Lust's door with unnecessary strength, cracking it down the middle as he slammed it shut and lay down on Lust's bed.
"I think that went pretty well," Lust sighed, turning out the lights and laying down on the couch to go to sleep.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
"What the hell do we do now?" Ed asked Hughes, "Or have you not noticed that Riza's body is gone Hughes, GONE!"
"How the hell should I know? This could mean many things," Hughes replied, "We need to tell Roy."
"At three in the morning?" Ed replied, loading the dirt covered shovels into the trunk of the military car they'd taken.
"Why the hell not?" Hughes replied, "He's probably still up drinking anyways." Ed sighed, getting in after Hughes. "You up for it?"
"…Not really," Ed sighed, "But I'm guessing I don't have a choice."
"Bingo. Technically, your turn for cheer up duty started about three and a half hours ago."
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
"Roy, open up!" Hughes yelled as Ed hammered on the door. Ed clapped his hands together, transmuting the lock open. They both ran in, dividing up the house. Ed ran up the stairs, opening the door to Roy's room. He took a few hurried steps in, before stepping back in horror as he saw something he'd hoped to never see again. The transmutation circle for an attempt at human alchemy.
Roy lay curled up on the floor, holding the bloody stump that used to be his hand. Ed stepped forward slowly in disbelief as what had happened sunk in. "Roy, what have you done?" he asked quietly.
Roy's eyes opened up at hearing the boy's voice, and he sat up slowly, pain throbbing throughout his body with every movement. "You should know Ed," Roy replied, forcing out his words, "I tried to bring her back."
Ed thought of one person in particular at this statement. His old teacher Izumi, he remembered what had happened to her. What she'd created. Ed grabbed Roy's collar, pulling him up. "What did you do with it? What did you do with the creature you created?" he asked in a panic, "Did you give it back to the gateway?"
"I don't know," Roy replied, "When I woke up again I was going to, but it was gone." Ed muttered something inaudible, somewhere along the lines of 'Dante…' as he thought of what had been created that night.
"Dear God, what have you done?"
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
"Where's Envy?" Sloth asked the next morning as she took a sip of coffee.
"In my room asleep, he'll probably be out until about five," Lust replied, "He took it pretty well actually. Just broke a few doors, yelled, you know, the usual."
"Really? I thought he'd have gone after the stove again, he simply loves breaking things when he gets into his moods," Sloth replied, walking to the door, "I'm going to go see how things are with Dante, don't let Envy kill you too many times."
Lust gazed benignly out a window as Sloth went. "I try not to."
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
"Winry, do you think we could come out there for some automail?" Ed asked.
"What? You need more? God Ed, how many arms have you broken so far this year? Hell, how many this month?" Winry asked exasperatedly, "Fine, just get down here by the end of the week alright? I'll get ready some parts, you're always breaking your arms…"
"Yeah," Ed replied, "Something like that. I'll see you then." He hung up the phone, walking back into Roy's room. Hughes sat by his bed, wiping the blood off of Roy's chest with a wet hand towel. They'd bandaged his arm with fresh cloths, but they were slowly being dyed red. "She said it'd be fine, what are we going to tell the military though?" Ed asked sitting down next to Hughes.
"We can't tell them the truth, and we can't hide the automail forever," Hughes replied, "We need to find an excuse, call up HQ Ed."
Ed nodded, going back to the phone and dialing the number of the military base. "Hello? This is Edward Elric calling for Roy Mustang," Ed said to the feminine voice that answered the phone. "He's had a bit of an accident…"
Ed listened to the reply, before muttering, "One minute please," and covering it. "They want to know what happened to him, what do I say?" Ed asked.
"I don't know, say he was hitting on a girl and her boyfriend came and beat the crap out of him for it," Hughes said, holding back a laugh.
Ed pulled the phone back up to his mouth, glaring at Hughes. "He's had his hand cut off," Ed said, "It was an attempted suicide since the loss of his wife, but he dropped the knife. We just found him; we'll bring him by to the doctor's right away. Alright, bye." Ed hung up the phone, looking up at Hughes in annoyance. "You know you're not helping."
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Sloth hung up the phone. "I never knew he was so good at improvisation," she smiled, getting up from her desk and walking down a hidden passageway to meet with her master. "So he's lost the hand eh? That's a new one."
A/N I'm hyped up on caffein, I think I'll go read a book for a while. By the way, has anyone here heard the song 'The Girl From Ipanema'? I'm addicted to it, it's quite good. Also, if you want to know my myspace account, email me okay? Well, five reviews at least please, peppermint ice cream makes me update faster as always, good night!