A/N Extra long chapter. As always, school is sucking the creative life out of me, so I haven't updated many of my fics in quite a while. But it is the weekend, so I'll try to get to them both, for now here's this. I think I deserve a bowl of ice cream…
"Riza, Riza, talk to me," Roy said desperately, fear clutching his throat tightly. He ignored her pushing away, and came forward, embracing Riza. She tried to get away for a minute longer, before finally collapsing tiredly in his arms. Roy patted her back, rubbing it gently in the way that his mother had always comforted him. He could feel Riza's warmth, her hot breath on his cheek, her warm tears. "Riza, what happened? What's going on?"
Riza choked in an attempt to speak, then just shook her head still sobbing. Roy hugged her tighter; he couldn't believe what he'd seen. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have come home early. And he simply out right refused to believe what he'd heard.
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Envy had a certain self-centered way of walking into a room that seemed to imply that he owned it and that had always annoyed everyone else. Sloth and Wrath were the only ones to have to endure it today. "Where were you?" Sloth asked Envy as he plopped down lazily on the couch.
"Just updating Riza on the standing of everything; like I'm supposed to," He added, glaring at Sloth. Sloth's eyebrows raised ever so slightly, a mere fraction of an inch, but just enough to notice.
"Envy… That was going to be my job. Why did you want it so badly?" Sloth asked slowly. Wrath sat in her lap, ogling Envy as she brushed his long, mangy hair.
"And just what are you trying to say Sloth?" Envy asked, his voice biting.
"I'm not implying anything," Sloth said emotionlessly, "It's just that you've been seeing her so often lately… it makes me wonder whether it really was Lust who let her send out that note." Envy jumped up from the couch, looking ready to kill.
"What the hell? You know why I wanted to see her? I wanted to see her suffer! I hate her, and I hate all humans!" He yelled furiously. "I want to be the one to kill her!" Sloth's eyebrows did not lower.
"Wrath dear, go check how Lust is doing, I need to speak to Envy for a minute," she smiled sweetly down at the homunculus child, who, sensing the state of things, reluctantly nodded and left.
"And what about you, acting like a mom?" Envy snarled, "Protecting your poor little baby from big bad Envy eh? But after all, he's just a replacement isn't he?" Envy was out to make Sloth regret starting up this fight, and he knew exactly which spots were still sore on her. And he just dropkicked one of them.
"Envy, that's enough," Sloth replied nonchalantly, her voice only hinted with the slightest signs of anger. "I just think it's… abnormal. You always get tired of your toys by now, no matter how much you hate them or how hard to get they are. I'm just wondering if… you're getting a bit attached to her? You don't call her Hawkeye anymore you know, don't think I haven't noticed." Envy glared at her with all of his might.
"Well Sloth, it seems you're a bit too observant for your own good," Envy said, smirking evilly. "Don't forget, I'm the oldest, and I can make Dante get rid of you any time I want. And let me make this perfectly clear; I want Riza dead. There's no way in hell that I'd ever be attached in any way other than the want to see her suffering in the most horrible ways." He looked up, a pure malice and insane joy gracing his face, and Sloth sat back down on her chair. Same old Envy.
"Perhaps I thought it through too much," Sloth finally said, satisfying Envy into sitting back down. Her emotionless face hid it, and his casual manner hid it as well, but they both knew now they simply had to wait for the other to slip up. It wouldn't be long.
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"Riza, quiet down, it's going to be okay," Roy said gently, as he'd been for the past few minutes, cradling Riza in his arms. "There was nothing you could have done about it, it's alright, and I'm here now. Is that what you didn't want to talk about? Is that… what Envy did to you while you were away?" Riza took great gasps of air, as though she would suffocate if she breathed the normal amount. Roy sighed, rubbing her back.
"Riza, listen to me," he said quietly, cupping her cheek and turning it towards him. "This was a horrible thing for us both, but we're going to make it through it okay? We have each other; it's going to be all right. He's a homunculus, there's nothing you could have done about it." Riza stared at him, freezing at these words. A look of desperate fear and sadness crossing her.
"Riza?" Roy asked, gulping down air just as Riza had been a moment before, his heart beating faster every second. "Riza, Envy was lying, he raped you didn't he?"
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Envy got up, his bad temper catching up with him as he stomped out of the living room and into his bedroom. He looked around, outrage tearing at him, and picked up the newspaper, ripping it in two. He continued to tear it up, throwing the pieces over the floor, not caring one bit whether they were cleaned up or not. He wandered around, kicking random things; everything Envy kept in his room was very resilient for this very purpose. He sat down on his bed, picking up a dagger and cleaning the dirt out from under his fingernails with it.
So, now he knew who he couldn't trust. It didn't matter though, No one would believe Sloth, and besides, he really did have nothing to do with the note getting out. Envy's room had, long ago, had a large full-length mirror in the corner. Then one day it broke after being pushed about a bit too hard, and he'd kicked the pieces beneath his bed. After all, cuts, pain, it all meant nothing to him unless he was the one causing it.
Envy reached under the bed, picking up a large shard of the glass, and gazed into it thoughtfully. Within a second, he was staring into the reflection of the face of Riza Hawkeye. Her eyes narrowed after a moment, before she threw the piece of mirror across the room into the wall where it shattered on impact.
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"Riza, you didn't chose for this to happen," Roy said half heartedly, his mind shutting down at the absurdity of it all. But Riza's face spelled out what she couldn't bear to say. Roy let go of her, getting up. His look of astonishment slowly fell into one of deep, terrible sadness, before he turned and walked out of the room.
"Roy," Riza finally said quietly as he put on his coat. She spoke louder. "Roy, I had to, you don't know," she started, before Roy simply walked out of the door into the rain, closing it quietly without looking back.
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"Envy, where are you? Dante's asking for you," Sloth said through the crack in the door; it had been locked. Envy lay in bed sleepily.
"Fuck off," he said simply, "Tell Dante I'll see her tomorrow." Sloth stared through the crack in the door, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. She watched Envy lying in his room, before turning out the light and flipping onto his side in bed, facing away from Sloth. He curled up into a ball under the covers, and she assumed that he'd gone to sleep. Something here was wrong.
Sloth looked back as she heard a noise. The door closed as Dante walked in, looking about the messy apartment in unveiled disgust. "Master," Sloth said in surprise, immediately falling to her knees and bowing.
"Get up Sloth," she replied, waving her hand impatiently. "Where's Envy? I asked for him what must have been an hour ago, I need help with Lust."
"He's in his room, gone to sleep," Sloth said steadily, as Dante strode past her. She rattled the doorknob, and unable to open it, clapped her hands together, pressing them against the door. There was a click and it fell open, as Dante walked in, turning on the light.
"Envy, get up," she said, bending down beside his bed and shaking one of his shoulders gently. "Time to wake up, I don't have the time for this." She pulled Envy over to look in his face, stopping in shock. Dante got up, taking a step back as Envy sat up. "Envy…" She said, dazed, "Envy, you're…"
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"Hello, Maes Hughes," Hughes said, putting the phone to his ear.
"Maes, it's me," came a rough voice from the other side of the phone, one that he could recognize anywhere.
"Roy? How's it going, where are you?" He asked, sitting down.
"Not good, I'm in a phone booth," Roy replied, "Hughes, augh…" He sat down in the phone booth, rubbing his temples. "I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm… I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do about this all!" He yelled, leaning his back against the side of the phone booth. Silent tears rolled down his face as he stared at the rain outside the window.
"Tell me where you are, I'll come pick you up," Hughes replied after a moment. "This sounds too deep to talk about over the phone." Roy nodded solemnly, closing his bleary eyes and sighing.
"This is the street name."
A/N I love Envy. Love him, love him, love him! And yes, I have finally seen the end of the series, and I still love him, even though I cried after episode 50. Long and hard, about half an hour of crying, then just running around the house screaming. But once I got over the shock and horror, I still loved him. I love his insanity, his sadistic nature, and his jealousy; all in all I just adore him. I like playing him out, and I like making him in character, out of character, and into other characters. Well, I've got to go get some sleep, so I'll see you all later. Enjoy the wonderfulness that is Envy.