WOOT! We're almost done! Only three chapters left!
So now Envy's distraught. Poor boy. He's taken off and left Ed confused. OH THE DRAMA:P I'm such an idiot sometimes…
Back in Envy's POV. Enjoy chapter 6.
I heard Ed's frantic calls, and it took all I had not to turn around and run back to his arms. I couldn't face him, not after what Winry had told me. It pained me to keep it from him, but fear and pride kept me from voicing the event.
I had to talk to Lust.
My pace was quicker than usual as I practically scurried down the streets of Central. I expertly weaved in and out of the evening crowd, barely touching anyone in my frenzied pace. Given, people stared, but I was never there long enough to cause a scene. I had to get to Lust. I had to sort this out before the evening was through.
As the crowds thinned and the derelict building came into view, I broke into a run. Why the hell not? The faster I found her, the better.
However, I was cut off. Sloth stood in the doorway, placid smile in place. "Where have you been?" she asked calmly, much like the mother she was.
I frowned. "Nowhere important. Why?"
She shrugged lethargically and replied, "I hadn't seen you all day. I was…curious."
"Fine, whatever," I snorted, moving to walk past her.
Elegantly, she slid in my way. "Why are you in such a hurry?" Sloth inquired as casually as if she'd asked for the time.
I rolled my eyes. With forced patience, I lied, "I just finished dodging the military and I'm tired. I wanna crash, ok?"
"I was just wondering," she said defensively, "No need to get snippy."
Shaking my head, I retorted sarcastically, "Jeez, I'm so sorry."
Sloth laughed softly before quietly stepping out of my way. Her eyes said she still didn't believe me, but her posture told me she was tired and didn't have the will to deal with my attitude. Whatever. She muttered something of a goodnight before taking her leave. No doubt she'd gone to look after Wrath.
I pressed on, easily making it up to Lust's room. I didn't bother knocking, I didn't have the time. I simply barged in like the frustrated homunculus I was.
She stood, barely dressed in her bra and underwear, looking a little more than irritated with me. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Lust demanded frostily, "Shouldn't you be up having sex with your boyfriend?"
I snarled, but chose not to retaliate. She was tired and it made her irritable. But just now, an argument with her was not what I needed. "Look, I need your help, ok? So can the attitude."
"Someone's a little presumptuous. Who says I'm even going to consider helping you after that?" She then turned her back to me, flipping her hair for added measure. "You're the one with the attitude."
Cursing my temper quite viciously, I inhaled deeply and attempted to swallow my oversized ego. "I'm sorry," I muttered pathetically, "I'm just…suffering in the depths of my own stupidity."
Apparently, her minimal sympathy and the use of her own phrase got the better of her as she sighed and faced me once again. "What is it this time Envy?" Lust asked, pretending to be fed up with me.
I sighed heavily and poured out the entire story, from the time I arrived, through my rather tumultuous discussion with Winry, to my almost pitiful and emotionally trying exit. She listened intently to my every word, her façade of anger gradually fading. Finishing with the all important question of, "What the hell am I supposed to do?" I waited as patiently as I could for her answer.
Lust sat on her bed and stared mutely at the floor in front of her. After what seemed like countless hours of waiting (which I now know to have only been four or five minutes…), she muttered, "You didn't actually tell him what was bothering you, right?"
"Right," I confirmed, not quite sure where she was going with any of this.
"Then go back and explain it you idiot," she said commandingly, "And don't whine to me that you're scared. That's not the Envy I've been forced to know."
I was caught off guard by her response and frowned deeply. Gathering my thoughts, I shot back, "Easy for you to say! You're not the one risking losing the only love they've ever known!"
"If you're so worried about losing him, quit keeping this to yourself!" She was getting impatient with me. I couldn't blame her; I was acting like a child. But she wasn't making sense.
"Look, try thinking about what you're doing for once," she continued, "If you ever go back to him now, without explaining why you did and said what you did, he'll never be able to look at you the same. He'll always be afraid that you're keeping something from him, that you're lying to him. And you? You'll be paranoid about this until the day you either find out how he feels about her or you die from the stress of not knowing. You say you're scared of losing him? Well avoiding him like this is the perfect way to do it. At least if you confront him, you have the chance to keep him." Shaking her head, she leaned back on her arms. "Try having faith in the fact that he loves you."
All my defenses and snappy rebuttals were shattered. She was right. By running out on Ed the way I had, I ran a higher risk of losing him to both Winry and my own stupidity. God I was an idiot! I had to get back to Ed before the damage I'd done became irreversible.
I walked up to Lust and kissed her gratefully. "I swear, if I hadn't met Ed, I'd be so madly in love with you it'd hurt," I beamed.
Smiling softly, she teased, "I'm way out of your league. What you see now is all you're ever going to get. Now go set things straight, Romeo in training."
"Whatever you say, my worldly teacher," I nodded before ducking out of the room. All I could hope was that Ed wasn't too upset with me already.
To Be Continued…
