But I digress. (sarcasm What, really?)
For a proper Claimer of Diss (what a handy thing to have around, something that actually wants all the stupid disses coming out of Sullen Brother's mouth…): I do not own FMA. I mean, honestly! If I owned FMA, what on earth would I be doing posting fan fiction? If I owned FMA, I would make it official stuff! And oh, how the characters would kill me for what I officially did to them…
Chapter 7Envy swiped Roy's agenda soon after the Colonel had gone to bed. The man had stayed up and made some serious changes to the thing. Envy wondered what was going on; Roy had been late getting home, too, and this was an important period. Judging by the recent state of the Colonel's hair, he needed more Product. Envy was dogging him, never very far away, but during the day Nutella had called and he'd had to answer. When he came back Roy was nowhere to be found; Envy had spent the day searching the city for him, then finally given up and lurked outside Roy's apartment to find him when he came home, all the while panicked that he'd lost Mustang at the most important time.
But Mustang had only had a tin under his arm that smelled strangely of fish, which Envy avoided as he haunted Roy's apartment until he found the agenda, buried under a stack of books and a fish tank.
"Waking up at five?" Envy was disgusted. "Six o clock cooking lesson? Something about chibi-san?" The man's handwriting was bad enough in good light without such a cryptic subject… "Appointments, appointments, appointments, get off work – another cooking lesson? And where'd his lunch stuff go?" Envy didn't need lunch, but he remembered it was rather essential for the composure of mortals.
"And what happened to the hair product?" He wailed.
Roy grunted from nearby. Envy eeped, hopped, and quickly darted out the window.
Right, it was really natural for King Bradley to go spying on his officers. Right. Great choice of form.
It wasn't good for climbing out of windows or darting away through the night, either.
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Envy felt guilty about leaving Wrath alone for extended periods of time, but this was necessary. He just knew that Roy would go soon. His hair was, to the trained eye, looking worse and worse. He was spending more time tending it, too, a sure sign that he was using combinations of Product, and it just didn't work as well. Envy could testify to that. Roy wasn't as good at effective use of Product as Envy was, either.
Envy tailed Roy constantly. He brought Wrath along during office hours, and the two of them sat and played whatever game Wrath had brought, but it wasn't really time. Envy was always on edge. And then afterwards Wrath would come and bug him while Roy was at the Elrics, which always took forever and they covered the windows so Envy didn't even know what they were doing in there. After all, with three people, it wouldn't be easy to assume a shape and get away with it.
So Envy kept tagging Roy, watching the hair get more and more frizzy, and going steadily crazy. Each evening he rummaged through Roy's agenda, usually in Winry's shape, which was good at going through the window. It tended to be the same – cooking lesson, work, cooking lesson.
Occasionally there would be a bowling appointment, but Envy knew Roy bowled, had known it for months, had gotten beaten by him several times in various shapes, and was bored. On occasion, Roy even visited one of the bowling alleys that was really a place for military people to hang out, in separate rooms, and pursue hobbies that would get them ridiculed at work, like Roy's affinity for ballroom dancing.
Roy's life was boring.
At last, there was a change. Having dyed Winry's hair black for better cover, Envy was routinely going through Roy's schedule when he came across a mention of something Roy hadn't written down in ages: lunch. Envy went back, got closer to the window in case of alarm and because it was lighter there, and worked at deciphering the handwriting.
Lunch… with… chibi-san. For an hour. And despite the fact that, though he used to frequent several for his meals, Roy hadn't visited a restaurant since the first night Envy had gone through his agenda, there was a name.
Chibi-san hadn't come up in the notes recently, either.
Envy flipped back through the book. The last mention of chibi-san was ages ago, too. Perhaps Roy had missed the appointment.
Maybe chibi-san was a code word for the mysterious hair product.
Envy yelped as a light flicked on and burst out the window, darting down the alley beyond.
Really ought to be Roy when I'm doing that…
But Envy could have no regrets. He was finally, finally on to something.