O-kay do-kie for those of you who asked here's the link to my Envy pic – I'm not bothering to get a DA account. Yet. DA isn't working with my internet for some reason, so whatever. M'kay here's the linko –
http : / / i 2 8 7 . photo bucket . Com / album s / ll153 / vinidivat /envy . jpg
- Just make sure you remove the spaces. (: Yeah I decided to put it here in the beginning of the chapter because more people read this. I think. But whatever. Comment on my art. Not really. I'm working on drawing BeastEd, 'cause it sounds like fun-fun. :D
Well anyways this chapter was a pain in the ass to write, especially when I didn't know what to do with it. And yes I should be working on Death of a Believer, but I want both my stories to have 5 chapters before I start working on DB again. 'Cause then I can upload chapters simultaneously. :)
Warnings – Violence, killing, madness, Ed, Envy, etc etc.
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Ink Hands
"People prove this 'God'-shit of yours wrong everyday Mr. Priest-o, but you don't do anything to prove them wrong, eh? So who's the weak, sinner now?" - Danny... My gay cousin... O-O''
Anyways let's move on to the story shall we?
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Warmth.
It was warm for only a fraction of a second – his body. It was always wrapped in a chill, but just one glance made the warmth that was his humanity flare up briefly. Then he killed the warmth; as it made him weak.
Emotion.
They didn't show much – in fact they hardly existed. He did not let the things called 'sins', and 'virtues', and 'love', or 'hate' control him. It was much to bothersome to let silly things like that control him.
Anger.
The burning emotion flitted about him for a brief second before being eliminated. It still remained in the dead man's eyes. Hate for the monster, hate of god, hate of it all. Hate of the creature that killed him. Yet the killer excepted the anger with nothing.
Touch.
He hated it when people brushed their hands, shoulders, anything on his skin. It was disgusting, after all who knew what had been crawling all over that person? Who knew? He preferred to stay away from people who were the worst of the worst. Yet he had been foolish to think that those people would stay away from a monster. Some of them liked to try to tame a beast.
Innocence.
He had lost that long ago – to one of those worst of the worst people. He hadn't known the man was following, he was still traumatized of the truth that he had learned after abandoning Al to whatever would have happened to his brother. The man had smelled of alcohol, and had attacked the blond in an alley; the classic scene for things such as this.
The blond could still feel the man's filthy hands reaching up and down – the forceful nature that just wanted lust to be satisfied. Apparently the man had been dumped by his woman, and wanted to take it out on anything. Sexually frustrated people are the most cruel. The blond still remembered the way he had killed the man afterwards, the anger in the humans eyes. Yet something, something... The satisfaction of having touched a beast, to have, to have...
The blond awoke from his sleep on a bed of leaves with a muffled screech. His own hand preventing the noise to awaken the sin, who was asleep in the branches of an old oak tree. Sweat covered his body once more, this time from the painful memory. He didn't need to remember it, not at all. He had shoved the memory of it deep within his mind, and had hoped it would have been forgotten. To wash away the disgusting sweat, the blond decided he would bath in the lake that the twosome were resting by.
Peeling off his clothes and leaving the haphazardly on the shore, he plunged into the ice cold water, and feared the splash had awaken the sin. Thankfully it hadn't, so he calmed down slightly before diving into the deeper water. The cool water felt delicious, forcing away the fearful memory with a chill – the easiest way for him to erase any unwanted memories. Finding a strangely shallow amongst the deep water, he reminded himself that lake bottoms constantly change due to waves. Or some thing like that. While standing in the waste deep water, he failed to notice that his braid had become undone, and a certain sin was waking up.
(A/N – I bet 'cha think you know what's gunna happen, huh? 'Cause you're prol'y right. :D)
The first splash had caused the sin to twitch, but the splash from the dive caused him to wake up. He swore irritably that he would personally kill whatever had awoken him, and his eyebrow ticked lightly as the splashes continued. Violent eyes flicked over to the lake intent on finding their victim – but stopped short when the saw the nude blond.
"Damn – he's pretty sexy," muttered the sin, deciding this had been a very good idea, "He'd be sexier if he was..." The sin trailed off, thinking very... to put it mildly perverse thoughts. And that's mildly people. Mild. So what are the not mild thoughts? That's classified information. (A/N – Hah. :P) He began to ponder if the blond would kill the sin if he went over and basically glomped the kid. On second thought, he didn't care.
Slowly and soundlessly the sin dropped from the tree (A/N – Baby birdie! 'Kay I'll shut up now. :3) and stalked over to the shore. He contemplated whether to undress or not, but decided against it. 'Cause the blond would definitely kill him them, and the sin couldn't deal with pain all to well. He froze at the feeling of cold water, but continued to soundlessly wade towards the blond. When he was right behind the smaller boy, he wrapped his arms around the boy's shoulders, and whispered, "Gotcha chibi-chan," in the blond's ear.
The blond didn't react at first but when knowledge that the sin was to- hugging him, he pulled away sharply stumbling backwards. The sin caught his wrist so the blond didn't fall, but he was still staring up at the taller boy with something akin to surprised fear in those golden eyes. "Don't be such a scared-y cat, chibi-chan," the wild haired sin whispered cheerfully.
"E- Envy, wh- what was that!?" The blond hardly ever stammered.
"A hug, chibi," the sin informed as if it were obvious.
"I know that, but why?" Should have worded it like that earlier.
"'Cause you looked in need of one, chibi-chan. What you don't like it?" The sin tried his best hurt puppy look, and it succeeded.
"Er- It's not that I don't li..." The blond's voice trailed off into a mutter then he got louder at the second part, "Did you just give me a pet name?" He sounded incredulous.
"Yeah? What's so bad about it, chibi-chan?" The homunculus found he liked they way something akin to anger flashed over the blond's face at being given a pet name.
"Two thing. One being I AM NOT S-" There was a pause as the boy decided not to continue his rant, "- Second it makes us sound like... Er..."
"Lovers?"
"Y- Yeah..."
"What's so bad about that?"
"We- We're not..." The blond had never stammered so much. Damn sin.
"We could be..." The sin trailed off suggestively.
"Damn it! Envy! Enough of this!" The blond wade back to shore, ending the awkward conversation. Envy sighed, it seemed his beast-chan had had a bad experience with, erhm, people and... Something. He could fix that. Oh yes, he could. And would. A smile appeared on his lips as he began to wade back to shore.
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General Roy Mustang was furious – beyond furious. He was royally pissed. The scorch marks all over his office proved so, and also proved he was a true blue (or should it be red?) pyromaniac.
"General get back to work," commanded Hawkeye as she placed the gun to the Flame Alchemist's temple.
"Yes, ma'am," muttered the General as he returned to writing up the reports on the extent of the damage the bomb, and the blond boy had done. "We'll have to put up a wanted poster for Edward Elric, wanted alive because we believe he is not himself. Al even said that his brother would never do something like that, so we are going to have to question the fake one to find the location of the real Ed."
"I see," was Hawkeye's response as she removed the safety on the gun. So then the General got to work on the wanted poster, and the report. Double time because Hawkeye would shoot... Probably would shoot. Not would.
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All Done. Done. Done. Done. (: Anyways I had a similar awkward conversation with Eon. Damn him.
Eon: It's not nice to damn people, Vin.
Vin: I do what I damn well please.
Eon: Anyways, are you going to tell them you're special "offer".
Vin: Oh yeah. (: If you guys have any requests for a EnvyxPride!Ed, EnvyxEd, or EnvyxBeastEd oneshot, tell me. I'll write. But only for the first three – THREE, 3 – people who have sensible ideas.
Eon: That's a bit-
Vin: No one cares. 8U Anyways I like sensible ideas, they make you look smart.
R & R please and thank yar.