Edward watched out the window of the bus. He honestly hated school trips, and this was one of those school trips he really didn't want to go on. They had to go to a museum of fine abstract arts. He couldn't do abstract art; the only art he could do was real, self-portrait art. Except he couldn't draw himself, only other people. Again he continued to look out the window, unaware of the three sets of eyes upon him.
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Winry, Rose and Noah (A/N: I heard that that was the chicks name from the movie...sooo...) all sat in their seats across from Edward watching his expression. Why they did that no one knew, everyone thought Ed was a lost cause. The first girl who had asked him out got a cold expression and a no in answer. The second girl got a colder glare and an even colder no. So it was decided that after the fifth girl was turned away, that Edward Elric, smartest boy in the class and friend of Mark Ashma, was a lost cause. But these three girls thought otherwise, and wanted to see if they could get Edward to notice someone, and get his head out of the clouds. Rose nodded to Noah who leaned over to Winry.
"His friend has just moved to talk to someone, you can go talk to him now." She said. Winry nodded and walked over to Ed, who seemed to be off in his own little world.
"Hey, can I sit here?" She asked. Ed didn't look up and just nodded. Winry sat down. She looked thoughtful for a moment and wanted to speak, but couldn't, after all this planning she had done, she couldn't say a single thing to her love of her life. Though she knew that he would hardly love her back, she wanted to try anyway.
"What did you want?" Ed asked in an aggravated voice. It was harsh and cold, almost as though he were trying to freeze her to death and then push her out the window to shatter in a million pieces.
"I-I just wanted to ask-"
"No." Winry looked down at the ground and fiddled with her fingers. She couldn't give up not just yet. If she wanted any chance, she'd have to start puckering up. Understanding him.
"I-I just wanted to know what's been going on in you life." She said more firmly. Ed looked up for a moment before looking back out the window. She could see his icy glare in the reflection and started to shrink.
"Why should I tell you?" He snapped. She looked taken aback, but she stood firm.
"Look it was just a question. I just want to know about you. If you let someone into your life, you may be able to lean on them for support, then you won't have to go through anything on your own." Winry said. A little louder then she wanted. Ed didn't even bat an eyelash.
"I don't need you." He said. "It would be a waste of time." Winry's eyes widened slightly. "I don't need someone to lean on. I have my own two feet. I can use them you know. You wouldn't understand, and don't even try to pretend you would. Leave. Me. Alone." Winry stood abruptly, her eyes watering. She had loved Edward Elric, and still did. She would wait on him hand and foot, but being talked to like she was trash, had hurt.
"I-I just wanted to help." She said. Some tears falling.
"And I just want to be left alone, but that doesn't seem to be understood." Ed said. His face finally turning to look at Winry's. She was surprised to see Ed's eyes raged with fire. Anger. She thought. He's angry with me.
The golden pools flamed and Ed was about to stand when Mark pushed Winry out of the way and pushed Ed back down.
"Edo calm down." He said. Ed nodded and looked back out the window. Mark turned and glared at Winry. His eyes squinted a little more then needed so that she would get the message and leave. Obviously she was too determined for her own good.
"Why!?" She cried. "Why won't you even look at one of us!?? You looked down at us as though we're bugs. Just puny mortals in your god like existence."
"I do not look at you like that. You are the one that thinks that. If you truly believe you're below me go on thinking like that. I hate you all anyway." Winry's eyes widened and tears fell from her eyes.
Hate, that was what he looked at everyone with. It was so easy to understand now.
"You think that if anyone gets close to you they'll end up like your mum and you'll get hurt again don't you?" She said a little bit softer now, but still with anger weaved into her voice.
"I hate, because it's so much easier, than love." Everyone who was watching the skeptical gasped at that. Ed didn't take any notice and turned to Winry again. His eyes were laced with pure hate. "Now. Leave. Me. Alone." Winry turned and sat at her seat, the tears flowing down her cheeks in small rivers. Even the teachers seemed surprised at what had happened, because they didn't stand to tell Ed off, or even tell people to quieten down. Either that, or they just didn't care.
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Ed didn't care that he had made her cry; he honestly didn't want to talk to anyone at the moment, so he took out his sketchbook. He heard Mark say something to him but didn't take any notice and started drawing. His eyes glazed over as the pencil took over for him. As he continued draw the lines became bolder the drawing took shape, and Ed smiled. Mark saw it and leaned over to look at what his friend was drawing. A man stood in what looked like a field, he had long hair that was styled in tendrils and was wearing what looked like a dress. He was standing with his back facing away from the person looking at the picture, but his head was turned slightly so you could see one eye. As Ed filled in said eye emotions spilled out of it. Sadness, hope, regret, love and so many other emotions that Mark couldn't place his finger on. Ed bent down and pulled out a purple pencil and filled in the eyes. The emotions seemed so much bolder with that one colour. Ed held up the page after writing one simple word on the page and smiled fuller. Mark looked at the picture and smiled as well. After he read the word he watched Ed place the book in his bag and stand up. Mark followed suit and led the way out of the bus. As the walked toward the art museum Mark thought of the picture and that one word that made Ed smile.
Envy...
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Al looked around and sighed. There was nothing to do. He'd read all the books he could, and he had talked about everything he wanted to. Then he thought of something. Quickly running up to Roy he pulled on his sleeve.
"Hey, Roy." He said. Roy turned his head and cocked a brow. "Why's Envy here?" He asked. Roy looked slightly shocked but answered all the same.
'Umm, it's kind of hard to explain. You see, Envy was the son of the lady who owns this place, so naturally, he lived here. But then there was this dude, ummm, I think his name was Pride; anyway, Envy got really attached to him. When they heard about it his mother decided that it would be best if Envy didn't see him anymore. When Envy heard this he got really mad. No one knows why his mother stopped him seeing this dude, but after getting mad Envy killed like seven people. His mother hoping he would calm him down let Pride in. Pride attempted to calm him down, but Envy got even worse. He killed Pride, saying that he didn't want anyone to take him away again, and that he never wanted him to be with anyone else. After he killed him, he was locked up, and wasn't let out of his room for about 2 years. Why?" Al stood, wide eyed. His usually happy energy faded and his pupils dilated into nothingness.
"W-what will happen to Ed then?" He said quietly. Roy looked up.
"I don't know." He said truthfully. Al looked to the doorway and saw Ed walking up to it with a smile on his face and his sketchbook in hand. If Ed learnt about this he would never come here again, but if he didn't know, his life could be in danger. Ed walked through the door and smiled wider. His eyes closing as he started to talk.
"Hey Al, guess what I drew today." He cried. Al's eyes were still wide and he didn't answer his brother, but Ed didn't seem to notice as he walked over and showed Al his picture.
The violet-eyed sin looked at Al tauntingly from the picture and Al recoiled. All the bad things that could come out of Envy, all the pictures swarming through his mind and one question stood out from all the rest.
Would Ed finally be truly happy?
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A/N: Phew, done. There you go. Wow, I got so many reviews for the first chapter. I was so happy. Thank you. I hope this chapter meats the same standards as the first one. I know Ed was a bit mean to Winry, but I really hate her. Also, I think I forgot to add that the institution was also a rehab centre and that Wrath was addicted to drugs. I'm sorry. Someone pointed out that you can't go to an institution for serious ADHD and I was like, shit I forgot to add that he was a druggy. Anyway. Thank you for all the reviews, I hope I get the smae responses as last time! Thank you so much for reading!