A/N: Wow, you guys are awesome, so many reviews for just two chapters. If I can, I will make this an extra long chapter! Hmm, but you guys said I was taking the EdxEnvy bit too fast. I thought that what Ed was doing was displaying friendship. If you think it is more than that, please do. But for now they are just friends. They won't like each other for a long time yet. I hope.
Mental:
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Ed's P.O.V.
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I took a step towards my brother. I could see he was scared, but I didn't know why. He stepped away, and I dropped my sketchbook. He followed it with his eyes before turning.
"I'm sorry brother, I don't want to see you right now." He said in a soft voice. I then watched as he ran. My eyes were pupiless orbs now, widened in shock and fear. I wanted to run after him, but the nurses said that it might be dangerous and they would take care of it. I calmed down and walked out of the hospital, my head hung and my hands limp. My sketchbook was still lying on the ground, open at the picture I had just drawn. The form of Envy was standing in the picture with just colour in his one eye. I hoped someone threw it in the bin. In all honesty, I hated my drawings. They represented my life. Colourless.
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Normal P.O.V.
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Ed walked down the road, his feet scraping the sidewalk as he dragged them with little effort. His schoolbag was hanging from his shoulder lifeless and limp. He wasn't holding it, and it was about to slip off his shoulder. On instant reflex he drew up his hand and pushed the strap back onto his shoudler. After the long walk home he pushed open the door and walked into his room and slumped onto the bed. After about five minutes of lying down the phone rang. Ed didn't even bother picking it up. He just watched the light flash until it stopped and the message was left.
"Ed, I know you don't want this, but I'm coming home, to see Al. I'm going to stay in a hotel as I will only be there for a few days, but it'll be late at night when I get home so I wanted to know if I could stay at your house. Just a night and then I'll be gone. I'll be coming at midnight tomorrow. Come get me then. I'll be waiting for you." Ed looked at the phone for a few minutes after his father had hung up, and then stood from the bed and walked out into the loungeroom of his appartment. He pulled out a spare futon and laid it down on the ground before going back to his bed and lying down. After a few minutes of thinking he again stood up and walked out to the kitchen. He picked up an apple and ate it quickly, when that was done he grabbed the keys, his jacket and walked out the door. After locking the door he quickly and quietly walked down the street. His feet taking him to the park where he sat on a swing and swung, thinking about nothing in particular.
'I'm going to go to school tomorrow and appologise to Winry.' He thought. His eyes were glazed in thought and he didn't see the person approaching him. 'I'm going to be happy. Not looking so hurt. I won't show my pain anymore, that way, no-one will worry, and maybe, maybe I'll get over whatever it is that's bothering me.' When Ed finished thinking he looked up and gasped. Letting out the breath he held he looked back down, away from the person standing over him.
"Winry." He said. The girl nodded and sat on the swing beside him.
"You shouldn't sit outside alone." She said starting to push herself on the swing. Ed looked down at the ground and muttered something before looking up at the girl again.
"Winry." He said again. She looked over at him and smiled. Inwardly Ed cringed. "I'm sorry." He said. The blonde girl looked at him a few more moments before she looked up at the sky again.
"It's okay, you were mad." She said. Ed looked mildly surprised before he turned back to the sky and started swinging as well. After a few minutes Winry spoke again.
"I-I just wanted to be your friend." She said. Ed kept looking forward and smiled.
"I'd like that." He said before he got off the swing and walked away. Winry looked after him, before she also smiled, pumped a fist in the air and jumped off the swing. Walking away the opposite direction Ed had gone.
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The Institute
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Envy walked down the halls of the institute humming a small tune to himself, this was just about the time that Ed normally came, if he was quick he might catch him before he left... Maybe. He walked into the main room where all the patients came to socialize and stuff. He was surprised to see a book on the ground infront of the door. Picking it up he looked for a name.
'Edward Elric's Sketch book... Look at your own risk' was written inside on the front cover. Envy's eyes widened slightly. Had he come late? Did something happen to Ed? When did he leave? Quickly closing the book and consealing it inside his shirt he walked up to the front counter, panic racing through his eys.
Was it his fault Ed had left?
"Excuse me miss." He said to the lady at the pill counter. She looked up and gasped.
"I'm sorry Envy." She said after composing herself. "Pill time is later." Envy scowled, why does everyone assume that's always what he's there for?
"umm... No it's not that, I wanted to ask if Edward came here..." Envy looked at the ground after saying this, knowing he wasn't going to like her answer.
"Oh, Edward Elric, Alphonse's older brother?" Envy nodded. "Well, he did come, he showed Al a picture and he fled to his room. People have gone to calm him down, but he's in a bit of shock of some sort, we have yet to figure what sort of shock it is..." Envy sighed. "Edward left soon after that. He dropped his book right... Oh, where is it?" She looked passed Envy, and her face became confused when she looked back at him. "Well, someone must have picked it up already, but it was a sketch book. I was just about to go and pick it up myself and keep it for when he came back. But oh well. It wasn't too long ago that he left. Maybe, ten, fifteen minutes, you only just missed him." She smiled and went back to her work. Envy turned and walked back to his room.
When he reached his room he took the book out and opened it up. He scanned over the pictures, impressed by the skill and smiling when he saw pictures of kittens and cats and people that Edward knew. He flipped to one of the back pages and froze.
It was a picture of him. He was in a field and like all the other pictures, he was black and white, but his eye had colour in it. It was violet, bright and outstanding, it made the picture look almost surreal. He stared at it for a while before his face broke out into a grin, he flipped through more pages, still smiling at the fact that Ed had drawn a picture of him. He finally looked at the last page. He looked at it a long time, his mind wirring at a hundred miles an hour. He'd seen this boy, the boy that was in the picture...
'Why is it alway's the ones I love that die on me?' Was written under the picture in small trembling writing, there were water marks all over the page and the boys glazed golden eyes were burning into Envy's. He let go of the book as he set it on the bedside table. He knew that boy, and it wasn't Ed.
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Ed's P.O.V.
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School was boring as usual. But people looked at me funny when I came in smiling. What? I put my new 'I'm happy so don't ask whats wrong' thing in place. People didn't get the message and kept asking me what was wrong. I almost screamed, but I didn't and instead told them that I was fine and just decided that I needed to show more respect to people. I was twitching all day I swear. Anyway, I was making my way to the mental institute. My feet dragging along the pavement because of my gym class. The few people I bumped into I actually muttered a sorry to and continued on my way.
I reached the institute without much difficulty and pushed through the door, dropping my bag off at the front counter. I was looking down when I entered through the doors. Al was sitting at one of the chairs by the window, he turned and looked at me and walked over.
"Brother..." He started. "I'm sorry for yesterday." I shook my head.
"S'okay." I said in answer. I was smiling too. I looked up and smiled full volt at him. He seemed slightly taken aback and took a step away.
"Brother are you okay?" He asked. I chuckled.
"Of course I am Al, why wouldn't I be, I just decided to turn over a new leaf." He looked slightly worried, then confused, but accepted my excuse and pulled me over to the chairs. I sat and we talked. Envy joined us soon after and handed me a book. I recognized it soon after as my sketch book.
"I-I found it on the floor." He muttered. "I'm sorry, I looked through it..." My eyes widened slightly before they sobered and I nodded.
"It's okay, what did you think?" He looked up, obviously surprised by my kindness, I realised he still had that dragon toy I bought him.
"T-They were really good!" He said happily. I smiled.
"Thanks." I said. He smiled widely.
Discussion passed and soon I had to leave. Al waved to me as I left and Envy joined in. Both saying they couldn't wait to see me the next day. I picked up my bag and walked out. My feet dragged along the sidewalk and I noticed that it was dark out. I cursed and ran the rest of the way home. When I opened my door I walked inside and grabbed an apple. I walked over to the phone and saw a light flashing, indicating there was a message just waiting to be listened to. I pressed the play button.
'Edward, good morning, afternoon, whatever. It's early over here, but probably not over where you are. Listen, I'm just about to get on the plane and leave, I should be in Amestris by about ten PM. Can you be there by then please?' The message ended. I scowled. Stupid father. Well anyway, I guess I better get ready.
It was eight forty five now, so if I had a shower, get dressed and leave by about nine-I should have enough time to get there. Simple. I walked into the bathroom and had a quick shower. I got out and dried myself before pulling on a pair of black pants and a tanktop and grabbing a red hoodie. I left my apartment and walked down the roads, winding in and out of places, trying to find my way to the airport. About thirty minutes of laboring walking and ducking in and out of alleyways (which might I add are very dangerous) I made it to the airport with time to spare. I went into the cafe and had a quick coffee and bought a few magazines as well as a stuffed toy that I might give to Mark, he needed something for his birthday after all, then left for the arrival doors. That didn't take as long as I thought so I sat and read the magazines while I waited for my father.
About twenty minutes after that I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up, right into glazed golden eyes. My breath hitched, but then I realised who it was and scowled.
"Sorry Edward." My father said and sat down beside me.
"What are you doing, we need to leave before midnight." I said standing up. He sighed.
"Why, will the vampires come out?" He asked tiredly. I scowled harder, if that was even possible.
"No, but the gangs will, and unless you want a fight, I suggest we leave now." I said. He sighed again and stood up. I started walking forward and he ran to keep up with me. Stupid old man.
"So you like having your hair down?" He asked. I growled.
"Not really, but I'm letting it dry." I said. He chuckled.
"I see, I used to do that too." I let a small smile grace my lips. I may hate the bastard, but it's fun to talk like this.
"So, what's the hotel you're staying at?" I asked. He put a hand at the back of his head and scratched nervously.
"Umm, actually about that..." He started. I looked at him, not liking where this was going and ducked into an alley, him following closely behind.
"What is it old man?" I asked cautiously.
"Old man...?" He muttered. I rolled my eyes. He never liked that name, hence the reason I use it. "Well anyway, it cancelled on me, saying that a big band had booked the whole place for itself and that I would have to find another place. They appologized profusely after that..." He chuckled. I rolled my eyes again.
"And..." I coaxed, he coughed, ovbviously noticing he was getting off track, and started talking as we ducked through another five or six alleys.
"Well, I was wondering if I could stay with you..." I stopped walking and looked at him.
"For how long...?" I asked cautiously.
"About two or three weeks." He said. My mouth dropped.
"Oh no, oh no, you're not sleeping on my floor for that long." I said, walking faster now.
"Oh come on Edward!" He cried. I stopped again.
"Fine!" I cried, throwing my arms up. "But you pay five dollars a night." A said viciously pointing at him.
"Oh I thought I could get it for free, you are my son afterall." He made a face at me. I was shocked slightly and I didn't reply for a while. Soon I scoffed and continued walking.
"Fine, you can stay for free, but any longer then three weeks and I will throw you out." I said not turning. I heard him sigh again.
"So mean." I heard him mutter. I sniggered and continued to dodge in and out of alleys.
When we arrived at my apartment I unlocked the door and ushered him in. He went in without a fuss and set his things on the floor whilst taking off his shoes.
"Nice place." He muttered. I let a 'thanks' slip and walked into the kitchen.
"Hungry?" I called. I heard a no and continued to make my meal. "Your futon is in the loungeroom." I yelled to him. I heard a thank you and shuffling as he moved into the loungeroom. I walked into the room not long after and found him already asleep, I shook my head slightly and walked into my room. I couldn't blame him, he had a what, fifteen hour flight or something.
I changed quickly and got into bed, pulling the cover over my body and turning the lights out. I stayed awake just thinking after that, then a thought struck me and I smiled.
And before my eyes fluttered closed I muttered... "Good night father..."
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A/N: And that's the end, I hope you liked it! Please review and tell me what you think. Edward is much nicer to his dad I know, but I like Hoenhiem so yeah, please don't hurt me. I think they'd have a good relationship as father and son anyway! Hopefully there are no mistakes, if there are, please tell me...