Summary: At the right angle, in a line of sight, one might wonder why he never stopped staring at her for so much as a second.

Theme: 059. Gift

Dedication: Matt-luv-Sora, thank you!

Disclaimer: If I owned Full Metal Alchemist, Roy would not be having his 'time of the month.'

Angles

059. Gift

"Accept it."

Roy said it so calmly, but the fear inside of her was sickly and building up to make her feel like it could never go away. Her heart was racing; each beat just a sign that she could not hide from what was happening. Riza was never one to run, but that was all the wanted to do right then. She would never look back, she told herself. If she ran so fast she could not breathe and collapsed, even then she would not do it, she lied. But she knew she would. Because she could do nothing else but stare at him, wondering when it all happened.

"It is not mine." She replied, her lips quivering. She moved away slightly, feeling only the cold stone of the walls behind her under her hands as a signal that she could not escape. She saw his dark eyes flicker with white shock, a sudden shimmer showing his fear. It was not a choice. She could never have this opportunity again. It was then or never and that scared her. She curled her fingers up, desperately searching for a crack in the grey cement.

"I want it to be." He snapped quickly, his fiery rage surfacing a moment. She flinched at his harshness. It was never like this before. But now there was no Envy. Nothing for him to harm and direct all of his pain at. They had become them again. Eight and five years of age, with awkward gestures and childish snipes when trying to hide things they were not sure they wanted the other to know. Like the bird he had incinerated. He had not liked that. But now she guessed that was nothing, as burnt birds did not smell the same as frying flesh.

"But it cannot be." She told him, her voice coming close to breaking. She looked at his hand, curled into a tight fist. She was not sure she wanted it to open. For inside, she knew something grotesque and dead was brushing against his skin, the last remainder of a beast. She wondered if one day, he would attempt the same thing with his own heart. She had seen him turn that day with animalistic rage to something she did not like. He had been like a monster. It had frightened her, and then it had disappeared. Like he could hide it, like that pure fury and pain had been nothing at all.

"What will you do when it is my own?" Roy asked as flames began to dance in his palm, and the useless organ was changed to dust. It sifted through the gaps in his fingers and fell to the floor. There was no wind in the building to blow it away, and in some depths of her imagination Riza thought it had eyes that were staring up at her. Laughing at what she had accepted. To help a monster probably made her no better. She had tried to stop him, she reasoned with herself. Yet he had not stopped. Despite her trigger being there.

"That day will never come." Riza said, trying to sound sure of herself. But she could hear the quake in her voice. It tore through her words easily, leaving only destruction and fake smiles behind it. Roy forced his smirk, his cold look. She could see it. His grin did not meet his eyes, like his true one did. His cold look was not icy, but pained. She had hurt the ogre, and still, a tiny shred of light remained. Encapsulated in his heart, there was love.

"It already has." He told her, placing one hand over his heart as if to prove it. She bit her lip softly, wondering when exactly he had known. When exactly she had felt it too, because she felt sick and wrong to do so right then. To love somebody so good, somebody who was changing in a way she did not like at all. Or maybe it was just that she felt she could not stop it. She disliked not being able to be in control, as it made her feel useless. Her guns were already pointless against most monsters, but when things like his words were spilt out she began to think that it was not really them at all. It felt like it was her.

"No." She whispered, as he leant in and placed a soft kiss on her lips. She had had expected it to be rougher, coarse like his voice as it scraped around in the back of his throat when he forced out words. Hurtful like the love of a monster, instead of caring like him. Her hand rested where his had moments ago in a matter of seconds, and he drew away to mutter two words in her ear as though they meant nothing. He must of thought it a simple gift.

"For you."

A little situation if Envy had not completely destroyed what remained of his body. I was thinking about his heart as a gift, and it got a bit dark. Whoops.

Preview: He believes in flying.