Whoop! Glad that chapter two is up and running. The sad part is that I'm still making edits as I go along hehe.

Anyways, Hope chapter two is just as good~

"Stop staring William, it's rude."

The lights began to grow to a more reasonable glow as the world around him began to materialize into actual shapes and figures. They started out as globs of color, like paint strokes. Within a few moments these globs started to grow more and more real, stopping once the scene around him seemed almost completely real. As if he wasn't looking straight at a memory.

"I wasn't staring mother." Envy blinked, or at least thought he blinked. His line of vision had been shifted away from the source of the noise before it had time to form into a proper person. Although, judging by the tone and the words that response that had followed, Envy already knew who had first spoke. The only thing he could see right now was the crumbled paper of a book opened within his palms. Palms he couldn't seem to feel.

"Do you have anything better to do then watch me work?" Her tone was snappier than usual, something she didn't show very often back in these days.

His line of vision turned back towards her words. Instead of a book he saw a woman, a woman sitting in an open study. She was young, or at least younger looking than who she was currently. In the body of a short, slightly curled haired brunette within her mid-thirties, Dante almost looked normal for once. As if she wasn't batshit insane.

"Yes, plenty of things, one of which I'm doing now." The pages of his book flipped up quite suddenly as the hands below him flapped it with an obvious cheekiness.

Her eyes narrowed at him only for a few moments, it never took her long to get her point across.

Without even looking down, the book in his numb hands was closed shut. As evident from the loud sound it made from under him. "If my company bothers you so much then I'll be happy to go." The voice coming from him was deeper, the complete opposite of his preferred feminine voice.

"Do what you want just don't bother your father." Dante glanced up at him from her work. As he got closer he could make out the bags and lines under her eyes. He guessed her age was beginning to catch up with her. "He's working with some unstable chemicals and he doesn't want anyone near it."

His head bobbed up and down, making him believe he was nodding at her. "I understand."

She gave him a slight, genuine smile. Seeing her look that way almost freaked him out. "Good boy." For a moment Envy wondered if he, or rather William, was smiling back.

Luckily for Envy, he didn't have to be in her presence for too long. Just as quickly as Dante had appeared, reminding him of a history between them he rather forget, she was gone. Or at least gone in the sense that he no longer had to look at her once he turned towards the door.

No words passed between them as he slipped out of the room and into the dull, crème colored hall. It was strange to see how little had changed between the four hundred years since Hohenheim had left. With so much time on her hands, one would have guessed that Dante would at least try to redecorate.

For a few moments William simply stood there, only moving to brush the strands of golden hair from his face. Without much to do in a house of only three people, studying seemed to be the only thing he could to occupy his time. Envy knew well that no one lived this far out in his current time period, let alone back in the fourteenth century.

While he was unable to read William's thoughts, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out the basic gist of it. As a young teenager forced into isolation with only his parents to talk to on a somewhat daily basis, it was quite obvious to understand how bored he really was.

Envy knew that William's parents believed him to be the perfect son. The type of son that enjoyed learning and strived to be just as great as them. But he knew better, even if he wasn't William he still saw a lot from his own personal eyes. Enough to know that perfect was not the type of word he would use to describe him.

Shifting his stance around, William's gaze went back and forth between the ends of the hallways. Carefully he stepped forward and turned his body left. Bored and fed up with this memory, Envy watched himself begin to finally move into a steady walking pace.

Wherever William was headed, Envy didn't really know or care. The quicker this memory ended the quicker he could move onto more important things then the visons of some young, entitled, teenager.

Important . . . the word echoed around a bit in his head. If he hadn't been viewing things from the body of another person, Envy would have scoffed at himself. His mission outside of this dream was anything but important. The only thing important about it was that Dante believed it to be a good way to distract him from the only thing that truly mattered.

These halls William walked through were nothing of interest to him. Both in life and death Envy had seen this place close for what felt like a million times. There was really only a few places left in this house that held any significance to him anymore. Places that had been purposely altered to destroy any trace of the past. It was only fitting that William stopped directly in front of one of those places.

The door in front of him opened without hesitation, letting in a new wave of reminders sweep through his head. The numbness that had overtook Envy entirely subsided only slightly. A dull ache now pulsed throughout his being as William forcibly pulled him into his room.

Cramped would hardly be the word anyone would use to describe this place. Most boys his age shared rooms a quarter of this size with their siblings. Crumbled papers overflowed out of waste baskets while books could be found opened at every corner of the room. Despite all that surrounded him, the various items that connected Envy to many of Williams's memories, only one thing captured his attention.

A full length mirror cast a reflection of his current self into the edge of his gaze. The dull pain he had been ignoring intensified at the sight, stinging and burning with no sign of clearing up. Golden locks were easily spotted flowing freely from his head and down to his back. While Williams face was not easily focused on, Envy could clearly make out the shape and bored expression. Despite this, there was a certain liveliness to him that Envy didn't possess in his homunculus form.

With a lack of mature looking features and shortness in height, Envy guessed he couldn't be much older than fourteen in this memory. Whether this was true or not, he never got to figure it out. The moment his golden eyes locked with Envys' gaze, the world around him instantly lost its color and faded back to the endless black that had greeted him at the beginning.

. . .

As quickly as it had started, the brief period of remembrance, it ended. Envy's eyes snapped wide open. To the average person he may have looked as if he had simply awoken from a rather disturbing dream. But he was a homunculus and homunculi don't dream, only remember.

"Envy?" Lust was the first thing he saw. The empty train car was the second.

He didn't respond at first, choosing to survey the scene instead. There wasn't much of a difference from before that . . . moment. The only real difference was were Lust currently was. Before, he had briefly seen her sitting across from him. She had been staring at the window with her legs crossed and her hands neatly folded in her lap, looking rather bored. He didn't blame her though. Being who they were they usually packed light and didn't bring things like books to keep them entertained.

Now she was standing up, bending over slightly to look at him with perplexed eyes. It was unusual to catch him so off guard. Behind her the entire car looked empty, if there was people behind him than he guessed they must have been asleep or unobservant. In the corner of his eye he could see Gluttony not too far off in the seats parallel to them. His eyes were closed, hopefully asleep. If he had been awake then he might have started chewing impatiently on the seats.

Realizing that Lust was still standing over him, Envy cleared his face of any confusion and gave Lust a cold stare. "What are you doing?"

With his response she took a few steps back and straightened herself out. "Nothing," she hesitated. "You seemed off." He almost swore he could detect a hint of concern in her voice.

"I'm fine." He lied and looked away from her. "Mind your own damn business anyway."

Lust didn't say anything after that.

. . .

A shooting pain seared from his eyes and into the core of his head as a feeling of panic spread across from him. Envys' eyes had only closed for a moment, just a bit longer than a blink. Now for some reason he couldn't figure out how to open them again.

It was only when he realized that he was once again sucked into another memory that his eye lids decided to open again. This time to a much different scene then the one that had been displayed less than a moment ago. A group of overgrown trees and ripe green leaves bundled together and overwhelmed his senses. Above him, a near perfect blue sky reflected a blinding amount of sunlight on top of Williams glossy hair.

It was nice out. An obvious contrast from the overcast and drizzling weather that had been plaguing him in Central. Given how close the last memory was, Envy didn't expect to be sucked in again so soon. Throughout his life memories had come and gone in short little bursts that became less frequent with age.

Although the little dirt path before wasn't as familiar as Dante's home, it was enough to help him recognize just where he was among the forest. If his calculations were correct then it wouldn't be long before William found himself in the nearest town, or rather village at this point in time. The godawful slow pace that seemed ever present in this teenager wasn't exactly proving that statement though.

It was almost funny that William, in his memories, seemed to think he had all the time in the world to be somewhere. Always walking around the house with nowhere to be or simply observing his parents with faint curiosity. It both amused and annoyed Envy.

Watching nothing didn't seem to last for long. Slowly but surely the trees around him disappeared as civilization came into view. There were a few small houses that were evenly spaced away from each other. Most of them had some sort of small patch of plant life that they were cultivating and behind them laid even more fields to tend to. In the not so far off distance he could see the amount of homes and buildings getting closer together. A large building in particular, one he guessed to be a church, was obvious among the crowd.

From where he stood, Envy could even make out the faint outline of other people. When was the last time that one of Williams memories had more than his parents in them? Dante and Hohenheim enjoyed their pleasant existence together, even if it was only for a little while, and if they did go out it was unlikely she would want to bring her son with them.

With each step taken towards the little, clustered village, it became apparent what Williams's purpose truly was. Lines of people all seemed to move in the same direction, each one of them dressed slightly nicer than people of the time usually did on a regular basis. It was then that Envy realized that he, in the body of William, was being forcibly taken to church.

How wonderful.

Oh how excited he was to spend god knows how long sitting through what could be a two hour sermon. Other than the obvious painful feelings, another reason for hating these memories was the lack of autonomy over his limbs and senses.

Unfortunately for him, there was no way of ever changing a memory.