Title: Back Then...
Other: no spoilers, no warnings, no nothing, other than the crackedness that is EnvyxWinry.
The lanky youth watched her from a distance. She was his target; he was supposed to take her and use her as leverage against the pipsqueak. But the blond hair that hung loose made him hesitate. Him, hesitate? Never! But he did.
She was humming happily to herself as she walked out of the tool shop. “What a great deal!” she said to herself. He watched from the roof across the street.
He leapt down in front of her. “Hello there,” he said with a casual flick of his hair.
She stopped. “Who-who are you?” She took a step back away from him.
“I’m here to wisk you away!” Envy said. He reached out and grabbed the wrist of the hand that wasn’t holding the shopping bag.
“Let go!” she swung the bag and hit him in the side of the head. Caught off guard, he released her and put a hand to the cheek.
“What the hell was that?” he shouted at her. She didn’t stop though, and promptly started beating his head in with the heavy tools in the bag.
He soon got out from under her, and grabbed her by the hand with the weapon. “WOULD YOU QUIT THAT ALREADY!!” he screamed, slapping her across the cheek. She froze this time, and there was something about the redness of her cheek and the stunned look on her face that sprung up a memory in his mind. The stunned look soon turned once again to anger and she tried to swing at him with her hand, but it was ineffectual. He grabbed that hand too. He threw her over his shoulder and leapt back up to the roof he had come from.
“Let me go!” she screamed, pounding his back with her fists. She had let go of the bag in her surprise.
“Shut up you stupid girl!” he shouted back at her.
“No! I’ll scream as loud as I have to!”
He stopped on a higher roof than he had started on and dropped her to the ground, standing over her. “You listen to me good, girl. I’m in charge now, and when I say you’re going to keep your mouth shut, you’re going to keep it shut. Otherwise it’s going to be very painful for you. Understand?” He glared down at her.
Her hands were down at the hem of her skirt, trying to keep herself modest. He face was scared. His first instinct was to get rid of whatever it was that was making her so terrified.
She nodded, chewing her bottom lip. “Good!” he said as he lifted her again, her head facing forward this time.
He was almost to the lair when it hit him. He froze on the edge of a sixth-story roof. ‘Elizabeth…’ he thought to himself. She made slight whimpering noises as she looked down to the street below.
He jumped across the street and set her down on her feet gently. He looked at her closely, eyes moving from collarbone, to bare arms, to her hair and finally to her face. The realization hit him harder than Ed’s indignant automail. He knew there was no way it could be the same person, not after over a century, but there was no mistaking it.
“Uhm…” She fidgeted nervously as he stared at her.
All the old instincts from before kicked in. The desire to protect, to shield, to… kiss her. He was especially fighting against the last one.
He scooped her up in his arms again. He jumped down to street level and let her go again.
“Leave.” He said simply.
“Go! Go away to wherever you want!” he said, not looking at her.
“Why are you letting me go like this?” she asked.
“Do you want me to change my mind?” he snapped at her.
She shook her head and went back in the general direction of the tool shop.
Envy ran back in front of her. He planted a kiss right on her lips. She froze.
“Go,” he said as he walked away. “Don’t tell anyone about this.”
She watched as he leapt up on another roof and out of her line of sight.