FullMetal Alchemist Falling in love with Envy

Unearthing Truths

The morning sun painted the sky with hues of pink and gold, casting a soft glow over the mansion's tranquil gardens. As the world around me stirred awake, I found myself still grappling with the events of the previous night. Ling Yao's cryptic appearance and contradictory actions seemed like pieces of a puzzle that refused to fit together. The air was heavy with unanswered questions, and the elusive answers to the mysteries that surrounded me felt more distant than ever.

I sat at a window in the dining room, the sunlight warming my skin, as I mulled over the conundrum that had become my life. The philosopher's stone—an object of legend and power—hovered at the forefront of my thoughts. What was its significance? Why did it seem to haunt me, appearing in the most unexpected of places? And why were figures like Ling Yao and my father entangled in its enigmatic web?

Just as my thoughts were spiraling into a whirlwind of confusion, movement near the mansion caught my attention. My gaze fixed on the front entrance, where the imposing figure of the Fuhrer emerged. His presence was a reminder of the complex network of power and control that governed this mansion. I watched as he exchanged words with a few guards before heading out for the day.A spark of curiosity ignited within me. If there was any place that might hold answers about the philosopher's stone, it could be the Fuhrer's private quarters. My heart raced with a mixture of anxiety and determination. I had to find a way to uncover the secrets that lurked within those walls.

With my resolve firm, I made my way through the corridors, my footsteps light and cautious. Arriving at the Fuhrer's door, I hesitated briefly, the weight of my actions sinking in. But the urgency of my quest spurred me forward, and I attempted to twist the doorknob. To no avail—the door was locked.Frustration clenched at my chest, but I refused to be deterred. There had to be another way. The balconies adorned the mansion's exterior; my bedroom balcony was close to the Fhurers. An idea formed in my mind, both audacious and risky. I had to find a way into that room, and if the door was sealed, then perhaps the balcony door was not.Summoning every ounce of courage, I made my way to my room. Noticing Envy on the way, I abruptly stopped from a mini panic and tried not to lock eyes with him. "Where are you going?" Envy said as I passed him by. "I... uhh. I was actually going to take a nap." Today's breakfast was very heavy!" Envy stood there in silence and looked at me as if he was confused."Well ... alright," Envy said and walked away. I made my way to my bedroom and locked the door behind me. I stepped to the balcony and measured the distance to the Fuhrers' balcony. My heart raced as I glanced around, ensuring that I was unseen. With a deep breath, I climbed the railing, my fingers gripping the stone facade for support. The drop seemed much farther than it appeared from below, but there was no turning back now. With a leap, I propelled myself across the gap, my pulse pounding in my ears as I landed on the adjacent balcony.I glanced around once more, the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I realized the enormity of my audacious act. I had to be swift and discreet. Silence greeted me, and a sense of urgency drove me to push forward.My fingers worked deftly, and with a quiet click, the latch gave way. The balcony door swung open, granting me access to the Fuhrer's inner sanctum. I slipped into the room, my heart pounding as I surveyed my surroundings. It was a standard room, devoid of any ostentation or opulence that one might associate with a leader of his stature.As I searched through the room, my heart sank with disappointment. There were no telltale signs of the philosopher's stone, no hidden clues or cryptic documents. Everything appeared to be mundane—diplomatic papers, maps, and a few personal belongings.My disappointment was palpable, but I refused to let it dampen my resolve. Perhaps there was something I was missing. I combed through the room once more, my fingers brushing against the smooth surface of the desk. And then, I noticed it—a small drawer, hidden beneath a stack of papers.With bated breath, I opened the drawer, my heart racing as I hoped for a breakthrough. But once again, my expectations were met with frustration. The drawer contained nothing more than writing materials and a few trinkets. I closed the drawer with a sigh, feeling defeated.Just as I was about to concede to my fruitless search, the sound of footsteps echoed from the corridor outside. Panic gripped me, and I knew I had to leave—and quickly. But as I was about to leave through the way I came in, I heard voices—a conversation just beyond the door.My heart raced as I realized I might be caught. There was no way out without being spotted. With my mind racing, I crouched behind a nearby curtain, my breath held as I strained to hear the conversation outside."Envy, where is the little rat, and why isn't she with you?" a voice hissed, dripping with impatience and authority.Envy's response was laced with irritation. "She's in her room, sleeping. What do you want me to do—watch her sleep and snore?"Lust's voice was sharp and insistent. "Just keep an eye on her. We don't want her running off or getting into trouble."My heart pounded in my chest as I listened to their exchange. I was the subject of their conversation, their words sending a shiver down my spine. My mind raced, and a plan formed—a dangerous one, but it was my only chance.As their voices faded, I sprang into action. With a swift motion, I pushed the balcony door open and silently climbed out onto the railway. I had to reach my room before Envy did.My heart pounded in my ears as I raced while voiding falling to my death, my breaths coming in short gasps. I was like a phantom, a specter moving through the shadows, driven by desperation and determination. The seconds ticked by, each one stretching into eternity as I neared my room.I reached the door just in time, slipping inside and closing it behind me with a soft click. My chest heaved as I leaned against the balcony door, my breath shaky. I had made it—barely.I glanced around the room, my senses on high alert as I strained to hear any sign of Envy's approach. I knew I couldn't stay here for long. Gathering my resolve, I slipped under the covers of my bed, arranging myself to appear as though I were asleep.Moments later, the sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor, and I held my breath as the door creaked open. Envy entered the room, his presence a heavy weight that settled in the air. I closed my eyes tightly, my heart hammering in my chest, as his gaze fell upon me.For a tense moment, there was silence, and then Envy's voice cut through the stillness. "I know you're awake."I ignored his words, refusing to give in to his provocation. But he was persistent. "Stop pretending to be asleep. I know you're awake."With a sigh of frustration, I pushed myself into a sitting position, staring at him with a mixture of annoyance and exhaustion. "What do you want, Envy?"His gaze held a trace of something unreadable. "Why did you pretend to be asleep? And what were you doing before?"I tried to formulate an answer, my mind racing as I scrambled for an explanation that would satisfy his curiosity without revealing too much. "I... I wanted to go out without you knowing. But then I heard your voice, so I went back to bed and pretended to be asleep."Envy's eyebrow quirked in skepticism. "That's quite a story.""It's the truth," I insisted, hoping my voice didn't betray my nervousness.He studied me for a moment before speaking again. "Why would you do something so stupid?"I hesitated, searching for the right words. "I just... I needed some fresh air. I needed to clear my head."Envy's gaze bore into me, and I felt as though he could see through the facade I was desperately trying to maintain. "And where did you plan on going in the middle of the night?"I looked away, my mind racing for a plausible response. "I... I wanted to go see someone.""Someone?" Envy's voice held a hint of amusement. "And who might this someone be?"I felt a surge of frustration. "It's none of your business."He chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "Oh, I think it is my business, considering my orders are to keep an eye on you."I bit my lip, my frustration giving way to a growing sense of vulnerability. "Just forget it, Envy. I don't want to talk about it."He leaned against a nearby chair, his gaze unwavering. "I find it hard to believe that you would risk sneaking out just for a stroll. There's more to this story, isn't there?"I stared at him, my thoughts racing as I tried to come up with a believable explanation. "Fine, you want to know the truth? I... I wanted to see Christopher."A flicker of surprise crossed Envy's features before he masked it with a nonchalant expression. "The garden rat, huh?""Don't call him that!" My voice held an edge of annoyance.Envy's lips quirked into a smirk. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult your boyfriend.""He's not my boyfriend," I retorted, my cheeks flushing with irritation. "He's just... an acquaintance."Envy raised an eyebrow, a knowing glint in his eyes. "An acquaintance you seem to care about a little bit more than usual."I clenched my jaw, my frustration bubbling to the surface. "Well, he's not an ass, for starters."Envy's smirk deepened, but before the tension could escalate, he seemed to reign in his amusement. "I see. So, this 'acquaintance' of yours—you were willing to risk getting caught just to see him?"I nodded, my frustration momentarily forgotten in the face of Envy's probing questions. "Yes, I just... I needed to talk to someone, and he's been... different from the others."Envy's gaze held mine, his expression inscrutable. "Different how?"I hesitated, my words catching in my throat. "He's kind. He doesn't treat me like I'm beneath him. He's genuine."Envy's eyes seemed to pierce into my soul, as though searching for something beyond the surface. "Genuine, huh? That's a rare quality."I nodded, my gaze dropping to my hands as they clenched the sheets. "Yeah, it is."For a moment, the room was filled with an unspoken understanding—an acknowledgment of the complexities that defined our roles and relationships. Envy's voice broke the silence, his tone softer than before. "You should be careful, Beauty. Not everyone is what they seem."I looked up at him, uncertainty flickering in my eyes. "I know. But sometimes, you have to take a chance."Envy's expression wavered, a mixture of emotions passing across his features. "Just don't let your guard down completely. This world... it's not as forgiving as you might hope."With those words, he turned and headed for the door, leaving me alone in the wake of our unexpected conversation. As the door closed behind him, a swirl of emotions gripped my heart. Envy's words lingered in the air, a reminder that amidst the shadows and secrets, there were still layers to unravel and truths to discover. But whether those truths would lead to salvation or a more bottomless abyss remained uncertain. And as I settled back under the covers, my mind churned with a newfound determination—to navigate the labyrinth of deception and uncover the answers that lay hidden within the walls of the mansion.