Helllooooo. This is the first chapter of my newest story, an Envy/OC romance fic called From Violet to Gold. I seriously thought forever and could not come up with a better title. That'll probably change eventually. Maybe.

There's not much to say about this chapter, except that... well, actually, I got nothin'. Huh.

If that's all, then enjoy chapter one!

~I don't own FMA~

"What do you think you're doing?" Envy snapped, his purple eyes narrowing on the human yanking on his arm.

She wasn't pretty in the common sense, with blue eyes that were a little too wide and strawberry-colored hair that was a little too curly, making it puff out around her delicate shoulders. However, something about her made one find it difficult to call her ugly or even plain.

That wasn't what Envy was focusing on at the moment, though. Instead, he was glaring at her as she tried to yank him from underneath the pile of rubble currently pinning him. She needn't have bothered, he could free himself quite easily, as soon as his regenerative powers healed his crushed legs. The process was slowed due to the immense weight on the limbs, which threatened to crush the bones as soon as they healed. Edward Elric would pay for this latest attack, but he seemed to have fled the scene after removing the citizens from this pitiful town (although he'd obviously missed one). Oh, well. They'd meet again... they always did.

"Don't worry," a lilting voice said, bringing Envy back to the present, "I'll get you free. Don't worry."

Envy's violet eyes narrowed as he studied the human, who was now trying (and failing) to remove the large stone holding his left arm captive. Why was she bothering? The rest of her village had fled for cover along with the pipsqueak, so why hadn't she? She must not know what he was, that was the only explanation to her desperate attempt to help him. Not that she was doing much good.

She was a tiny fluff of nothing, only about five feet tall, as bird-boned as they came, with an air of innocence that told him she had yet to experience much of life's hardships. If she knew what he was, he was positive she would run screaming, just like all the rest. Envy relished those screams, they were the only things that kept him grounded, kept him sane knowing what exactly he was.

He sighed, figuring he'd let her go on long enough, and moved his left arm, throwing off the boulder. He could have crushed her with it, he supposed, but something kept him from killing her. Yet. Instead he tossed it so that it landed right next to her, earning himself a satisfying shriek of surprise and fear. With both arms loose, he immediately set to work on his legs, clearing the rubble until he was standing once again. He turned to the girl, expecting the thrill that came with humans running away and screaming.

He was disappointed. Instead she studied him, mouth agape, sky-blue eyes wide.

Envy noticed that her lashes were so long the tips brushed her eyebrows.

He smirked down at her, "You must not know what I am."

She continued to stare, but shook her head slowly. "How did you-"

"I'm not interested in playing twenty questions. Did you see the Fullmetal Pipsqueak run through here?"

"Fullmetal..." she shook her head a second time, as if trying to clear it. Her strawberry curls danced around her face. "Fullmetal who?"

"Useless humans..." Envy muttered, already bored. "Short, blonde, there's a giant suit of armor following him around like a puppy dog. Seen 'em?"

Again she shook her head, this time in answer to his question. He ran his hand through his dark green spikes in frustration. Seemed the Pipsqueak had run like the coward he was. Great. The Witch Bitch (aka Dante) had ordered him to terrorize this town in order to trap the kid alchemist. Why? Envy didn't know, and he didn't care. He existed to cause strife, nothing more than that.

He returned from his thoughts to see the girl backing away slowly, as if finally sensing the threat he posed. Envy sighed dejectedly, although he didn't quite know why. He supposed it would've been nice to be treated like something more than a monster for a change. Ah, well.

The girl yelped as she stumbled over piles of rubble left there from Envy's attack.

Quick as a flash, Envy reached out and grabbed her forearm, preventing her from slamming to the ground. He wasn't sure why he did this, but he did. He released her as quickly as he'd grabbed her, and she spun on her heel and dashed away, without a second glance.

Envy had found her again. The tiny girl who'd tried to save him three days ago, the one with the strawberry blonde curls.

He was currently in disguise, and had returned to her little town, driven by some unknown force. To the villagers passing he looked like an inconspicuous teenager, with cloudy blue eyes and plain brown hair. He had climbed up on top of a building, one that had been crumbled the last time he'd visited. Figured the Pipsqueak would undo all his hard, destructive work. The people had returned once he'd vacated the town, and had probably celebrated while he was being yelled at by the Hag Queen (or Dante). Just the thought was enough for him to punch the roof he was reclining on, causing plumes of dust to rain down on the people near and inside the building.

Sighing, he returned his attention to the girl, or "Little Red", as he'd taken to calling her. He'd be lying if he said she hadn't entered his thoughts quite often in the last three days. But then, Envy was a cold-hearted liar, so this didn't really seem to be a problem.

Little Red was puttering around tables at an old restaurant, the Macho Nacho, (A/N: Go ahead and laugh at the name. I sure did!) which was where he guessed she worked. Due to his superior homunculus eyesight, when he squinted he could barely make out the label on her left breast, her name tag. Unfortunately he couldn't read the damn thing. All he could make out was the letter "V".

He couldn't hear anything over the commotion of the humans. Just what was so important to all of them? Envy couldn't fathom any of them doing something worthwhile in their incredibly short lifetime. Even Little Red, who appeared pretty young, maybe 16-17, had only had about eighty years left, give or take a few. They would all die, fade from the memories of those around them, just as their ancestors had. They would die, and Envy... would remain. Forever. With nobody except Dante and whichever ones of his fellow homunculi were clever enough to survive.

He sighed, resting his elbow on his crossed legs and leaning his jawline on his fist. Their lives were meaningless, but look at the passion with which they carried them out! Sure, there were a few dead-eyed, sleep deprived zombies wandering around, but for the most part they were acting as if their particular tasks were the most important things in the world. Even Little Red, who had arguably one of the most useless jobs out there, was leaning in to hear a customer's order as if that was her highest priority, as if nothing else mattered.

Her too-plump pink lips lifted into a smile as she nodded, scribbling furiously on her little notepad. Envy found his gaze lingering on those lips. This didn't trouble him. Desire wasn't a new experience for him, in fact his sexual adventures were topped only by Greed's. He resolved to buy some human food, maybe see whether or not this human was worthy of his attention, even for a few hours.

He changed back into his original form, figuring none of the humans besides Little Red would recognize him. They had been too busy fleeing for their worthless lives to bother looking at their attacker's face. His suspicions were proved correct when he simply leapt off the building into an abandoned alley and strode out into the masses. Nobody gave him a second glance.

Smirking smugly, he strolled through the crowds, shoving humans aside when necessary.

Took him long enough, but he got a table directly under the ugly yellow "Macho Nacho" sign. There he waited, impatiently pretending to scan the menu, for Little Red to make her way over to him.

She was efficient, and came over in no time at all. Envy made sure to cover his face with the laminated menu when he saw her coming.

"Hello, sir, may I take your-" she cut herself off when he lowered the menu.

"You?" she asked, shocked.

"Me."

And... End chapter.

So, did you like it? Envy's surprisingly hard to write for, because he's so unique. I doubt anyone but the original FMA writers can imitate him perfectly. But I'll try my best!

I know "Little Red" doesn't have much of a character as of yet, but she'll develop more in the next chapter.

In case you guys are wondering, this is my second FMA fic. The other is an Ed/OC story called "Hope for the Hopeless" that has nothing to do with this one.

Anyway, thanks for reading, and watch for chapter 2, coming soon.

Also review. Please, please review.