Redux

This is dedicated to and inspired by Christopher Snowball and our anime nights.

A cool breeze blew through the room and danced off of the concrete walls. Somewhere in the distance, water dripped through a crack in the ceiling, pooling on the stone floor and alerting the occupants of the room to the rain above ground. Envy chose to observe these insignificant things, thus succeeding in tuning out the brunette before him.

"So what you're saying is you couldn't do what you were ordered. You couldn't accomplish the simplest of tasks. You're useless." Lust's voice was cold, eyes held disgust. "Why does Father even keep you alive?"

Envy let out a growl of hatred. "Don't blame me, you ugly hag!" He stopped, schooled himself and continued. "It was all because of the Fullmetal Brat and Colonel Pyro. I can't do anything when they're around."

"Don't you think you're a little too old to be blaming others?" Lust wasn't focused on the green-haired male. Instead, her lilac orbs were watching Gluttony devour yet another pathetic human.

As his violet eyes seethed with anger, Envy was overcome with the urge to throttle the mouthy harlot. But the urge disappeared as quickly as it had come, an idea forming in its wake.

"Hey, Lust," he began slowly, capturing the brunette's attention.

She gave a nod of acknowledgement.

"How do you feel about us making another play?"

Lilac eyes snapped back to the green-haired male, instantly giving Envy her full attention.

"Wouldn't our plans go much more smoothly," a devious smile crawled across Envy's lips and malicious intent gleamed in his eyes, "if the Fullmetal Pipsqueak and Colonel Sparky were out of commission?"

She let a small approving laugh bubble in her throat. "What did you have in mind?"

Envy's eyes traced the room, paranoia making him search for eavesdroppers. Leaning close to the woman, he whispered his latest scheme into her ear.

"Ah, yes, this could work." Lust's eyes glittered with anticipation, wheels in her mind turning. "Gluttony," she called.

"Yes!" The bottomless pit was almost cheerful, eager to be of service.

"Clean up your mess," she commanded, pointing to the pile of freshly stripped bones and blood smears. "You and Envy are going to pay a visit to the good Doctor Marcoh."