Day number two of my love. Actually, I mean torture! It began with Lust waking up to the sound of the beeping drone of her alarm clock. She then proceeded to drag me by my ill-repaired left ear.

Lust really doesn't like her stuffed animals.

She dragged me down the stairs. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. I hit each one harder and harder. The more that I hit them the more I hurt.

Dante offered Lust some breakfast. Lust, being self-conscience, refused. So, Dante asked Lust to go get ready for school. Lust obeyed. She dressed in what her mother always wanted her to wear: a deep purple dress, lace at the bottom, and her large rimmed glasses. However, she did not, I noticed, put on her training bra that was tidily placed on her bed by her mother.

"Put it on," I said. This was the first time I had ever spoken to Lust, but she had not been as shocked as I had thought she would have been. She seemed, oddly, alright with it.

"No, it symbolizes female oppression," she said calmly. This is when I came to realize just how blunt and straightforward about her views.

"You aren't surprised the I can SPEAK?" I exclaimed.

"No, I have had other stuffed toys speak to me before. At first I thought that it was just in my head, but then I realized that all stuffed animals could talk when Gluttony heard one of them talking."

"Who's Gluttony?"

"Oh, don't worry. You will meet him today."

So, off I went with Lust to school. She continued to drag me by my left ear. Oh, how it hurt.

She stopped at the front gate of the school. Stared at it, as if debating whether or not she wanted to skip out on school or not. However, she did continue into the school.

On our way in we ran into a rather… strange individual. He seemed like he wanted to be a gangster, but in no way was one. His clothes were overly sized and he tripped on, what seemed to be, his father's necklace, which was far too big for his small frame.

"Is that Gluttony?" I asked as quietly as I could, with the fear of being heard by people around.

"No. Hi, Greed," she said. As Greed tried, like the jerk that he is, to trip Lust and take me from her, Lust's fingernail did something… supernatural. They extended quickly and viciously towards the young "gangster," Greed. However, the nails stopped within millimeters of his throat. He quickly retreated into the school. Lust's nail suddenly retracted back to her hand.

"How did you do that?" I exclaimed.

"You will learn. But, as for now, I must go into this prison that this male led, female oppressing government likes to call 'school.'"

So, she entered the school, walked into her classroom, and sat down, prepared to learn (As if she was going to). I sat at the base of her chair with my left ear crushed beneath the round, metal foot of her chair.

"Today is going to be a long day," I grumbled under my breath.