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An old lady sat on a throne, elevated on a dias, glaring down at her pawns. They were all seated in wooden chairs, which were arranged into a semicircle around the dias, and glared back with forced respect, which looked more like hatred than anything. She nodded her head to an empty chair on the far right and growled, "I found Greed's bones in the hallway. That means that there was an intrusion on our home. And I think you all know the intruder was." The pawn's expressions didn't change.

The woman continued, "That boy is of no use to us. He only causes trouble, and he refuses to create the stone even after we threatened his brother. I want him dead."

One of the pawns raised her delicate hand. The woman nodded towards her. "You have something to say, Lust?"

The beauty called Lust swallowed harshly, afraid of her master. Pushing her fears of torture out of her mind, she spoke confidently. "Master, why not let the boy live?"

The old woman raised her brows. This she had not expected. Lust was not the motherly type. Looking around all of her pawns, she laughed as she realized none of them were. All of them were wearing solemn faces, ignoring her unexplained laughter, and sitting still. All except for the smallest pawn, Wrath. He had the mind of a child, though was deadly in combat. The old woman feared him the least though, just because he was so easily manipulated.

Lust had not continued in her feline-like suave voice, so the old woman snapped, "And why is that, Lust?"

All the while, the pawn had thought up her explanation and made a little speech. Clearing her throat, she began, "Although the Fullmetal boy will not create the Philosopher's Stone for us, perhaps another will. The boy is in love with a girl from his hometown, and if we are patient, they could get married."

Another pawn rudely interrupted, his voice sarcastic. "Oh, what a happy ending for the Fullmetal pipsqueak. Do I get to go to the wedding?"

Lust contained her rage and calmly turned to her associate, purring, "I wasn't finished, Envy. As I was saying, if we allowed the two humans to get married, perhaps they would have offspring."

Envy was about to make another remark, but the old woman gave him a severe look and he instantly shut-up. The old woman nodded to Lust, who continued.

"Offspring from Edward Elric. Imagine their alchemic capabilities! We could let the baby be born, annihilate Fullmetal and his wife, and take the baby. Of course, the child would never be allowed to leave these grounds," with that, Lust gestured around her, indicating the mansion they were presently in. "But if we made it think that we were its parents, its masters, we would have a human to do our bidding, and it wouldn't know the difference between right and wrong. The possibilities would be endless!"

Lust was so worked up that she was breathing hard. The old woman sat in her chair, eyeing the gathering around her. Six Sins left. Six deadly Sins from the alchemic taboo of human transmutation. Six slaves who were almost useless to her, concerning the topic of immortality. She liked Lust's idea. The human would serve as an alchemic dummy until the day it died. From there, they would figure things out.

Carefully, the old woman stood, followed by the Sins. She started to hobble out of the large open room they were located in when she paused. Turning to the Sins, she muttered, "The child will need a primary guardian. Although I want you all to help, I would like a mother," looking at the male Sins, "or father figure. Decide among yourselves. I need my rest now. I'm not to be disturbed for the rest of the day." Then, she walked out of the room.

As soon as she had departed, the Sins talked among themselves in hushed voices:

"Damn that Dante," snarled Envy. "I am not taking care of his grand-kid."

"When he comes, can I eat him, Lust?" asked the large fat Sin called Gluttony.

Lust sighed and patted his head. "No, Gluttony. You can't. If you do, Master will not be very happy."

Gluttony trembled, and his round body shook.

"I want to take care of him," cooed the other female sin, "but I'm afraid that I'll accidently kill him."

"Why do you assume it will be a 'he,' Sloth?" asked Lust.

"Well," said the other sin, "Edward is a boy, so talking about his child makes me think of a boy."

"How do you even know there will be a child?" growled Envy.

"There will be," retorted Lust. "Give it time."

"Master does not have much time," the phony Fuhrer Sin Pride replied. "Master is slowly decaying, like a dead body."

Wrath piped up. "She is a dead body! She's so nasty!"

All of the adult Sins quickly hushed him, looking around to make sure that their master hadn't heard. The coast was clear. Lust let out a big sigh. Sloth bent down to level with Wrath and smiled. "Wrath, the grown-ups are talking now. Why don't you go play or something?"

Putting a pout on, Wrath complied with Sloth's wishes. He had made her his mother, and believed that she was. He loved her so dearly. Trotting out of the room, he escaped to the courtyard to watch the many colored birds fight over seed.

"We haven't gotten much accomplished," stated Pride grimly.

Envy laughed. "Yeah, we did. Wrath is gone. I'm happy."

"Maybe you need to learn some motherly instincts," said Lust threateningly.

"It was your idea, genius. Why don't you take care of him," He returned.

The Sins turned to face her. Envy had a point, for once. And it wasn't as though she hated humans. She just wasn't on good terms with them for bringing her back in a doll form. And for the way they exiled her after they had created her, like it was her fault. Taking care of a child wouldn't be too bad. She could train it like a dog to treat her with respect.

Putting her slender hands up in defeat, Lust said, "You've got me. I will take care of the child until it can wing it." She glared at Envy. "But wouldn't it be nice if you learned some manners and motherly skills?"

"I have no intention of ever being a mother!" Envy snorted.

And that was how the conversation ended. The plan was decided, the mother figure determined. All that had to be done was to put the plan in action. It would take many years of waiting, but the Sins were willing, waiting quietly for their revenge and their chance to become human. But they had a long, long wait.

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Edward! No! Run away with Winry before they get you. Ain't that creepy though. Imagine, some stalker predicting your marriage and child, and planning on killing you and nabbing the kid... scary. Where did I come up with this crap? No idea. Sounds like another story I read, only this is going in a different direction, okay? Different cup of tea. Hell, different teapot! Hell, why not make it coffee and tea. But when you break it down, it's all a drink... I make no sense, no? Haha... ... ... ... -cough-

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