A young boy rushed to his bed with haste. Upon reaching it, he hopped on the purple, damp, and worn out sheets. Even though it was far from comfy, he managed to smile, which was rare after he was force-fed the red stone. To even further amaze, the only person he respected happened to be the one that caused his missery.As that palm-tree-like man walked toward him, he pulled the blankets over himself, almost as if that could make his pain go away. The palm-tree-like man gave a sudden smirk at his younger brother's insecurity.
He walked up to the little boy with silent footsteps. As soon as he sat on the edge of the boy's bed, he revealed two beutifully lite eyes and a mass of tangled raven-coloured hair. Envy couldn't help but smile at his insecurity once again. The little boy rushed toward his elder giving him a hug. It felt more like being strangled. A normal human wouldn't have survived the "teddy bear's" hug, but Envy wasn't human. In fact, the only human that could possibly survive it would be Armstrong. But he wasn't considered human by his own kind. Envy just pushed the little boy off him. In his lack of words, Envy uttered, "Sleep."
The boy hurried back his head unto his pillow and began to curl his legs closer to his face under the sheets, creating a faint outline of his body. The palm-tree-like man was about to leave the little boy to sleep, but the boy called out his name before he could leave. Sitting on the boy's bed again, he asked, "What the hell do you want?"
In response, the little boy grabbed his elder's head and bashed it on his own. In shock, Envy pulled away screeching, "What the hell was that for?"
His only responce was the little boy falling back in laughter. Envy looked at the new sin with suspisious eyes, which only made him laugh harder. Envy causiously stepped toward him, "You're crazy!"
The other sin continued to smile. Envy pulled out a chair that screamed across the floor as Envy tugged it out of place. He sat there in much thought. Then he uttered, "Wrath."
The boy opposite of him looked confused. With bitterness, Envy repeated, "Wrath." The boy twisted his head in one direction, beleiving that if he looked at it in another way it would all make sense. With more bitterness Envy practically shouted,"Your name!" The boy needed to clarify, "My name is... Wrath?"
Tired of the boy's attitude, Envy bellowed, "Yes, for God's sake! The boy get's it!" Wrath looked around and then stared dead straight into Envy's eyes, which, needless to say, made Envy feel awkward. Wrath asked him with his big blue eyes, "Why?"
Envy scratched the back of his head, "It's the only name left."