Sweetly Broken

Summary: A story of how a little girl's tears could manage to break his non-existent heart into pieces. "How could a little girl like her have this sort of impact on me?!" "I wanna be just like you, Envy!" "I don't want you to leave me alone!" "Give him back... He... People need him..."

Enter, Sin, known as Otohime to mortals, a young Homunculus who has a rather abnormal power, however is unaware. That is, until she meets Dante. Sin is a small Homunculus child, no memory of anything or anyone. She comes across two different groups of people one who want to 'help' her, and one who want to 'protect' her. Who are these people and which ones wish to do what to her... what will happen in these strange turns of events? And what is she to Envy? Slight AU (Because Wrath and Oc can grow).

Pairing: OcxEnvy

Rating: M for gore, cursing, sexual behaviour and emotional events.

Warning: This Fanfiction contains detailed description in which some people may be too squeamish. It does not, however, contain EnvyxEd, EnvyxWinry, EnvyxLust, EdxOc OcxWrath/Lust/Greed/Pride/Gluttony/Sloth etc. It does contain EdxWinry and itsy bit... ok maybe a lot of WrathxOc, but overall EnvyxOc. I do think Wrath is the cutest, most innocent, adorable Homunculi, but Envy is the seeexxxieeeesstttttttt uuunnnnfffff. XD

Prologue

She stood there eyes wide, looking down on the slumped over body, blood gushing from the hole in its chest. She held up her hand to her face, looking at the blood that stained her small, frail, shaking hands. Her Byzantium eyes shook with surprise and fear of her own new found strength and powers. Her mouth was agape, her unusually pointed canines protruded from behind her small, thin lips. Her Gainsboro Silver hair, which was now starting to grow damp with the rain, fell in clumps on her shoulders.

Her hands grabbed the sides of her head, regretting what she had just done, and quietly whimpering, scared of herself. She wanted to bring the dead slump back alive, but even for her naïve nature, she knew that wouldn't be possible. What scared her more than her actions was the pleasant tingling in her stomach. What could it be? Could it be happiness, the adrenalin coursing through her veins, or possibly the excitement of killing someone with her bare hands? He did attempt at mugging her, but that couldn't justify the feeling of satisfaction and excitement swelling in the bottom of her stomach, rising and rising with every breath. She had to get out of there, before anyone could witness anything that had happened tonight. Hastily, she slung the hood of her Cornsilk coloured cloak, whipping it over her so no one could see her face, she couldn't let anyone know, what she had done, where she had been, what she had felt...Conceal it and don't let it show.

She never used her powers since...

Hey guys! Yuusssssss this is a new story I planned on making this for a while now and I'm glad to start it. The chapters with be immensely long so be prepared to wait. I'll be putting HIFFAAL! On HAITUS for a while until I complete this, I'm much interested to write this ^^'' SOOORRRRYYYYYYY :3