You can read the finer detalis of what going with these fics in neurofeces's Pride: A Seven Deadly Sins Challenge. The short and skinny is: We got together on LJ and joined the seven deadly sins fic community. She took sloth, pride, wrath, gluttony and I took the other lust, envy, and greed. Here is the first of mine.

Isshin can't seems to find happiness, knowing she is with someoen esle.

Envy n.-- wanting what somebody else has: the resentful or unhappy feeling of wanting somebody else's success, good fortune, qualities, or possessions

He shouldn't get to touch her. To hold her hand in his. To feel her lips. I can see them lying together in bed. His lips bushing against her neck. Her hand squeezing his.

He is a monster. He has no control. He shouldn't be so closer to her. He shouldn't have her love.

I could have let him die the other day. He was too weaken by the spell to fight. I could have stopped the caster without getting injured myself, but instead I saved him and let the woman I had been chasing for weeks get away. I did it without thinking.

Did I do because he was my "comrade" as Itsuki had put it? Yes, partly. My promise to stand by those who would fight for her has a heavier weight than any feelings I have towards them. There is even a heavier weight than that though that makes me move so unquestioningly into action.

I cannot let her cry.

She would despair at the loss of him. She would cry an endless river for him that would drown us all. Her mourning would slowly kill her. And, above all, I have to protect.

I can't be like Itsuki, who takes it all in and goes on. Itsuki who can pretend with such a dramatic flare that it's all okay. Itsuki who smiles while pain darkens the back of his eyes. Itsuki who can see all the things I can, but can pretend that it is all alright and move on.

I can't be like Tsukasa who is happy with whatever he has. Tsukasa who knows what it is like to love unrequited. Tsukasa who can live on gentle touches of the hand and smiles of only kindness. Tsukasa, who has only to turn and see what he is missing, but will be happy with what he can get.

I sometimes resent them for their iron masks because I know mine will never be that good.

I have to keep a straight face knowing he is the only one able to hold her. I have to keep her smiling knowing that that warmth in her eyes will never be the same for me as it is for him. I have to live on light brushes of hands, soft laughter, and the unexplainable sent of mountains that surrounds her.

I almost wish I couldn't feel her light, be warmed by it, for it is the only thing that warms me now.

I know that there is heat to be found in Hate, but how could I hate her happiness?

I have to live with this weight, a torrential rain blowing against my back, knowing she will only ever love another.

oOo