So, uh...I'm gonna be brutally honest here. I haven't touched a computer in such a long-ass time (because Envy—my laptop, for those who don't know—broke once again, and we went to repair him, but the fucking technicians didn't know how to fix him, and they thought it would be nice to tell us that after three months of keeping said laptop in their workshop. Ugh...), so I completely forgot how the original Septem Peccata Mortalia was supposes to go.
Therefore, I have re-written it. And this is the final result.
A good thing about this? I HAVE ALL THE CHAPTERS WRITTEN, SO I JUST HAVE TO POST THEM.
That said, WARNING AHEAD: THERE WILL BE YAOI SMUT IN THIS FIC (though not in this chapter). THAT WOULD BE GAY SEX, AS IN ONE GUY WILL TAKE A DICK UP HIS ASS AND LOVE IT.
You have been warned.
Enjoy!
"Envy is the art of counting the other fellow's blessings instead of your own."
~ Herald Coffin
[Invidia]
He hated her. Every fiber of her being, every breath she took, every smile, every step; he hated all of it.
He wondered when he started harboring such feelings, especially towards her, that angel of a woman who never did him any wrong, the girl who loved him even if he was a monster and had almost killed her on countless occasions.
He loved her like a sister, he really did, but he hated her so much.
Why did she always have be the center of his world?
Zero learned at a young age, through cruel and heartbreaking experiences, that he should never wish for anything, because it would always be ripped away from him—his parents, his brother, his humanity. He always stood back and watched, silent, as the people around him suffered from too much greed.
He watched for years as Yuuki pined after that bastard Kuran and got bullied by the Pureblood's gang, always underestimated and degraded, especially by that bitch, Ruka, and Aidou.
And because Yuuki was his sister and someone special to him, he wanted to make her happy—so he had tried to help her win the Bastard's heart with small things. A well-prepared meal here, a little gift there, sometimes a smooth date.
And of course, Zero was never acknowledged for his hard work; because the meals were always prepared by Yuuki, the date decorations done by her petite hands. No one ever suspected the Level D could be the one behind everything.
Maybe that's when he started hating her, when he started despising her every gesture, her careless attitude. She always took him for granted, always expected him to be there as her pillar of confidence and comfort. She never took the time to ask him about his feelings, if he ever minded doing pretty much everything for her.
Maybe he started hating her when she started spending more time with him and less with Zero.
Or maybe, just maybe, it was when the hunter realized he, himself, had romantic feelings for the Bastard.
Somewhere along the run, his so-called "hatred" for her turned into jealousy.
More than once he found himself wishing he could be the one Kaname praised, the one held in those strong arms, the one on the receiving end of such sweet words.
The one Kaname loved.
And every time, Zero would end up being disgusted with himself. Every time he looked at himself in the mirror, he would see a monster—a shadow of himself, corrupted by green envy.
[Invidia_Envy]