A/N: Hello again, it me I hope you enjoy the new chapter! Now, on to the story!
Chapter two: Dark Games
The boy of about sixteen peered past the pieces of short, ink-black hair that fell over his eyes as he followed the long haired, voluptuous woman leading him. He ran a hand through his bangs in an unsuccessful attempt to clear his vision. The motion revealed the ourborous tattoo on the palm of his right hand
"Well, Sadism," the woman, Lust, informed him, "That's pretty much all the information you need." They stopped at another numbered door that was, to Sadism, as undistinguishable as the rest. "The only one of us you have yet to meet is Malice. This is her room." After knocking softly, Lust waited a moment and then opened the unlocked door. The room wasn't especially big. Shoved up in the far corner was a small, neatly made cot and stacked up against the walls were hundreds of thin boxes, arranged neatly in piles. What they were, Sadism couldn't tell through the darkness that all, but swallowed the room. The only light came from the hallway, in through the doorway, which was dim anyways, and a diminutive gas lamp sitting on a small, metal table in the center of the room. Two chairs, also made of metal, sat at either end of the aforementioned table. In one of them sat a girl about Sadism's age with shoulder length, metallic grey hair who was, almost serenely, moving black chess pieces across a board scattered with more of the same in white. She was, apparently, playing herself because the second chair, across from her, was empty. Sadism raised a skeptical eyebrow at Lust who threw a curled lock of light brown hair over her shoulder and spoke to the girl, who appeared to be oblivious to their presence in her doorway.
Malice, this is Sadism. He was just transmuted three days ago." Silence answered her as no response was made fro the chess player who, Sadism was now sure, was ignoring them. "He is being placed under your care. You'll have to show him his room later. It's W103, down the hall." Lust motioned the teenage boy inside and shut the door behind him, still receiving not so much as a nod from the room's occupant. Silence stretched, broken only by the click of painted, metal pieces moving across the black and white board. Malice still seemed unaware of Sadism's presence. Was she really so engrossed in her game or did she just not care? Becoming fed up with his wait for acknowledgment, Sadism shrugged and walked over to the table. As he sat down in the unoccupied chair, Malice glanced up at him briefly with eyes the same color as her hair. 'Finally!' the boy thought 'A reaction!' Well, she seemed to enjoy her silence. Maybe some noise would annoy her.
"So," he started "What's with the silent treatment? You just like ignoring people or something?" Another period of quiet followed hi question as the girl, as un-reactive as before, sat staring motionlessly at the board. Sadism sighed inwardly. 'This girl is boring.' He imagined the quiet, boring days his life would be filled with if Malice remained his caretaker as the girl moved a bishop from one square to another. She set the piece down with a click and folded her hands on the table in front of her.
"I'm not."
"What?" Sadism was shocked out of his daymare at the sound of her voice.
"Ignoring you, I'm not." If he hadn't seen her lips move than her wouldn't have believed that the girl in front of had said it.
"Then, why didn't you say anything until now?" Sadism tried to keep the conversation going. Personally, he hated silences.
"There wasn't anything worth saying." 'Oh, so she's that kind of person'
"Why are you playing by yourself?" It was a simple question, but Malice couldn't seem to think of an answer because she just started at Sadism with a slightly confused look on her face. "I'll play with
you." The boy said to break the silence. "Though, I'm probably not very good." Sadism shifted uncomfortably in the chair and avoided meeting the intense gaze Malice was studying him with. For a moment, he thought she would refuse, but then she blinked and carefully picked up the chess board. Walking slowly, so as not to knock over any of the pieces, she walked over to the far wall and set it down gently inside an open box. She then slid out another box from one of the organized stacks and brought it back over to the table. Sadism's raised for a second time as she pulled put a second chess board and began to set it up. He waited until Malice was almost done and then asked, "Why didn't you just reset the other board?" She set the final two pieces in place and then looked at him.
"I hate ending games early." As white, she made the first move.
A/N: yes, I know that Lust has black hair, but the Himunculi died remember. The homunculi in this story are the new ones so the obviously won't look the same. I'm keeping their Ouroboros in the same spots because I'm assumiong that its location determines what sin they become. As for why Envy looks the same, well, I'm working under the assumption that the new sins retain the same powers and some of the personality traits of the past sins. Thought this Envy obviously does not hold a grudge against Hohenheim since, he did not create this story's Envy. Because of this I am going to further assume that Envy would still prefer the form that he did when he was the homunculus created by Dante and Hohenheim. If you have any other questions please ask them. Don't forget to R&R…please.
