A/N: Thanks, Wolf (alright if I call you that?). I'll keep your suggestions in mind.

ANYWAY! You know that human girl I promised in the Summary? She makes her first appearance here! YAY!

Anyway…on with the show!!

Gel

Another boring day of just sitting at the bottom of my jar, sleeping or being swallowed up in my thoughts. I sighed as I rolled over, un-tucking my limbs and sighing some more.

I heard the door to the room open, but I didn't bother looking. I already knew it was that bastard Greed coming in to give me food. I looked at the last bit of scraps he left me, sticking out my tiny pink tongue at it. Really, I wasn't hungry in the least, and I didn't see any reason for the others to keep me alive, so I found no reason to eat.

I heard an extra set of footsteps and almost thought them to be Wrath's except I noticed they were far lighter. I decided it wouldn't hurt to look and my eyes widened.

A human girl, no older than eight years, was tied up and (only seconds ago) slung over Greed's shoulder. She had light brown hair with a hint of copper, and she was wearing an off-white T-shirt with a light red (almost pink), medium-sized skirt and white sneakers. I couldn't see her face, but I could tell she was frightened by the way her body trembled. My spine tingled at the sight of a frightened human.

Greed set her on the bed, told her to stay put and walked over to my pathetic excuse of a prison chamber.

"And how are we today, Envy?"

I glared up at his sneering face, once again wanting to claw his squinty-eyed face to shreds. When he reached his hand into the jar, I hissed and lashed my tail at him (hey, I was trapped in the form of an eight-legged lizard with a too-large head! What do you expect of me?).

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, don't be like that. Aww…you haven't eaten what I gave you last."

His fingers were so close I could've bitten them if my mouth were big enough. Damn, I hate being small…

He pulled his hand back out and looked over at the girl on the bed. "Aren't you going to introduce yourself, girl? Besides, I don't recall ever hearing your name."

I looked at her as well and was instantly…oh, how do I put it lightly? Drawn? Anyway, I found her blue-green eyes interesting. Hmmm…I'll go with that until I can come up with a better description.

"G-Gabriella Mizou," she stuttered, trembling from her place on the bed. Her eyes were beginning to water, too.

"Awww," Greed said almost mockingly. "That's such a pretty name…but a bit too long. Would you mind giving me a nickname you go by?"

"…Gel."

I tilted my head. Gill? Is that really appropriate for a girl?

"Hmmm…how would you spell it?"

"G-E-L."

If I still had my human face, I'd be giving her a contemplative look. But I'm fairly certain my curiosity could be seen…somehow. Through my eyes, I guess?

I turned my attention back to Greed, who started walking toward her. He started untying her, and the instant she was free she tried running for the door. Too bad that damn bastard was too fast for her…

"Hey, hey, don't be like that," he teased as he nimbly leapt in front of her. "I need you to stay here and keep Envy over there company." He nodded toward me and I just glared at him. After patting her on the head with that annoying grin on his face, he turned toward the door himself and started walking. "I'll be back in a sec to bring you something to eat, 'kay Gel?"

I saw her flinch when the door closed, shakily walking back to the bed and sitting down. She drew her knees close to her chest and turned her tear-filled eyes over to me. There were so many emotions in those orbs I couldn't decide whether to be disgusted by the mixture or…well, whatever. So I kept my gaze monotonic.

Gel wiped away a stray tear and walked over to where I myself was being held hostage. "Envy…?" she asked quietly, slowly reaching her hand into the jar. Instinctively feeling cornered, I warned her by giving a low growl (which, pathetically, sounded to me like a whining puppy…). Her soft fingers wrapped around my body and I was gently lifted up. God, girl! I'm not a Barbie! Put me back –what am I thinking!? Get me away from that flimsy thing!!

She held me close to her chest and made her way back to the bed, petting me all the while.

Although I was fairly used to people petting me when I was in dog or cat form, I couldn't get over the idea of a girl petting a freakishly mutated lizard. It just made me want to laugh 'till I died. But, of course, with this pathetically small, weak body, I couldn't really do anything other than crawl, breathe, eat and shit in the jar. Oh, and lash my tail. And make pathetic, miniscule noises that wouldn't even frighten a mouse. God, I'm feeling so pathetic right now…

"We'll be okay, won't we…?"

I looked up into her blue-green eyes. If I could speak, I would've asked something along the lines of "What do you mean by that?"

She petted my head with the tip of her index finger, the trembling in her actions slowly diminishing. "We'll get out of this…right?" A small, sad smile crossed onto her features, that sickening glimmer of false hope in her tear-filled eyes. "And then everything will be okay…"

If I had an actual heart, it'd be reaching for her right about now. But since I have a fractured Philosopher's Stone instead, I felt nothing but, perhaps, a mild twang of humor. How can this girl try lying to herself about something she doesn't even understand? Heh, humans can be so pathetic, sometimes…

"…maybe I can ask Mommy to let me take care of you…"

…she said what now?

"Then you wouldn't have to stay in a scary place like this." I cringed when she snuggled me closer, glad that I was on the small side (for once). "I don't like it, here…"

Tell me about it…

She stiffened when she heard movement outside the door, lightly kissed the top of my head (uh…ew) and gently placed me back into the jar. She sat back down on the bed just as that Squinty-Eyed bastard came back in with a tray of food.

"Eat up, Gel," he said as he straightened the table before setting the tray down on it. "You want to stay alive to see Mommy, don't you?" That sickening grin once again planted itself onto his face as he observed her shakily walking to the table, sitting on a chair he scooted toward her and slowly begin to eat. "Well, I'll leave you two alone for a moment." I was so glad when his dumbass self exited the facility.

Gel looked at the door, then at me. Swallowing a mouthful of food she had in her mouth, she got back up and walked toward me. "You hungry?" she asked, picking me up again and carrying me over to the table. "We can share."

I looked at her strangely. As much as I hated being looked down with pity by humans, I had no room to complain, especially with my situation. So, when she pushed a piece of steak toward me, I began to eat.

She smiled, eating some of the food herself.

You're an odd one, Gel…

To Be Continued…