Hello, I'm back again, after a long wait. This drabble is actually a sequel to the first one of this series, Quiet. I'm thinking of doing a few interconnecting drabbles in this, hopefully it wont get too confusing.
Summery: It was Envy's fault! He started it…
Verse: Manga
Warnings: None
Word Count: 558
Petty
Pride walked through the tunnels of their underground lair, bored out of his mind. When your evil plan takes hundreds of years to complete, you tend to get quite a few off days. The sin thought back to the other day and frowned deeply to himself. Father had been furious about being woken up. Well, not furious, he couldn't be, seeing as he had expelled any wrath from his body… He was… um… rightfully indignant about the situation.
Pride wondered what to do about punishing Envy. He could always just kill him a few times, but Father did wish that they wouldn't waste their philosopher stones so carelessly. Not that Envy would even know the meaning of careless.
No, he'd just have to get back at the sin some other way, but how? He was leaving for Ishval today, so it'd have to be soon. The sin couldn't help but smirk at his luck at the sound of light footsteps heading up through the tunnel. It had to be Envy, despite how much the sin actually weighed, he could be pretty light footed when he wanted to be. It confused the child like monster somewhat, but a lot of things about Envy confused him. He still wasn't sure why Father hadn't decided to give him a definite gender like the rest of them, it was kind of weird.
Leaning back against the wall, Pride made sure to cover himself mostly in shadows. He still wasn't sure what he was going to do with him, but he could decide that after he caught him.
When he was nearly in view the sin sent tendrils of unnatural shadows straight towards him, effectively wrapping his victim in a tight cocoon. Stepping out from his hiding place he kept his smug smirk on his face as he stared at the ground.
"Well Envy, I'm so glad I could catch you before you left, I was just wondering if maybe-" before he could continue the child was cut off by an angry growl.
"Pride…" Pride's head almost immediately shot up at the voice, and he drew back his shadows nearly as fast. That wasn't Envy.
"Haha, Lust! W-what are you doing here?" he asked shakily as the angry woman glared down at him. Now he wasn't scared of her or any such thing as that, but it was still best to keep things running as smoothly as possible for Father's plan, and causing tension between his minions was not in his best favor.
"I came, to give a report, to Father," Lust said as she dusted herself off, not that Pride saw any necessarily in that, it wasn't like his shadows were dirty.
"A-and where's Envy?" he asked, mentally wishing that Envy's footsteps weren't so girly. The tall woman glared down at him for a moment before walking past him and farther down the hallway.
"Envy already left," She said in a clipped voice, and Pride simply watched her walk off angrily until she was out of view. Sitting down, the childlike sin leaned against the cold stone wall, a frown set deeply on his face.
He wasn't angry, anger didn't exist inside him, nor did any other useless emotion. He still didn't see why he should get the blame and anger for all this though. It was Envy's fault. He started it…