Akk, sorry for being kind of late for this chapter. Forgot I was suppose to update today. X_X Anyway, it took me the longest time to think of what to do for Stripes, even though it was one of the themes that intrigued me the most. Well, this is what I got. Hope you like it, and as always, please review.
Theme: Stripes
Characters: Wrath, Sloth
Summary: Even as a monster, he could still be curious about the simplest things.
Verse: Anime
Word Count: 372
Pointless Questions
The childlike homunculus known as Wrath kicked his mismatched legs up in front of him, frowning slightly as a question formed in his head. He'd been with the others, monsters like himself, but he'd never really noticed it before now.
"Mommy?" he called out to a woman who was seated across the room, scribbling on several papers. He'd followed her to work, and she said he was allowed to stay as long as he didn't let anyone else see him. Luckily, not many people would come into her office unannounced, since it was just a few steps away from walking in on the Fuhrer directly.
"Yes?" Sloth answered without looking up from her work, not that it bothered Wrath any. He was still starting at his legs anyway, so he would not have even noticed if she'd looked up in the first place.
"Why do we have these stripe things?" he asked, putting his one leg down to continue kicking them back and forth, looking and sounding like a normal child for once. He usually did when around the brunette woman, at least more often than any other time. Sloth actually looked up from her papers at this, not understanding the question at first. It didn't take her very long to figure out what he was talking about though, quickly spotting the red strips that ran down the child's legs, stopping a bit above his knees. She hadn't ever thought about it either, but each one of them did have similar markings on them.
It was almost like their ouroboros, only not as important, it seemed. It didn't appear to do anything for them, but then again, she didn't know of anyone trying to mess with those strange stripe like markings.
"I don't see why it matters, we have them because we do," she said blankly, and Wrath stared at the lines before letting his legs drop back down again. It didn't seem like the best answer, but it was better than none, at least.
"Okay," he said simply, continuing to kick his legs to amuse himself, quickly pushing any thoughts of the meaningless stripes to the back of his mind. If mommy said it didn't matter, then he guessed it didn't.