Note: This doesn't really have anything to do with the previous chapter other than that it shares the same format and since this fic is too small to stand alone I figured I'd lump it in with this.

Sinful

Sloth

The warmth surrounded her, all cosy and comforting as the quilt draped over her.

She sprawled out over the soft mattress, stretching her long bare limbs, the silk covers caressing her skin. She didn't want to rise from her dream, her body yearned to lay in its warm cocoon for longer. She felt no reason why she shouldn't listen to her body, surely she had earned it after all the effort she put in to defeat Ultimecia. She had no desire to be a SeeD at this moment, the soft mattress beneath her drained all her energy and made her want to spread out, relax and let sleep take her over again.

Her knight would come to see her soon, to trace her pale skin with his delicate fingers, only then would she feel energised, but for now this womb was all she craved.

Gluttony

There they were, hot, steamy, the scent wafting into his nostrils and making him drool. They couldn't deny him no longer, he was next in line and he would have them and devour them until he could eat no more. Finally the object of his desire was laid before him, layer upon layer covered his plate that he didn't know which one to have first. He started from the top, ravenously biting into the soft white bread and hot juicy meat. Mouthful followed mouthful as he chewed his way vigorously down the pile, leaving only little crumbs that sprayed from his furiously masticating jaws.

He swallowed the last mouthful, licking crumbs from his fingers and lips before patting his now enlarged stomach contentedly.

Wrath

His fist ached, bloody grazes scored his knuckles as he punched the post again and again. They had thrown him out, stopped him returning home where he belonged. They could not look past his mistakes, forgive him for the wrong path he took and inside he boiled, rage consuming as he saw their jeering faces over and over in his mind. He couldn't help what had occurred, could only change what would be, but their hatred wouldn't let them see. So now his anger would take him over, no longer held by hope, if they wouldn't forgive then he wouldn't forget. He had been abandoned too many times in his life and now he wanted to vent his pain, if it had to be in blood then so be it.

Lust

There she went again, short skirt riding up her thighs as she walked by. He watched, his eyes hidden under the brow of his hat, darkened in the shade but evidently locked on the swells of flesh that were presented to him. In his mind there was visions of her naked body, this girl whom was a stranger to him yet her body excited. His libido tortured him and the lack of fulfilment with Selphie was frustrating, leaving his mind to fantasise every time a cute girl breezed by. He supposed he could blame Garden for the uniforms they forced them into but then why complain about it if he was getting such a good show? All he had to do was make sure he walked normally and not bring attention to himself as he followed behind her, eyes continually tracing her curves.

Envy

Thin wood splinters in her hand as the pencil snaps between her slender fingers. Eyes gazing sadly out of the glass window, sunlight hiding the darkness within. A sigh of longing as she watches them all pass her by, separated from them all by what she is.

She hated this pain inside, the deadening effect of love unrequited. Spurned, rejected, only to watch as what she wanted was given to someone else. What did she have to do to be one of the special ones? Those that had someone to hold, someone who loved them for who they really are, and not just what they saw. She tired of the vapid attention of those enamoured with her beauty, the falsity of their devotion made her sick. She no longer tolerated this torment that everyone seemed to make her endure without realising, so depressed by having to hide all this inside.

Greed

Coins glinted before him in his dream, trapped in this opaque orb in defeat all he could think of was what had driven him all this time. Stacks of beautiful gold disks surrounded him, smooth glittery coins slid through his long yellow fingers, the sensation sending tingles through his body. He gloated gleefully, his big yellow jowls quivering as he laughed loudly. Those ungrateful SeeDs never understood who it was that made Garden reality. Not that fool Cid but him. They owed him for their lives and they would give him what he craved in return. These cold, hard disks of such value, the power that holding them gave you. Non-profit organisation? Over his dead body! They may think he was gone but his hunger would bring him back when they least expected.

Pride

He looked at his sparring partner who lay on the ground panting, defeated. No one could withstand his ethereal blue blade anymore. He had seen his only worthwhile rival fall before him numerous times, he had defeated GFs, WEAPONs, and a supreme sorceress. He had unlocked techniques within himself so powerful that barely nothing could survive them. He was in command of Garden, chosen above all the rest. At first he dreaded the idea, so unsure of how the people he was to lead felt of him but now he knew they all liked and respected him he had no trouble doing his job. The younger cadets all wanted to be like him, the number of gun-blade specialists now increasing in the ranks. He wished Sis could see him now, to see how well he had done after she had left him. He had kept the promise he made to himself and he was going to keep going.