A/N: This almost isn't a pairing. I kept on drawing Envy/Wrath from the hat. The fates seem to really want me to write it... It's just too haaaard!

I'm gonna burn for this one.

Fashion Sense

"Definitely looking good," Envy commented at last, proud of his work, as he stood behind the boy gazing in the full length mirror of Dante's guest room. The young sin twisted, and admired himself at comic angles, fidgeting and spinning until he finally decided he liked the final product, grinning widely with an eerily toothy smile.

"Thanks!" He declared, clenching his fists excitedly, as though new fashion was enough to pump his deranged-homicidal-rampage adrenaline to a whole new level, which it probably was.

Envy was rather amused by the kid. Well, on the level that he really could like any not-killing-Elrics related thing, in that he didn't exactly dislike him. Lust had had Gluttony as a lackey (An ugly incompetent lackey at that, but a lackey nonetheless), and had acted as a mentor and foster towards Sloth when she'd first showed up, and so, being ever so envious as he was, Envy rather desired a "Pet" sin to boss around. Much to his fortune, this kid was eager to impress, and rather looked up to him, so he had everything down in the lackey department, and he didn't look half bad (Not too much unlike a miniature version of himself actually), so he found himself with the strange urge to play dressup with the kid. Next day would come some battle and torture tactics.

Ah, corrupting an innocent mind was such great sport.

"Um... Envy?" The boy piped up, inquisitively.

"Yes?"

"Why don't I get a skirt thingy like you?" (A quick blow to the head)

"It's not a skirt! Only girly men wear skirts!" The older sin planted his hands on his hips admonishingly.

"Um... why don't I get a... er...- kilt?"

Envy scoffed, "Because only the very best of the best homunculi are allowed to wear the cooler clothes. And the kilt is my trademark. Don't you forget it. Now run along and kill something."

"Yes sir." Wrath replied dejectedly.

It wasn't more than a few days later that Envy had been wandering about the mansion, trying to find Lust, since Dante'd summoned her for some dumb task or another. He knocked on the mahogany door of one of the spare rooms, since while Lust, just like the others never got tired or anything of the sort, she'd had the tendency to stay inside her own space, requesting privacy. Women...

"Lust?" He asked, poking his head cautiously in the door, positioned so he could dodge any hurdling objects on the off chance she didn't want him in there. He didn't see his busty younger companion in there, however, but someone standing in front of a mirror, who looked oddly like himself.

Just like...

"Hey!" He fumed stomping towards Wrath, "I thought I told you, only I get to wear the loincloth!"

"I just transmuted my-"

"I don't care. OFF!" With one swift angry motion, he tore the black cloth.

Oh crap.

"You little moron! You're supposed to wear SHORTS underneath it!"

Envy'd never blushed like that before.