Title: My Pride
By: Alchemist X
Summary: Ed has become a sin, Envy's greatest dream has come true. Now all he has to do is seduce him. Envy/Ed a.k.a Envy/Pride
Disclaimer: Okay I don't own FMA, or the characters. I don't even own "Pride" I've seen fan art of him, thought it was a fun idea so I wrote a story about it. If ANYONE has any information about Pride I would love to know it!

Chapter Nine:

"GREED!"

The angry voice bummed through the hollow stone hallways. Greed looked up from the glass of beer he was drinking as he slouched on the broken sofa. 'Am… I hearing things?' the sin thought, but shrugged the feeling and went back to his beer before it was suddenly wrenched out of his hands. "Hey!" he called rudely to whom ever stole him beer.

A sharp, "SHUT UP!" was snapped at him and Greed suddenly found Envy's gloved hands clutching his neck greedily, wanting nothing more then to rip the soft cover of flesh, and tear his head off.

It didn't take long to figure out what was going on, and why Envy was so pissed. He held his hands up, as if surrendering and gently spoke to his elder brother, "Now, Now Envy… Lets talk about this…"

"TALK!" Envy snapped, eyes narrowing into a death glare and teeth bearing, "Okay, lets talk… WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?"

Greed sighed, his sunglasses fell to the tip of his nose, and his mouth moved up into a smile that showed his animalistic teeth. "I was doing my job…"

"You JOB is to find us a way to gain control of the military, now that Bradley is gone…" Envy corrected, "Kidnapping MY PRIDE, and doing whatever the fuck you please, ALL WITHOUT MY KNOWING, is most definitely NOT your job." He stated, then Envy's lips turned into a wicked smile, "It wasn't a very bright thing to do either…" He raised his fist and it connected with Greed's face. Envy's knuckles cracked a little and Greed's sharp teeth broke his skin, but at least now the cocky smile Greed seemed to constantly wear, was broken… along with the Sin's favorite sunglasses.

"Okay…" Greed huffed, picking himself off the dirty floor, "Maybe doing that without your consent was a little reckless, but… it was all part of my new plan. You and Pride HAVE to understand that…"

Envy didn't say anything for a moment, just glared at Greed, "Pride isn't a tool for you to use in your sick plan, and even if you DID ask," the sin huffed, "I would have most definitely said, NO,"

Greed showed a fake smile of understanding, "Of course, so do you see why I had to do it behind your back? And I couldn't very well tell Pride, knowing him, the little ball of fuzz would have frozen up on the spot, and that would have been disastrous for the plan. No, I needed it to be ALL NATURAL!" Greed seemed very proud of the fact that he had outsmarted the two sins. His chest was puffed out and he gave Envy a wicked grin.

Envy returned the grin, "Oh really… and what was that plan of yours?" The sin asked.

"Two Words…" Greed held up two fingers, "General Mustang…" Envy's face fell and he looked at Greed, excepting the sin to explain. "Please Envy, even you should get this. The guy is only a couple days from being promoted to Fuhrer, and we all know the relationship he USE to have with the fullmetal boy…" Envy mentally noted the Greed stated that he USE to have the relationship, if not the sin probably would have once again smacked Greed.

"…With Pride we can't go wrong…" Greed stated, "Mustang would do anything for the kid, He's the closest thing he has to Ed… With Pride…" Envy cut Greed off with a sharp, "No…"

"Er…what? No?" Greed asked a little taken back.

"That's right, NO; I'm not going to let Pride get anywhere NEAR you or that stupid general for a good while. So forget Chibi working for you." Envy stated, "I'm through watching everyone hurt him, I'm not going to allow it anymore. Not YOU, Not Mustang, Not even…"

"Who's hurting who?" A gently old voice interrupted Envy's little speech. Both Homunculi turned around, startled.

"…Father…" Envy finished.

Pride withered under the warmth the covers provided and turned to seek warmth from a different source. The Sin he was supposed to be sharing a bed with, but once he turned he came to an empty space. His golden eyes cracked open, and he stared at the spot tiredly. "Envy?" he whimpered, then sat up and looked around the empty room, "Where are you?"

"Envy, what are you two arguing about this time?" Hohenhiem sighed, as his old man hands, with winkles and calluses, rubbed his aching temples. Then he noticed something, or someone was missing. "Envy, where's Pride, he's always with you…" Hohenhiem stated looking left and right for his blond son. When he didn't see him, his eyes narrowed on the tall palm tree.

Greed grinned and stepped away from his father and brother, about to make his exit. "I'll let you handle this Envy…" he grinned, and placed a 'friendly' hand on Envy's shoulder. Envy glared at Greed, as the Sin leaned in to whisper something in his sensitive ears. "We'll discuss Pride later…" the venom that dripped with those words was like a kick in the chest.

He snarled and smacked Greed's hand off his shoulder, "I'll deal with you later you piece of shit…" he barked. Greed gave him a smile the assured that reuion, then casually strutted out of the room.

Envy's eyes followed the dark sin leave until Hohenhiem's soft elderly soft called for his attention. "Envy, where is Pride?" he asked heatidly. Even though it was clear the old man had no heat, or fire for the matter, left in him. The ugly sores that had theartened his life had almost completely covered him. It was hiden under layers of long sleeved clothing he was currently wearing. He was sick, he was dying…

'It won't be long now…' Envy thought looking at the pathetic excuse of a man.

"Envy…" Hohenheim wheezed dangerously.

Envy glared at him, and waved away all the man's furstation with his hand, "He's sleeping…" he stated, then saw something behind Hohenheim move. Something blond… and short. "Never mind, he's awake…" Envy stated.

"What?" Hohenheim asked before a tiny voice behind him squeaked in unsurness.

"Envy?" The man turned and saw the homunculi that use to be his son. His perfect son…

Hohenheim gave a gently smile to the small homculi, "Hello Pride… Its been a while, how have you been?" he asked.

Pride gave him a confused look, "I'm sorry, I don't know you." Pride stated, "Who are you?"

Hohenheim didn't seem shocked that the boy didn't remember him. He knelt down, so he was eye level with Pride, and flashed another elderly smile, "Someone important, but for now call me Father. Yes, I'm your father…"

Pride looked a little confused. The word Father, didn't really have much meaning to him. He just nodded, which pleased the man. Who grabbed his gloved hand and gave it a slight squeez. Unfortuatley it was Pride's injuryed wirst, the boy gasped and quickly took his hand back, petting it silently, to ease the pain.

At first Hohenheim didn't know what he had done wrong. Did a little bit of Edward's hatered for him still linger in this souless body. Hohenheim quickly dismissed the thought with a shake of his head and his eyes lingered down to Pride's wrist. Wear the tip of a bandage could be seen, now that he took in the boy's full body he noticed a few more bandages his other arm, and one or two on his legs.

"Envy… how did Pride get hurt?" The man asked, his eyes flashing dangerously to the oldest sin, how stood tense behind him. Envy didn't answer. Hohenheim's eyes still looked Pride up and down, for any injury he had missed.

Pride just stood there awkwardly. He didn't like it at all when he was induvisually given so much attention and he looked to his elder brother, and lover for an escape. But as he glanced over the top of Hohenheim's head he saw Envy was making no move to 'rescue' him. Instead, Envy found the opposite end of the room, VERY interesting.

Pride made a sad mewling sound which dragged the his father out of his debating thoughts. "Oh I'm so sorry my boy, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Hohenheim said apologenitcly. He stood up and pushed the cracked glasses he was wearing, back up to the bridge of his nose, "How about I make it up to you, Oh I know!" he smiled, "How about some father-son bonding time!"

"Wha-?" Pride's low voice questioned as he looked at the man, more confused as ever. Hohenheim didn't bother to explain anymore as he grabbed Pride's hand (Hestitating a moment, to be careful he didn't grab Prid's injured hand.) and dragging his creation back down the hall he had come from. Leaving a dazed Envy behind.

His father's office, was huge. It had a smooth wooden desk, a big red comfy chair that went with it, and on the side of the room, against the wall was a couch big enough to be a bed. The room was brighter then the rest of the quarters were the humonculi lived. Mainly because the on the tall ceiling, providing the light, was a fancy glass chandeliar that Pride couldn't tear his big golden eyes away from.

In all truth, he had no idea this room even existed. He hadn't even known his father existed. It was all quite a shock.

His mouth opened and closed like a gapping fish, and he heard Hohenheim chuckle behind him. "Fancy isn't it?" he questioned, and the only response he got was a weak nod from the quiet sin. "Well, it is my work room, I spend most of the little life I have left in here." Hohenheim paused and a smile appeared. It wasn't like the others he had offered Pride, it was a smile that came from sadness. "This is my dying room…" he said bluntly.

Pride took his eyes off the chandelar to stare at his father, "Dying?" he questioned. For the second time that day, he heard a word that meant NOTHING to him. But seemed to mean the world to his father.

Hohenheim looked up a bit rattled, "Oh that's right…" he scolded himself, but didn't care to mention anything to Pride. All he muttered was a quick explanation to was dying was. "Dying, Dead, Died, Die, they all mean the same thing. Basically, going to sleep… and never waking up." He stated solemly.

'Die…' Pride thought, 'I've…'

'Hohenheim just wouldn't let you die.' Greed snarled.

Subconciously his hands made their way to his ears, closing them off from the bad memory. "Pride?" Hohenheim questioned, the boy looked at his startled before he realized what he was doing and quickly he lowered his hands, feeling a bit awkward.

"I'm… I'm sorry…" he mummbled humbly.

"No…no… I should apologize for saying something so 'out there'. Please take a seat." He offered Pride the big couch, which the sin had to acturally jumped on to, only to sink a little into the cushion. His scared expression caused a chuckle out of Hohenheim as he took his seat at his desk.

Pride went back to staring at the contents of the room, and Hohenheim… went to staring at him.

Pride, his greatest creation, his prefect son…

He was the strongest, yet the most innocent. He was like a two-year old in the body of a beautiful teenager. He took in all things new to him with facination, and he looked around at the new things, eyes wide with excitement and happiness. Unlike Edward, who had taken in all things new with narrowed eyes and suspicion.

Hohenheim couldn't contain the sigh that came with the thought of his dead son. Then he noticed, Pride was staring at him.

"uh…yes?" he questioned.

"Oh, sorry father, you just were staring at me… and you seemed deep in thought." Pride withered into the couch.

Hohenheim's lips curled up, "Well yes, I was… thinking about someone…" he admitted.

Pride's eyes seemed to flash for a moment and he looked up from his fingers, which were fiddling in his lap. "About… a boy named Edward?" he wondered.

Now Hohenheim's eyes flashed, shocked at one moment then they narrowed at another, "Yes, how do you know about him?" he questioned, voice low and not so kind anymore. More of a voice a father would use to scold his small child.

Pride's shoulder's shrugged, "I've been told I look like him." He stated.

Hohenheim nodded, "You do, but besides the point…" he said wanting to change the subject as quickly as possible, "Tell me… your hurt, Envy didn't…"

"Oh, no!" Pride exclaimed, quick to his brother's rescue before his father could point a accussing finger, "Envy wouldn't, and he didn't. He's the one that bandaged me up…" a small smile came upon the embarassed and love sick sin.

"Of course he wouldn't, I just wanted to be sure. That sin can be reckless and not think things threw." Hohenheim sighed, "But you should rest, It was nice seeing you Pride…" he said softly. Not bothering to get up.

Pride looked at him, then at the door, did he really have to go? He really, for some reason, liked his father…

But he didn't want to be rude, so he silently got off the couch and went to the big oak door that lead to the less lit stone hallway. "Bye father…" he replied softly, opening the door, only to have Envy fall ontop of him.

Hohenheim jumped out of his seat, "Envy?" he exclaimed.

Envy cursed, and quickly got off Pride, "Yo Chibi' did I hurt you?" he asked quickly ignoring his fahter. "How's your wrist?"

Pride sat up after being thrown to the floor by Envy's body weight. His body ached a little, but that was all. He smiled softly to Envy, "I'm fine…" he stated.

"Envy…" Hohenheim said, "How nice of you to wait for your brother…but I need to have a word with you." He looked at Pride, "Alone, only for a minute my boy." He assured Pride.

"OH, of course father!" Pride said, as Envy (Who was already on his feet) lent him a hand, and helped him stand up. "I need to do something anyway." He stated and scrampered out of the room.

"Don't go to far…" both man shouted after him. A distant, "Okay…" echoed threw the stone hallway before the sound of Pride's footsteps faded out, and Envy was left with Hohenheim…alone.

"Envy…Please close the door…" Hohenheim said. Envy did as he father told him and even though the light alchemist offered him a seat, Envy stood standing.

"Why do I have the feeling this talk want be as buddy-buddy as your's with Pride?" he asked.

An all knowing smile crossed Hohenheim's features for a moment, "You always knew me best." He stated, "But I want to talk to you about Pride…"

Envy seemed to tense, 'Its always about Pride with you…' he thought.

"How'd he get hurt?"

"Don't know'," Envy stated. Hohenheim didn't like the answer, as his slit yellow eyes narrowed. "Seriously, the kid didn't tell me anything." Envy objected.

"Envy… this is a serious matter, I want to know have you told him anything about Edward?" he asked darkly.

Envy jumped a little, clearly appaled, "No! why would I talk about that shrimp! Espcailly to Pride!" he asked.

"I only asked, because someone did." Envy was silent with the news, "Envy did you hear me?" Hohenheim asked.

Envy grolwed, "Yeah…"

"This is seriosly… he's going to wonder, he's going to ask questions. I need to make sure you won't tell him ANYTHING!" the elder asked. The seriousness in his voice made Envy a little nervous.

"Why?" The sin asked, putting on the mask of carelessness, "Its not like he'd die or anything."

Hohonheim's vision darkened, "Acturally… he would…"

"Hi!" The voice called behind the dark haired man. Making Roy Mustang jerk his pen to one side as he turned his body to see the source of the voice. Slowly a smile made its way to his face as he saw the blond Sin sitting happily on his window sill as a child would on a bench in the park.

"Pride what are you doing here, I doubt Envy knows…" he said with a smirk. Pride gave him a short laugh.

"No, he's talking to someone. So I thought I'd visit you." He stated jumped off the window sill and started walking around Roy's big office taking mental notes of the things Roy had the his father didn't or things his father had that Roy didn't. He walked in a circle around a woven carpet that was placed in the middle of the room, silently enjoying himself as he walked the lines into a smaller circle.

Roy watched amused for a moment, then stood up and strechted. "You look better…" he noted, noticing the bandages that covered the boy's skin.

Pride looked up from the carpet, "Yeah, a nice bath and good rest really helped!" he stated.

A sick look flashed across Roy's features, and he walked over to Pride, who was about to collaspe from dizziness from staring at the carpet to long. "Pride, I'm sorry about the other day…" he said softly, and helped the boy over to sit on the couch.

Pride clutched his head from the sudden rush the carpet caused, "Its…okay, not your fault…" he murmmered as Roy walked over to the other end of the office, where his big oak door was, and locked it. They stood in silence for a moment. Pride leaned his head against the back of the couch, and Roy leaned against the door, not feeling any better with the boy's humbility.

'I'm sorry…' Roy told himself, 'I couldn't protect you again…'

"Wha…WHAT!" Envy exclaimed as he stared at Hohenheim in disbeilf.

"He's perfect…" Hohenheim told himself, more then Envy, but the sin listened intensly, "My perfect creation… so beautiful and innocent, yet dangerous and fruitful. The ultimate weapon, and the ultimate source to happiness… He's perfect, and… he's not…" Envy arched an eyebrow.

"What are you babbling about old man…"

"Pride…he'll die if he finds out about his past, its his only fault. To be perfect, his body most be perfect, his mind must be perfect, his soul must be perfect. But no soul is perfect, so to be perfect you must not have a soul… If Pride rememebers, he'll remember the soul he use to have. He will become… inperfect, his body will collaspe, and he will die…"

"I need to head back before Envy worries about me…" Pride sighed as he got off the couch once his mind clear. Roy didn't move from his spot by the door, "Mustang?" the sin asked looking back at the man before starting to the window, "Um…" he paused before he reached his only exit, "I'm leaving now…" there was no answer, Pride stepped forward, but was suddenly jerked back as big military clad arms wrapped around his waist. Roy's face nuzzled his neck.

"Please don't leave me Edward…" the man sighed, "Not again…"

Pride tensed, "Mustang-sama…" he whimpered, and the aching in his left shoulder return. The Ouroborous glowed.

"Ed, you in here?" Roy called as he came into the small kitchen where Ed usually made tea. Sure enough the chibi was by the sink, washing the latest china cups, angrily grumbling about something. Apparently he hadn't heard the man enter, Roy took this to his advantage and snuck up behind his faviorte, Tea' Alchemist. (1)

He let out a soft cry as he quickly wraped his arms around the distracted boy. Ed jumped and lifted one of the tea cups dangerously over head, before Roy began to nuzzle his neck.

Roy felt Ed tense under him, "R-Roy, not here…" the blond stuttered trying to keep in a moan as Roy seductivly licked his neck and worked down to his collarbone. "The… Fuhrer can walk in any moment…" Ed warned.

He felt Roy smile against his neck, "Let him come in…" the man sighed finally stopping the short pleassure session and just relaxing his head on Ed's shoulder. Ed didn't seem to mind much as he grabbed Roy's hand (Which were wrapped around his waist) and squeezed reassuringly while Roy mummbled some sweet words of love, against his neck. "hmmm, Ed don't ever leave me. I don't know what I'd do without you and your precious tea' by my side…"

Ed laughed lightly and turned his head as far as he could to look at the dazed man, "Now why would I do that?" he said wanting to kiss Roy, but at that angle it would have come out sloopy and not as romantic. He settled with lifting one of Roy's hands and kissing it lightly.

"I love you Ed…" Roy muttered.

"I love you to Taisa…" Ed said.

"What…" Pride whimpered, as the memory of Ed and Roy disappeared, and he felt Roy bring him closer in the chest. His body began to shake, "Roy… what was that? Who's Edward?" He hung his head and he golden bangs spilled over his face. Roy looked at him sadly, not realizing if he was making the sin sad or uncomfortable. The man was fighting his own demons, he was torn apart from Pride to Ed…

He slowly began to kiss away Pride's falling tears.

"If Pride remembers his past?" Envy repeated in shock, "He'll die?"

HA! And that's all I'm giving you! A long Chapter, with lots of things to take in… Hoho-papa, Roy, Envy, Greed, and Pride!Dying…

Background on the Chapter: It took forever for me to write this, I just got back from Germany, and knew I've kept everyone waiting to long. And what usually takes me a day to do has taken three! With being jet-lagged and all. I'm still a little wozzy, so I can't thank EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED! And let me tell you, there was a lot!

WE'VE MADE IT TO 100 EVERYONE SQUEE, so lets rack up some more reveiws, and when I wake up from another long nap, I hope to see my mail full of them. Grins

Also, if you don't understand the whole Ed Tea' Cup thing, In the game BuleBirds Illusion, Ed is the Fuhrer's Secretary, and makes Tea' for Bradley and Roy everyday. Thus people call him the Tea' Alchemist, and thus Roy badgers him about his tea' making skills and calls him, "Mr. Secertary!"

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