Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.. If you truly believe Trisha and Sloth are different people, then it would be safe to say I own the featuring Homunculus.

Max:Like you should know me by now, you should know the crap we're gonna tell you.. Seven different stories of seven nameless homunculi. The chapters are named after sins for clues of who they were and that they are, in fact, reincarnations of guys from the series. Who, you ask? Figure it out.

Pogi: The Author would like to point out something out, incase any confusement comes out. Regarding the homunculi, he has a disputable theory in their appearance, mainly the color of their hair.. It's to his belief, in comparison with the other seven, that it's how it compliments their dark nature. Sure, Envy was really blonde, but it could've been from his original life. Trisha was a brunette, but Sloth had darker hair. It's very disputable, but just in case, we're sorry for the inconvinience and confusement.

The bar that night was a bit humid, due to the heat immited by the light, as well as the number of people in it, apparant to the loud talking. The bartender looked at the clock, noticing that it was getting early in their late night escapades: 11:45. The bartender looked over to one man, who covered his face with a newspaper with the article said on the front "Graverobber Finally Caught. No Sign of Body Though." All that could be seen of him were his white gloves. Looking at his side, he quickly noticed that the glass next to this mysterious stranger was empty.

"Hey mister, you want a refill?"

"Yes, please." said the stranger, putting down the shrouding newspaper.

The man the bartender talked to was near his 30's and was in a blue uniform of authority. Upon looking at this black haired man, his most distinguishing feature would be the black strap over his face he uses as an eyepatch.

"So I guess the graverobber's finally be caught?" the bartender asked, filling up his glass.

"It's been a Hell of months." the uniformed man said. "Whoever he was, I hope he gets it from the council."

"I bet if the State Military were still in charge, they would've given him the worst of it." he said, coming back to him, giving a new drink back.

"Believe me, he would've gotten worse than death." he replied, taking the drink.

"I hear ya on that." said a friendly voice out of nowhere.

The uniformed man turned around and noticed yet another man looking straight into his eyes. The man who was sitting next to him was wearing black pants with black shoes. He wore a blue button shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, opened all the way, revealing his tight black sleeveless shirt inside. His pale face had black spikey hair with a bang resembling a sickle hanging over his forhead, but just above his slender purple eyes, so he can show his age, seemingly a few years younger than the man he was talking to. His face, on note, was complimented by sideburns and a goatee.

"You're the corporal that helped in this case right?"

"Yes I was" surprisingly said the Corporal, looking at his uniform, seeing that his rank was on his shoulder.

Time went by in that bar, with the minutes passing. Sometime before 12:15, the Corporal's glass was more than half empty while the person drinking it was still conversing with the man sitting next to him. The younger man next to him, on the other hand, barely even touched his drink, too busy talking.

"So pieces of the body was left huh?"

"Yeah.." the Corporal said, "it's been given to higher authorities. "

"It must've been Hell for the State, huh?" curiously asked the Corporal's aquaintance. "You'd think they'd be cold-hearted, killing those people?"

"It was orders. It wasn't their fault, it had to be done."

"And because of that, your friend ended up dying."

The Corporal gave a deep glare into the eyes of the man talking to him, telling him that such words put together are taboo to his ears. He soon started chuckling, intending it to be a joke, as he turned to the table, as did the Corporal.

"It must be hard to lose someone you know huh?"

"I take you're not deeply attatched to anyone around here."

"I know a few people around here. Sure I'm new here to town, but I can always manage." He said with such a big smile. "Don't worry about a thing, Corporal."

"I have a name.." said the Corporal

"Dont' worry" He said back, in a friendly way. "It's not that we're gonna see eachother again. I get to call you Corporal, because that's who you are. You can call me 'friend', because we're buddies!"

"You can say whatever you want.." said the Corporal, as he took his silver pocket watch out, opening it to check the time. "It's getting late, I have to go now."

"Alright then!" said the stranger as he waved the standing Corporal. "Goodbye, friend!"

And with that, the Corporal walked out of the bar. As the Corporal left, the friendly aquaintance reached for his left jacket pocket with his left hand, taking out a piece of paper and a pen. He soon set his items down onto the table and started sketching. As he sketched, looking away, he was being watched by three men from three different places. One was in a green shirt and jeans, dressed in sunglasses with black hair, sitting in a chair in his table from the corner of the room. The second man was wearing black pants and a blue shirt, topped with a blue headband just below his white hair. He was looking in the middle of playing darts. The third person just walked through the door, wearing jeans and a red shirt, having goggles just above his eyes and below his blonde spikey hair. In a few seconds, all three men walked up to the unsuspecting man, doodling on his piece of paper. Before he even looked up, the three sat right next to him, the blonde and the man in blue on one side and the man in the green shirt on the other side. The bartender turned towards the new customers, only to get his attention pulled into the drawing the man was making. Before he even wanted to comment, the doodler was done and looked up.

"Let's go."

It was later in the night, when the moon was just about to sink from its midnight frolic. Below was two buildings, with the three men standing nervously in the alley, inbetween. The three waited, looking at the wall in front of them in silence, only to hear footsteps walking towards them. They looked to their side and found someone walking into their alley, as the footsteps echoed louder into their ears. As he came closer, their perspectives began to clear as the man walking was revealed to be the same man from the bar, who talked to the Corporal earlier, carrying a cardboard box covered in a blanket.

"I hope you're ready for this." He said in a friendly, yet intimidating, kind of way "Because we are about to hit the jackpot with this!"

"Why are you doing this?" asked the one in the shades.

"Don't you get it?" he asked, "Since I've been around, money is life. Without it, you can't survive, but with more than enough, you have the power to do anything! You could probably even have more power than the council themselves!"

"But why does it have to be in Central?" the same man in sunglasses asked. "It's too much, especially for ametuers like us!"

"Relax." He said, looking into his eyes, "Your friend, Larry, seems to be fond of air.. who knows what accident could happen up there"

The man who was being spoken to directly widened his eyes in shock, backing away in surprise. This caught the attention of the other two, who were shocked as well. The black haired man looked at all three of them with a smile.

"And don't think I have nothing on the two of you, either." He said.

"How do you know this stuff about us?" asked the blonde man.

"Believe me, I know." he said. "I know you were an in an orphanage since childhood."

"But... how?" said the blonde in shock.

"And you've been a few homeless people shelter into your place?" the smiling man said. "I wonder if I should take a visit in persuasion of your actions."

"Okay! We'll do it." said the man in shades.

"Good." he said, not wiping the smile on his face. "This could be dangerous, but follow my lead and we'll be getting loot in no time. I don't want to know your names, let alone call them, so I'll just codename you Shades, Goggles and Headband. I don't want you to call me by my name, so you shall call me 'Leader' for the time being. Any questions?"

The three men stood there in silence, in a mixture of shock and regret. The leader smiled some more as he put his box down, unveiling the blanket in the process. Shades, Goggles and Headband couldn't help but look down and see what was in the box, shocked at what they were seeing.

"I have ropes, guns, welders, bags, the works. I even have the architecture of the places we're robbing." the Leader said with much enthusiasm. "I even have a home-made bomb.

"What's it for?" Goggles asked."

" That's a secret. All I ask of you is to do what I say. Sure I might've blackmail you with serious threats, but that doesn't mean we can't be friends and partners in crime."

"But we were never criminals in the first pla-" said Shades before a knife flew right by his face, looking at the knife sticking into the brick wall right behind him.

"You were saying?" asked the Leader, positioned after chucking the knife at him.

It was late at night inside the bank. No one was around and all that filled the facility was silence. The only sudden thing that mixed in with such a sound was a window opening. It wasn't long until a rope was dangled on top of the floor. Outside, Headband was tying up the other end of the rope to a pole nearby. Nearby him were the other three looking downwards.

"It's been hell for use this past few hours, but don't let it get to you." the Leader said encouragingly, "The money's right below and all survalliance is out of the way!"

In a few minutes, the Leader was standing in the room along with Shades and Headband around the rope, looking up. Goggles was still climbing down the rope, stuggling to get down. All of a sudden, Goggles let go of his grip, causing him to fall, only to be caught by Shades and Headband. The Leader, on the other hand, walked towards the vault nearby, carrying a bag with him. Setting it down on the floor, he opened up the bag and took out the welder.

"This is going to be fun!" The Leader said as he handed the welder to Headband.

Sometime, a few minutes after the infiltration of the Leader, the three subordinates of his stood in front of the vault, while the Leader was looking around the area. All that could be seen was the darkness of the room. While working on opening the door, Shades started whispering something into their ears, grabbing their attentions. The Leader looked at their work and noticed that the door was just about to open.

"WE HIT THE JACKPOT!" shouted the Leader, interupting the other three from their conversation.

A few minutes later, four bags were filled up, bulked up with valuables inside teh vault. Seconds later, the three bags were picked up by the three subordinates, standing outside the vault. As they stared, their leader walked out victoriously with the lightest bag. The first step he took out of the vault, he stopped, looking into the eyes of the other three. From there, his smile was quickly wiped off his face.

"You were planning a mutiny on me, weren't you?" he asked in a stern voice.

His statement froze the other three in fear, not knowing what to do. It was like no matter how hard they try to hide it, he would always find out after just one glance into their eyes. The threatening look into his eyes just gave the three young men such a bad scare, it would've given them heart attacks.

"There's no use hiding something form me." He said, in a sadistic smile. "You pull a stunt on me, and I'll make sure you have no one to come home to."

There was nothing but silence after what was said to the three workers. The threatening words bounced off the walls of the room, which was followed by the footsteps of the Leader, who was walking towards the rope. He grabbed the rope and soon began to climb up.

The Leader of the group of thieves, a few minutes later, stood tall on the edge of the roof, looking around while his three subordinates continues climbing the rope. All was silent to him, looking around the site with his money filled bag hung on his back. He took a deep breath in relieve and victory as he closed his eyes, waiting for the sun to come out. But with his eyes closed, he heard something faint from a distance. This widened his purple eyes as he grabbed his bag and slammed it onto the floor. The other three finally climbed up onto the rooftop as sounds of sirens came from a distance.

"But how?" Shades asked in confusement.

"Where's the leader?" asked Goggles in panic.

"I'm right here!" The Leader shouted.

The three turned their heads to the edge, finding their leader with a rope attached to head hands and connected to the pole they used earlier. With a victorious smile on his face, he reached into his blue shirt and tossed them a gun.

"I'll admit, it was fun with you guys, but I think it's time we split as a crew. You're going to need that thing more that I do." He said as he waved them a goodbye. "I hope you take care of the equipment I left in your bags, by the way. Later, scapegoats!"

With that said and done, the Leader of the group jumped off the bulding, sliding down along the rope he attached. Meanwhile on top, Shades of the three walked to the edge that faced the street, noticing the police cars stopping by. One car stopped, opening a door containing one soldier. This particular soldier, who wore the standard military uniform, was a blonde woman with brown eyes, folding up her long hair into some sort of bun.

"Lt. Colonel!" called a soldier from afar, "What are your orders?"

"Secure the perimeters until further notice!" She sternly said, loading a gun in her hand.

Somewhere around the streets of the city, away from the site of the heist, the runaway leader was walking down the alley, smiling victoriously as he walked down the street. As he walked, his footsteps stopped and his purple eyes widened. In that split second, he quickly reached into his shirt and grabbed another gun, quickly turning and aiming toward his target. But as soon as he aimed, a spark between his gun and his hand, causing him to drop it in reaction. He looked back up to see his stalker, realizing it's the Corporal he talked to earlier. He looked into his eyes steadily, causing a smile to go on the thief's face.

"So you spied on me the whole time, huh? I didn't think the police are THIS discriminate against people."

"You know why I did this!" The Corporal shouted as he raised his right hand, showing the white glove on his hand.

The Corporal soon snapped his fingers, causing a flare to rise on the thief's blue jacket. In panic, he took off his jacket while the Corporal stood there and watched him. Eventually, the blue shirt was chucked onto the ground as the runaway glared at the one-eyed Corporal.

"I've dealt with someone like you before. I just didn't think I'd have to face the same thing, in a different situation.. I'll do the same thing as I did to the other."

"I see what you mean, Corporal" He said as he slid his right hand into his pants pocket.

The Corporal snapped his fingers yet again, causing a flare to appear right next to the thief. But his target quickly retaliated by dodging and going towards him, closing the distance between them. The Corporal was about to take yet another snap of his finger, when all of a sudden the target was in front of him, doing the same exact position he was in.

"You might want to reconsider, Corporal!" The thief said, exposing a white glove on his right hand as well, marked with the same exact stitchings as the Corporal's. The Corporal looked underneath his right arm, seeing the tattoo of the Oroboros beneath his armpit.

"You never got it did you?" The thief said. "I can see how confused you are with what I can do. Don't even think of any strategy, because I can see what you're going to do anyway."

"You're just like him.. Are you intending to kill me?" said the Corporal sternly.

"Why not?" he said. "You were never that important to me anyway. Since you're going to die, I guess you'll never know about how I can know everything about you and your thoughts just by looking into your eyes. It's been a wierd gift I've had for sometime, but it's definitely been a big benefit to me. I hope you'll forgive me, but I have a-"

"-You know so much about me.. yet you know nothing about yourself.."

The thief was left confused, trying to figure out what he was saying, looking deeper into his eyes. As he did so, his eyes widened in shock as if he was frozen. In struggle, he turned his head around to find the Lt. Colonel behind him, holding a box in disappointment.

"I'm sorry, but I have a favor to do to a friend's wife and her child." Said the Corporal, staring directly at the thief.

The thief looked back at the Corporal in a stuggle. He didn't know what was in that box, but it was making him feel tired. Looking into the Corporal's eyes, his eyes widened once more of images that fell into his mind. Images of skeletons ran around him, causing him to sweat in panic. In distraught fear, he raised his glove at the Corporal and prepared to snap his fingers."

"THAT'S ENOUGH OUT OF YOU!"

With that, the thief snapped his fingers at the Corporal. All was silent at the moment as the three stood their grounds. The realization of what just happened caused the thief to sweat even harder. Trying to move with all of his might, he snapped once more. Then another. Then another. And another. The more he snapped his fingers, and the more there was no avail, his breathing began to hasten and more sweat ran down his face.

"What's happening?" He said in panic as he kept on snapping his fingers. "I got it all right.. I used the right glove. I made the right stitchings.. I even got the right accuracy.. WHAT'S HAPPENING?"

The thief snapped his fingers furiously and constantly, furiously grunting with every failure. The Lt. Colonel continued to look at the thief in such disappointment, as if she was about to cry. The Corporal's eye began to change from his stern look to a look of pity. With everything's he's seen, he lifted his hand one more time, preparing to snap his fingers. The thief, on the other hand, looked at him at the last second in fear and panic as he did snapped his finger at the Corporal once more, screaming in the process.

Snap.

"Goodbye, friend..."

Max: The Author would like to add that this was one of his favorite chapters to do so far, especially with the ending. Anyway, that's Chapter 4.

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