A/N: Thanks for all of your reviews-

Envy: STOP YAKING, AND GET ON WITH THE STORY!

Me: And I would also like to thank-(suddenly noticed that I am surrounded by Envy, Greed, Wrath and Ed.)

Envy: GET HER!

(All of them tie up, and throw me in the closet)

Envy: Yes! NOW I'M IN CHARGE! From now on there will be an Envy note!

E/N: It feels soooo good to be on top!

Ed: …but your on top all of the time.

Envy: …not like that Ed.

Ed: Oh…I knew that!

Greed: You two really should…you know…not have THAT much sex.

Envy and Ed: …GET HIM!

(Everyone (except DTG) ties Greed up, and sends him in the closet)

Envy: That's better. Now Wrath, you can take care of the warning, while Ed and me play Halo.

Wrath: Yes sir!

Warnings: Envy's bad grammar (Hehe), rebellion, and the truth about Envy's past!


My shame, My unforgivable Sin

After Edward had calmed down a bit, Envy had fetched the first-aid kit, and began to treat the wound on the blonde's face. Once done, Envy sat next to him and began to explain his painful past.


I was only fourteen when I first met him; the guy that would change my life for the worst. It was during the beginning of the school year; I always did hate school.

Envy slammed his lockers shut. Dante had once again beaten him. Why? The sin wasn't sure this time. Envy pressed his forehead against the cool metal, sighing; not once did he noticed that there was someone ogling his body. Seeing that he was wearing nothing but a black tank-top; with one of the straps slightly hanging off of his shoulder. On his legs was nothing more then a pair of blue jeans. Wouldn't you stare?

"What do we have here?" Came a smooth voice.

Envy lifted his hand, and looked towards the person. Amethyst stared into those of deep amber. Envy had never seen this guy before. But when you're in a school of about eight hundred, you don't expect to see everyone. This guy looked sharp for a high school student. A dark blue silk shirt was worn, along with a pair of cargo-pants. His hair was slicked back with what looked like a large amount gel. On his feet were heavy looking boots; ass kicking boots as Envy would call them.

I could already tell that he wanted something from me, something I would never give him. After that moment I learned that the guys name was Kimbley (Please tell me if I'm spelling his name wrong), an upper classmen. It hadn't been more then three day's after we had met, that I had started to hate this guys guts.

Kimbley lay curled up on the ground, holding his groin. He had, for the millionth time that day, tried to hit on Envy, so Envy hit him back. And did Envy kick HARD. The sin was just leaning against the wall, smirking down at his fallen foe.

"Was that really necessary?" Kimbley ask.

"I told you to fuck off. But you just had to put your hand on my thigh. Bastard."

"Envy." Came a small voice.

Envy titled his head to the side. His little brother was standing by the stairs, with a sadden look on his face. Envy just ignored him at first, but then he walked over and started to tug on his shirt.

"Envy." He called again.

"What?" He growled.

Wrath took this as a sign to make what he had to say fast. Envy was never a nice person to be around, especially when he was in a fowl mood. Which Wrath had caught him at.

"W-when is mommy coming home."

Envy reached down, and grabbed the collar of Wrath's shirt. The younger sin squirmed as Envy's grip tightened.

"You really wanna know? She's never coming back. You know why? Because she hates us, always has. And no one fucking loves you."

Tears began to well up in Wrath's eyes. Envy released him, and Wrath scurried back up the stairs. Kimbley had finally recovered from his beating.

"You're quite the brutal one."

"Fuck you."

Kimbley pushed Envy up against the wall, and began to suck on the sin's neck.

"You know what? You're really sexy when you're angry."

"Do you really want to be kicked in the balls again?"

A year went by, and I still didn't give a shit about Kimbley. But he did show me a thing or two about organized crime. The first thing I learned was that once you're in, you can never leave the 'family'. Somewhere in the process I agreed to join Kimbley's little group. What can I say; I was a rebellious little prick back then. Kimbley was a crafty son-of-a-bitch, and could find out anything about anyone, right down to the day they had scrapped there knee when they were six. He was that powerful.

"Why the hell are we at a Tattoo Parlor?"

Envy eyed the old looked shop. On the outside was a sign with neon red lights that red "BODY ART.'

"Because one, that pretty little skin of yours needs a little ink, and two-"

Kimbley wrapped his arms around Envy's waist.

"I'll look sexy on you."

The sin pushed himself way from him, and dusted him off. Kimbley walked over, and opened the door for Envy. Envy growled a little, feeling like a girl being treated nice by her boyfriend. Ick. Envy gave him a dark glare as he entered the parlor. There was a man sitting behind a counter, with a bored exasperation on his face. Once he saw the two, he perked up.

"Piercing or tattoo?"

"Tattoo." Kimbley answered causally.

"Do you know what kind you would like? Or should I show you some examples?"

Kimbley grinned.

"My friend here will be getting this, only in red."

Kimbley showed the guy his hand. On it was something Envy had never noticed before. It was a serpent…eating his tail? In the center of it was what looked to be a star.

"Okay, I can do that. Now where do you want it?"

"On-"

"One his thigh." Kimbley cut in.

"WHAT?"

"I can do that." The guy said.

He got up and walked to the back on the shop, gesturing for the two teens to do the same.


Envy showed no sigh of pain whatsoever, as the needle pierced his skin. Kimbley was quite impressed at the tolerance the sin had for pain. The only thing that bothered Envy was that he had to take down his pants…in front of Kimbley no less. So he was pretty damn sure that he was staring at his nether regions. Thank god he wore boxers today.

"You a pretty tough dude. I've seen grown men tear up by now."

"I've been thought worse." Envy never broke his concentration.

Envy had been though worse, much worse. Getting this tattoo was nothing compared to one of Dante's beating. Before he knew it, the guy doing his tattoo back away, and declared that he was done. Envy looked down, and he had to admit, it did look good.

"Okay dude's, how will you be paying for this?"

Kimbley reached into his pocket, and pulled out a gun. He aimed it at the guy's head, and fired. Envy didn't move, he just sat there, not daring to look at the corpse on the ground.

"What…what did you do?"

"Pull your pants up Envy." He said calmly.

"What the fuck do you do Kimbley?" Envy said much louder.

Envy stood up, and quickly pulled up his pants.

"Envy, come with me."

"I'm not going anywhere with you!"

Envy tried to strike Kimbley, but he harshly grabbed the sins wrist.

"Let go!"

"Just calm down Envy. Besides, this won't be the first time you'll see a dead body."

Envy didn't like the look in his eye. It was a look of pure pleasure. Kimbley had just killed someone, and he was taking pleasure in it? The sin tried to yank his arm away from the psychopath, but had no such luck.

"Now Envy, I don't want you to tell anybody about this. I wouldn't want to hurt my little Envy." He said while squeezing the sins wrist tighter.

Envy didn't want to get hurt, so he nodded. Kimbley released Envy, and put a smirk on his face.

"From now on, you're going to be my little helper."

From that day on, I was Kimble's 'little helper'. I did none of the killing though, my main job was to watch. I would always look away as he people pleaded for me to help them. I could have helped them, but I was too afraid to. Afraid of what might happen to me if I snitched on Kimbley. Another year went by, and had become severely depressed. I snapped atanyone that dare to even utter a word to me.

Envy lay on his couch, not caring that he had a hell of a lot of homework to do. Greed walked over to him, and sighed. Envy seemed really sulky lately, and Greed didn't like to see he nephew like that.

"Why don't you do something probative?"

"Fuck off." Envy spat.

"Could you please reframe from using that language…in the house at lest?"

"Oh look, the asshole used a big word."

Envy then got up, and made his way to his room. Once there, he locked the door and began searching for his CD player. He looked underneath his bed, and finally found it. Placing the headset one, he jacked the volume up, so that he could hear nothing but the music playing. He wanted to block out everything that had seen over the last year.

'I hate everyone. Those people got what was coming to them.'

'Is that what you really think?'

'That's what Kimbley told me.'

'But is that what YOU believe?'

'I…I…I don't know anymore.'

Envy turned over on his side; trying to forget. As he did, Greed began to pound on the door.

"Envy open up! We need to talk now!"

The younger sin just ignored it. Greed was getting fed up, so he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a credit-card. He stuck it in the crack of the door, and giggled the lock. Once he heard the 'click', he busted threw the door. Envy didn't even bother to move. Greed walked over and took the headset away from him.

"Give those back!" Envy yelled.

"Not until you tell my why you're hanging around with Kimbley."

"How do you know him?"

"That's not the point! This guy has been sent to Juve! You shouldn't be hanging around him!"

"Get out! I don't care about what the hell you think! Just get out!"

"But Envy-"

"I said get out!"

I hated the world. On more then one occasion, I wanted to kill myself. I thought that there was nothing in the world left for me. I wanted to end it all. But, I didn't. I didn't know it at the time, but Fate was about to play a curl joke on me. One that would drive me over the edge.

Envy had gotten a call from Kimbley that night. Envy looked at his clock and growled. It was a Saturday, and it was 9:00 at night. Envy liked to sleep early on the weekends, mainly because he had no where to go, and that there was nothing worth staying up for. Kimbley had called to tell him that he 'needed' Envy for something, but he never specified what. The sin just agreed, hoping that he wouldn't have to do anything physical. An hour later, the door bell rang. Envy opened the door, and followed Kimbley to wherever the hell they were going. Even though Envy was half asleep, he had figured out where they were going.

"Why are we going to the school?" Envy asked with a hint of worry in his voice.

"Don't worry about it right now, Envy."

Envy shut up for the rest of the walk. As they continued to walk, Envy noticed the strong smell of gasoline radiating off of Kimbley. Why exactly were they going to the school? Once the two of them had reached the building, Kimbley turned to Envy, and smirked.

"So tell me Envy, how much do you really hate school?"

He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a lighter. Envy finally understood. They were going to burn the school down.

"No! I won't help you with this!" The sin shouted.

"Why not? I'm just eliminating the thing that causes people so much pain."

"But you can't do that!"

Kimbley walked over, and stood behind the sin. Wrapping his arms around him, he then leaded over and whispered into Envy's ear.

"I know that your mother beats you. I know that you hate school, because you're afraid of being ridiculed for the way you are."

Envy's eyes widened.

"I'm the only one who understands you."

Kimbley placed the lighter in Envy's hands.

"Help me with this Envy, and they'll never hurt you again. I've already drenched the place gasoline; all you have to do is set the flame."

With eyes half-open, Envy raised hand, and lit the lighter. With one swift motion, he threw it towards the building. It was instantly engulfed in flames. And then he heard it. A scream, followed by another, and then another. Envy quickly released himself from Kimbley, and backed away.

"You didn't tell me that there were people inside!"

"Slipped my mind."

It was then that the sin remembered something that struck a cord with him; there was a concert tonight, and there was at lest a two-hundred people inside. Envy fell to his knees and began to sob.

I couldn't take the screams, that were coming from inside of the school.

Envy got up, and ran away. Not once did he stop to catch his breath. Once his house was in sight, Envy ran faster. He bolted threw the door, and quickly closed it; making sure that it was locked. He didn't even make it to the couch, before he fell to his knees and began to sob again. What he had done was…was…unforgivable. He just felt like curling up into a corner and dying.

"Envy?"

The sins looked up to see Wrath. He was standing near the side of the couch, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Envy stood up, and walked over to him. Wrath backed-up a little bit, unsure of what Envy was about to do. Suddenly, the older sin kneeled down, and wrapped his arm around Wrath, pulling him into a tight hug.

"I'm so sorry for hurting you." He whispered.

After that, I never spoke to Kimbley again. A mouth later, we moved.


Envy hung his head in shame. He hated remembering is past. There was just too many things that he could have prevented, things that he could have changed.

"That's how it all happened. I'm not proud of it. You could even hit me if you wanted to." Envy directed that towards Edward.

Edward pulled the sin into an embrace.

"I could never hit you."

Edward pressed his lip against Envy. Edward understood the sins actions, seeing that both of them were teenagers not too long ago. Rebellion was just one of those things that teens did at lest once; Envy just took a step further.

'I can't be angry at him, not when he needs me the most.'


E/N: I liked it!

Ed: You're mine fuck dammit!

Envy: Okay Ed, we've all established that.

Ed: Apparently we haven't! (Pulls out a sharpie pen)

Envy: …what are you going to do with that?

Ed: This! (Writes 'ED'S PROPERTY! TOUCH, AND YOU WILL DIE BY HIS HANDS!' on Envy's forehead)

Envy: Oooookay.