It has been pretty long since I last typed a story huh... I should update some of those.


"Vanity..." Edward repeated after Envy, looking at his hands, then staring closer into the mirror to inspect his new, modfied look. Envy smirked, putting an arm around the confused Ed, patting him on the back. "There now... don't you feel stronger? Don't you think you look more handsome...?" Envy asked in a soft voice, his smile spread wider across his face. Vain. That was the sin Edward Elric was given. He touched his face with his cold hands, gazing into the reflections of those purple orbs, and then... something seemed to rise inside him, rolling... and swirling upwards like wax smoke from a candle wick. "...I like what I see, certainly," Vanity said, the same obnoxious smile spreading across his face. "But I don't like what the owner of this body is trying to do inside my mind," Vanity muttered, looking over an Envy, as if irritantly telling his kin to do something about that boy that was causing turmoil in his spirit. "He's one annoying and determined pipsqueak..."

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A SMALL TINY-WEENY LITTLE PIPSQUEAK?"

"..." Vanity cringed as the voice resounded in his mind, and he had some fear that he might be overcome with that sudden rage boiling within the boy's true mind. "Wow... did I mention nasty and hot-tempered?" Vanity asked a stunned Envy, who just commented, "Wow... did his voice just resound in your skull?" Envy then sighed, leading Vanity to the metal table and sitting upon it. "Now, Vanity, once you're done with the pipsqueak inside, we can get to real serious work. The work starts in three days' time, back at that flithy Curtis' Meat Shoppe," Envy told the black-haired homunculus, grinning. "Inflitrate that place and bring the brother here without raising suspicions,"

Vanity smiled lopsidely, seemingly trying to recall something. "According to that boy, Ed, his brother is encased in a suit of armour?" Vanity questioned, his purple eyes gleaming mischeviously and flicking his frinch aside in the most nacarssitic manner.

Envy smiled sweetly. "That's what makes it a spy's job - his brother's size."


Orz sorry. I gotta think more about it.