AN: Second part to the first part. Really obvious, right? Well, hopefully this is a good conclusion. This came at about five o'clock in the morning (why must all things come in the middle of the night?!) and I jumped on it right away. The last thing I ever want to do is lose a good idea in its prime. So, I booted up my laptop and started typing in a frenzy so that I wouldn't lose it.
Father called the homunculi to his side later that day. All present - Envy, Gluttony, Pride, and Wrath - made their to him with blank expressions. The day had been rather bland - there was no need to execute the next step of the Plan, as they were already ahead of schedule. With Father's urging, the homunculi began to lie low, allowing the pace of the unsuspecting players to catch up in their deadly game - so nothing of particular interest had happened; just another routine day in Amestris.
Father observed his five children with a cool eye. Five sins when the Law required seven. He grinned, the smoothed blond beard parting. He would soon change that. Father rose, clasping his hands behind his back idly. "I am well aware that our number seems to be disintegrating - rapidly so."
All five snorted and/or nodded. As if they hadn't figured it out for themselves.
"However," Father continued as he placed himself back into his throne of stone and wire, "I have made efforts to replenish our ranks." He turned his head slightly, so that his whiskered chin just barely grazed his shoulder. "You may come in, my dear."
A collective wave of confusion swarmed over the five lower-ranking males. What was going on? Did Father. . . . create a new homunculus?Their heads turned as a group at the sound of heeled shoes clicking against the stone ground. The footfalls were coming from the shadows that walled off the section behind Father's seat of power and were coming closer, into the light. A shapely silhouette began to fade from the shadow, standing roughly around five feet eight inches in height. The figure was slim, but in an attractive way, the curves of its body forming a perfect hourglass figure. The mysterious stranger paused just at the very edge, where darkness kissed the purity of the light. Father smiled a little, gesturing with his finger for the stranger to come closer.
"Come now, dear," Father coaxed gently. "Don't be shy. Why don't you let your brothers to see their new sister."
Envy's ears twitched at the last word. Sister? He locked his eyes on the stranger, outlined in silver form its - her- proximity to the light. Maroon pools of light glowed from within the depths of the new woman's face, punctuated by the trademark cat-like slits that served as pupils. Envy shifted his weight from one foot to the other, uncertain of the fluttering feeling tickling his insides.
The woman stepped forward, her person finally being revealed. All, save Father, tried to stall a surprised gasp, but inevitably failed. The woman - the homunculus - that stood before them was a familiar face that they all thought died out long ago. The woman placed a gloved hand on her hip, waiting patiently for some form of reply. Her feline eyes gazed over each of the other homunculi, drinking in every detail of their image. Flashes of past memories of them burst in her mind like fireworks, a new memory exploding with each new face. When she got to Envy, she stopped. Now this one came with an odd feeling, but one that was welcome. He made her feel warm inside, as if she housed a lava pool deep within her. This androgynous boy with the tight belly shirt and skort that exposed lean muscles covered in the cloth of flawless skin. The steady pace of her heart quickened, as the pair held each other's stare, neither wanting to lose the alien emotion that came as they stared one another down. He emanated of danger, deception, and all the qualities that reminded Lust of a deadly serpent. She smiled, spreading the plump, bloody line of her lips. Just what I like in a man.
"Boys," Father said after the long silence. He gestured over to the homunculus, "meet the new Lust."
The new . . . Lust?
Envy's leg began to itch, then ultimately shake, wanting to move but held firm by some invisible chain. Finally, he dared a step forward and then another and then another. His pace was slow but steady as he inched closer to Lust. She did nothing as he approached her, just stared and watched what would happen next. Envy paused about a foot away, but was close enough that that he could reach out and touch her. However, it was Lust that, made the first move. The soft velvet of her gloved hand reached up and out, lithe fingers caressing the smooth skin of his cheek tenderly. Envy closed his eyes as a line of red zigzagged across his cheeks and smiled softly. It felt so good to feel her touch again.
Then something happened. The five fingertips of her hand tensed against his face and Envy snapped his eyes open. He was barely fast enough to duck out of the way before five razor blades could puncture his skull and cleave his brain in two. Envy swerved beneath Lust's arm and reached up with blinding speed, grasping her elbow and jerking it roughly behind her back. Lust yelped in surprise and pain as both of her arms were restrained and she was forced down on her knees. Envy stood above her, securely holding her arms in something akin to a death grip, hard and in a strong grasp of which there was no breaking.
Envy stooped down to her level enough to whisper in her ear, smooth, tender lips just barely out of reach of the arcing curve. "Dangerous as always," he whispered. His grip shifted until one hand was clasped around both of her slender wrists. The long fingers of Envy's free hand crawled up her shoulder and wrapped around the curve of her neck, all five fingertips gently bruising the soft skin. "I still remember how you fight - we used to spar all the time." The hold he had on her arms slackened until his hand slid away from her. The hold he had on her throat, too, slipped away and was now inching across the path of her collar and wrapped around her shoulder. Envy's other arm followed suit coiling gently around her opposite shoulder. He steadily got down on both knees, but still retained some height over her to complete the embrace. She might be new, he thought, but some things remained the same. Her skin was as soft as silk, just like it had been the first time, and twice as beautiful. The same fiery passion still glowed in her maroon eyes, just like they had whenever they would stare deep into the depths of his amethyst ones before they would kiss. He inhaled, taking in the sweet seductive scent of lust. She even smells the same. . Envy leaned his forehead against her neck, snuggling against the wavy curls of her raven hair. She may be new, but there were things that still remained the same.
"I really missed you."
AN: Hope you liked this chapter - I spent a lot of time editing it.