Hooray! I've got Chapter 3 out! Thanks Infamousplot and NebulaCoyote for the reviews. ^_^ I would've had this out sooner, but my computer wouldn't let me onto the internet. Anyways, this is the part where I shut up and get on with the story.

A/N: The 'prologue' is told from Vengeance's POV, and the rest is Envy's POV.

I looked around at my new room. It's way too big, I thought. Just then, the bastard of the hour kicked the door open and strolled in like it was his room. "You know, there's a thing called knocking; ever hear of it?" He only shrugged. "Yeah? So what? Deal with it brat," I was ready to lunge at his throat right now. "I swear, I'll make you pay for taking me here! When I kick your cocky ass and make you pay…" he only laughed evilly, still not taking what I said seriously, "I'd like to see that happen," I growled. "Oh, and you will, Envy!" He nodded. "Tomorrow," and with that, he walked out. Wrath (who had been in the room the whole time) looked at me surprised. "You're really gonna beat up Envy, sis?" I smiled. "You bet I am," "Promise?" I imagined totally pwning that self-righteous jerk, grinning from ear to ear. "I promise,"

Okay folks; this is the part where you stop and pick a side. (Hint: if you're not sure who to root for, watch the FMA OVA! XD)

I waited for Vengeance in the clearing in the forest, where we agreed to meet last night. What I still couldn't get over was this brat's belief that she actually stood a chance. And I though I had delusions of grandeur! Finally, I saw her coming. Apparently, she had raided the closet this morning, because her outfit was completely different; and it looked suspiciously like mine! Well, save for the fact that the gloves and stockings reached up to her elbows and knees, and a black spaghetti-strap halter Also, her deep, chestnut hair was tied back into a sort of a bun, but with a bunch of strands sticking out from it. I looked her up and down.

"Like the new look?" she asked.

"Hardly,"

"I put my hair back; it was hiding my gorgeous face,"

Oh great, she's vain too! "Yeah, that kilt you're wearing belongs to me by the way,"

She looked puzzled for a moment. " 'Kilt?' I thought it was a skort. And besides, I just saw this thing lying around…"

"Stay out of my closet!" I snapped.

"Well come out of it!" she taunted. With that, I grabbed hold of her halter and picked her up by it.

"Hey now! This is kind of indecent!"

"Do you really want to piss me off, you pathetic little imp?" I said through gritted teeth.

"Are we here to chit-chat, or are we gonna actually…"

Before she could finish, I backhanded her right across the face, and tossed her to the ground.

"I wasn't ready yet! That was dirty!"

"There's no such thing as dirty in a fight, short stack!"

She knew what I meant by short stack (perhaps the fact that she barely filled that halter), and boy was she sensitive about it!

"You take that back, Palm Tree!"

As if I've never heard that one before. "Oh, did I hit a nerve?"

Vengeance lunged at me in a wild rage, her face beet red. I quickly dodged her, but noticed that her hand was bright red, as if she got a really bad sunburn. What the hell? Suddenly, she caught hold of my arm, which, to my surprise, felt like it had touched a hot stove. I immediately thrusted her off, ramming her into a nearby tree. Glancing at my arm, I saw that it in fact had been burned.

"So you can superheat your body, huh?" I observed as she stumbled back to her feet.

"There's more where that came from," she said. "You're holding back, aren't you?"

"Yes, actually,"

"Don't,"

She definitely had a death wish! Basically, within the next two minutes, I had managed to knock her to the ground three times. Unfortunately, she happened to be a sore loser.

"I win," I taunted to the scrawny little brat.

"I haven't lost yet!" she protested defiantly.

She got up, only to get slammed back onto her dumb ass yet again. "Knock it off, Envy!"

I chuckled darkly. "You don't get it, do you Vengeance? You don't have a chance against me. It's better if you save yourself the trouble and just give it up now,"

"No!" she resisted. "You're the one who won't get it! I won't have some idiot like you push me around! I'm not a patsy, dammit!" At this point, she was no longer amusing; now she was just plain irritating.

"I won't take orders from some dumb old hag, and especially not from some ugly hermaphroditic fag like you!" That did it. I grabbed her by the wrist and said "Okay, you whiney little bimbo," and lifted her off the ground for the second time.

"Wait! Envy, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Just put me down! I take it back, please!" she begged. The look on her face reminded me of Wrath when someone mentioned the Gate. I put her down, where she collapsed in a heap on the ground.

"What's the matter, kid? Did I hurt you or something?"

"N-no, it's not that," she stuttered, "It's just that I don't like being picked up by my wrists. I-I just freak out. I don't know why…" This suddenly gave me an idea. A wicked smile spread across my face, as I reached down and grabbed her wrist again.

"Wait, you won't…"

"That's up to you, Venge," I said coyly. "If you can do as you're told and not piss me off, this won't become a regular thing,"

"That's cruel,"

"I never said I wasn't. But hey, whatever works, right?" Just for the fun of it, I lifted her up one last time before dropping her bony ass back to earth once again. I then started to walk away, but looked back at the sad little sin. She looked a bit shaken, but I could hear the words 'You bastard,' being mumbled under her breath. Just then, I thought of one last way to torture this brat.

"Oh, and by the way," I said, looking at her from over my shoulder. "You are to address me as 'Sensei' from now on. You no longer deserve to be considered my equal anymore,"

I just knew that killed her. I watched as she slowly stood up, her eyes to the ground, and followed.

"Mm-hm," I faintly heard her grunt.

"What was that?"

"Yes….Sensei,"

Woo-hoo! Pwnage! What, you didn't think Vengeance was gonna win, did you? I feel bad for her though. Ya know, even though she called my favorite bishie an ugly fag, and made those gay jokes about him, I still feel bad. And that whole thing where she hates being picked up by the wrist, that actually comes from some trauma in her human past.

Oh no, what's Wrathy gonna think? Didn't Venge promise him she'd win? Stay tuned!