Good, the screaming stopped. That was all I could think as I fed the blood red stones to the pile of chibi. I had just gotten back to the hide out with the box of Chibi goo and was now relaxing a bit without all the screaming. I paced from one end of my room to the other. I had gotten in without seeing anyone but it wouldn't be long before someone needed me for something and came looking for me. If they found me, they found the chibi goo. I wasn't sure what I was going to do yet. I could just walk right up to the old bitch and tell her that I was going to keep what was left of the chibi and that was that, but then she might put up a fight. I had to find a way to get her to just let me keep the pile of shrimp. I paced some more and chewed on a couple of stones myself. I could definitely be the one to train and take care of the chibi. I wouldn't want anyone else touching my chibi. I had to wait too long for this and I wasn't going to let anyone ruin this for me, much less that old hag. Pride was mine.

Two days passed before anyone even came looking for me, something I had not expected but I didn't mind in the least. I was glad those fuckers stayed away, it give Pride lots of time to get back into shape! Now instead of messing up my floor, He was a walking, talking, chibi again! This was made even better by the fact that this chibi didn't talk nearly as much. However, he was fond of being a little too close to me. Something I was still working on getting used to, but he always moved after a few well placed punches. He was learning though. He was slowly moving closer and closer to me, giving me time to get used to him being in my personal space. Normally, no one was ever in my personal space unless I was in control of the situation and I was not completely in control of the situation with Pride, ever. I wasn't sure why, but everything I told him was met with questions. He second guesses everything I say or do, which then pisses me off and he ends up with a few quickly healing bruises. He still has yet to learn completely and still continues to collect bruises.

Lust was the one that came looking for me. Not for anything important, just to check up on me as she knew I was not on a mission yet and hadn't seen or heard from me in days. She was somewhat surprised to see Pride. She also didn't think Hohenheim was that dumb, he sure proved us wrong!

She was a bit taken aback by my idea to keep the chibi. Not sure why I would want to keep something I once hated so much. But it's odd; now that I have seen that he had to go through all the things I did all those years ago with Hohenheim I feel almost oh-kay with him cuz Hohenheim left him in the end. It didn't matter at all what he was in life, cuz he was abandoned in the end anyway! He was no longer any better than me! In fact, he was less than me now! I was the one with the gifts, the stones and the power. I was Better.

It helped a lot that I was the one in control of everything the Chibi was now. I was the one teaching him everything he would come to know. It was a comfort, also a joy at times. I had plans for Pride. In those two days before anyone found me, I had taken time to figure out my plan. Everything would depend on Pride and now that he was mine to teach and mold, there would be no problems. The dependence he had on me would be key to this all. He needed to need me, want to want me, have to have me. That was what would hold him to me and allow me to have complete control over him. He was mine to do with as I pleased, and oh would I do things with him. I had great plans for him already and he had yet to even have a gift.

So In order to get Pride to depend on me I decided I would just cripple him. Not so much as to continually break his legs or spine or anything like that, but instead take our life from him, the red stones. We need them like humans need food. They're so important to our existence, the key to it; so, I would just not give him any more. He has no one else to go to for them, only I have ever given him any. He's only ever seen me have them. He was mine and this was sure fire. I was somewhat proud of myself in the end.

++++Sin++++

"Envy, open your door." Shit, Dante. I Had been hoping she wouldn't show up at all. But it would seem I have run out of good luck after only a week of having Pride in the manor. I walked over to the door, behind which I knew the old bag was waiting less then patiently for me. I looked back at Pride, who was sitting on the bed staring at me, one last time before I opened the door.

"Hello Dante. What brings you to my end of the manor?" No playing this time. Not with a prize as good as Pride on the line.

"You've been hiding and I want to know why." So she figured out I was hiding from her. Guess I can never again say that she doesn't pay attention to me. Bitch…Old Bitch….Old Bitch Bag….

"Not hiding, just staying out of your hair." Please Just GET THE FUCK OUT.

She didn't even respond. She just pushed me aside and walked into the room Pride and I had been sharing for the past week.

"Envy, what is it?" I still had my back to Dante but I knew she was talking about Pride. What else could she be talking about?!

"Hohenheim's latest mistake, and mine to keep." Straight forward and blunt. Pride was mine and I had gotten very used to that fact in the past week. I had no plans whatsoever to change that.

"Oh you think so do you my dear son." She had turned to face me. I could hear the smirk in her voice. She was playing with me and thought she would win. Not this time.

"Hell yeah, I know so. Pride is mine. It's my stones that keep him breathing and it's me who wants him." I turned and faced her for the first time since taking my stand. She just continued to stare at me, as did Pride from the bed. Her face was picture perfect as it always was now that she had a younger body again. Not a line out of place on her clothes either I noted. She took great pride in this body. Pride was something she could understand I guess from the next words out of her mouth, "Well then, so be it. But of course Envy, you'll follow me," and with that she left the room.

I looked back at Pride; he was still on the bed looking at me. "Stay here and be good."

++++Sin++++

"Envy, how long has it been here?" I was alone with Dante in a great room. There was only a chair in the center of the room. I was in that chair and Dante circled me like a lazy snake about to strike.

"A week."

"Then for everyday he was here you'll be given treatment." Treatment??? I didn't have a good feeling.

"Fine." The things we do in the name of Pride.

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