A/N Sorry I haven't updated in a while, school has been keeping me quite busy. I'm really… you know? Lets save this rant for later and just get on with the story, extra long chapter.

"Envy, you've… you've never acted this way," Dante said in simple, horrible shock as Envy got up. "Envy…" He rubbed his eyes, trying to glare at Dante. "What is it, what's wrong?"

"It's that stupid bitch," Envy muttered, tears streaming from his wide eyes as he stared at the floor. "This is all her fault, I can't stand it."

"Envy, explain yourself," Dante ordered, taking a step back. "Who is it?"

"Riza Hawkeye," he said, looking back up at Dante. "I need to kill her."

"Envy, you know we can't allow it, I thought you'd gotten over that," Dante replied, unable to get a grip on what was going on.

"You haven't seen her face!" Envy yelled furiously, "You haven't seen what she looks like!"

"And why should that matter?" Dante yelled back. There was a flash of light and Envy disappeared, replaced by Riza. Dante stood unfazed, irritated, and confused. "I don't get it, Envy, stop messing around!"

Riza fell to her knees, curling up into a little ball on the floor started to sob. "You've forgotten, but I haven't!" Everyone could hear him now he was so outraged, so loud, so desperate. "I didn't at first, I knew I hated her, but I didn't know why! But I remember her face! And I don't know where from, it's there in my mind and I just do!"

Dante thought desperately. "Sloth, keep watch over Envy, I'll deal with Lust myself," she said, turning and walking to the door. "Keep him from doing anything he'll regret."

"No!" Envy yelled, standing up, his eyes wide with loathing. "I'm going to kill her."

"Envy, you can't! I order you to stay here," Dante yelled, turning back around, her eyes widening. "Don't you dare disobey me!" She said after a moment of realization. Envy leaned on one of his legs, a hand on his hip as he relaxed slightly.

"You can go fuck off," he said, pronouncing every syllable slowly and with deep emphasis. Then, turning, he took a running jump out of the window, the already broken glass cutting his arm as he flew past, and landed like a cat, looking around for only a second before darting out of sight.

"Sloth, get there before him! Now!" Dante said desperately, turning the woman. Sloth gave Dante the slightest of nods, before flowing into water and pouring out of the door. "God damn it," Dante said furiously, striding out of the building with her fists clenched.

Everything was falling apart, first Lust and then Envy… Dante had to regain control. She walked quickly down the spiraling staircase, going from room to room until she came to the room where Lust was. Who was there left, Dante thought quickly, Wrath was with Gluttony, Sloth was being held up by Envy, and Pride was at home with his family. No one was on hand. Suddenly, Dante moved to a side door, bursting through it. What did she have to lose? "Greed!" She yelled, walking in.

The homunculus looked up from the bed that she sat on. "Master…" she replied.

"Have you fully healed yet?" Dante asked, lowering her voice. Greed nodded uncertainly. "Get in here then!" Dante replied, a desperate edge to her voice. Greed got up, following Dante back.

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"So, what is it Roy?" Hughes asked, finally breaking the silence. The car engine was the only other sound as they went down a murky street. "Wife problems?" Roy put his face in his hands, staring down at his lap.

"You always seem to see strait through me Maes," he said after a moment. "She was half naked when I got home."

"That sounds like something that would cheer you up," Hughes stated, looking over to Roy. But not looking at him for too long, because he was driving. "Come on, not even a smirk?"

"…Half naked with another man." Hughes stopped the car outside of his house, turning off the engine. He looked up at this addition, eyebrows raised. "And by man, might I elaborate and say half naked with Envy," Roy said, still staring at the floor in horrible disbelief at what he was saying.

"Roy, there's got to be some sort of explanation," Hughes stated, equally unable to believe it. Roy shook his head, surprising even himself as he did it.

"She was willing." His eyes started to water, "She didn't deny it." He ran his hand through his hair, holding his forehead in his hands. Hughes sat back in the car seat, patting Roy on the back.

"Come on Roy, you know that she loves you," he said gently, relaxing as he lay back and stared at the ceiling.

"Really?" Roy said, wiping his eyes, his voice still cracked. "Then why wouldn't she even say a word of what happened? Why wouldn't she even let me hug her, hold hands with her, feel her skin or smell her hair when she got back? Why would she act like nothing happened, not say a single thing to me, and then agree to have sex with Envy?"

"If I've learned one thing from marriage, it's that no matter how bad it gets there's always a reason for everything. Think about it Roy, why wouldn't she want to tell you anything? What would be her motives?" Hughes asked.

"How should I know?" Roy said angrily. Hughes gave him a look, and Roy lay back in his seat as well. "Maybe… God damn it, I don't know what the hell you're talking about." He sighed, looking back out the window.

"Maybe she had something really bad happen to her while there," Hughes said, glancing to Roy. "I know that if I, hypothetically of course, was kidnapped and, say, hurt or raped or tortured for information I wouldn't want to tell Gracia. It would be too painful… and I wouldn't want to make her sad." Roy watched water dripping down the side of the window, rain splattering on the spot he was focused on.

"As for Envy," Hughes continued, "Well, I'm not really sure about that one, but maybe he had something she needed or something along those lines… blackmail. If Gracia or someone else I cared about was in danger, I would agree to it." Roy sighed, looking back down.

"How is it that you make everything I do look bad?" He asked, a slight smile coming up on his face.

"Come inside, you're wet," Hughes said, opening up his car door and catching Roy's eye. "Gracia just baked an apple pie today, I insist. If you don't get a nice hot cup of coffee in you you'll freeze to death, and then how could you figure this mess out?" Roy raised his eyebrows, looking to Hughes. After a moment of indecision, he popped open his door, following Hughes.

"You know, that's the horrible thing about you Maes; I just can't argue with you."

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"Anyone home?" Riza's head looked up at the sound of a voice echoing from all around her. "Look who I found, where's that sweet husband of yours? Decided that you were a bit to whorish for his taste?" Envy asked in dark humor, stepping out from behind the doorway.

"What now Envy?" Riza screamed as she stood up, wiping angry tears from her eyes. "You've already destroyed my life, you've already taken away the man I love, what more are you going to do you heartless son of a bitch?"

"You know you look so cute when you yell," Envy said, walking up to Riza. "I could just rip your heart out and force it down you throat, both of our problems would be solved then, wouldn't they?"

"I guess they would," Riza replied, "But then who would you have to spend your spare time harassing? You can't have many people still alive who you hate so much." Riza glared at him defiantly and mercilessly. But there was something broken as well in that stare. "There's nothing more that you can take from me, you've already made my life pointless and horrible. I don't even care if you're here to rape me, to kidnap me, whatever."

"What about to kill you?" Envy asked, getting more and more annoyed by her lack of reaction. Riza made no move of surprise, or even emotion. "You used to fear me so much, what happened to that beautiful, blood curdling scream you used to pull every time I walked into a room?"

"Just do it Envy, we both know that I can't beat you, and I'm really not in that much of a mood for small talk," Riza replied. Envy's eyebrows furrowed.

"Well I am," he stated, frowning.

"Fine!" Riza yelled. "I'm really pissing you off aren't I? Here you come to kill me, but guess what? My life's already over, I'd be positively happy to die at this point! Really a mood killer isn't it? So what now Envy? Kill me! Rape me! I don't fucking care anymore!" Envy lunged forward, grabbing her by the throat and lifting Riza off of the ground. Riza grinned as tears flooded her vision. Envy threw her to the ground after a few seconds.

"You weren't bluffing," he said, staring as Riza coughed, stumbling up.

"Then why don't you just not kill her? Do us both a favor, you know it'll be no fun if you do, so there's no more point," came the deep voice of Sloth, who flowed into the room, reforming and stepping forward in her high heeled shoes.

A/N I'm sorry, I really complain too much, but hell, what's one more rant? My day today was filled with crap. There is no other way to describe it. I typed this up earlier, so I hope it isn't too bad, but right now… well. I am very sorry, but as I'm so very busy because of school, and because of the return of my depression, updates will probably be less often than usual, and my humor fic will have to wait. I know this is the second time I've pulled the depression card on you guys, and I'm sorry, but right now, as simply as I can put it, I really, really hate my life. Reviews are appreciated; I think I'm going to go to bed.