EDIT: Sorry guys, this was deleted for having these little notes (which is not even funny, I swear every story I read has at least one author's note) but as you can see it's back up. Can't stop me mwahaha.

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This is a SEQUEL to my previous work, Sold. If you have not already, please go read that, or else certain parts of this story will be really confusing.

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They all stood before him, every homunculi Father had left. Greed, bound fast to prevent him from running off again. Gluttony, tongue lolling and eyes vacant. Wrath, stiff like the soldier he was, anxious to get back to his job as Fuhrer—or be reassigned. Lust, forever looking after her nails, cleavage carelessly revealed. And Sloth, massive and muscular, mumbling about how coming here was such a drag.

Which ones would he choose? Father pondered this, considering the powers each homunculus possessed. Which would go well together?

Immediately, he discarded Sloth. He had might, sure, but that was all he had, and his general slowness probably wouldn't mesh well with any of the others.

What Father wanted now was chaos in Central, and hopefully a chance to take some of the State Alchemists as prisoners to be used on the Promised Day. For that…Wrath would probably be good. He had unparalleled prowess with his dual swords, and a series of murders would certainly cause the stir Father was after…

But Wrath was also his weakest homunculus, not possessing the ability to regenerate. So, Wrath would need a protective boost: Greed.

Decision made, Father spoke. "Wrath and Greed stay. The rest of you go about your business."

As everyone filed out, Greed began to struggle from his position on the floor. No matter, he could not escape.

Father was alone with his two chosen homunculi. He said nothing; Greed didn't deserve an explanation, and Wrath would not ask for one. Instead he did the simple thing, thrusting his hands inside of them to grab hold of their Stones. Wrath's was harder, having been fused to a human, but of course Father managed.

Now, to combine them.

Just as before, Father released the stones, creating the new homunculus a body with his own life force.

When he opened his eyes, his new creation stood before him. It was completely black, and hairless, like Greed with his shield, but both eyes were wide and staring. The homunculus twitched, darting its eyes back and forth, fiddling with the handles of its swords restlessly.

"How do you feel?"

"Good!" the double-voice shouted. "I want to get moving. Do something. Slice someone up."

That was an interesting effect—the homunculus seemed hyperactive, but that might be a good thing.

"Well, I have an assignment for you," Father said. "Go out into Central. Cause as much chaos as you can—kill some people, do whatever you can to attract some State Alchemists. When they arrive, capture as many as you can, but don't kill them."

"Got it!" the homunculus smiled hungrily, departing in a flash.

Edward sat uneasily at the café table, across from his brother. He was trying with everything he had in him to be calm—the whole purpose of going out to eat with Alphonse, notably sans-Roy was to get him more comfortable around Al again—but he couldn't help being a but…twitchy. Even a month after getting his brother back.

"So, Brother…" Al said, a mischievous grin forming on his face. "I know it's probably rude to jump right into the heavy topics, but…you and Roy, huh?"

Ed couldn't help but blush, smiling despite his embarrassment. "Yeah…crazy, huh?"

Alphonse shook his head, sipping a coffee. "Not at all. You always did like him; I'm not really surprised you two got together."

"I wasn't sure you'd remember that…" Edward trailed off, taking a bite of his doughnut to avoid mentioning why Al would have forgotten.

"Are you kidding me? Of course I do! You used to talk about him all the time."

"Oh, come on! I wasn't that bad!"

"Brother," Alphonse smirked, "I can guarantee you were just as bad as any girl fawning over him."

Edward glared at his younger brother. "Don't make me throw this doughnut at you."

"You wouldn't waste such a treat!" Al laughed. Unfortunately it was true; there was no way Ed would give up such deliciousness to toss at his brother. "Anyway," Alphonse continued, "how did that happen? I mean," he added hurriedly, "you don't have to tell me if it's too much involved, you know?"

"No," Edward said slowly, "Roy said we shouldn't dance around…what happened so much. I know I'm all nervous, but I'll get over it. I mean, here I am, eating lunch alone with you. And I'm pretty much okay." Ed took a breath. "Anyway, to answer your question, Roy had been trying to figure out who it was that…sold me—no, don't get all guilty again, I know it wasn't really you—and I wouldn't tell him. He took me up north, 'cause he thought getting away from Central might make me spill. And while we were up there, we had a great time."

"Playing in the snow, you mean," Al teased.

Edward stuck out his tongue. "You're just jealous. But, yeah. And then he asked me afterward if it was you, and I got really upset because I didn't want him to be in danger, and I ended up telling him how I felt…and it turns out he felt the same."

"Brother," Alphonse half-squealed. "That's adorable!"

Ed blushed, and looked away.

"And have you kissed him?"

"T-that's so blunt!" Edward stammered.

"Have you!?" Al gasped.

"No! No, I…I dunno, I guess I'm scared to. I'm afraid it will bring up…memories."

Alphonse reached across the table, laying his hand on Ed's. Edward jerked slightly, but didn't move away entirely. "I know you don't like me touching you," Al apologized. "But I have to tell you it's going to be okay."

Ed managed to offer up a smile. It killed him how his brother could be so sweet, but he could still be afraid of Alphonse. "I know."

Just then, a man in military uniform came up to their table. "Edward and Alphonse Elric?"

"Yes?" they said in unison.

"Colonel Roy Mustang has sent for you both. It's urgent."