7

" He's mine! There's a world of humans out there. Just don't use him. "

"Exactly, there's a world of them. Go pick another one, this one will do me good if he'll be able to pass into Drachma without any problems."

" You can't take him away from me! " Envy was actually a little frantic.

Sasha was totally jealous. Just glaring.

"Go find another vessel for me, then. If you can't then I'll use him."

Envy just nodded, not sure where he was going to find another vessel.

Kent just held his hand tighter, now thinking he was going to die.

Envy was formulating a plan in his head. He would obviously have to kidnap someone. But who? It couldnt be just anyone.. I mean, really.

The Father went on for a bit, then looked at them all. "You're dismissed. Envy, leave the boy."

He nodded again, and left.

Kent attempted to grab Envy's arm, tears in his eyes.

Envy looked back at him apologeticly, but didn't stop.

Kent was at the point of bursting into tears, but tried to stay calm as he back off from Envy. Walking back over to the Father and looking down.

He went on for a while, looking down at the boy. "You're lucky to have lived this long, so I doubt Envy will even try to find a replacement. I'm sure he's just using you for his own gain."

Envy decided on Marek. Just to cause even more chaos

Saku honestly didn't understand why he currently sat in his room. Yes, he did stay out until three AM. Yes, he had gotten in a bit of trouble with the police. He didn't understand why it was sooo illegal to create gold with alchemy. What other use was there to make some fast money? It was pretty easy to access the books to make the cold. To see the arrays and copy them; they were so easy a retarded child could copy them. But, no~, they were illegal.

Saku chewed a peice of gum absently as he continued to stare at the ceiling. Awaiting either his mother or father to come in an lecture him. More likely it would be his father, telling him he had regretted teaching him alchemy. Though, he always said that. And, appearances, he wasn't the first. His older brothers laughed as they told him that Edward had once said that to them too. Saku didn't find it so funny. He was sick of hearing it. His mother didn't lecture him on that. Though, she did on just about everything else. 'Saku, your marks are terrible' and 'Saku, I hope you don't plan on going out like that' or 'Look at your hair, Saku. When was the last time you brushed it?'.

Saku personally liked the way he looked. His hair was a very pale blond, which he wore in a bun. He didn't like to brush it, because it was so long. It hurt when he did, and why would he do something to himself that was going to hurt?

His eyes were the usual Elric gold. He didn't particularly like his eye color. And often thought about getting color contacts to change his eye color to something cool like red. He once thought about dying his hair black, but Lan had caught him and given him a lecture on how it would ruin his hair if he died it.

Saku wore a pair of tight black jeans with a few rips in them, most of them received trying to jump a fence or running away from the cops. It turns out that those fences are quite sharp. Stupid farmers were afraid of people stealing their crops. Well, Saku did steal from them a few times when he 'ran away' from home for a week or two.

He wore a simple white tee shirt over top of that. And a black and white striped hoodie underneath that went over his hands. He wore a few gothic looking rings on his fingers. But, he didn't seem to care too much about how he looked, because his pale hair was very messy. It didn't look terrible, but it didn't look good either. He kept pushing it out of his face as he continued to await his punishment.

Sasaru sat in the extravangant backyard of the uber-extravangant house, just meditating. It was something he had to master, as part of his training. He took it all rather seriously. Well, sort of. It was just so time consuming, aswell as tiring. He never really had time to do normal things, like all of the other kids did. Being the son of the Shaman King was hard.. very hard. There was so much expected from you. Because.. the title of Shaman King wasn't hereditary. You had to earn it. Which was the hard part. Though Sasaru really didn't want to become Shaman King. But.. he could never bring himself to tell his father that. He would train, and master the art at the least.. but Sasaru just wanted to have a normal life. That wasn't exactly an option any more. Since when had his life really been normal anyhow? Did he even know what a normal childhood was like? Not really. He had vague ideas about it. After awhile he just gave up, flopping back down on the ground. His head hurt from concentrating so much. His body also hurt, everywhere. There was so much stress.. he wished that all of it would just go away. All of this to dissapear. But it wasn't going to just go away. No matter how much he wished it was. He had to be optimistic about this. It was what he was going to spend his entire life doing.. he had to make the best of it. The training had recently become more brutal, as he had just starting training under his Auntie Anna. It was horrible. He just wanted to run away. But he had nowehere to go. Why.. why couldn't he just handle this the mature way, and confront his father about it? Or his mother? No. He couldn't let anyone down. But.. having your entire life mapped out for you wasn't exactly fun. Where was the adventure in any of it? Sasaru sighed softly, rolling onto his stomach and pushing himself up from the ground. Well, trying to. He felt so weak.. Training shouldn't have this effect on you, should it? He just let himself fall to the ground. So tired.. So many thoughts rushing through his head at once. He buried his face in his arms, trying not to cry. He had no one to turn to now.. no one at all. Sasaru was quite cute to look at. He shared the looks of both his father and his mother. His dark brown hair only reached his shoulders. It had many split ends, and wasn't very well taken care of. It was falling out of it's messy pony tail. He had more his mothers eyes, and ivory skin tone. Sasaru wore rather simple clothing for the son of the Shaman King. Black short pants and a matching T-shirt with a white longsleeved shirt underneath. He wore a few unusual bracelets, obviously to do with shamanism as well as a strange looking necklace. He was barefoot at the moment, though wore sandals most of the time. He continued to lie there, shaking uncontrolably.

Ed sure enough walked in the room. He was so sick of this.. why couldn't one of his sons turn out okay? Did god really hate him that much? He was beyond being pissed, and was now just stressed about the whole thing. He had enough to worry about without another one of his children screwing up. "Why do you keep doing this? When will you learn that transmutating gold is illegal!? There are plenty other ways to earn money. Why do you keep doing this?"

Saku looked down from the ceiling to his father. "Because I needed the money." was his short reply.

Miyoko walked along with with Hinata, who was visiting for a short time. Hinata's son, Kozue, walked behind the two boredly. He had his mothers inky black hair, and tied it back. It was neat and clean, brushed thoroughly. He found visiting family boring compared to what he usually did. Kozue and his mother went all around the world. And would much rather have stayed another few weeks in India than be in such a boring place like this. Kozue fiddled with the edge of the coat he was wearing as he tried to listen to the conversation without going insane. There was nothing interesting about it. Talking about all the fabulous places they've been as his mother tried to make his aunt Miyoko jealous. Ha, like that would happen. The woman was a fucking queen, and his mother wanted her jealous? The thought make Kozue laugh a bit as he continued to walk. Looking down at the Henna tattoo that crawled up his arms in the red color. His skin was a pale color. But, he looked more like his father in the face than his mother. Which, he was slightly glad because the Sohma's sort of scared him.

Kozue continued to walk behind the woman, listening to them go on and wishing someone else would appear soon.

"For what? "

Hao followed behind the group. He was also bored, just wanting to leave. He really hated seeing how successful his twin brother was. It was almost nausiating.

Sasaru eventually just got up, wiping his tears away and going inside. He was covered in dirt, it was even smuged on his face. He really didn't care at the moment. Walking down the hallway rather quickly.

"Stuff." he replied shortly, looking back to the ceiling and snapping his gum in his mouth.

Kozue looked back to his father. "Can we go now?" he asked, really quite bored.

"Like what?" he pressed.

"Ask you're mother.. Sadly that isn't up to me. " Hao sighed, running a hand through his hair.

Sasaru eventually just broke into a run. Though not watching where he was going bumped straight into Kozue.

"Like... stuff." he rolled his eyes.

Kozue grabbed his shoulders so neither of them would fall. "Um, hi..." he looked at him.

"What could you possibly want with all that money? "

"...H-Hi.. " Sasaru spoke, sort of startled.

"You caught me. I buy drugs with the money I make from creating gold with alchemy."

"You OK?" he asked, looking down at him.

"..Tell me the truth. "

Sasaru just sort of nodded.

"That's the truth." he shrugged, getting off of the chair. "So, you done?"

Kozue didn't even know who this kid was. So, he began to flirt with him. "You sure, you look like you've been crying." he touched the side of his face gently.