There's No Place Like Home pt.2

Famine awkwardly hid behind her strawberry blond fringe and followed them inside the elevator. Her demeanor had transformed completely at the presence of the smoldering young man. Who knew that Lust would look even more adorable and chillingly sharp when he was upset. Wrath snatched Lust's bag from the girl's slender hands and smacked it onto his stomach. Famine watched as he received the heavy blow; unflinching. He was truly tougher than he looked. Now she wondered how strong Pride would be with those jacked arms of his.

"Carry your own bag," she muttered.

No response from the mildly irritated man. The elevator door opened, and the youngest girl walked out to their front door before unlocking it. Famine skulked around her door and watched as Lust gave his petite friend a silent treatment.

"Can you at least say sorry for clocking her brother's face?"

"That was your idea!" he retorted.

"Well, you didn't have to knock him out like that."

"How else was I supposed to put an end to it?"

"Oh, I don't know. Not that!"

"Why are you so bothered by it anyway? You're the hothead!"

"Yeah, exactly! You were supposed to be the cool charming guy."

Famine hesitated to jump in, "Guys…It's really okay. War was being a jerk. He got what he deserved."

"See. All good," Lust agreed sarcastically.

"How is this my fault now?" Wrath gasped.

"You suggested the rules!"

"And you fought anyway!"

The apartment door opened unexpectedly, "Why are you arguing on the hall?"

"It's not my fault!" both housemates yelled at Pride who had just woken up.

Pride rubbed his eye sleepily and noticed the familiar individual creeping inside her house silently behind the quarrelling couple. He was considering whether he should call out to the neighbor but decided against it. He didn't want to give her the wrong impression. Besides, there were more important things to appease.

"Why are you not wearing a shirt under your jacket?" he asked as his older brother pushed pass him to get inside.

"And…she's gone," Wrath looked over at the apartment across.

"Who?" he played dumb.

"Your quirky girlfriend," she pushed pass him as well.

"What's up with you guys? Why's everyone so pissy?" he closed and locked the door behind him.

Lust threw his jacket on a dining chair and walked into the bathroom bare-chested, revealing small cuts and bruises from his preceding fight. He slammed the door shut and played his playlist of classical music loudly.

"I hope you won't need the toilet any time soon cause he'll be in there for ages," Wrath slummed herself onto the nearest sofa.

"Do you mind explaining what happened?"

"I made him fight Famine's brother."

"Plague?"

"No, no. The other one. The one that looks like a budget version of Terminator. Wait, how do you know about her other brother?" she looked up.

"We sorta talked for a bit. Let's not talk about it. Continue," Pride sat across her.

"We went to Snake Booth diner and we needed to wait for a replacement tire for your car. Don't ask why; not our fault. And this *sshole came by looking for Lust. He started throwing rocks at your car, so I cussed him out. He grabbed my shirt and rammed me to the car. Lust ran out with that girl and tried to stop. But that was what he wanted.

"He went on this rant about Lust stealing girls away from him or something and I couldn't stop myself from stating facts." Pride rolled his eyes at her. "In my defense, he was such a tool."

"That still doesn't explain why my brother is half naked and covered in wounds."

Wrath sprang up excitedly, "You should've seen the other guy. That pr*ck challenged Lust to a fight! Can you believe that sc*m?"

Pride laid down on the couch as he prepared himself to listen to the continuation of that story. He motioned for his friend to proceed.

"I mean I was so shocked; appalled even. But I guess you wouldn't have known how strong and vigilant Lust could be just by looking at him. So, I suggested a street fight with no shirt and weapon until the next train arrived," she resumed nonchalantly.

"Street fight? You made him street fight a biker shirtless on a train track?" his eyes widened in shock.

"Well, it sounds bad if you say it like that. Anyway, he agreed cause we're exhausted from the trip and couldn't wait to just go home. So, he humiliated the man."

"Um… Elaborate please?"

Wrath sighed, "10 seconds TKO. Roundhouse kick to the jaw. Classic Lust."

Pride winced at the thought of getting hit by his brother. Though he was more muscular, Lust's speed and endurance were not something to underestimate. He knew that if you get kicked by him, it was game set. In a way, Pride bulked up his body as a form of armor to protect himself from Lust's hits, because he knew that his brother had some dirty tricks up his sleeves.

"Are you gonna apologize to him?"

"What?! Who do you think I am? I'll just make Beouf Bourguignon for dinner."

"How long's that gonna take?"

"With Raspberry Bavarian Cream for dessert? About 4 hours."

Her friend leaped off the couch, "What?!"

"Trust me, he'll be in there for a while."

"Are you sure that's enough time to make all that?"

Wrath made her way to the kitchen, "Why don't you help me out if it bothered you so much?"

"I don't know how to cook…"

"How did you survive for two days without cooking?"

"You wouldn't wanna know," he became flustered.

"Sure," she looked over at Simbi.

"I think it would be a great idea to teach him how. For his sake," Simbi suggested.

She gave in and started to prepare the tools and recipe as he washed the raw ingredients. Lust played St. Luke Passion by Penderecki and listened to it bitterly as he washed his hair violently. He proceeded to engulf himself in a soothing bubble bath with Tchaikovsky in the background.