Lazy and Jealous

"Okay, to the bar. There are a lot of guys there, and only a few girls, so I'm sure you can find a suitable toy to play with in the back alley," she mused. Sloth linked her arm through his in a tender, family manner and led him down the road. "What kind of toy do you want to play with? Someone scared and cowardly? Brave and feisty?"

“You know my favorites. The one’s that are full of themselves. It’s always fun to bring their worlds crashing down. But I'm desperate, so anyone would do.” Envy said as he followed his sister.

"There are a lot of over-confident assholes in there who deserve whoopings, so you'll have fun. Here we are!" They arrived at a little, shady club, filled with strangers. The men there looked like they were itching for a bar fight, just to show off their so called "manliness". Sloth,being a woman, had oglers, so she frowned. "Take your pick, brother."

Envy looked at all the possible candidates. He then walked out of the bar and stood outside. He began to speak so that only Sloth would hear him (since she was only a short distance away from the door). “I need some time to prepare. The first one to walk out of this bar gets the door prize.” He said with a little evil laugh.

"Okies brother. I'll make sure the first one to walk out is the biggest jackass so you can have as much fun as you want with him." She smiled at him in a family, affectionate way. The way a mother looks at her son, all grown up, a good boy. She smoothed down her dress and started to walk out, purposely swaying her hips and looking around. This, of course, attracted the attention of the refined assholes in the bar, as they started to leer at her. As soon as she walked out, there were shouts and whistles, and a group started to peel off the main crowd to exit as well.

Three were three men who were particularly interested in Sloth as to get up from there seats and follow her. ‘Looks like we have a three-way tie’ Envy thought. ‘That won’t do. We will need to have a tie breaker now won’t we’. He was on the roof watching the men come out the door. He waited for the right moment and then he jumped out of his hiding place and stunned all three of them with one of his jelly fish whips. “Good job sis. Let’s take them to the doll house to play with.” He said with a smile as bright and big as a 5 year olds. He reverted his arm back to normal and grabbed two of them.

"Ewwwwww...this one smells like stale beer." Sloth pinched her nose and frowned as she nudged a pudgy, red-faced man with her toe. He had a pedo smile on. They all must have thought Sloth was around 17, which she kinda was. Physically. She looked at him and gave him a sheepish smile. "Can you carry them, bro? I mean...you know I don't like labour... and besides, you're the stronger one between the two of us." One of the men was tall and muscular, though.

He gave a sigh. “Fine” His back began to freak out and a third arm appeared to drag the third man. “Ok let’s go.” He said as he walked back to the base. He wanted to get there before they woke up.

"Okay~" Sloth happily stayed by his side and followed him obediently to the base. She knew he was frustrated and really needed some fun, so talking and going on about it would just piss him off more. Only when they arrived did she open her mouth to utter words. "Where do you want to do it? Inside or outside?" she asked him.

“Hmm” Envy said thinking about it. It was a very good question after all. “Inside, that way I can tie them to chairs and stuff.” He said with a smile as he busted open the door.

"Okaaaaay. They're starting to get up anyway." Sloth skipped inside ahead of him and pulled up three sturdy chairs for him to sit them in. Trying to find a rope would be too strenuous, so they could just use the bed sheets to tie them up. So Sloth went over to the bedroom and dragged the sheets and covers off. "Put them in the chairs for me, brother!"

Envy put the men on the chairs just like she told him to. “Are you sure those will hold them. I don’t want them to get away while I’m having fun.” He said as he took one of the sheets to tie him up.

"It won't be the sheets that tie them down, it's the fear...and the pain." Sloth happily went over and wrapped the sheets around each man's torso so they were locked against the chairs individually. "Have your fun, brother. I think they'll be waking up soon."

Envy spased out his finger. “Fear makes people do stupid things. This will insure they don’t do anything too stupid.” He touched each and every one of them. It would leave them paralyzed for a while. It would also wake them up a tad bit earlier. When Envy saw them start to wake up he started to do his thing. “Good evening gentlemen. We are going to play a game. The winner…gets to keep his life. The losers…well you’ll see.” He said with a little giggle. “But first let’s get to know our contestants. And what better way to do that…then to check your wallets.” He looked at his sister. “Want to do the honors?”

"Okay bro." Sloth sashayed over to the confused men and snatched their wallets out of their vulnerable pockets. They took a moment to realize that she was the tart that had walked in and out of the club that night.
"Bait," one of them hissed, eyeing her with malice. "Big slut, aren't you? Doing your own brother."
Sloth just stuck her tongue out at him and checked his ID. "Mr Yuri Okami, is it? Brother, start with him first, pretty please."

He leaned over to the first contestant. “Yuri Okami. We haven’t even started the game and your already losing. You must not want to live as badly. I’m afraid I’m going to have to penalize your.” His hand went into the form of a sharp blade and he stabbed it in both his legs. He smiled as he listened to his screams of pain. “Oh boy have I missed this. Who’s the next player sis.”

Yuri's eyes widened when he realized his mistake. Envy was protective, and calling his sister a slut wasn't such a great move. He screamed in pain as he felt the sharp blade pierce his skin and meat, hitting bone and a whole lot of nerve receptors. He was bleeding on the floor profusely, but no one seemed to care. The other two guys were just quivering in fear.
Sloth stuck her tongue out at the man writhing in pain and skipped over to a skinny man with thick glasses. She smiled warmly (FAKE) and pulled his ID out. "Mr Miyazaki Iori. A ninja?" She blinked in surprise. "A Jounin."

“A ninja ehh? You must feel pretty scared without the use of your body or jutsus. Let’s just hope for your sake that being a jonin entertains me and not the other way around.” He then looked at the final man. “Now lets see this one’s ID sis”

Now Sloth went over to the big-boned man's chair and pulled his ID out. She read his name aloud, giggling a little at his picture. He looked like he had airbrushed it.. a lot. "Mr. Toshio Saeki. Dear heavens, that sounds like the kid from The Grudge, don't you think, brother?" she mused, remembering when she watched that movie. It was so scary she couldn't sleep for a while. Oh well. "But he was small and pale, skinny too. You're obviously not."

“I’ve never actually watched that one sis but by the sound of it I’m about to find out.” He said with a smile. “Ok, let’s start off with the first activity. Answer this question truthfully, because I’ll know when you’re lying (he won’t but it was just to scare them a bit): If you could say your last good-byes to anyone on this pathetic planet. Who would it be?”

Envy had his reasons for asking this question. A family man was more fun to play with not a loner with nothing to lose.

The big man was still too much in pain to even respond to the question. But seeing him, Sloth didn't really think he had much in the world to love, not even a person. He just seemed like too much of a douchebag to deserve love. Or at least, that was what she thought. So instead she turned to the two other men, the chubby one and the skinny one.
The chubby man, though his face was red at first, paled. Like Toshio! "My... my kids," he mumbled. "I don't care about my wife, but...my sons...."
"My brother," sobbed the skinny man. "My younger brother..."

Envy turned his arm into an electric eel and wiped it on the man who didn’t answer. “You really suck at this game. One more strike and you could be out.” He wiped him again for good measure sending pulses of electricity while he was at it. “Ok, were going to play musical chairs. The first one to explain the rules correctly gets some bonus points.”

"AGHHH!" He did have enough energy to scream even more. Now that the previous pain was being overridden by this spontaneous one, he could think just a little bit more and glare at Envy. He realized words right now would mean bad things for him. "You have to find a seat before the music stops, and if you don't, you're out," he mumbled sullenly. If they were going to play, he would have to play dirty to make up for his bum legs.
The other two men looked around in fear - there was no way to escape, even if they were released from their sheets. The entrance/exit was blocked by Sloth, who was watching mirthfully.

“You know what. YOUR SO INCORRECT IT’S PATHATIC!!” He shocked him an extra good time for fun. “Musical Chairs is a game where the players must sing beautifully music while sitting in there chairs. Sing to badly and…” He then gave the guy sitting next to him a shook from his arm. “Well let’s start hearing some music” He ordered.

Yuri, the man with the bleeding legs, gave Envy a look that could almost kill. He wished it could. In his mind Envy was sick and twisted, evil spawn of the devil himself. What he didn't bother thinking was that he deserved this torture, after years of being a douchebag. Douchebags will always be douchebags.
The other two men nervously (But obediently) started to belt out songs they knew the best, songs they hoped they would not stumble on accidentally - namely old Japanese songs like Mirai E by Kiroro and silly songs like the Alphabet song.