Red [ M / ZeldaWolfy ]

He wanted it all. Money, women, status. He wanted everything that ever existed under the sun, everything that breathed, everything that didn’t breathe. He was greedy. What could he say? He lived up to his name, and it wasn’t as if he regretted it, either. Having all the fame and fortune in the world would make any man happy, but for Greed, enough just wasn’t enough. And it never would be. He’d keep reaching and reaching and reaching until the sun itself was his to look down upon. Greed outstretched an arm in front of him, closing his fist in a way that made it seem he’d already claimed victory. But over what? Could he truly be happy with what he had if… if that witch Dante continued to have the other Homunculi dog him down? Greed gritted his teeth. The old hag was in the way of him getting what he truly wanted. And that was a lot of things, but mainly, he wanted immortality. If he never died… Oh-ho, all the fun he would have! He could live on, forever and ever, collecting everything he wanted, squashing whatever was a nuisance to him, and just being…well…greedy. The thought made him feel absolutely giddy inside. What better than a world where all was his?

But now, he was stuck. What could he do? The Philosopher’s Stone he had wasn’t technically his—like he cared—and as long as Dante had the other Homunculi on her side, he’d always be in danger of being dragged back and locked up. She’d always told him that his greed would be his downfall. To hell what that. Why would he be named Greed, if he wasn’t greedy? But that old hag always had to ruin everything. Every single day, that pair of Lust and Gluttony would come, giving him a warning that Dante was losing her patience. He didn’t give a damn about the patience of an old woman, and he’d bothered to tell Lust that, as well. But sultry as always, she’d found a way of digging her verbal dagger right up into his ribcage. Dante had the bones of his “original” form, but as far as he was concerned, that didn’t play into anything at all. If only…he could get his hands on another Philosopher’s Stone! If only he could get another one, so he could completely wipe out the woman behind the stage, pulling all the strings on her little marionette dolls. It was time the woman was taught a lesson, and Greed was more than ready to give it to her. After being locked away for so long, for being a “threat” to everything, he was ready to do all he could to kick ass and hopefully win the other Homunculi on his side. Having Envy as an ally would be great, he thought, because that devious bastard could help him attain anything with his shapeshifting powers. Smirking, Greed plopped himself down underneath a tree, one knee up, the other leg stretched out, his right arm draped over his right knee lazily as he concocted a plan in his mind.

He was sure Dante knew his every move…so how could he get ahold of a Philosopher’s Stone without anyone knowing? How could he quickly and quietly dispose of her without immediately turning all Homunculi against him? They should be thanking him for his plotting…he was going to set them all free from the damned curse they were held in…the marionette show they were forced to perform.

Greed didn’t want to wait. No…no, he really didn’t. If he had to, he’d go find Lust and rip the Philosopher’s Stone right out of her chest. Of course, then, he’d have to deal with Gluttony, but with two Philosopher’s Stones… would he really have to worry? The more he thought about it, the more he wished it was doable. He’d be killing two birds with one stone. Getting rid of another pesky, interfering Homunculi, and achieving another Philosopher’s Stone. The plan was foolproof… if only it was a plan to begin with. One cannot start with a plan that would undoubtedly just be a dud. After all, what would a dud get him? Nothing. And Greed didn’t want nothing. Greed wanted everything. And he couldn’t tell himself that enough. Was it so wrong to want to roll in wealth, to have women hanging off your arms as if you were their life support? Of course not. It was only sensible to want. After all…humans want all the time. Just none of them as much as Greed.

Greed stared out at the horizon, eying it as though it would come to him and lay at his feet, kissing and adoring the ground he walked on. Oh, yes, Dante. There will come a day where you bow down at my feet and beg for mercy! Greed thought, the corners of his mouth tweaking up into a halfhearted, sadistic grin. What else would be more satisfying than watching her bleed out on the floor of her own house. Now he just sounded mad… but Greed wanted what he wanted. And maybe…immortality could wait. Despite wanting everything, Greed wasn’t stupid. He knew he couldn’t achieve everything with the snap of his fingers. Oh, how he wished he could, but he couldn’t. If he was to attain every little thing he’d ever wanted, he’d have to use cunning and wit, and his crew of dependable outcasts, to get what he wanted. They knew him, his crew. And they knew they were outcasts and had nowhere better to be, nowhere better to go. Roa, Dolcetto, and Martel. His trustworthy gang of chimeras that helped him achieve what he desired. But somehow, Greed had the strangest sneaking suspicion that they weren’t going to be able to help him kill Dante. After all, he wanted badly to be the one to see that she came to an end. And he’d be damned if anyone beat him to it.

Greed had been about to get up and leave to his gang of three when he heard a silky sweet voice. Turning his head, Greed laid eyes on a fairly attractive woman, at an age he couldn’t decipher. She looked sweet and innocent enough, desirable in her own way, but what she was doing all the way out here by herself was something Greed was most interested in. “…Hello,” Greed commented coolly, taking his sweet time with looking her over again. “What are you doing out here all alone, missy? The big bad wolf could come and get you, you know.” Greed straightened and chuckled, “Those wolves. Greedy bastards, aren’t they?”

Greed could tell from the very start, he wasn’t controlling the situation. And he didn’t like it. The woman before him seemed to demand attention, respect. There was a glint in her eye that made him think that that attention and respect wasn’t completely holy, either. Greed blinked when she guessed her name, and he narrowed his eyes. “Just who the hell are you?” He questioned, “Watched me spawn? Unless you’re like Pride, with the ‘Ultimate Eye.’ But even then…” Greed chuckled. “That would’ve been impossible.” As the conversation continued, Greed continued to like it less and less. It was as though she did have Pride’s ‘Ultimate Eye,’ although…for perception, instead. Greed made a small, disapproving noise in the back of his throat and eyed her. Greed couldn’t tell if he wanted her around, or if he wanted her gone. Either way, she didn’t look like she was going to go anywhere, so Greed would have to try and take advantage of the situation to turn it around, so he could control it again. It was amazing how restless he could get when he didn’t have every little thing within his arm’s length under his control. Insane, really.

Greed chuckled at her next comment, “That one’s right on the money, honey,” he stated blandly, no longer caring how she knew that or not. It was evident she held a veil of mystery around her, and it didn’t seem like she was going to share. Was she like him? Did she want to manipulate him into getting what she most desired? Greed stiffened. Unlikely. Greed’s eyes wandered from her eyes to her hand when she held something out, emitting a faint red glow. Greed’s eyes widened. He knew immediately what that was. And he wanted it. But Greed faltered in snatching it from her hands. There had to be a catch. And anyways, she said ‘maybe.’ How could someone who wasn’t straightforward about helping or not be of any use to him? Either she was going to follow along with his plans, not for her own benefit, or he’d find somebody who would. But still…the fact that the Philosopher’s Stone was right in his grip… How could he simply walk away from this? It was right there… Right there.

Greed straightened and looked down on the slightly shorter female. “What’s the catch?” Greed’s mouth rolled into a thin line as he stared at her, “I don’t trust you. And I don’t even know your name.” Greed rolled his eyes inwardly. Not that it’d matter to me… You have what I want, and I will get it from you, whether I have to take it by force or not.

[ I’m going by the Homunculi in FMA, even though they change in FMAB. So Pride is the Fuhrer. And I’m bringing my own personal word to 400 just so it doesn’t get repetitive for you. ^___^ Just thought you should know that. ]