When the man you love has nothing upon his mind but money, power and beautiful women it's unlikely he can reciprocate your feelings. Those fairy tales where the selfish, greedy man sees the wrong in his ways when his secret admirer, usually less beautiful than his chosen, tells him so are no where near reality.
This man shall never change until the day he dies. He shall always have two women at his side- unless he's having his way with one (or more) of them- a pocket full of cash, and always on the search to make himself more influential... if only to have his way, have more women, and have more cash.
This man that I love with his short, spiked hair and fair complexion shall never be mine. His eyes that are such an impossible purple-pink, usually hidden by shades. He cares about his minions- including me- but he cannot love. At least not in the way most women want.
He's not like most people. Physically he looks unlike others, but still human. That tattoo that he bares is proof of his undying age and strength. He will, in all likelihood, out live me. But no complaints will fall from my lips. I will serve him until the last breath leaves me without any requests of repayment.
I didn't know that was exactly what he did for me.
Twenty minutes w/ distractions slapped into fanfiction. Do I lack naming abilities? Yes. Q_Q
Anyway, I was thinking of this kind of a prolouge to a sliiiiightly AU FMA fanfic, but.. I forgot what the original plot was going to be, LOL.
If I remember it again I'll make it... maybe :c
Yay Greed3
~Kat