Greed awoke, bound tightly to a plain bed with thick iron cords. After a few moments if struggling wildly he laid back. What the hell? He thought, these cords aren't even budging and they're starting to cut into my flesh -I'm not regenerating.

"Where the hell am I?" he looked around, he was in a well furnished room filled with money and other beautiful items that Greed had been dying to get his hands on. The strangest thing of all was the dark figure sitting on the edge of the bed, he was humming peacefully in a deep baritone.

His spiky black hair contrasting the white fur collar of his vest, his arms were bare and incredibly muscular. The man seemed vaguely familiar.

"What the hell is going on?" he shouted at the top of his lungs, not realizing why the very sight of the man angered him so.

The man looked over his shoulder and smiled, revealing his unusually sharp canines, he leaned over the bound homunculus and stroked his cheek in a manner that could be mistaken for nothing other than possessive, "Good morning, beautiful."

Greed immediately found the gesture unsettling, he swallowed hard and tried to put together his words"Wh-who are you?"

"I'm Greed."

For a split second, Greed's eyes widened, then he laughed with all the pride and dignity of a homunculus, even in his current situation, "Cute, so you're some kind of psychotic fan boy?"

Greed chuckled,"I'm not a fan, Greedling, I'm you, or more accurately, your a piece of me. I came first." he said to the bound homunculus.

"What? You're fucking deluded. Even if it were true how could we be-"
Suddenly, to prove his authenticity, Greed's ultimate shield slid over his entire body, "You are the fake one in this instance, kid. A cheap imitation of the original, lets see you do that."

"Easy!" shouted Greed, but when he tried it, he found that nothing happened.

Greed laughed, "You're human, kid, you may not have a momma, but you have no special powers, no regenerating abilities. I could kill you right here, and you wouldn't come back," to emphasize his point Greed pressed his talon like nails into the younger's jugular.

The pony-tailed Greed continued to deny it, "You aren't me." he growled softly.

Greed sighed, then out of no where, mashed his lips into the other's, muffling his screams as every memory he'd repressed into the recesses of his mind came to the surface. The younger male screamed over and over as the other moved his lips against his own. Young Greed's eyes were wide with agony, shock, fear and horror, more from the memories it brought then the kiss itself.

Greed, the one true Greed pulled away from his victim, wiping the hot tears off of his flawless face before leaning into his neck, "Starting to put two and two together, babe?" he asked softly.

"Y-you're-" as hard as he tried, he couldn't make the tears stop flowing... His friends... This was him... he killed them. He tossed them out like pieces of garbage when they were really all he ever wanted in the world.

"That's right, beautiful," he said softly, taking advantage of his state by sliding his hands under the other's shirt, "I'm the true you, you have no right to call yourself Greed."

For a moment, Greedling just stared, then his eyes narrowed, "Neither do you. As I recall, you threw out just as much as I did."

"That's where you're wrong, kid."

It was then that the door to this room creeked open, "Mister Greed..." Greedling recognized the voice immediately, "Sorry to interrupt-"

"By all means, come in." said Greed, getting off of Greedling to sit on the edge of the bed again.

The door opened slowly, and in came Bido, wringing his hands, "Mister Greed, who's your friend?" he asked looking over to the shocked man on the bed.

"I call him Greedling, Bido, why don't you introduce yourself?" said Greed.

Bido walked over to the man, "Hello, Greedling, I am Bido." he said.

Greedling was just shocked... he remembered holding Bido in his arms, he remembered his last words.

"but, I'm your friend..."

"Bido, is that really you?"

"Huh?" Bido looked over to Greed, "Mister Greed, he sounds just like you!"

Greed laughed, "Yup."

Then the door opened again and in came Roa, "Greed, there's been an uprising in the north..." he said.

"Roa, you're alive?" said Greedling.

Then tow others stepped out from behind him, a silent Dolcetto, and a beautiful Martel... He remembered seeing all of them die, he remembered killing Roa just to prove a point...

What the hell is going on here?

What the hell is going on?