A/N: This is for the prompt "C: Cling" in the LJ comm "a_to_z_prompts". Cling sounded interesting and the first couple I thought up was Greed/Ling. This is going too be written in Ling's POV so beware of some OOC-ness! ;) This drabble makes me feel like I'm ranting even though Ling's the one who's doing that. I think I'm kind of off-track too. o3o
Seduce
"This wasn't hate. This wasn't love. It was right on the border of the two. That's why I continue to cling onto you."
One might ask if greed was a good thing. I think that it can't be described as good or bad, pleasant or uncomfortable. To me, sometimes it's a nuisance and sometimes it's my everything, my world. And in a twisted sort of way, it does indeed make up much of my life. As the 12th heir of Xing, I have many rivals who share the same goal with me, to become the heir. And that's when the greed that is born along with our minds, start to wreck havoc. It might sound foolish, and at first, I would agree, that it is foolish to succumb to greed. But that's not for me too say anymore.
I think I hate greed. Actually, I hate greed. A lot. I hate the sin and him along with it. He took over my world, my body, yet I don't mind having him. He's walking around with my body, talking with my voice, he could become the heir himself, yet I keep on clinging onto him like a loyal puppy who follows his master around. Why, I wonder, that no matter what he does too me, I can't find the strength too kick him out of my body, regain control?
It's the will. The determination. Every time I see him, every time I encounter him, the wall I built to protect me from greed collapses. Maybe, it's our similarities, maybe, I've gone insane, but who would really try to continue to cling onto you? Me.
It's the abnormal amount of greed, it's pouring into me ever since you've taken over my body, and now I'm as greedy as you. I'm greedy enough too never let go of you. Greed has taken over me, and as I'm uselessly clinging onto you, I believe that my actions are caused because of your greed. But now, as I stare at you take over my life, I think that you have somehow persuaded me to your will. And I have fallen into your trap, and now I obey you. I could let go. I could easily let go. But I can't. Because no matter how hard I try, it feels like my hands are glued to you as I try to move them. And in the end, I haven't done anything as I meekly try to struggle against you.
Sometime I remember, in this everlasting darkness, how I ended up here. Too the time, where I had control and I could walk on this world on my free will, when I was Ling, a prince, and not Greed, a homunculus. And sometimes, I laugh manically because I'm thinking that I'm the one controlling you, because I'm hugging you tightly and I never want to let go and that you'll never be free. But deep inside, I know. I know that I'm making up lies. I'm making up lies for you too fool myself. Isn't it funny, how you control me like a puppeteer with great skill?
I think I'm obsessed with greed. I think I'm obsessed with you. Even if I can no longer walk the world with my own eyes and my own feet, I'm happy with my world. I'm happy, because Greed is here with me.