The Hunt.
Of the things that may happen when a rebel and a subordinate get trapped inside the wolf's lair, with the cubs on the lose inside.
Disc.: I don't own FMA. If I did, people would't review my Envy fics saying that I'm too obsessed with Envy... don't you think? (as out of place as it might be -)
Close Enough.
He craddled her in his arms, almost counting their breaths as they hid inside the old wardrobe. One misplaced movement and the wood would creak, and they would know they were there.
Frankly, Greed was suspicious of why they hadn't found them yet. Wasn't Envy with them? They should have tracked them down by now.
Martel found herself pressed a little too hard against the homunculus' chest, but a sound would lose them, so she didn't struggle.
A couple of voices approached the wardrobe from the outside. One belonged to a woman, and one to a child.
"Shouldn't we check this old moth-box, mamma?" the kid suggested.
The woman took some time before she spoke again. "Useless, Wrath. Would you picture the sin of Greed hiding there?"
"How would I, I don't know that guy." he answered with what seemed a shrug.
"Let's move on, or Envy will be upset."
"Yes mamma."
The two voices faded.
The resigned shark smile appeared in Greed's face. His constantly sliding sunglasses revealed a 'that was close' look. Martel sighed.
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