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"Now why should I listen to you?" Greed chuckled, but his hands did slowly leave my body and go back to his sides and he moved to my right. I slowly took steps backward away from him, trying to balance myself, and studied the military man at the same time. Oh... he's kind of cute!
I studied the scene for another second, then straightened up and stepped forward. "Whoa, whoa just wait a second." I announced, making their heads turn to me. "Who are you and who gave you the permission of telling my boss what to do?"
Greed's mouth dropped open and his eyes widened, probably because that seems like something I would never say.
I smiled and stepped closer to Greed, but moved out of reach again when he tried to put a hand on my shoulder.
The man's hand slid around behind his back and he pulled a small handgun from the pouch on his belt. I stared at him for a moment, waiting for him to either take his finger off the trigger or shoot a hole in his pants. That would be a laugh.
He removed his finger from the trigger and smiled sweetly, "My name is Jean Havoc. Rank, 2nd Lieutenant."
In one swift motion, Greed stepped closer to me and all but threw me behind him. "No ideas." He growled. Off balance from being thrown, I grabbed Greed's shoulders to stay upright.
I leaned to the side to see Jean, my uneven blonde hair brushing against my face and tickling me, bringing a small smile to my lips. "It's nice to beat- I mean meet you, Jean." I giggled at my own near slip, saying 'it was nice to beat you up' would have gotten me shot.
"Let's go before you say anything else stupid." Greed grumbled, grabbing me roughly by the wrist.
Jean said something that I couldn't make out, and then we were gone. Around three corners before I fully registered what was happening. His sharp, shielded nails dug into my skin, drawing blood and causing pain. Lots of pain, dammit! I hopped on one foot behind him and swung the other forward as hard as I could towards the back of his knees.
My cry of surprised pain seemed abnormally loud in the quiet hallway, but it was completely justified. From what I could tell, at least one of my toes was broken; I could feel the blood seeping through my sock.
Greed turned his head to me and smirked, "I thought you might try that, so I left my legs shielded."
"Bastard." I muttered. I should've expected that.
Still in pain, I sat down on the floor and removed my shoe and sock on the injured foot. Tentatively, I tried to press my toes straight again and winced. Yep, definitely broken. I grabbed my sock and ripped it into strips, which I tied around my toes twice to keep them still. I slipped my shoe back on and hopped back to my feet, using the wall as a support.
Greed, who had been waiting impatiently for me, turned and kept walking with one hand in his pants pocket. I began to follow him, but as soon as I put weight on my injured foot I fell flat on my face. What I've learned today: 1- It's never a good idea to hit or kick Greed, it usually results in bruises or broken bones. 2- I shouldn't try to put weight on my injured foot for a while.
Greed looked over his shoulder to check that I was following, and sighed. "All you've been doing today is making me look weak, and yourself look foolish."
"It's not my fault, you did this to me." I retorted as he came back.
He stood over me for a bit, then unexpectedly scooped me up in his arms, throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of grain.
"Hey!" I exclaimed, "Put me down!"
He ignored me, and I ineffectually pounded his back with my fists. Being near him makes me uncomfortable, so this is awful for me even not counting my foot.
A few minutes later, Greed set me down near a door. The one that led to the room Lust, Gluttony, Envy and Wrath were in. I scooted backwards to lean against the cool metal.
"Greed?" I asked, looking up to see him leaning against the door, arms crossed and staring straight forward. No answer. "Can you please talk to me?"
He looked down at me, bored face assuming a smirk. "Sure, what do you want to talk about?"
"Where are we going to go after this?" I questioned.
"I don't know yet." He replied.
Before I could ask him anything else though, there was a tooth-rattling BOOM from behind us and I turned to see the wall beginning to crumble. Greed grabbed me around the waist and dove forward before I could protest, and a second later the wall exploded where we had just been sitting.
"Fullmetal Alchemist," I located the source of the deep voice, a man with an X-shaped scar on his forehead standing in the hole where a wall used to be. "I will give you no more warnings; take your brother and leave."
I tentatively put weight on my injured foot, and found that I could stand without leaning on the wall. I then looked down the three hallways left, right and center, and picked one without thinking. "Whatever," I growled, "I'm leaving this freak show." I stomped down the hall, but didn't get very far before there was another loud BOOM. This time the left hand wall in front of me exploded. What the hell is going on here?
I coughed, squinting my eyes against the dust in the air. Through the slowly settling powder, I saw a man standing in the new hole. His long, black hair was pulled into a low ponytail, and his light brown eyes gleamed with a maniac light that gave me a pretty good idea why he was wearing prison clothes.
Footsteps pounded up behind me, and I turned my head just in time to see Greed shove me into the wall. My shoulder slammed into the hard cement just before my back did, and I couldn't help but let out a small startled noise. As I stood up, I coughed into my hand. Warm wetness splattered the palm, and I looked at it to see that it was blood. I straightened up and wiped my palm on my black shirt before turning my attention to Greed.
What the hell?" I shouted, "You could've just run around me!" He ignored me and smiled at the man. "Geez, you're so abusive." I muttered
Roa ran by a few seconds later, followed closely by Dorochet. "See! They know not to push me!" I yelled as I followed Roa and Dorochet up to his side. "Hey... Greed, Look! Guys?" I flailed my arms in their faces in an attempt to get their attention, but got nothing. What am I, invisible?
"Oh... hey Mayumi." Roa said quietly, but he kept his eyes forward and didn't look at me.
"Dorochet!" I snapped, whipping my head to glare at him. He spun around and gave me a confused look, which made me giggle. He looked at me for a second, then giggled as well. The moment passed, and I turned to Greed with a sigh. "Ughhh... Greed, listen to me." I groaned.
I stepped towards him and crossed my arms, smirk forming on my face. "Let's see if this works." I mutter to myself, then. "Dorochet, can you lift me up for a second?"
Dorochet must have heard the smirk in my voice, because he laughed. "Sure but I don't want to know what you're doing." I flashed him a quick smile, me being 5 foot 4 and Greed being the super tall giant he is, my plan wouldn't work without Dorochet's help.
Dorochet bent down and wrapped his arms tightly around my knees, lifting me up slowly to make sure he didn't drop me. He walked closer to Greed, until I was right in his face. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes for a moment, then opened them again and puckered my lips. Leaning forward so that our lips were almost touching, I waited for him to pucker up as well. Once he did I smirked, leaned back, and smacked him across the face with as much open-palmed force as I could muster.
Surprise flitted across his face, and I knew that it would be followed by anger. "Move back!" I yelled, "He's gonna hit me!" Dorochet backed up several steps and loosened his death grip on my legs, letting me slide down into his arms. Once I was on the ground though, he tightened his grip again, keeping his arms around me so that Greed couldn't strike me.
"No," I said, pushing his arms away, "It's okay, I deserve whatever he's going to do. I've been disobeying him lately." I admitted as he let go of me. I stepped closer to Greed and closed my eyes, spreading my arms, making myself an easy target for whatever punishment he would dole out to me. "Okay, I'm ready." I sighed, preparing for a very hard, probably shielded, punch to the face, but after a few seconds of nothing, I cracked an eye to see him doing... absolutely nothing!
But I was wrong, his expression shifted suddenly, and then he made his move. Rough hands grabbed my cheeks and pulled my face closer to his, crushing our lips together. My eyes shot all the way open to affirm the fact. Greed was kissing me! One of his hands moved to the nape of my neck and the other made its way down to the middle of my back, pulling me closer to him. I struggled to get away, but as I discovered earlier, you can't escape a homunculus's grasp.