Greed was not happy. He knew there would be days like this one the moment he decided to become the dominant in the Once-lers' relationship. He gladly took the responsibility upon himself. Gent was too much of a push over, Oncie was too innocent, and Red was too unstable. Greed was strict, but he loved his other selves deeply.
That didn't stop him for being furious with them right then. He was disappointed and irritated at Oncie, and Gent for not calling him the moment this incident happened. Greed always kept a special cellphone on him for his subs to call him if they had an emergency, but he received no call. He had to find out about the situation after work, three hours after the incident happened. He was ready to beat Gent's ass for not deeming something like that an emergency. Oncie was getting a pass, because he'd been so traumatized that he could hardly say Greed's name, let alone explain what happened.
Greed tended to give Red a little more care and understanding, because his mind was almost gone. The red eyed Once-ler was almost child like in all things but sex and fighting. Sometimes Red would have full conversations with people who weren't even there. Greed took pity on the boy (as that's how Greed saw him), but even Red knew not to attack Oncie. When in his right mind, he knew Oncie was off limits to any form of violence.
Greed stormed into their bedroom, and was met with complete chaos. The place was a mess! There were picture frames shattered on the floor, fathers and fabric scattered around the room from the destroyed bed, and bloody claw marks in the walls. Greed became even more furious at Gent for not calling him after seeing the room, but quickly found his shaking target. Red was sitting in the corner of the room, his clothes for the day ruined with tares and blood. The oldest Once-ler had his fingers laced in his hair, his sharpened nails clawing at his scalp, as blood trickled down his face.
Greed could see the panic in Red's scarlet eyes, and felt some of his anger weaken. Greed kneeled down in front of Red, and sighed as Red begged, "I'm sorry Greed, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt him! I swear I didn't! Please don't be angry with me!"
Greed sighed and said, "Red, I'm not angry with you… I know you weren't trying to hurt Oncie. It was an accident…" Greed watched Red worriedly. He was concerned about the numerous claw marks on the boy's arms and torso. Red had been punishing himself again. Greed made a mental note to duct tape Red into a pair of oven mitts tomorrow morning
Greed saw Red's eyes glass over and realized that he was in a daze. Greed sighed, and gently pried the claws out of Red's scalp. Greed slowly stood the man up, and took him into the bathroom to clean his wounds.
Red was in bad shape. He'd attacked himself viciously, and was covered in deep scratches, and bite marks. It took a good hour and a half to get Red patched up, and clean. Red was a bit out of it for most of the treat meant, but came back near the end, asking about what had happened to him. Greedier had explained, and finished cleaning him up before he sent Red to a guest room to go to bed, as their room was destroyed.
Greed went back into the sitting room where Gent and Oncie were waiting. Oncie was sipping hot chocolate nervously, but seemed recovered a bit.
"Gent!?" Greed snapped.
"Y-yes sir?" Gent said.
"Did you take care of Oncie's wounds!?"
"Y-yes sir…"
"Good. Oncie, go on to bed, I moved us to the largest guest bedroom, as our own is a wreck. Red should be asleep already, he looked pretty out of it."
Oncie paled slightly, and Greedier said, "He didn't mean to hurt you Oncie… If he Hurts you, and you know he's in his right mind, then I'll make sure he won't do it again, alright?"
Oncie nodded, and got up to go to bed. Once Greed and Gent were alone Greed began the lecture.
"Gent… I'm extremely disappointed in you! You may not be the oldest here, but I know you're more responsible then that! I told you to call me if there was an emergency! This is an emergency, Gent!"
Gentler flinched, and nodded his head. "I'm sorry, sir…" Gent said, with a breaking voice. "I didn't know what to do, and you always tell us not to call unless it's an emergency, but I don't know how big of an emergency you mean…"
Greed scoffed at that and said, "Then what emergency were you thinking of!? If one of you is dead!?" Gent flinched, and Greed sighed, before continuing, "Look, Gent, if one of you is bleeding, and it requires more then one of the bandaids in the first aid kit, for one wound, then you call me… That's my lowest standard for an emergency. Alright?" Gent nodded, and kept his eyes down cast. Greed sighed and pecked Gent on the lips, before giving him a hug. "I love you three, and I don't want you to be hurt… Any of you…" Gent nodded, in understanding, before being led to bed by, a much happier, Greed.
