Without even thinking properly, I dashed out of the jewelry store with Clark scrambling after me, calling my name. Damn it. I was way too close in proximity to the two for them to not notice the princess of Amestris just stumbling out of a jewelry store in frantic nature. Not to mention, a state alchemist wearing his military uniform blundering right after me.

I ignored the unwelcomed stares of the civilians as I pushed my way through. Hell with it if they saw me. I had to tell Father. As long as Father knew, everything will be fine...hopefully. My mind raced with the small exchange "Desiree" had held with the strange stalker man. She had called him Greed. There was a time when the Fuhrer had been the a homunculus that there was a group of them - seven. All represented in some shape or form of the sins that we humans possess, one of the most crucial ones named Greed.

Father himself hadn't had much association with the particular homunculus (the homunculi who did have particular associations with him never actually lived long...considering he incinerated Lust in a matter of minutes after realizing who she was and then pretty much tossed Envy in the flames of hell when he came to formally met that one). But he's heard from plenty others that Greed tended to be the one that defects over to the opposite side of who he was originally working for, at one point taking over the body of the prince of Xing, Ling Yao. He was considered an ally to Amestrians and a friend to the Xingese people of the Yao Clan as well as the once famous Fullmetal Alchemist (Father "affectionately" calls him shortmetal alchemist at time...though I met him once and I didn't really find him short at all).

But the very FACT that the princess had called that man Greed HAD to mean something. No matter how bad a parent could be at naming a child, they would never name their son over something so horrid and ridiculous and embarrassing overall, not to mention the bad connotations.

"Hey, call my Father!"I called, running up to the mansion door. I burst in, bumping right into...oh well looks like Father was here after all. Wait...why was Father here again? He should be at work in his office...

I felt flames for a moment surrounding me. "Where WERE YOU!?" he hollered angrily. I screeched jumping back. Right...my tutoring session...that I had completely ditched and forgotten about..."And YOU, Ice Alchemist!" he pointed threateningly at the newbie. Precariously, I noticed he wore his ignition gloves. "Why were you with her!?"

"I saw her on the street, sir!" Clark quickly straightened himself, saluting, "She told me she was on her break, so I decided to accompany her to make sure she's safe!"

Damn it...that lie's out.

Father glared at me, his face resembling a rabid wolf. "Oh, DID she? Well where was she particularly going in this break time, huh?"

"A jewelry store, sir! She met up with a woman whose name is Anna!"

Father waved his hand at Clark. "Go. Dismissed." With one strong arm, he yanked me inside and closed the door. The moment I felt his grip around my arm, I began planning my eulogy. I've learned to distinguish the yanks these years around. There's the frantic one when he's trying to escape the reporters or an onslaught of women he hadn't plan to come. There's the calm one where he seems to be angry with me to keep up the appearance of a stern and loving father.

Then there's this one.

With the force of a hundred bears that could YANK the arm right out of my socket.

"I thought I made it CLEAR to you that you are NOT to be ditching your courses anymore! Being the Fuhrer's daughter only means you need to be educated MORE than to be SNEAKING AWAY!" I tried to glance away but he had nailed me frozen with the look in his eyes. "And why were you visiting ANNA? Isn't she the one who made your transmutation bracelet." His eyes widened as if realizing something. I cursed within. Having a smart parent is great. Having an intelligent parent is a whole new matter. He raised my wrist to his eye level as he grasped the single charm, feeling it carefully. He seemed to have calmed down slightly after realizing I was still wearing the same normal boring transmutation circle that I've already learned and was allowed to learn. He dropped my arm. "I left my journal out on the coffee table one night. You did NOT go snooping around in it, did you? Because if you deliberately disobeyed me-"

"Father," I finally interrupted, "I know what both you and Mom are capable of. I'd be someone digging my own grave if I disobeyed you two."

Father squinted his eyes, scrutinizing me. However, I was confident. Both of my parents were charmingly amazing liars, and the genetics did not fail to apply to me. Ever since I was young, I realized both of my parents had trouble distinguishing my lies from my truths. Now was no different. "More importantly," I quickly grasped the silent chance, "I heard something when I was visiting Anna. Desiree Martins, that princess you're seeing, she met up with that man stalking me the other night. But she called him something weird. She literally called him Greed!"

Father took another pause. "Greed?"

I nodded. "And I didn't see any weird tattoos on them like you described the homunculi back then to have."

There was a prolonged silence. "Go back to your studies," he finally spoke, "I need to think about this." And with that, he patted me on the shoulder with a serious grip and left the mansion.

I didn't think back much after that. I was stupid. Here in my great big mansion of Father, the feared and respected Flame Alchemist, your walls go down and you simply forget what a dangerous world it is. Which was the exact trap I fell into, the exact trap they took advantage of.

There was this feeling in the middle of my sleeping that woke me up. The feeling of red eyes that somehow watched me with curiosity and a hint of threat. I sat up, scoping the dark room and found nothing that stared back at me. Unsettled, I settled myself deeper into my blankets, giving my room one last glance.

Then a hand went over my mouth and a rambunctious laughter. "Sorry, girlie!" a familiar voice chortled, "I told you I don't fight women so don't pick me on that. Technically I'm not fighting you at all!"

The darkness descended.