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AN: Not much to say about this month... Sorry. Usually, I have something witty to put in here, but there's honestly not too much to say. XD

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Month 7, Day 13

The Crimson Alchemist stood, allowing the rain to just drench him.

When he had been younger, back when he was still considered a normally-functioning member of society, he had always enjoyed immensely the rain. Just… standing in it, letting it wash away his cares, his sorrows, his doubts, his fears, his worries. But... joining the military changed that. Becoming a bloodthirsty warmonger can make one forget the simple pleasures of an un-wilted daisy or a good thundershower.

"You're getting soaked, Crimson. If you catch cold and die of pneumonia, I could never forgive myself."

Greed stood just below the overhang above the doorway, his tattooed hand pressing open the door to peer out at the wet alchemist with shaded eyes.

"Please, a little water never hurt anyone," Kimbley retorted, "and I didn't know I mattered so much to you."

Sauntering into the rain, Greed sighed. His hair began to flatten against his skull and stick to his cheekbones as he placed his hands onto Kimbley's the small of Kimbley's back to pull him close, rainwater running down the both of them.

"How many times do I have to go through this with you? That's a bunch of bullshit, Crimson. You know how much I… how much you mean to me," murmured the sin, imploring with his eyes for Kimbley to place his hands on him… anywhere.

Finally, the alchemist gave in and allowed his arms to dangle limply upon Greed's shoulders, his marked hands gripping the tight muscles as their bodies drew nearer to one another.

"…Maybe I just wanna hear you say it."

Greed closed his eyes and smiled widely for a moment, his hands trailing down to Kimbley's bulging melon of a stomach.

"Fine then, Crimson. I love you. Happy?"

The bomber relaxed and allowed the sin to pull their bodies into a single being. Never before had Kimbley ever felt so close to someone; even when he and Greed first had sex, there had been no connection whatsoever, and was to be forgotten swiftly after it had happened. But now… things were different.

Things were better.

Finally, Kimbley answered quietly, pressing his forehead to Greed's, "Very."

BANG.

"Greed, we got a message from Dorochet!! He said that--!!"

Marta, the snake chimera, stopped short after bursting through the door, her mouth pausing mid-sentence. Slowly, she stumbled backwards at the sight, her eyes beginning to widen.

"What… is going on here…?!"

Quickly unlatching his arms from Kimbley's waist, the Homunculus bit his lip and fumbled through the file-cabinet that was his brain for excuses.

Kimbley managed to answer first, however, and wasn't very nice about it as he said, "I don't think that's any of your business, freak," with a dominating hand still gripping Greed's arm.

Marta growled, seething angrily, "You're the one who's the freak, what with that thing growing inside you!"

The alchemist winced, opening his mouth to spew more venomous remarks, but Greed placed a protective arm around his neck.

"Hey, hey, we don't need to be starting a fight, here. How about… Marta, you leave, and not mention what you saw here, and I'll follow you to see what Dorochet wants. Sound good?"

The snake chimera nodded, still unsure, as Greed broke from Kimbley's side.

But… Kimbley couldn't stand the thought of Greed leaving.

"But Greed--!"

"I'll make sure you're not disturbed anymore, Crimson. Obviously, my presence away from my faithful chimeras makes them a tad too curious," the sin muttered as Marta stalked off ahead of him.

"Please—please don't leave me alone!" the Crimson Alchemist begged, his fingers clutching desperately to Greed's jacket. He didn't care how pathetic it was—seven years in prison can make even the most hardened of psychopaths crack under the strain of loneliness. And Greed… he had been so perfect to him. Even if this was to be a curse, he was willing to bear it… all for him.

Turning only a few moments, the Homunculus took hold of Kimbley's shaking hand and pried it from his jacket, saying quietly, "I'm sorry. It'll just a little while, I promise."

And with that, Greed's hand slipped from the alchemist's reach, and he was left all alone in the roaring rain.

Month 7, Day 31

Slowly, Kimbley's room began to grow colder and darker. Each passing second was a painful moment of solitude and isolation, and he wasn't quite sure of what to do with himself. In his fingers he twiddled absently the green stem of a daisy—even as it was beginning to wilt, it still retained a semblance of… prettiness.

Still, he felt he was going to go even more insane if he sat there any longer by himself.

Then he remembered… he actually had someone to talk to. It was an insane thought, yes, but it was better than talking to a wall.

"…I don't know why I agreed to it in the first place," he said finally into the darkness, his voice sounding strange, alien, and raspy amidst the silence.

He chuckled nervously, continuing, "I knew he was a freak, but…" he paused to sigh reflectively, "…I just couldn't refuse him. He was so… different, so foreign, so fascinating, that I just had to give in to him. You could say that I love—"

Kimbley stopped mid-sentence to rest his tattooed palms on his abdomen.

"But now look what's happened. I should have known that messing with a germ could only get me a disease."

The alchemist shut his eyes and conjured up a faded image of Greed, his violet eyes softening as they fell upon him, his razorblade teeth forming a smile as he came into view… but it suddenly began to waver as tears began to streak down his face.

"And now I'm stuck with you. I sure as Hell don't want you, but I guess it doesn't matter what I want, now, does it?" he murmured pitifully to the thing growing I his guts. "No, I had to be stuck with you, and he probably doesn't even give a damn about me."

He spit out the words like poison, wanted to be rid of them, all for the sake of clearing his thought of all things related to that damn Homunculus.

But it would seem that no matter how much venom was regurgitated, no matter the amount he ranted on and on in ways pertaining to his hate for his fate and his loathing for Greed… he would always recall, in the end, how much he truly adored that beast.

…And how much he was actually excited for the month after next.


Apologies for the OOC emo-ness. D: It gets better, I swear! XD

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