A/N: Two chapters in 72 hours. Hot damn. Thank you to those who came back and read it, and the reviewer. You are so very welcome. I have enjoyed writing it so far and as I continue to, I am hoping it remains just as good to read.

Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist, FMA: Brotherhood, movies, and characters are all owned by Hiromu Arakawa. "Ridi" is owned by Riley Killer.

Dominance

The only noise in the alley that they stood in was that of their breathing, and a rat that saw squeaking and rummaging in the garbage. Eyes transfixed on the wall in front of them, and pink lips pulled down into a frown as emerald eyes with cat slits studied the barrier critically. She flicked her black hair over her shoulder, and began to check her nails.

"They messed up the jaw and our eyes are too close together." She concluded with a huff, "Well it's clearly not Armstrong here making the posters."

The man sighed as he stared at the paper they'd had been so taken by, "For crimes against the Führer…" He looked up towards the darkening sky. "She became involved."

"Idiot." His female accomplice muttered. She shifted from one heeled foot to the other, the cloak around her swaying as it covered her black donning form. She scratched lightly at her cheek, fingerless gloves on her hand and growled through gritted teeth, "What did she go do a stupid thing like that?" She twisted to the old man accusingly, "Where would she even have a chance to get close to the old man?"

He rubbed at his chin as he regarded the homunculus, camera bag over his chest and his gaze lidded, his lips a simple line. "Who knows? Perhaps she stormed the Central Headquarters and miraculously survived the gunfight." He looked down towards her hand, gloved but hiding away the symbol of Ouroboros. "It is not as if you wouldn't. Who is to say the affect your creation had on her?" He had already hypothesized several, but suspected it would bring him much more fulfillment when their trails crossed again.

"I'm the better half." She purred smugly, "I'd walk away and they'd have all fallen down."

"Except for Bradley." He groaned as he rubbed the bridge of his nose turning back towards the poster. The very familiar face of less than charming, delinquent Femgreed he'd met in the other room staring back at him. He would probably discover her name at some point, but for the time being, he didn't bother to dwell on it as he read the poster once again.

Unknown

For Crimes by Association against the State and attacking Führer Bradley.

WANTED: ALIVE.

"They'll have the armies out on the manhunt for her." The artificial human muttered, she smiled, "At least they want her alive." She perked, "Do you think I could take her then, after the military's swiped her up?"

"No!" He snapped, his eyes blazed for a moment in fury and he watched the creature take a step back as he felt irritation spike to it's fullest. Pulling his temper back, he growled. "Absolutely not… She's involved herself." He shook his head and palmed his forehead. "I suspected this might happen." But he had not suspected the amount of damage it might do. How much had the time stream been affected? His plan depended on that one moment, that one moment when the powers were at their best for the taking…

If she ruined it all, he would destroy her down to the last living cell himself. He'd been foolish to let her wander freely.

"Calm down." The monster muttered, he glowered at her as she rolled her eyes, "It's not all bad."

"Enlighten me."

"Well, she went directly for the head of the snake itself, as it were." He sighed as she looked down at the rat that just emerged from the garbage beside her. "So, he'll be searching for her."

"And?"

In the motion of a striking cobra, she caught the rat in her hand, and began to squeeze it with a grin. Her sharp teeth bared "So if Bradley is, then word has gone higher up. Thus, he is." The rat's eyes began to bulge, and she looked up at him, paying no mind to the creature's higher wheezing and squeaks. "and isn't it him, you're really going after?."

Blood burst from the dead creature as she finished crushing it, the wet furry corpse dropped back into the garbage can. She looked at the blood in her hand, and rubbed it in her fingers. He didn't even blink, focused on her face as she reached up and began to coat her lips with it. Only then did his lip curl in disgust.

"What a vile child you are." He straightened and turned back towards the poster, ripping it down from the wall and beginning to fold it before shoving it into his coat.

"Aww, thanks, Dad." The homunculus cooed with a toothy smile, "Think Mom will like me too?"

He prevented himself from growling at her as he moved down the alley. She hadn't been wrong, Bradley was nothing but a pawn, after all. Now they also had the attention of his master. He bowed his head against his urge to twist and destroy the woman behind him though, as she followed after him humming. Leaving a trail of red behind her as her bloody fingers drug along the wall.

Not a moment after she'd gotten an over sized shirt over her to sleep in after a shower, Ridi found herself in a Mexican stand-off stare down, with Greed.

She mentally cried, thankful for the old hag's shirt covering her. Marcie had been more than keen to shove clothes at them if it meant having little to nothing to do with them, other than point them in the direction of rooms once she'd calmed down from her own cursing. She'd told Greed specifically, despite the homunculus's dealings, and despite his crew's obvious threat-level, that if she- not them- but Ridi stepped out of line, a bullet would be in her brain by midnight. Thus, Greed had shoved Ridi into a room with him, telling Marcie she could sleep on her couch tonight and thanked her for so generously giving them her room for the night.

The old woman hadn't taken kindly to that. Ridi didn't feel too bad about it. The heroine hadn't much time to dwell on it however. Greed mentioned getting food for the group and went to go speak with the chimeras. She didn't bother to mention she could cook, and she took his absence to grab a shower; helping herself to Marcie's many supplies.

And here she was, in a button up with nothing else on. Hair towel around the back of her neck and over her shoulders, and caught like a deer in the headlights as the tall man stared down at her. He opened his mouth to speak and she found herself actually holding out with enough nerve to cut him off with a growl of, "You couldn't wait until I had my underwear on?"

He paused, quirked a brow and then blinked, "You don't have them on?"

Ridi found she didn't have that nerve for long; she broke eye contact. "They're drying."

He actually humored her with a smirk. She eyed him suspiciously now before he shrugged, "Well." He cracked his neck and rubbed it, "It's not like you got something I haven't seen before down there." Ridi gave him a wincing glare. His tone the changed, "I've got ages of experience, kiddo; so I can safely say, I'm not exactly into the virginal types." Was that an almost, hurt, expression on her face to accompany that angry blush? He filed it away to investigate later. There were enough things to investigate at the moment that occupied his priorities. "Now; to a matter of business." He moved forward and leaned close to her. Ridi leaned back subconsciously and Greed delighted in the movement, her bare feet giving him more ground to work with. "Dolcetto saved you from being crushed like an insect; I'd say he's out of hot water."

Ridi's gaze whipped onto him and she felt her breath catch in her throat. For a moment, she just wanted to smack him. That's what this was about? She licked her lips and leaned forward towards him. Their faces inches apart as she refused to give ground, "I'm not looking for you to repay a debt, Greed." She scowled, "If I wanted that, I wouldn't have tried to leave!"

"And why did you try to leave originally?" He inquired. She opened her mouth, "Don't lie to me." His voice gained a dangerous edge. She shivered and took a hesitant step back from him, brave front having fallen. In return, Greed straightened to his full height, hands rested in his pockets as he rolled his shoulders back. "I want to know; and you're going to tell me." He sounded so sure. Ridi could almost believe him. "Doesn't seem smart to not cash in on such large debts." He quirked a brow as he looked down his nose at her, "You could have had me eating out of the palm of your hand, if you'd played your cards right."

"I don't want your teeth anywhere near my hand." He bore his teeth in a wider grin in response. Oh? Did his teeth unsettle her? He'd make sure to grin at her more often. "Why do you constantly question my motives? Has no one ever been legitimately decent to you?" Irritation coated every bit of her voice, her jaw was clenched and her eyes narrowed. His grin lost a little bit of its ferocity as he eyed the teen inquisitively. She didn't answer him at all and instead was now edged up to play hardball with him. He supposed it could be interesting, what kind of bite did the kid have? She wouldn't win. But he'd play.

"The world doesn't work like that. There's no such thing as a free meal." He tried to take in every little bit of detail he could about her face right then. He identified it as disbelief with her bulged eyes, frown, and the way her hands came up and ran through her hair. He could have sworn if she had been alone, she would've started growling and muttering to herself. She seemed the type. Instead though, she massaged her temples and shook her head. "What, the truth bother you?"

"You bother me." She snapped back.

He chuckled at the amateur response. Juvenile, Ridi. Just juvenile.

"I can bother you all I want. You're stuck with me." He smirked as she just increased the scowl. "Now- let's stop messing around." He took another step towards her and her back tapped against the wall. His hand rested beside her head and he lost the humor in his voice, "You're going to tell me what I want to know by the end of the Night, Ridi."

Ridi's shoulders were high as she ducked her head and subconsciously attempted to make herself as small as possible. The man's eyes narrowed onto her own blue as she looked up through her eyelashes at him. She would rather not. She couldn't lie to him, she didn't know if what she did know what factual anymore, and the past few days had been hell. She'd rather just sleep at this point; sleep and be left alone to contemplate the world behind her eyelids. Greed not having any of it was an irritating factor. She wondered if she could swing at him, would he suspect it?

Perhaps that would sell it she didn't know how far the ultimate shield he had could go… She clenched her hand into a fist, before Martel's threat passed through her mind. Not to mention, what if she swung and he didn't hide it? She'd break a few fingers... She grimaced as he was now inches from her, hands on both sides of her head and peering down. Her toes an inch or so away from his fine Italian boots. She squirmed and tried to press further into the wall. She looked at his arms and wondered if she had enough space to drop low so she could side step him.

He took another step forward and his foot rested in between hers. His elbows bent and he stood barely touching her. He was too close. She winced as it felt hard to breathe and look up at him at the same time. You're too close!

Greed was waiting with bated breath every moment of it. He had her cornered, and she couldn't look him in the eye without staring up into his face. Any other situation, he'd have grabbed the woman he'd pinned and started to kiss them right then and there. But he wasn't focused on that right now. Particularly not with this one. He had asked her questions. Questions she had left unanswered and he was now ravenous for the information. He didn't want to wait anymore. At her current situation, she showed so much discomfort that he couldn't help but want to take a step back. It wasn't in his nature to be the one to make his female companions uncomfortable.

His greediness left little room for remorse to the predicament he'd put her in, though. He wanted to know, he needed the information, and it had to be his. She was already his through his debt, and she would belong to him as soon as he put her in debt to him. He didn't like being uninformed about his possessions. He wasn't going to give her any such reprieve. What would happen if he touched her? Grabbed her shoulders and tilted her head upward like he was actually going to do something? How about scared her again? He'd already seen he could do it before back in Tabitha's office when he'd yanked her off the table and pulled answers at her in rage for what was on her hands.

She'd been scared then, but was it of him? He had the time now to put effort behind his search; he hadn't earlier. Moving to safety and a place they could recover for a moment was far too important at the time.

He was ripped out of his thoughts as hands pressed to his chest. He grunted and focused to find her tensed form shoving against his own, "Get away from me." He grunted and forced his weight to keep him rooted to the spot.

"Why? What's wrong?" He leered, "Closeness not your thing, Ridi?" Her breathing was elevated as he forced his form against her own and lengthened his reach above him so his elbows rested on the wall. Her form trapped, flat to his and against the wall. Her hands trapped against his chest now; she looked up. or else she would have found her face in his collar and the fluff of his vest. Puffs of air brushed against his chest, "Let's fix that."

She glowered up into his face, "Bastard…" Greed's eyes widened and his mouth lost its smirk as he saw stars while pain formed within his groin. She dropped her knee in a stomp on his boot. He'd made such a terrible mistake, "I said 'Get Away From Me.'" Greed hit the floor with a thud as he was taken off balance in his pain. He hit on his side and the little brat shoved from the wall and darted across the room while he cupped himself; as any man naturally was wont to do.

"Little bitch!" He snarled from the floor. He glared at her as he bore his teeth, "If it weren't for the fact I don't beat on women-"

She'd placed the bed between them and sneered, "Yeah, thanks for That!" Her shoulders were hunched, her hands clenched, and then she bore her teeth in as she was irate, "but that's what you get for pinning an unwilling woman to the wall!" He was getting up unsteadily, breathing slow and deep to reign in his temper that had significantly flared up. He pointed her at her, his finger coated in the black carbon of the shield and a claw out.

"Woman!?" He looked at her incredulously, "I don't see a woman, kid." He watched her hiss in reproach and grinned, mirth in his eyes, "I see a little brat begging to get smacked around by someone bigger than her since she's picking fights, and I'm getting to a point where I think I will oblige her." He forced his hands into his pockets; he was growing tired of being patient with her. He glared, "or am I wrong?"

Her rage disappeared from her face almost instantly and she blanched, "I- I don't want to fight you." It was breathless, and her clenched hands loosened. Oh, there it was again, that fear. He considered her words carefully. She didn't want to fight him. Not fight him; she didn't want to fight with him at all.

She's scared of me and what I'll do.

And Rightly so.

"Didn't think so." He moved towards the bed. He'd make sure that she was clear whose room this really was. "And why would you? I mean," his voice lowered to just above a whisper, "do you know what I do to those who oppose me, Ridi?"

Her expression became blank as she looked at him. Her jaw clenched shut. He considered for a moment how she actually moved to her full height. Ridi felt like she could feel the vice grip coming onto her and she loathed it. She just wanted him to let her be and sleep; that was all she desired. She made the mistake of shutting her eyes as she rubbed her face. There was a feeling of something moving beside her and she looked up- hands grabbed her under her not bandaged shoulder and across her waist. She let out a yelp as he shoved her down onto the bed after flipping her around. Her hands moved to his chest and he growled, hovered over her as she tried to shove him away. He attempted to catch her hands.

"No- you- don't!" He locked her legs down as he lifted and brought up one of his own across them to keep them in place. She flailed and thrashed before he snarled in her face, "Do you think you have a choice!?" His exasperation evident as she stilled and stared at him wide-eyed as he stayed in her personal space, "Do you think I can't take it from you if I really wanted to? I may owe you, kid, but stop testing my patience!" His voice rose and he bared his teeth at her. "Now tell me!" His hands found hers and he shoved them above her head.

They sat there for a few moments, him glowering at her as she panted. Face flushed and hands trembling in his grasp. He willed her to tell him everything mentally, pressing her flat to the bed. Her breath hitched as it forced an arch and she gritted her teeth. Tears dotted her eyes in the corners and he quirked a brow.

"Why won't you just leave it be?" He tried not to wince at the whining tone she held, and adjusted his grip so her wrists could be held in one hand. He looked up towards her hands, then back to her.

"Because you're constantly, and infuriatingly, avoiding the answers I ask for." Greed stayed hovered over her, "And it's going to come to bite you. You think I'm going to just let that happen before I don't owe you anymore?" He glared, "I repay my debts. You're not running away when I owe you something- and you're not going to run away after that either!" Her breathing hitched again and fear crossed her features, "You stepped into it when you came to drag us out the sewers, kid, and that's not a bear trap that lets up easily. You walk away from me, you walk away from my crew, and you're dead because there's no one else to watch your back!"

He clenched his hands onto her wrists tighter and watched her hiss beneath him and writhe, "Make this easy on you. You can't win, this will get a whole lot smoother when I don't have to keep guessing who the hell I'm talking too, and what they're going to do next!"

She fell limp and stopped fussing with her frantic attempts to be released. He couldn't relax though. She already kneed him in the balls, who knew what she would try here. So many questions swam through his head as he kept his weight down on her. She'd tried to leave as soon as she saved them. She said originally it was because she was done and saw no reason to stay. He knew plenty of reasons to stay, he'd voiced them even.

On top of this, Martel had questioned her on when she was down in the tunnels. How did she know to be there? She'd given Martel an answer, and the snake had reported no scent of a lie on her for it. That gave him one question answered, but he didn't necessarily believe it. Why them? There had been plenty of people in the Devil's Nest that night. She'd said she wanted to when he'd asked why she had extracted them.

Now here they were and even it didn't add up. She wanted nothing from him, but risked her life to pull him and his men out. She said she was a lunatic for it; but that didn't take away the fact she did it. She'd tried to leave, and now she was doing everything she could to avoid telling him why. He'd asked her what she wanted, and she'd refused to give him even that. No human was that altruistic. There was something everyone wanted. It went against his very nature to believe anything against that existed, and he knew after over 200 years, no such thing did.

"I just wanted to sleep…" He blinked and refocused on Ridi who was now glaring at him, a blush on her face, "And now you're doing this shit, and it's uncomfortable. I can't stand it. I want to hit you, and I can't because Martel will skewer me if I do." He smelled the tints of a lie, but he pushed it aside. In what at any other time might have been an endearing movement, he pressed his forehead to hers. He was going to keep pushing her. "Get off of me, jack ass." She looked up into his eyes.

Keeping her off kilter was the goal here. She couldn't pretend or think as quick if she was constantly off-centered.

Ridi didn't enjoy being consistently exhausted, and after the prospect of a bed had been so high on her list, being pinned to it now just sucked. She wanted to sleep on it, not deal with this bastard and his demands. His forehead to her own caused a mixture of fury, frustration, and restraint made her literally growl at him. "Quit being such a goddamned creep."

"Answer my questions, then."

Ridi considered attempting to buck him off. Perhaps she could knee him again? That wasn't happening without physical damage to her the second go around with him though. She licked her lips, and she deflated with a heavy sigh; she shut her eyes and let her head drop back. She looked up at the doorway, "Alright Greed, you win; which ones?"

If he kept pressed down on her like this, she might lose her ability to keep her mouth shut in the midst of the stress. He wasn't wrong, against him, she knew she couldn't win.

"Do you know what I do to those who oppose me, Ridi?"

Yes, of course I do.

The grip grew lighter on her wrists and she did her best to try and refrain from pulling at the hand that kept them captive as he lifted his head. Maybe if she just submit a little bit and stopped struggling, he'd back off. He'd let up... and the space was a small victory that let her breathe in deeply. His deadpan stare made her shift in his grasp.

"What do you want?"

"To Sleep!" An immediate deflection, he did not appreciate it. That question, again! Why did he have to start with questions like that? She supposed as the embodiment of Avarice, it was suiting for him to get to the selfish portion of the human heart immediately. It didn't stop it from being maddening though! His scowl signified he wasn't going to accept her response though, "Oh come on!" She pointed at him with one of her ensnared hands, "Why does it matter? Seriously! Why the fuck does it matter to you?"

"Because, you're keeping it from me!" He snapped, "Everyone wants something. I told you not to lie to me, but don't pretend like it's not the same with you! You want something, and I want to hear it; and you better watch your mouth as you're saying it, brat!"

She hadn't expected that. It really did bother him that she wasn't going to say it? She was surprised on the matter. Who would have thought he'd be mad about something like that? "…I ain't comfortable saying it."

Greed stared at her in disbelief, "Do I look like I give a shit on how comfortable you are with it?"

You're gonna just have to deal with the fact I do! "I ain't gonna say it until I am; you're stuck guessing until then!" Ridi spat back. He outright snarled at her.

To hell with that!

Was she not embracing her desires and taking hold of her greed? It made her uncomfortable even? What the hell was she!?

The Avarice incarnate tried not to throttle her as he hissed, "What could be so bad you don't want to admit it? You're treating as though it's on some sort of pedestal. It's a want, a desire! It's not like you're asking for the end of the world!"

He swore this was the most he heard her talk- and it was nothing even good! She didn't give him time to be to angry about as she gave him a new subject to be irate about, "Next question, Greed. I'm not answering it, until I can comfortably! Be happy I'm saying I want something at all!"

"I will not be happy with i-" He stopped halfway through his sentence, then he blinked.

Realization hit him, and he stilled with a blank face. Slowly he focused in on her face, and a small frown took his lips of thought. He then let his teeth show as he bore her a wide grin. "That's it." He just got it. Ridi blinked, off-guard by the sudden change in personality and he leaned further back, his hands moving down to her deltoids. "That's got to be it! You want to get laid!" At her face, he leaned forward and close, "Hmmmm, tell me I'm wrong." She didn't know what to say! "I told you I'm not into virgins, but... think I should help you out?" He teased.

"Guh- wha-fa," Ridi sputtered, now it was her turn not to believe what he just said. Greed's ferociousness decreased incredibly as he kept his knowing grin at her flushed face and wide eyes that practically bulged out of her head. Her jaw wagging as she opened and shut it in trying to find words. A loud, "NO" found its way into the open space. Her heartbeat went off its steady rhythm, and he paused to scowl at her due to the lie before he realized the implications…

He freaking lost it. He couldn't even keep hold, and he fell off of her, cackling a belly deep laugh. He missed the bed; hit the floor, and still roared with laughter. It only grew as with her good arm, she wielded a pillow that smacked him over the head.

She stood over him scowling and looking infuriated. You're attractive and got me pinned and- She thought angrily, of COURSE I do. BUT YOU'RE SUCH AN ASSHOLE. His laughter followed her as she stomped away to the bathroom.

He heard shuffling and only assumed as his guffawing reduced to snickers and chortles that she was reclaiming her previous abandoned undergarment. She marched back in with the same scowl, but a bright blush still making her ears and face red as it lay across her face.

"Tell me I'm wrong." He dared with a cocky smirk, he moved from his curled position on the floor to his full height. She looked up and pouted, nose scrunched in distaste before she crossed him and grabbed the comforter and sheets of the bed. With a yank back, she climbed on top of it and then yanked them over her. He stood behind her as she kept her back to him. His fingers wiggled behind her, itching to tease further.

"I'm not talking about this. Now shut up and let me go to sleep."

Greed frowned before he decided to remove his own shoes and vest, "That's not how this works, doll." He chided. He watched her look over her shoulder at him in a sleepy glare. She grabbed hold of the pillow with her good arm, and he leaned over her to plant a firm hand down on it before it could whack him again. His realization had brought him a bout of amusement, but she was still on thin ice. His voice hissed in a husky whisper, "Don't."

She took to hugging it to her instead and keeping an eye on him as he moved over to the other side of the bed. He wasn't going to sleep on the floor, by any means. He grabbed up the armchair in the corner of the bedroom and pulled it over. After throwing himself down in it, he kicked his feet up onto the bed. Greed sighed as he interlaced his fingers on his stomach and sat in a lazy slouch. He imagined this was all rather exhausting from her point of view, but he needed to keep her off kilter or else she might become comfortable again. She might dodge him and keep that stiff bottom lip. He had her attention now and wanted to keep it that way. If she was afraid of him, well that would be alright for the moment. He could work on turning that fear into a grudging respect down the road. He needed to focus her, he'd worn her down enough that he had a feeling this would go a little better now.

"Why did you try to leave when we got away?" He questioned again, his voice was level and monotone. She curled further into a ball and gifted him with a scowl, "…You sure are making me reconsider my rule about trying not to hit women." He rested his cheek on his fist as he propped it up on the arm of the chair, "I mean really."

"I thought I could move quicker and easier by myself." He almost relaxed. He had control now. He fought back a smirk. She had been loud, angry, kicking, and screaming about it- but he felt victorious. She was reeled in for the moment. "I didn't want a big group to move with because it would enlarge the target I painted on myse-"

"You're an idiot." Ridi glowered at him as he waved his hand, "no. Really kid." He pointed at her, "What skills do you have to avoid those coming after you?" She frowned, and he shook his head, "I've avoided being picked up for years; let me ask you something. If you could get caught for underaged drinking-" Shit, why did he have to remember that? "And couldn't even outrun someone who beat you over the head, what the hell makes you think you're going to outrun the goddamned military?"

If you hadn't of kidnapped Alphonse I wouldn't have had to do anything! She sat up abruptly, inhaled, and then paused. She deflated and looked away. Keeping shit from your resident homunculus asshole sure makes justifying being angry at him damn hard. She wrung her hands together, and then flopped back with a growl, "…I've mentioned I'm a lunatic to you too, right?"

"Clearly." He'd tensed up, ready for another row before he loosened up a little as she'd laid back down. He rubbed his face. She was such an inexperienced brat he found himself indebted too. How did he ever get stuck baby-sitting? He looked at her hands for a moment and found fresh bandages on them. "…Are those healing well?"

"They're healing just fine." Ridi sighed staring down at them, "…They'll hopefully heal up by the end of next week."

"Doubtful." He grunted, she shrugged, "Final question for the night. Then I'll let you get some beauty rest since you'rAe really starting to look ugly." He wasn't fond of the dark circles or the pale skin she had gained; he wouldn't admit that aloud to her though. As once again his greed allowed for no remorse for her current situation.

"You're not exactly fucking prince charming yourself." She snapped.

Especially not with a mouth like that.

"Watch it… Last warning, kid." He warned, she lifted her lip in a snarl and then settled into a surly frown. Tired but still fighting, he could admire that.

With little to no more time to waste, he got to his feet and turned away from her. He lost the tension in his shoulders and stretched with a groan. He dropped his hands and shoved his thumbs into the tops of his pants. "Okay last question." He heard her sharp inhale as he unbuttoned the top part of his pants.

"Do you think you'll prefer the top, or bottom?"

A shout of outrage exited her. A pillow was thrown at him, and then the lamp.

His laughter was so loud that Dolcetto, Martel, Roa, and Marcie were at the door with sleepy glares and murderous intents moments later; not at all surprised about the teen behind him who he was pretty sure wanted to kill him with bowl she yanked from the vanity.

Greed felt like a champ.

A/N: Aaaand done! When isn't teasing fun?

Ridi: ALWAYS.

A/N: Hush you. Anyways, it is needless to say but I am still going to say it; "No actual live rats were hurt in the making of this chapter." Now, hope you'll let me know what you think, but reviews are not necessary! I look forward to seeing you in the next installment!