I watched the scenery fly past. The world truly looked beautiful when all you see is the surface. I shivered, remembering the feeling I had last night. I could hear my parents screaming right beside my ear. "So what are we exactly looking for, Miss Elsa?" Clark's voice broke into my thoughts abruptly. "We're going to do some research on their princess. Her supposed name is Desiree Martins," I replied, searching through my bag for the compilation of newspapers I had brought along, "She's definitely the princess alright..." I stared a photo of her when she was younger, "But there's something very strange going on with her."

"Isn't she...seeing the Fuhrer?"

"In a way," I murmured. It's not exactly the most comfortable feeling to get when you begin to describe your father's womanizing skills.

A man walked down the aisle and plopped himself down right beside me. "Princess Desiree Martins. She's the only princess of Drachma and quite the gem considering her six other brothers are extremely useless and just brute force. Everyone adores her and loves her and she's quite into political affairs. So the king and queen of that country is actually considering on making her the ruler instead of either of the boys." The mysterious man grinned his devil grin and pulled down his hood. "What's up, princess?"

I screeched. Before I could even fathom what I was doing, I found myself dashing out to the back of the train at the tracks and throwing the man - or more specifically Greed- overboard. Clark followed and watched with wide panicked eyes. "You just killed a man!"

"He's not a man!" I screamed back, "He's a homunculus and it's only a matter of time before he's-"

"Now that wasn't very nice to a guy who just gave you a bunch of biographical information so you don't need to spend your precious time at the library," Greed climbed back up, fine as day.

Vaguely aware that Clark was STILL there, I picked Greed up and threw him right off the train again. "You...just killed him...again," Clark stared.

"Goodness sakes," Greed pulled himself back up, the back of his head healing, "Is this what a guy gets for establishing a rule of thumb not to fight women? Doesn't seem very fair."

I finally calmed myself down with some extreme hyperventilating breathing. "What are YOU doing here!?"

"Following you," he proclaimed rather (annoyingly) proudly, "You're fun to be around, and I'll always take a chance to kill my boredom."

I allowed him to climb back up this time and actually didn't toss him right off the train. "I thought we could play a fun game," he grinned, his hair billowing with the wind, "I give you hints and you chase after the hints until you find what you're looking for since I do know what you two are looking for. In fact, I know ALL the answers."

I crossed my arms. "If you're planning on helping me, why don't you just flat out tell me then?"

He howled in laughter. "Who said I was helping you? I said we were playing a game. And make it amusing for me," He leaned forward, his grin shining way too brightly in the sunlight, "This is all about me and nothing about you, princess."

I said the first word that came to my mind. "Greedy."

"THAT'S my name!"

"Can someone please explain to me what's going on?" Clark wheedled helplessly as I marched my way back into the train angrily.

Long story short, I explained the whole thing to Clark. And his reaction...wasn't quite the calmest of all reactions I've seen. However, I had no time to deal with his newbie realizations. I focused myself on Greed who pompously sat like he was the boss of us, his arms crossed, his legs crossed, and his eyes looking down. That and he's also quite tall compared to Clark and I. "So what's the hint?" I finally demanded, taking out a notepad.

"You know Desiree Martins wasn't exactly beautiful and desirable until she started investing herself into makeup," he sighed nonchalantly, "And BOY did she really up herself body wise once she did. She could make anyone's eyes just divert to her breasts and her curves. Makes me wish I could have her for my own." He covered his face and laughed greedily.

Gross...and this was getting absolutely nowhere with him tagging along. Though his words did make sense. I looked at the young Desiree Martins once again. She was a pretty little girl who would grow up pretty as well...but not exactly desirable to a crazy degree like the way she looked like now. "So makeup, huh...?" I murmured.

"Excuse me, Miss Elsa? Are we really going to just let a homunculus just tag along?" Clark piped up timidly.

"We can't shoo him away. Trust me-I've tried countless times."

"I get what I want," Greed leaned back comfortably in his seat and closed his eyes. Clark's eyes nervously flitted back between Greed and me, unsure of this whole mission once again. I ignored his worried looks and continued thinking about Greed's first hint regarding makeup. Something to do with makeup? Poisonous makeup that can control your mind? Or maybe shift the way your face looks? That wouldn't be alchemy anymore, that would be magic. And magic doesn't exist.

As I recall back to that peaceful moment on the train with Greed napping, me thinking, and Clark being nervous, I remember having the thought to maybe leave Clark behind at one point instead of having him tag along. I wish I had gone through with that thought. I never knew what was going to happen to Clark in the future...and how much I would've regret having the newbie come along.