A/N: So I apologise fot being MIA for a bit. It's just that I've pretty much had no life this weekend between Homecoming, Student Congress, Soccer, and church stuff. So, even though this piece isn't the best, I decided that I at least owed you all something.
Anyway, another reason why I haven't posted is that I've started writing an actual chapter fic. Right now I'm almost done with the first chapter, so look for it in a couple days. So far it's called "Raes of Light"... it's an OC fic, which I swore I'd never do, but hey, whatever. If I post it on cailceadon flame, my other account, then I'll let you all know. Anyway, hope you don't hate me too much for this.
-Title: Want- -Word Count:239- -Warnings: Umm... spoilers for episode 40 something, can't remember which one. Plus, LANGUAGE. To an extent I never thought I'd reach. But Greed is just a BA kind of guy. He just swears ALOT.-
"…Just see that we are avenged."
Damn it, it was his fight. His problem. And yet, here they were, offering up their lives for him. Why? Why would they throw their lives away for him?
He didn't want to leave-- he didn't deserve it. But they wanted to die now, the dumb bastards. They said that he'd given them hope…didn't they understand, he had always only ever been out for himself? He didn't deserve this. They shouldn't feel this loyalty towards him. The thought ate away at his mind; perhaps gnawing away at what could have been a conscience, had he been human.
He wanted to fight. He was Greed after all. He wanted to fight his own battles, gain himself honor and glory and all that shit. He wanted to show that ass-kisser Lust and all of the others just who he was to oppose their master. But, the thought struck him, if he fought, especially aginst one of the other homunculi, there was always the chance that he would not survive.
There was no way in hell he was dying anytime soon. He was Greed, after all. He wanted to live. And here were Law and Dorochet, offering up their lives just to give him a way out. And he could not deny it; he was Greed. He wanted; that was who he was. His identity.
And right now, he wanted to live. So, though it killed him to, he ran.