Black Sin

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the series except the Black Poison Alchemist and Lyanna. (And still more to come.) All other characters belong to their respectful owners.

Series Warning: Read Chapter Six's series warning. xD;;

Author's Notes: Dogtag-XD, e-mail me. Thanks. (My E-mail is in my reviews.)

You guys demanded, I supplied! Spent quite a bit redoing some parts, and I tried making it at least 3 pages long. Seems like I succeeded. Enjoy!

CHAPTER WARNINGS: READ! Bits of strong language. -cough-

Chapter Seven: Competition

"So how's my lovely girl today?" the owner of the Devil's Nest asked seductively, taking a seat on the couch by 'his' alchemist.

"I told you, I'm not your girl!" Black spat, shooting a glare. "Besides, being the pimp you are, you probably have other girls." She said this hopefully, placing her feet on the table as she leaned back slightly.

"In case you haven't noticed, I haven't been surrounded by other girls ever since you came," he answered smoothly, facing her as he ran the back of his hand against the side of her face.

Black sighed softly, glancing down at her lap as she suddenly silenced, acting interested in her fingernails as she did so.

"What… no snide remarks to make, my dear?"

"…strangely, no. Except that you're horrible at seducing women," she hissed untruthfully, cocking a brow at him.

"You know the saying 'saying no will only work three times', don't you?"

"What of it?" she inquired, knowing the answer already.

"Dearest, you've said 'no' twice already."

"…how do you even know that I will follow the saying?" she growled, turning to face him.

Greed smirked, shrugging lightly. "Just a gut feeling," he muttered, grinning. Blinking, he turned to the doorway, his smirk growing larger. The ex-State Alchemist; the Crimson Alchemist. Time to have some fun.

"I see you picked up another whore, Greed," he remarked rather flatly, arching a brow skeptically as he sauntered into the bar like he owned the place instead of the homunculus. "Did this one come with a sob story, too?"

"Well, well... If it isn't my stray alchemist, come home at last," Greed responded, quirking a cold smirk at Kimbley, who gave him a defiant scowl. Black narrowed her eyes as she muttered, "Didn't change at all, did you, Kimbley?"

Greed blinked, slightly surprised to learn that his… his (mind you) alchemists knew each other. And by the sound of Black's disgruntled tone... their previous meeting must have left a bad taste in both of their mouths. This was going to complicate the fun. But only slightly.

Kimbley shrugged to Black's question, chuckling slightly. "Still the same, murderous mind, Miss Black?"

Black glared at Kimbley, but didn't answer as she turned to Greed, who was waiting patiently to talk. Much too patiently. She could sense that he was planning something, and judging Kimbley's actions, he probably felt it as well.

"So how did my dear alchemist sleep?" Greed asked, emphasizing the 'dear' greatly.

"What the fuck do you care?" Greed's 'alchemist' responded dryly, yet slightly curiously.

"Can't a man care for his possessions?" Wrong thing to say. The next thing that happened was that Kimbley flipped Greed off, before walking casually to his own room, closing the door behind him, not seeming angry at all. A little pissed, maybe, but not angry.

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"Trying to make me jealous, Greed?" Black asked, after a slightly stunned moment of silence.

Greed blinked and arched his eyebrows, simply saying, "What makes you say that?"

"You were trying a little too hard…"

The Homunculus chuckled and laid his arm around her shoulders. Kissing the top of her head softly, he whispered, "You should go to bed. It's dark."

Black nodded silently, before getting to her feet.

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Black was found at the bar the next morning, gazing quietly at the darkened hallway, the one that led to the rooms. She blinked, taking a sip of booze, her attention broken by Greed, who was patting her gently on the arm. "What is it?" she asked suspiciously, her eye twitching- slightly, only slightly.

"I just found it interesting that you started drinking out of my glass," he said with a shrug, grinning mischievously. Black's eyes widened as she blushed deeply, glancing away.

Before long, her eyes blurred as she began to sway on her seat, coughing into her hand- blood. She felt blood run between her fingers and down the side of her mouth. Closing her eyes, she fell backwards, only to be caught in time by Greed.

Then the world went black.

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"Aww… Greedo-san, you can't be mad at me!" came an insisting voice as the woman crossed her legs, chewing on one fingernail absentmindedly. Automail replaced her right arm, clearly visible. Her eyes were the same color as Black's; bright blue, shining in an almost knowledgeable way. Dark-hued hair hung just past her ears, the tips curving inwards.

"How could I NOT be mad at you!" Greed hissed, narrowing his eyes, then lowering his voice when customers of the pub turned their eyes on the two of them. "You spiked the drink of my girl!"

"If I remember correctly, it was your drink, correct? It's not my fault that she reached for the wrong glass and took yours instead… unless you're the one who pushed it into her hand."

"Well, I had no idea that it was poisoned!" Slamming a fist onto the table, Greed continued. "Lyanna… I agreed that you could stay here… but… I never said that you could cause trouble like this! Black's still in a dead faint, even though she drank the stuff hours ago!"

"I was bored… and besides, what sister would I be if I didn't want to get back at her for what she did to me?" Lyanna purred, smiling softly. Getting to her feet, she re-adjusted her leather jacket, heading for the door. "Don't expect me back anytime soon, Greed-san!"

Greed's mouth twitched as he watched her go. Something had to be done.

Growling lightly to himself, he ambled into Black's room, kneeling by her side, holding her hand comfortably.

He didn't leave her room until noon the next day.