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 (Hiromu Arakawa).
Notes: For the anonymous reviewer… who asked WHY Black was called the Black Poison Alchemist… I tried to answer that in this chapter. Heh... enjoy.
Chapter Eight: Disagreement
Black shifted slightly as she twitched, opening her eyes halfway. Feeling her leg bump into something, her eyes widened slightly, as they adjusted to the light streaming in through the window. Greed… Greed… was lying next to her on the bed, sound asleep, one arm wrapped possessively around her waist. Face twitching slightly, she quickly ran one of her hands down her legs, feeling leathery material. Thank god. Her clothes were still on.
"OI, GREEDO-SAN!" Black growled loudly into the Homunculus's ear, pushing him away from her as she quickly got out of bed, as though it were contaminated.
Greed awoke with a surprised jerk, sitting up and looking over to Black. "Wha…?" he asked sleepily, cocking a brow as he yawned.
The nerve… muttering to herself, Black stormed out of the room, only to be pulled back roughly by Greed, who had grabbed her hand. Stumbling back into his arms, Black made protesting, muffled noises as Greed held her firmly, smiling slightly as she panted, out of breath. "You have some nerve…" she muttered between breaths.
"I stayed up without sleep for you!"
"You were just sleeping!"
"Well, that was only about half an hour of sleep!"
"…thank you," she muttered reluctantly.
"Hey, you could be at least a LITTLE more thankful than that!" Greed hissed, narrowing his eyes.
Black clenched her hands into fists as she wrenched away from Greed, screaming, "Well, I'm not staying here anymore, you can count on that!" Groaning in anguish, she stormed out of the pub, slamming the door strongly enough that dust was shaken off the ceiling.
"We had a deal!" Greed called after her, not caring if she heard or not. ARGH. That woman… just got. On. His. NERVES. The way she was playing the Romance Game, 'hard-to-get', her attitude, and how many times she so smartly rejected him.
Groaning, Greed slumped into the couch, glaring ahead of himself. He only withdrew his gaze when three of his Chimeras, Roah, Martel, and Dorochet, took seats around him.
"We couldn't sleep through all that racket," Martel said with a simple shrug, at first seeming that she didn't care. "What happened?"
Greed blinked, blushing very, very, very slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Well… heh… I was tired, and I guess… I somehow ended up in her bed." The last part he said in a rush.
His listeners' eyes widened as he said this, and he blinked, inquiring why.
Roah bit down on his teeth, before saying slowly, as though he were explaining something to one much, much younger, "Well… she IS a woman, Greedo-san…"
Martel nodded, continuing, trying to avoid using names. "And that kind of thing is insulting if the woman isn't ready or doesn't want to be in a relationship with the guy…"
Greed took his Chimeras advice, pondering it in his head as he muttering, "How would I get her back…?"
Dorochet finally spoke up, interrupting the beginning of his fellow Chimeras' sentences. "Just give her time. I'm sure she'll come back sooner or later. Frankly, it's already starting to feel a little odd without her presence here."
Greed blinked, nodding slightly as he lifted his feet to the table, leaning back against the couch as he slipped his round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. But after a second, he glanced over to the Chimeras, lowering the glasses down so he could stare at them over the rim, and they immediately got the message; jumping to their feet at once, they left him alone. Smiling in contentment, Greed pushed his glasses back up before dropping off to sleep again.
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"Mmm. So there you are, little sis," a voice came from an alleyway.
Black blinked, turning to face the source, cocking a brow and smirking as she relaxed her shoulders. "Hm. Lyanna. Long time no see."
"I thought you would be a little more… excited to see me, after… about 8 years?"
Black sneered. "Like HELL I would ever be happy to see you." Eyes darted behind her twin, casually glancing at the things behind her. Boxes… newspapers… broken pipes that were still wet. Perfect.
Lyanna tilted her head to the side and smiled, before suddenly lashing forward. Caught off-guard, Black's skin met sharp metal, but within seconds, the metal was withdrawn. Glancing over to Lyanna and clutching her burning shoulder, she growled. The metal whip. Her sis really hadn't given up on it. And by the way it was glowing, it seemed as though she had been doing her homework lately.
Watching the whip's sharp end strike the ground repeatedly at random intervals and areas, Black carefully timed when the whip lashed at the ground and was brought back up, diving beneath and feeling it graze against her back. Ending up behind Lyanna, she reached into her pocket, drawing out her trustworthy piece of chalk as she grabbed a broken pipe. Running to the furthest end of the alleyway, thus earning her some time, she hurriedly sketched a transmutation circle onto the pipe (avoiding the wet spots), placing a hand on it while the other slipped the chalk into her pocket.
The air around the pipe seemed almost thinner for a second as light danced, the air's composition turned into a black liquid that drenched a small dagger like blood. Black grabbed the knife by the handle as her eye's widened, seeing the whip's tip speeding towards her. Clenching her teeth and feeling the wooden fence behind her, she barely sidestepped in time to avoid major damage. She could feel blood running down her leg as the whip took some skin with it.
An almost sickening sound of metal against wood was heard as the whip's tip was momentarily caught in a knothole, and Black grabbed hold of the tight and almost straight whip. Lip twitching slightly in relish and disgust, she ran her knife against the whip, a horrible grating sound echoing around the alleyway as Black ran straight up to Lyanna, ignoring the pain in her leg and managing to smirk as she stopped for a split second, then running out of the alleyway, standing safely to the side, a perfect seat to 'watch the show'.
The wood broke, the whip coming back to its owner in rapid recoil. Lyanna sneered as she side-stepped, feeling victorious…
There was a loud scream and Black instinctively knew that the poison had been flicked off by the rushing air, and straight to her target- Lyanna's eyes.
Smiling grimly, Black slowly limped the short distance back to her home, stopping every so often to rest.
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Black pushed open the door to the Devil's Nest wearily, smiling very slightly as she saw Greed perk up, a knowing smile on his face. "Black," he said simply, stating her name as a greeting.
"Greed."
"I see you got hurt again."
This statement drew a small chuckle from Black as she shrugged lightly. "I get hurt a lot."
Greed's eyes lit up slightly behind his sunglasses as he got to his feet, beckoning to her with his hand, his voice having the smallest sigh accompanying it. "I've noticed. Come over here, and let me fix you up."