Summary: Gah, this'll just be a collection of drabbles devoted towards Greed/Martel pairing, I think. X3 Yes, fun-fun. Not my first fic ever, but the first one to I've submitted from FMA. nods Old account was 'Pocket Rat'. Anyway, enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: I don't see Greed in every episode. X3 I don't own FMA.

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I remember the first time I realized I was in love with him—in love with Greed. It was that day… He was sitting on the couch as he usually did, a cigarette hanging from his lips. He was silent, staring at the ceiling. I was the only other in the room, playing with my hair with a bored expression. "Martel…" he murmured, suddenly, I turned my head to look at him. "You ever wonder… would the world be a better place if you weren't in it? Like… Why were you even created, wouldn't it be better that I was never around?" He looked at me, such pain in his eyes. I smiled faintly at him.

"Yes… Once, I did." I murmured, he blinked, then smirked and nodded. He stood; thumbs tucked in his pockets as he walked passed me. He placed a hand on the back of my head, his entire forearm curling up the top. He leaned delicately, eyes watching me. I looked at him; he smirked and walked away.

I remember the first time I realized we all loved him. I was sitting, calmly, inside of Al, arms curled around my knees for a while. Then the discussion started, and Dorochette and Law declared they would stay, and Greed and the two of us to go. No, I hadn't wanted to. Neither had Greed; his men were dying at his feet. He went on anyway; to…

To honor their last requests.

I can still taste the bitterness on my tongue, as Greed never came walking through those trees. My heart shattered into a billion pieces; he wasn't ever going to walk back. He wasn't ever going to return to us—to me… I was the only one left.

The blood slowly drips from my throat as I gaze into the blackness. My whole life seems to be on replay, my eyes blurring over. I can hear Greed's voice, his haughty laugh; I can see his distinguishable presence, I can see his defiant eyes; I can smell his scent, that brandy-like, musky scent…

And I know I'm going home, to all of the others, to my Master…

To my Greed.

-End