Kimblee's cheek looked a little swollen, Greed noticed, but he was pleased to find it didn't heal immediately. It calmed fears knawing at Greed's stomach and he leaned over to kiss Kimblee's sleepy lips. The Crimson Alchemist whimpered from some dream, and Greed sighed. He looked up as Lust walked into the room.
"Did Father tell you why he made him like this?' Greed asked, and Lust shook her head. Greed sighed and stroked the strands of hair from Kimblee's flushed face,
"No… Hey, how did he get a bruise?" Lust asked, greed shrugged.
"I guess he must have fallen, he hasn't been himself lately." Greed said without a trace of remorse. Lust shrugged.
Kimblee tossed as a bad memory took hold of him, and he was suddenly the thin, pale youth walking home from war, his sister's medals in his hands. He was standing again on the doorstep of the woman who had taken him in when he was just a scrawny, scared infant in a torn, bloody coat. He knocked softly, and the old woman came to the door, her hair in its unmistakable bun, and her eyes cold.
"So you came back did you, Zolfie… why couldn't you have died instead of her? You're the sinner!" She screamed and slammed the door in his face. His last shreds of humanity broke and…
Kimblee's gold eyes opened and Greed was staring at him, for once not grinning.
"Kimblee. We have to talk… and I shielded my hands just in case."
A/N: Does anyone really like this story?
The greedXkimblee sex scene is in the works, but I have to get a few things off Kimblee's chest first... and what did people think of the chappie with Lust?