"Winter Slumber"
I don't own Full Metal Alchemist. Arakawa-san does.
I don't own "Almost." Sarah Harmer does.
I don't own "Wont U Please B Nice." Nellie McKay does.
Just reminding you all, buuut… I'm blatantly ignoring most laws of Full Metal Alchemist through the power of fanfiction, hence Wrath appearing in the last chapter. On with the story!
Chapter 9: "Kaa-chan…!"
Wrath left with Sloth two days later, and his final words were these: "Greed, if you break her heart, I'll break your neck." Greed simply snickered and said "You won't have to worry about that, kid. If anything, it'd be the other way 'round." The minute they (Greed and Marta) were back in the Devil's Nest, Greed sat down on the couch, and Marta asked: "What the hell did you mean by that?"
"You'll find out in a few days," he said rather vaguely. Pushing that aside, Marta continued "Ya know, I'm really gonna miss Wrath… he was a good kid. Psychotic, yes, but good." She walked over to the couch where Greed was lounging on and turned to sit. He caught her mid-movement, and she fell into his lap.
"You really are evil, Greed," she said, allowing his arms to snake around her waist.
"I can give you that, you know," he said.
"Give me what?" she asked.
"You know what I mean," he said again, both hands gently tracing a path to her stomach and stopping there.
It was then that the blushing Marta knew exactly what he meant. Still red, she turned to face him and placed both hands on the sides of his face.
"I can give you that as well," she said quietly. "But you must first do something about that which looms over all our heads."
"…What the hell are you talking about?"
"You know what I mean," she said, looking directly into his violet eyes. In the reflection of Marta's emerald hues, he saw his own eyes, filled with the thoughts and fears of his subconscious.
And he knew exactly what she meant.
"Greed…?"
"Yeah?"
"Let go of me."
"Hmm… no. Sing, first." As if on cue, the radio on the bar counter flipped on. And out of cruel irony, it began to play "Almost."
I almost
Dialed your number when I
Thought the coast was clear
'Cause it's looked up for so long at me
And said "Call me, please…"
"I think I've heard this song before….."
"It's the one I sang in the shower, idiot…." Marta muttered.
But the place was closing
The counter girl turned the sign
The cooks were getting their coats and I got mine
And said "Goodnight" to the sea of empty seats
"You can join in anytime, Marta."
"…you really suck, Greed."
"Don't blame me- that radio's messed up."
"…fine."
And if I am a sailor
Then you are the warm gulf wind
And you've blown into this little port and roused my dreams again
I see my mouth moving when I talk to you, I do
I see my lips and I feel like a kid
Who can't keep something hid
'Cause I've been under
The paper you were writing on
You left your impression long after you'd gone on me
Marks only I can see
And if I am a sailor
Then you are the warm gulf wind
And you've blown into this little port and roused my dreams again
When we say "Sometime later"
You know that we don't say when
You have blown into this little port and roused my dreams again
I almost
Dialed your number when I
Thought the coast was clear
'Cause it's looked up for so long at me
And said "Call me, please…"
And if I am a sailor
Then you are the warm gulf wind
And you've blown into this little port and roused my dreams again
When we say "Sometime later"
You know that we don't say when
You have blown into this little port and roused my dreams again
Sailor to wind…
When the song was finished, the radio immediately began to play another one. Marta tried to stand up, expecting to be freed, but was held back, obviously.
"Come on, Greed! Lemme go!"
"But I don't want to…" he whined. She continued to struggle, until her arms snapped back and she flew forward, her lips finding Greed's.
If you would sit
Oh-so-close to me
That would be nice
Like it's supposed to be
If you don't I'll slit your throat
So won't you please be nice?
If you would hug
Your arms right 'round me
That would be nice
Like it's supposed to be
If we part, I'll eat your heart
So won't you please be nice?
Somehow, her mind didn't kick in right away, and she stayed in that position for a few seconds, feeling wonderful.
Oh, don't you love this romancing?
Know that it's your life you're chancing…
La da-da…
And then her mind activated, screaming bloody murder. She pulled away quickly- too quickly. She fell off Greed's lap and onto the floor.
Isn't it nice? Now you've married me
Sugar and spice, ooh, like it's supposed to be
If you go, I'll get your dough
So won't you please be nice?
"Marta, the denial thing's cute 'n all, but really- it's getting a bit annoying," said Greed with his usual bluntness. She gave him a strange look.
"Ya know what?" she said, getting up and sitting back on his lap. "Whoever invented denial can jump off a cliff." And with that, she kissed him right on the lips.
Stop with your jazz oratory
I only listen to top forty-
NSYNC rules!
She tried to pull back, but you know what Greed's like. That greedy bitch. She felt a strange, moist object against the cavern of her mouth, feeling its way around. Oh, it's just his tongue. Then she understood what that meant. As it passed over her teeth, she bit it, causing Greed to flinch. She took advantage of that and broke to kiss. She just meant to give him a chaste kiss, not ignites his insatiable passion.
"Ow… that hurt…"
"You deserved it. Good lord, I can't believe you tried to french me…" she retorted, standing up.
"Hey, you asked for it, babe," he said, flashing a flirtatious grin. She blushed slightly.
"N-no I didn't…" she stuttered, glancing away.
"Maybe not in words, but you gave me the feeling that that you wanted it." She stared at him.
How'd he find that out?
OO OO
"Kaa-chan…"
…
"Kaa-chan…!"
"Kaa-chan, wake up!"
"DAMMIT, KAA-CHAN! DON'T GO BACK TO SLEEP!"
A small girl's face slowly formed in front of her eyes. She was slightly tanned, with army green eyes and blond hair which eventually darkened to a dark, blood red. It was messily put into a low ponytail, with hairs sticking out at odd angles. She saw, as the girl talked, that she had such peculiar, sharp teeth, like a shark's.
"Papa says he needs your help with something… I SAID DON'T GO BACK TO SLEEP-"
It was then that Marta awoke, feeling strangely cold. While searching for the nonexistent warmth, she remembered the dream perfectly, although there wasn't much to remember as it was quite short. Like Ed Elric. Ha, ha ha….
Ha ha ha…
Yeah, he's gonna murder me.
So anywhoo, Marta was slowly deciphering her dream, taking note that the child looked like her and Greed combined.
Wait… her and Greed… combined?
Wouldn't that mean that they…?
Blushing furiously, she thought But wait! Homunculi can't have kids, can they…? It hasn't been proven to be false or anything, but… She pondered that for a minute or two, until she finally thought They could probably have children if they really wanted to.
Putting that aside, she got dressed and left the bedroom. After looking for about ten minutes, she deduced that Greed was currently gone.
"Yo, Dorochet! Where'd Greed go?"
"I dunno."
"What!"
"I said 'I dunno.' He probably left sometime last night, 'cause he wasn't here this morning."
"…I'm going to kill him…"
