Hey guys! I'm back! I heard you wanted a Greedling/Lan Fan one shot so here it is! Man do I love Greed ^_^

BTW: Let's all pretend that Greed didn't die after the battle with Father…pleeasseee I hated to see Greed dying so I gave the cocky bastard a chance at life again ;)

The many faces of Greed

Greed had many faces to offer as Lan Fan, along with everyone else, soon discovered.

Greed the Avaricious, the Homunculus, was the embodiment of Father's greed, one of his "children" and yet he had defied him from the very beginning. Even as he was reborn once again, it did not take him long to once again disobey his Father and flee.

At the beginning, Greed was just like everyone pictured him, a greedy bastard with no care in the world except for money, power and women. But after his fight with Edward Elric and him being reborn inside of prince Ling Yao, he had changed, drastically one might say.

Greed always had a foul mouth, he never missed an opportunity to annoy the hell out of Ed or anyone for that matter, especially Ling. The man was known to brag about his Ultimate Shield, being able to convert it into the strongest form of carbon, diamond and at the same time the most fragile, graphite.

Other times, when the situation was serious and the jokes were cast aside, Greed was offering surprisingly thought out, wise words. Like the time before the Promised Day, where the older Elric brother had had a dispute with the Rockbell girl and Ed had come stomping out of the room like a raging bull.

Greed had offered his advice, hoping it did not fall on deaf ears, it seemed as if Elric had taken his words to heart, because the next morning before they departed to the big battle, the Rockbell girl had waved at them goodbye, a satisfied smile on her face.

Oh, that had been a great opportunity to tease Edward as well, saying things like 'Hoho, that Rockbell girl sure looked all smiles this morning, I didn't see ya leaving her room either. Is there something I should know?', 'Heh, judging from her dazed smile I would say she still felt that in the morning.', 'For her sake, I hope you ain't as small in bed as your height used to be, if ya like I would gladly jump in and take your place for the nights with her,' that last comment had earned Greed a solid, admittedly painful upper cut to the jaw, with the automail hand.

Greed had been damn glad he had rapid healing powers if not…well…let's just say Ling would kill him for dislocating his – their – jaw.

Greed was also funny, most of the time, the guy had a good sense of humor. Sometimes it was uncalled for, other times it was crude and perverted and again other times even kids were safe to laugh at his jokes, a rare occurrence indeed.

Though the more…explicit jokes never failed to make Al blush crazy, some of them even made El blush and that way saying something, though only when they involved Winry.

One time Winry had asked him if he was ever going to settle down, find a woman and perhaps have a family. Greed had laughed at her face, telling her she should as Ling for that, since he "didn't yet get permission to bend over Lan Fan and-" he had never finished that sentence because Lan Fan herself, with a burning blush, kicked Greed between his legs as hard as she could, sending the perverted Homunculus flying.

Ed had whistled at how high the heavy man could fly, though he was disappointed to see him, with binoculars, grinning with his arms crossed, obviously not affected by the below-the-belt hit. Ed could only conclude the man had quickly covered his most prized possession with his ultimate shield, that, or he had nerves of steel.

When Ling retired to sleep and at times, let Greed have free reign over his body, Greed was the most happy. Especially when he was alone with Lan Fan.

Contrary to popular belief, that the Homunculus would do perverted things to the ninja or at least attempt them before getting himself a kick between the legs again, Greed was surprisingly sweet and gentle with her. He would offer to take her for a walk, eat someplace or just sit outside of the Elric-Rockbell home and enjoy the quiet night, with Lan Fan wrapped securely in his strong arms.

Lan Fan knew that at such quiet moments where it was just the two of them, his real personality would surface. None of these facades he would usually put up, though each of them were also a small part of his real self, otherwise he wouldn't be Greed, but this was when he was the most honest.

He wasn't sappy, telling her how much he loved and adored her, that wasn't his style. Instead, the two would remain in silence for most of the time, joke around or talk about their day. Lan Fan knew his feelings, as well as Ling's, so there was no need for sappy love confessions.

Though sometimes, Greed's hands would wander, and Lan Fan's kunai would wander too. It was enough for Greed as long as he copped a feel from time to time, though it made Lan Fan furious, he also knew she enjoyed it.

He had women running after him, fanning over him and fanning themselves, in his past life, when he had wanted nothing but money, women and power, he would have accepted their advances and encouraged them, but he was another man now. He didn't care about women, unless it was Lan Fan, though he loved riling her up, so at times, he would use a clever combination of words and his deep voice to make her think he was flirting with another woman, where in reality he was just asking for the price of their food.

Ed could remember a time when Greed had been very sad and angry at himself, mourning for the loss of Fu after Wrath had killed him. It hadn't only hit the prince hard, but Greed as well. His guilt had been running especially deep after Lan Fan saved him from falling to his certain death with Wrath, where the blood from where her automail was straining seeped through and a few droplets fell on his cheeks, along with her tears.

The tears were the worst. Greed may be crude, perverted and many other things but among them he respected women. He never engaged them in a fight, hell he didn't even kick Lust's ass even if he badly had wanted to, he never treated them as play things, which many people believed him to do just that, and he absolutely hated it when they cried.

When Winry had cried because Ed had said something insensitive again and stomped outside to cool off, Greed had sat down with Winry, after beating up Ed of course, and offered her a tissue and a shoulder to cry on. With his advice and his jokes afterwards he had seen it as a mission complete when Winry would laugh and thank him with a kiss on his cheek.

He would be surprised, no matter how many times she did that, and even feel shy, though he would only admit that over his dead Homunculus body. Ling would always tease him later for secretly being a softie.

Greed would shout his head off and curse some more before hunting down Edward and beating him up again. The man had to vent somehow after all.

But the one thing that never failed to make Greed shed tears…was the memory of how Fu died.

He remembered it so vividly and he still had nightmares occasionally, something he blamed Ling for, but he knew, deep down, it was also him who was suffering.

The old man had grown on him, as short as their interactions had been, when the old man came to save him he had been relieved. He felt a pang in his heart when Fu had said he only rescued him to save Ling, but when their strenuous battle had reached its climax, the old man had admitted that it hadn't only been Ling, but also Greed, he had wanted to protect.

That had melted and destroyed the Homunculus' heart, if he had any at all.

When Lan Fan had held onto his arm with her automail, to ensure he wouldn't fall to his death with Wrath, he had wanted to cry himself. The feeling of the warm, thick drops of crimson liquid against his cheek, Lan Fan's blood, had sent tremors up his spine, caused bile to rise in his throat.

She had been bleeding, because of him. Because of his incompetent ass, the next thing that had made him visibly shake were her tears. The single tear that had squeezed out of her eyes and found its way to land on his cheek. His fury at Wrath had increased, his fury at the man that created him increased a thousand fold, his fury at himself was unbearable.

In the same evening after they were finished mourning for the deaths that occurred, including Fu's and Buccaneer's, Greed had retreated to deep in the forest that had surrounded them. When he was sure he was far enough and that Ling was asleep, he released a torn, broken cry into the night air. He poured his soul into that roar, releasing all his feelings of anger, betrayal, pain and suffering. The events of the past few hours replaying in his head like a movie, he clutched his head, wanted to split his skull apart, but knew it would alert Ling, so he didn't.

Instead, he opted to let his anger out on the nearby trees, bring down tree after tree, he continued his merciless massacre until he could no longer move, panting heavily on the ground, looking up at the dark sky and wondering why he was alive and not the old man.

He, the embodiment of greed itself, a filthy Homunculus. Old man Fu, a kind hearted, strict, protective grandfather to Lan Fan and a guardian and dear friend to Ling. Greed regretted not pulling Wrath with him up the wall and shredding his body and Philosopher's Stone to pieces.

His screams of agony would have at least entertained him for a little while, maybe even make him feel that Fu's death hadn't been for naught. But either way, it hadn't, he knew.

With the memories still in front of his mind's eye, he let the screams of agony, his own screams, consume him until his throat burned and he fell into a exhausted, dreamless sleep.

When Lan Fan had went to investigate from where the ear splitting screams had come from, she was surprised to find Greed passed out on the floor, surrounded by countless of what she assumed once had been trees, now turned to nothing but splinters, with visible tear tracks on his cheeks and his face twisted into a expression of agony.

Greed was many things.

But he certainly wasn't a bad person. He had been the only Homunculi that was the most human-like, the one with the most emotions and most honorable deeds in his second life.

The one who would give his life without a thought as a sacrifice to save someone he loved.

Phew….done for now! PLEASE tell me what you liked and not! Should I change it? Should I continue writing these one shots? I'm not sure if I'm too good at writing FMA one shots….