A/N: 'Ello, 'ello. How has this Sunday gone for you all? OH WELL. WHO CARES. I just want to confess that over the past week, so many IDEAS have planted themselves inside my brain. Yes. Like fruit. They're just waiting for me to NOMNOM at them. SO I HAVE A HUUUUGE QUESTION FOR YOU GUYS.
Some people want this story to be Greed x OC x Ling as well. See, the problem here is…to make the story much more independent than the actual plotline of Brotherhood, I popped in Cain, the other OC. At first he was just there to show more of Catalena's personality and junk, but after the week passed he's become much more relevant to the story, and I just love him bunches now that I'm trying to also incorporate his own roles.
UGH. I RAN OFF TRACK (How embarrassing). So, anyway, this story is also OC x OC and I don't want Catalena to be a whore so I was reluctant to do Ling X OC along with Greed. BUT I REALLY DO WANT TO DO LING X OC. 'Cause he's so cute. So my question for you guys is…
Should I do another story just for Ling x OC? I ACTUALLY HAVE ALREADY THOUGHT OF AN OC FOR THIS. X3
Just leave your opinions on a review on what I should do, as it will influence my decision. Oh, but don't forget to review on your thoughts on this chapter as well.
OK LONG AUTHOR'S NOTE SHORT, LET US READ THE STORY NAO.
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA or FMA: Brotherhood. If I did, THERE WOULD BE SO MUCH MORE GREED/LING ACTION/FIGHTING.
Rapacious
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|I don't like that man. I must get to know him.|
Chapter 3
The Good, the Bad, and the Squinty
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My name is Cain Ashford. I'm a Cancer and twenty-five years old. From first impressions, people would often describe me as organized, levelheaded, and approachable. The problem with this is that these observations are composed from my military colleagues… who I have yet to get to know personally. When in the military, one only takes orders and fulfills them.
Catalena usually calls me stupid, but I'm not truthfully. It's only because she relies on logic and realism, finding the most tactful way to solve any situation. Well, I may harbor the burden called compassion she lacks, and I may be overprotective and…sensitive—but even I can see with my sympathetic eyes that the thing she has made a friend with in front of me is not
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Human.
Shows what kind of realist she is.
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She had only just awoken, finding the hour of the day to be almost afternoon. The night before she had drowned under a conversation with Greed, but the point of it had dissipated overnight. Once she pulled off the rather rough covers, she found that she had been removed from the interior of the Devil's Nest, and transferred into one of the Pub's bedrooms.
Well it wasn't worse than the apartment's scratchy felt blankets. Nonetheless, Greed would still be filed a complaint signed with love, by Catalena.
Once she dragged herself in her old attire from yesterday, scratching her bedridden hair, she did not expect to find Greed with another familiar face as she entered the main (and empty) section of the building.
"Cain…?" Her gray eyes, still half-asleep, were rubbed and accompanied with a yawn.
Once his figure and appearance became clear to her and she had rightfully discerned it was her childhood friend, she realized it had been too late to stop him.
Cain already had a gun fitted tightly in one of his hands, aiming it directly at Greed with a distasteful gaze etched on his serious face. His victim didn't peel his own eyes off of him, but it wasn't a glare or anything hateful—more like unimpressed.
"Oh, so this is the hot-headed brat you've been talking about, kitten?" purple eyes glanced at her from Greed's peripheral vision. They cautiously drove back to focus on Cain, "…I can see the hot-headed-ness. But the way he's pointing that gun at me, I fail to see the sensitivity…"
"Cain, drop that gun before you hurt yourself."
Hazel eyes broke heated intensity and faltered into offense and hurt, "Catalena—"
"Ah, there's the sensitivity." Greed chirped, now feeling completely at ease despite the gun still pointed at him.
Cain immediately regained his resentful demeanor, using both hands to hold the gun, "What the hell is this? Who the hell is this? This is the type of people you hang around with? Who is this guy?"
"No, the question here is who the hell are you," Greed snorted, placing a hand on his chest as he scoffed. Scanning Cain's military outfit he added, "…and just who do you think you are intruding upon my humble abode?"
The younger man of the two's teeth clenched before he readied to sound a retort, but Catalena butted in, wrapping her hand around the barrel of the rifle in an attempt to stop Cain.
The gun was slowly lowered from Catalena's influence, "He's my client, and a very loyal one at that. He's offered for us to stay here at his pub, which I accepted. As his guests, it wouldn't be fair of us to return his hospitality with hostility."
There were moments that drifted along with unvoiced thoughts. Cain's own expression was flat, but somewhat flustered as his hazel eyes darted between unimpressed Greed and half-awake Catalena. Reluctantly, he had sighed, turning the safety of the gun off before holstering it on his belt. "I don't know what you are…so explain yourself."
Greed raised an eyebrow as he stood indignantly.
Cain's eyebrows furrowed, "Since even I can tell that you're not an ordinary human."
Greed clapped, and he laughed humorlessly, "Kitten mentioned you weren't very bright, but you look pretty sharp to me, kid." In between the motions of his clapping, Cain caught the red lining of an odd tattoo on the back of his left hand.
"I'd say he's an idealist. Too focused on the thoughts and ideas of things instead of looking at the big picture that was conveniently placed right in front of you." Catalena, who was slightly more alert, began speaking in her usual matter-of-factly tone. Her eyes adjusted on her childhood friend, and looked distant, "I don't know how I came to get to know a person like that, but I guess he interested me. Maybe I just wanted to see how a person like him contrasted me, with his compassionate, intuitive views…"
Greed purred at Catalena, stroking his defined facial features, "Ooh, kitten, that's a little mean. I don't even know the guy and I'm already feeling sorry for him."
Cain did not fully comprehend the meaning behind Catalena's words, but he still felt hurt. Did that mean that Catalena was just using him all of those years? Was he just an object she used to compare herself to? Cain faced his "friend" emotionless, lips slightly parted in shock, and eyes not actually processing her presence in front of him.
She was just manipulating him—there were exactly no personal feelings? This girl he had spent all of his life and shared all of his emotions with—even if they weren't returned—it was all just a farce after all?
As Cain began swimming within a typhoon of his own troubled thoughts, Catalena berated Greed, "Let me finish before you jump to conclusions, Greed."
Her sudden outburst pulled Cain back into reality.
Catalena was now staring Greed down while he looked pretty distraught, "…Maybe…" her gaze shifted to observe Cain's hopeful expression, "…there was an entirely different feeling buried beneath all of those propositions. And that's why he's still here."
"…"
The black-haired younger man of the two's previously depressed face curved into a gratifying smile. Catalena was an introverted person when it came to her feelings. To see her spill even a little bit of her thoughts when it came to something personal instead of logical, was rare.
And since he had known her most of his life, he could count this moment to be the second time.
"Okay, okay, I get it; you guys are close." Greed grumbled, folding his hands behind his back as he paced around the room. Once both the humans' eyes were on him he ceased to face them, "I'll keep that in mind when kitten and I are alone~" He smirked at Cain, whose hand immediately made a dash for his pistol.
He suffered a quick elbow to the ribs, on account of Catalena.
Greed grinned at her gesture, even more flattered that she cared if he did get shot or not, "Anyway…I think we should work a few things out if the brat and I are going to be in the same building. I don't want to turn a corner and find a gun being pointed directly at my face. Even if it doesn't kill me, it gets kind of annoying."
"Which brings me straight back to my old question; just what are you, Greed? Or whatever your name is." Cain spat, his limbs relaxing.
The man called Greed grinned teasingly as he gestured towards his taut chest, "Oh, so kitten does keep a few secrets from her boyfriend? I guess there's a chance for me after all!" Greed's left hand flashed in front of him, which showed Cain his Ouroboros tattoo, "I'm a homunculus. If you don't know what that is, I suggest you question kitten over there."
"Homunculus?" Cain repeated after Greed, directing it at Catalena.
Catalena was facepalming, agitated by Greed's nickname, "It's an artificially created human. From what Greed has informed me with, there are others like him, and they all possess abilities that surpass the natural human. The only other thing I can tell you is that they require a Philosopher's Stone to act as their heart—but hell if I know where to get one of those."
"Philosopher's Stone?"
"Another thing that makes even me draw a blank…hm. I'm not entirely sure what it is. Greed, could you do me a favor and explain it to him?"
"Naw, kitten, I think I'm about to fall over from boredom here. When I said you two could stay here, I didn't say I'd baby your little brother for you too."
"She's younger than me, damn it!" Cain cried in pointless retort. There he went again, speaking before thinking.
"…Moving on to something interesting, what's today's agenda? By the way if you're going out, please take big softie here with you."
Cain's piercing glare only amused Greed while Catalena replied, "Well…I think I'm going to look into a bit about Joseph Warner's current whereabouts. You know, stalking. If you have Bido scurrying around somewhere, could I take him with me?"
"Oh, sure. But you'll have to find him first," the homunculus turned tail and headed towards the exit, "If you need me I'll be somewhere around here." After granting them a single wave, he disappeared.
Catalena began rolling the sleeves of her blue v-neck sweater further up her arms as she questioned Cain, "Well, I'm heading out. I'm not going to baby you, but since it is your day off today—and frankly it doesn't seem to be going well—you should take some alone time off."
Regardless, Cain was fashioned in his State Military uniform. Catalena's only possible reasoning was that he had put on the suit once he found out about the Devil's Nest. How he even found out about it in the first place confused her.
"I really don't like this guy, Catalena," he admitted, giving her a look that screamed for help.
Stormy eyes watched him expectantly, "…I can tell. But please, he's not so bad as you think. Give Greed a chance."
"That's on your terms. On my terms, he's an abomination!" Cain said it with a forceful tone.
"Look, Cain. Think of it this way; it just wouldn't be fair for you to declare that just because he's different than us that he doesn't have the same rights."
Cain shut his mouth, trying to find the right words to say as to not offend Catalena. This was sort of new to him. She usually only wasted her breath defending herself or him—to witness her coming to Greed's defense made him feel rather suspicious that she was developing some sort of…feelings for the homunculus.
The very idea of it brought waves of jealousy to course through him.
"Whatever," Cain muttered, turning his back on her, "…I'll hang around Dublith, then. See you later."
Her eyes bore into his back, expecting him to turn around and see her current expression. Yes, she suspected he would not like Greed. His personality itself was atrocious, but she had looked over it. Cain was never the type to be kind to men—especially ones that were close to her.
Maybe he was jealous? She couldn't swallow the idea.
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"I'm happy Cain was assigned this particular task… " Catalena's monotone voice was directed at the short being accompanying her, "…Now it's my responsibility to make sure everything flows smoothly."
Bido, who had a very raggedy looking cloak pulled over most of his body, looked up at her nervously, "Miss Artenie, you know Mr. Greed isn't very fond of your human friend…"
"Oh, really? I didn't notice."
Despite it being early afternoon and that one of them wasn't human, they were walking a very casual stride alongside other civilians of Dublith. Bido made sure to keep his hood on extra tight and to fold his tail inside the baggy cloak.
"Well, yes, didn't you notice?" Beady eyes looked up to sour ones. Catalena's eyes were sour because the person beside her had no sense of sarcasm. "A-anyway…why did you ask me to come along? I was surprised that—"
"Since Greed would probably get you to follow me anyway, I'd rather it be of my own accordance. Besides, I could use your spider skills." Still on the palm of her hand was the address she had written from the pamphlet Cain threw at her the day before. She would find the place Joseph lived at, and use Bido's spy skills to snoop around a bit before making her next move. "…I still can't believe this guy would dare to break our agreement and even turn me into the military. He's so going to end up dead."
"You're going to kill him?" Bido's voice raised, loud enough for people who were nearby could hear them. He immediately brought his hands over his mouth once Catalena glared at him, but it was futile.
A pair of military officers, who just so happened to be those nearby people, began closing in on them.
"M-my apologies, M-miss Artenie!" Bido muttered, clinging one of his hands onto the fabric of her tight pants.
Catalena heaved a sigh, glancing between the two officers gesturing for them to stay where they were and then to Bido, who began trembling, "Just follow my lead."
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The young Sergeant Major strolled through the marketplace of Dublith, keeping an eye on his watch as well as browsing any interesting trade goods. He always kept a hefty sum of cash on him wherever he went, and he didn't mind spending it—contrary to Catalena, who preferred to hoard it.
Along with the other shoppers in the busy marketplace, he sort of stood out in his military uniform, so most of the shouting voices were obviously directed at him.
"Hello Officer! Would you like to try some of these imported fruits? Courtesy of Xing!"
"No thank you, miss, " Cain smiled at the merchant, giving her a curt wave.
"SIR! SIR! WOULD YOU LIKE TO TRY SOME OF THESE SOAPS?"
"No thank you, I have much at home, "Cain, turning around to face the owner of the voice, was met with a old man with large beady eyes.
"THEY'RE MADE FROM THE FINEST FATS OF ANIMALS."
"…Uh,—"
"I GUARANTEE YOU YOUR TONED BODY WILL BE CLEAN."
"..."
"Mister! Would you like some fresh milk?"
"Well, if it's fresh, I—"
"Guns! Guns for sale, here!"
His hazel eyes were fixed on a gun salesman advertising his goods. The offer for milk was erased from his mind. With a smile so excited it rivaled that of a child's, the soles of his military boots began their course towards the gunsmith.
Cain gave the stranger a very friendly wave and smile before scanning through his collection of pistols. Cain preferred pistols to rifles anyway, as they were easier to hide within his military uniform.
Glee shot up from within him as he fancied a particular model. Reaching for his wallet within his pant pocket, his gaze lifted to the awaiting merchant, "One second, please—"
"Sure."
The bearded and welcoming face of the tradesman then melted into a sheath of black as his vision became hindered. Not so much as hindered—more like he was completely blind as everything became dark. It was a bag or something similar being pulled over his head. Did he just become some victim in a criminal act like theft within the marketplace?
"Excuse me, but I need to borrow you for a second," a male voice spoke cheerfully to his curtained ear.
His hands were about to pull the casing off of his face but they were restrained against his back; the feeling of quick hand movements came after, wrapping his wrists and hands into a tight knot with a rope. Before he knew it, he was lifted off of his feet and it felt like he was being carried away. There was some hard shoulder that was pressing itself against his tight stomach. Then swift movement ensued. He felt himself being pushed through the lively crowd.
"Outta the way, people! This is a kidnapping! A kidnapping! Make room or I'll stab him!"
"EEK!"
"KIDNAPPER!"
"Someone call the military!"
Cain was able to mutter some sort of curse, but it became lost within the shouts of other people around him. Something was happening—he being kidnapped? He didn't recall any certain individuals he pissed off…
"Wait, what the hell—!" His shortened breath repelled back at him as it bounced off the inner surface of the sack. His indiscreet kidnapper didn't utter a word in reply, hasting his movement even more.
So he was being kidnapped…
Worst. Day. Ever.
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"You're telling me this thing here is your son?"
"Yes! Can't you see the resemblance?" Catalena brought Bido to her side, giving the two dumbfounded officers a strained smile.
"Well…he's…" the other officer grimaced at the blotches (scales) framing Bido's face. They had requested he put the hood down.
"You're calling my son ugly? Is that what you're saying? So you're implying that I'm ugly too since he's my son, right?"
"No—no ma'am! That's not what we meant at all! He's just…we don't see the resem—"
"I can't believe you people! He got his looks from his daddy! His father may not be the handsomest man in the world, but it's what's on the inside that counts!" Tears began forming in the corners of her eyes as she threw her arms around Bido's short neck. Bido in return, tried to muster a very helpless look as he stared at the officers.
The two State Military officers gave each other looks with mixed emotions. There was one thing they were both sure of, however. Never call a lady ugly. You stop being a man at that point.
"Um, let's all forget this ever happened, ma'am." Number one said.
"Yeah, don't worry about the whole investigation thing." Number two added.
Her eyes were still watery while she stared up at them, grateful, "T-thank you! My husband will be so happy to have the normal amount of stress he does at home! Say goodbye, Wordsworth."
Taking it as his cue, Bido stuttered, "G-goodbye!"
"Yeah, bye."
"Later."
The two promptly left the scene with the same sense of awkwardness they had entered with. Bido felt a burden being lifted off of his shoulders while Catalena merely sniffed away at the congestion bottled up in her nose. Crying causes stuffy noses, of course.
"That was close. Lucky us."
"All in a day's work, "Catalena, still stuffy, mumbled. Her attention shifted to the height of the sun, which meant it was still afternoon.
At that moment in time, putting her objectives aside, she wondered what Cain was doing.
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The burlap bag was still encasing his head, but regardless he screamed, "What the hell is this! Why am I being kidnapped!" The form of his body beneath the container shifted in its bounds. They tied him to a chair.
After what seemed an eternity of being blind, the perpetrators pulled the bag off of his head, and he was granted sight again.
He didn't expect three ninjas inside a dimly lit room crowding around him.
He had one eyebrow raised, distraught, "…Um…what is this? You're obviously not Amestrian…"
Two of them were wearing hideous masks (In his opinion) and one had only his collar pulled up to cover the lower half of his face. The top half revealed long black bangs on one side of his face and squinty (Benevolent?) eyes.
The squinty-eyed one pulled down his facemask that revealed a smile. He raised one friendly hand as he greeted Cain, "Hey there! What's your name?"
Cain felt all of the air become stolen from him as the kidnapper said those words. This guy kidnapped him without knowing who he was?
"…What the fuck?"
The peculiar stranger's thin eyebrows rose at Cain's remark, but instead he took it lightly, "Oh, so you're confused? Okay, well you see, my name is Ling Yao! I'm from the country of Xing."
"…" He thought they had to be foreign, and not just from looks either.
The other young man gestured a hand to the silent ninjas beside him, "These two are friends of mine who do whatever I tell them to, but I thought it'd be fun if I did a little bit of the work this time."
"…So…you're the one who kidnapped me. Do you mind telling me why?"
"I've heard rumors about an information broker who has vast knowledge of this country. I'm here to look for him! In my search, I was given an address, but when we got there, there was an eviction sign on the door…"
The memories of his anger from the day before boiled within him.
"So I knew we had to dig a little deeper…" Ling smiled, looking rather avaricious as his squinty eyes peered at Cain, "With the help of my shady retainers, we dug a little bit into the military files in…Dublith, right?"
"And you found a description for the officer that was assigned the task of military investigation towards the eviction…right? Which was me."
"Yup! But I seem to have forgotten your name. Oh well! Do you know where this information broker is?" Ling beamed, crouching down in front of Cain.
Hazel eyes filled with distaste stared back at the charismatic being. It wasn't that he hated this person, he just didn't like that he was kidnapped. He could have just asked him, and he might've answered sincerely.
"…It's Cain Ashford…and…since you're a criminal in my eyes, I guess it wouldn't hurt telling you something a little criminal about myself." Ling's eyebrows raised in questioning. "…The thing is, the information broker you're looking for just so happens to be my roommate…I'm basically hiding her from the law right about now."
Ling's only appropriate response was, "Ohhh~ so it's a she, then! Interesting."
Cain felt his temples heat up as well as his cheeks. Struggling against his binds, he rocked his chair in uncontainable anger, "F-forget about that! What the hell do you want to know about, anyway?"
His retainers stirred from behind him, and Ling himself smirked very mischievously. Cain watched him curiously, a scowl etched on his face. Though he couldn't help but feel a trickle of sweat trail down his face as Ling's expression looked darker than before.
"You wouldn't understand. You're just a dog of your military." Ling finished, grinning.
That remark offended Cain greatly.
"The hell you mean 'dog of the military'? If I was a dog, I'd turn in Catalena a long time ago!" He snarled, his chair's legs streaked against the floor as he attempted to lunge at Ling.
Ling laughed, backing up a tinge, "Oooh~ sounds like a confession! Look, I don't want to get on your bad side, Cain. I just want to meet this Catalena friend of yours."
His cheeks blew up from all of the heated emotion, but then he let it all out in one defeated sigh. "…Alright. If you let me write a reconnaissance message on a letter, I'll give you the address to where she can find it and meet with you."
"…" Ling had an unreadable expression. He was probably considering Cain's proposition. Obviously he could just beat the information out of him, but he seemed a pretty nice guy.
"She'll come for certain if I'm your hostage. I know it."
"…Well…Okay. What's the address?"
Cain fiddled around his thoughts for a moment, disliking the idea of going to Greed for help. But at least he was enough of a man to admit he needed help, "…Devil's Nest."
(Night)
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Catalena entered the building, Bido brushing in after her. Once she was inside of the establishment, the smell of alcohol and smoke filled her nostrils. She could also catch the scent of vomit, but that was something she'd rather not ponder about.
Immediately as she entered, a masculine voice was directed at her, "Oi, it's you."
She found it to be Dolcetto, the human chimera who had his genes fused with a dog's and loved samurai get ups.
"Dolcetto, right?" She pointed, "..." After registering him in her vision, she realized in the smoky haze of the Devil's Nest pub were others.
She recognized each of them, and no matter how foggy their names were, was able to distinguish them. Roa, the cow human chimera, Martel, the snake human chimera, a crocodile, Bido, and then some other chimera that just didn't interest her.
And then in the back of the pub was none other than Greed, situating himself between two curvy women and looking quite fulfilled.
"Oh, hey, kitten!" He called upon noticing Catalena and Bido. Immediately his hands pushed against the backs of the two women, and they looked at him in protest.
Catalena realized what he was doing and quickly stopped him, "That's fine. But is this how you spend your immortal years?"
"Psh. It doesn't matter how I live my life since I'm immortal." He paused, his purple eyes lifting to the ceiling in thought, "…Well, almost immortal."
"Almost?"
Dolcetto, who had been the first to greet her, suddenly shoved a slip of paper into her hands. She stared down at it, instantly inferring it to be none other than Cain's handwriting.
"Says it's from your boyfriend, "Greed announced. It was clear that he had read the letter while she was gone, "He's been kidnapped or something."
"And you didn't do anything about it?" Catalena almost hissed, but restrained herself.
"Hey, like I said, I don't like the kid. It wouldn't matter to me if he got killed in a train crash or something." Greed smirked, finding amusement in the thought.
She glared daggers at him, and if looks could kill, Greed would have died a thousand times instantaneously.
He frowned upon noticing it, "…But, um, in the letter it requested that I don't do anything. That Cain needed only your help. I'm not the stubborn one here."
True to his word, she had reached the very same paragraph he was mentioning. Catalena's stormy gray eyes softened at it. "…Oh."
"I wouldn't do anything that would anger you, kitten." He purred again, to her chagrin.
She smiled though, and it earned her frowns from Greed's gang. "I'm flattered. But I think you should focus your attention on the women you have your arms draped around." The two ladies giggled after her comment, but Greed didn't respond to them. Instead he watched as the woman he really was interested in walk out of his front door,
"Wait, you're going to go save him by yourself? It's almost pitch dark."
Still facing the exit, her hand slipped into her pockets. Brown gloves were revealed and she slipped them on tightly. Craning her neck to smirk at the homunculus, she chimed, "Don't worry your handsome little face. I'll be back."
As she left the pub, Greed couldn't help but chuckle,
"Handsome~"
"Our boss is such a playboy."
"But he's also playing with all of us, and we're okay with it."
"Yeah, I guess. I just hope my undying loyalty doesn't get me killed one day."
"Don't jynx yourself, Dolcetto."
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"Here! Want some of this?" The Xingese man, who had shed his black attire, was now wearing a goldenrod shirt that was unbuttoned so it showed his toned chest, and baggy white pants. The bright colors reflected off of his bright nature. After spending hours with the Xingese countrymen, Cain was sure of two things.
One, this guy wasn't at all malevolent.
And two, that pair of ninjas in the background really scare him.
In reality, Ling was gesturing a bowl of rice to Cain, but he only frowned and politely declined it. "No thanks. I'm not hungry after suffering three hours of rope burn centered around my stomach area."
"Suit yourself~"
Cain and even his two bodyguards watched in disbelief as he began wolfing down numerous amounts of food he had purchased with Cain's wallet. Did it annoy Cain? Yes. Was he going to do something about it? Maybe later. When he wasn't tied up.
They were in that same warehouse they dragged Cain into, confined for approximately a good three hours to get the letter sent and then to wait for Catalena's arrival. Cain didn't exactly mind, either. He actually preferred being kidnapped by those three individuals than sharing stink eye with Greed.
The only thing he hoped for during that time was that Catalena did come to save him. He had always believed in her, but after finding out her feelings of him and the lies she kept, he was a little unstable.
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A/N: Ling, Ling, my love~ Let's elope together if you were real! :D
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