"I own nothing except the clothes on my back, and even those can be taken from me."

- Kibou-Greenbird -

- Devil's Drabblings -

'Cause even the Devil himself needs some lighthearted fun.

The Last Drabble

Title: Corsets

Rating/Genre: K+/Humor

Summary: He had always wondered what was under there…

Pairing: Greed X Marta… I guess. XD

(Drabble: Start)

Ah… Come on, you're almost there… Just a little more- GODDAMMIT!! thought a frustrated Greed, having difficulty holding down a string of curses.

You see, he had been trying to inconspicuously look down a certain snake's shirt for about a week now, after discovering something shocking:

Marta doesn't wear a bra.

Well, not a regular one, anyway.

This was discovered about a week and a half ago, when a slightly tipsy Marta was unaware that her shirt was hanging off her shoulders during her angry, drunken rant about the military, showing off her well-toned shoulders, which were surprisingly bare. This led to questions such as "Is she wearing a strapless?" or even "Is there anything under there at all?"

Greed's slightly lecherous curiosity drove him insane until he finally decided this:

I'm going to see what's under there if it's the last thing I do!

He decided also to try to do it subtly at first, as not to attract her attention. But… but it was like she could unconsciously sense him peering at her, because she kept thwarting his attempts somehow.

…Well, to hell with that plan!

He stared intently at her… assets from the sofa, wondering what he could do to unravel this great mystery. Marta saw this immediately and said quite plainly "Wow, could you be any more obvious?" She stood in front of him, clearly annoyed. "I know you're Greed 'n all, but really, have some self-restraint."

Well, there's always the direct approach…

"What the-?! Hey!!" Greed had abruptly pulled her down by her tank top, looking straight down into the depths of her cleavage, revealing…

"…huh?"

"You can let go any day now, Greed! You're stretching out my shirt!!"

"Corsets."

"What?"

"You're wearing corsets!"

"Whuh- Just let go, okay?!"

"Not until you explain this."

"Greed… It's a bit hard to explain when I'm in such an awkward position. NOW LET ME GO." Greed just realized how far he made Marta stretch just to view her breasts. Her head was about two inches away from his face, and she was partially leaning on his legs. Her hands were on his shoulders, the last piece in the balance that kept her from falling. He let go, and he felt those hands press onto his arms. She used him as a springboard to balance herself while pushing off. She sat down next to him.

"Look, everything else was in the wash, alright?" she said, flustered.

"That still doesn't explain why you have them…" She sighed.

"Trust me when I say this, Greed. You don't want to know."

…but he did want to know.

(Drabble: End)

Ah… That's it. I told you I wouldn't let this have a sad ending. XD

I kinda didn't want to upload this, but I figured 'Oh, what the hell. I'll give it a shot.'

Ironically, this was the first drabble ever written. Funny, non? (Agh, French! It's taking over my brain! xDD)

So, yeah. It's over now. Get out.

-Kibou