“So you’re the new Greed,” Hohenheim breathed, his golden eyes taking in the dark, lengthy body in front of him. The body’s previous owner couldn’t have been any older than Edward, his dark hair and narrow eyes assured Hohenheim that the boy use to be Xingian.
The poor soul.
Hohenheim’s eyes narrowed and he glared at the sin through his glasses. “Where are my sons?”
The creature chuckled and smiled, showing off its toothy fangs. “Right this way.” Greed made a motion with his hand to the hallway behind him, before turning and starting down it. Hohenheim gave him a few steps as a head start before following.
They walked in silence, Greed’s grin didn’t leave his face, and the longer it stayed the more uncomfortable Hohenheim began to feel.
By choice, Hohenheim had tried to stay as far away from the homunculi and their “Father” as possible, but now he had no choice. Somehow they had found and captured his sons.
His Edward and Alphonse, the greatest gifts Trisha had ever given to him. For whom he was willing to give up the freedom he had fought so hard for.
Luck was on Hohenheim’s side it seemed, for the only one watching his boys turned out to be a renewed Greed. Maybe he would be able to bargain with the sin for his sons.
His lips tightened into a thin line and he kept his eyes straight ahead, locked on the sway of Greed’s ponytail as he walked, while the wheels in his head turned. Before he knew it, Greed stopped in front of a door. Hohenheim stopped as well, and watched as the sin merely turned the knob and the door clicked open.
Greed turned to smile at Hohenheim, and made a gesture for the man to go on in. Hohenheim didn’t hesitate; he stepped into the room, and was thoroughly surprised by what he saw.
The room was lighter than he had imagined; it didn’t look at all like a dungeon. There was a king-sized bed propped against the far wall, decorated with fine covers, comfortable looking pillows, and Edward, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, a large book laid open in his lap.
Upon Hohenheim’s entrance, his son looked up. Edward’s eyes widened at the sight of his father, and they stared at each other for a long moment, as if both of them were trying to gauge if the other was really there or not.
Edward was the first to speak up. “What’s he doing here?”
It took Hohenheim a moment to realize his son was directing the question to Greed, it took him another moment to realize that the door was shut behind him, as Greed reached down and snapped something cold around one of his wrists.
Hohenheim tugged on the accessory and found the other end of it locked onto a long, horizontal pipe. He looked up, and came face to face with Greed, whose purple eyes were flashing with excitement.
“He, my dear Edward, is our ticket out of here,” Greed stated.
“What?” Edward snapped.
Greed strolled up to the bed, and cupped Ed’s chin in his hand. “It’s a simple trade, my dear Edward. Father has been waiting a long time to catch Hohenheim, and I’ll give him what he wants if he gives me what I want. Freedom.” The word fell out of Greed’s mouth with the sound of triumph, the sin made a wild gesture with his hand as he said it. “You and I will finally be out of this rat hole. We’ll go to Xing and I’ll become Emperor, and you will be by my side.”
Edward’s face was unreadable; he looked at the man who was his father, caught and about to be given to the homunculi’s “Father” for whatever reason. He licked his lips as a battle of morals went on in his mind. Then Greed leaned forward, and whispered, “I’ll even ask Father to release Alphonse, is that what you were waiting for?”
Hohenheim watched with a heavy heart as his son flashed him a look of pity, and then his eyes became hard with determination.
Edward grabbed Greed by the sin’s black-collared shirt and yanked him down in a hard and passionate kiss as a show of gratitude, and all Hohenheim could do was watch.