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Who: Pride (

goldenpride) and Greed (

guridosama)
What: Pride goes back to house 25 and a fight follows
When: After Roy leaves to search for the other Elric with Al.
Where: Looks like it'll start in front of the bakery
Summary: Fight
Rating: R (strong violence, language, possible bloodshed)

Things were not going as he had thought they would. Not the way he planned. Why did Roy have to go look for that other Edward? That other one. Pride hated him. Hated that he now had two things that Pride wanted. Damn him. This left Pride feeling distraught and a bit jealous. A bit? No more like a lot. He shrugged as he stood infront of the bakery, arms folded across his chest, waiting for Greed to arrive.

He wasn't about to tell Greed where he had been. Not even. And if he were to find out? Well, Pride would have to run like hell. Either that or stay and fight and facing off with Greed wasn't something that he wanted to do. At least no one else would ever find out that he killed Riza. A smirk took place upon his face at the thought of that. If Roy or any of his friends did find out, Pride would be as good as dead.

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Greed had managed to find something to use as a torch and was going through the town. He'd finally gotten word from Pride, which was good because he'd been pacing in their room for about four hours before hearing from Pride. He was quick to get to the bakery and his relief was obvious as he slumped slightly at the sight of Pride standing there.

"Hey." He said, smiling at him.

He was startled by the sudden appearance of him. It was almost as though he came out of nowhere, which was true for the most part since it was so dark.

"Lets go home." He said, wanting to hit Roy right now if he were to see him for taking off with the other world's Alphonse. He felt a bit betrayed by everything and let down.

His smile slipped some at Pride's words. They didn't sound too enthused. He wrapped his arm around Pride's shoulder and began to lead the way back to House 25. "Is something on your mind?" He asked after several minutes of silence.

His mind kept going back to the thought of Riza. Would she ever find out what really went on and if so, what would happen to Pride if she did? He couldn't help but wonder and now worry since Roy had shown up. He kept thinking about that. Over and over again. "Huh? No." He replied. It was plain as day that Pride wasn't the one in control of things right now, it was Edward and it was easy to tell because of the tone of his voice. When they reached the house, a lantern was on the porch that gave off a decent amount of light so the two of them wouldn't trip as they made their way up the stairs.

Greed had the strange feeling that Pride was hiding something from him. And it didn't make him happy. After successfully getting into the house, Greed lit a lamp he'd found earlier and led Pride up to their room. When they were inside the room, the door closed, he turned to his lover, "Now, tell me what's up. You were missing all day and when I find you, you're all quiet and whatnot. And don't lie to me again."

He took a step back away from Greed. "I don't have to tell you anything." He snapped at him. Ah, yes, there was that mouthy attitude that his other half had when it came to obeying, following orders, and so on. Edward always had a bit of trouble with those things. He took another step back and gave the other sin a glare. "Not a damn thing."

Greed studied the man for a moment before it dawned on him that it was Edward talking, not Pride. The voice and stance was completely different. "I wasn't asking you, I was asking Pride." He said before pressing Ed against the wall. "So stop being a small pain in the ass and let me talk to him."

He shook his head as he could hear his other half screaming at him and he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. "He doesn't need to talk to you!" He said through gritted teeth. "You really want to know where we've been?" He asks and a smug smirk appears on his face. "With Roy. That's right, he arrived here recently and that is exactly where we've been. Where I've been and dragging Pride a long with me. I don't care if it's against his will. It's what I want. This is my body, not his."

Several emotions passed over his face at that. Hurt, anger, sadness, and confusion. But mostly anger. He slammed the smaller frame against the wall. "It's not your body. It's mine. I laid claim to it. Pride willingly gave it to me. I don't really give a shit what you think, you little shrimp. And as for Roy Mustang. Consider him dead."

The back of his head had hit against the wall and he cringed a bit. "This body will never be yours and as far as Pride goes, I'm not letting him control things anymore. I've been through enough and it's going to stop right here!" He snapped and gave the other sin an ice cold glare. "If you ever harm Roy, I'll kill you myself."

"I'd like to see you try, short shit." Greed hissed, slamming him against the wall again. "Let Pride tell me himself. Then I'll let you go yourself." He growled.

A loud cry ripped from off of his lips as the back of his head hit the wall again. He knew that his other half would never forgive him for what he was about to do. Not in a million years. But he didn't care. It was his body. He was Edward Elric. He wasn't about to let a homunculus take him over. He didn't want to be one of them. His eyes opened and he did the best impression of his other half that he could do. "You're not worth my time anymore. Now let me go." He hissed at Greed.

It sounded like Pride...but how could he just say something like that? Greed let go, his face stoic. "Then get out." He finally snarled, "Get out of this house. If I ever see you again, I'll rip your wings from your back and watch you bleed and when you come back? I'll rip 'em off again. OUT!"

He smirked. Well that was easy enough. However, that wasn't the case for his other half. He was trying his best to keep him at bay and locked away. But he kept trying to break free from those mental chains. He decided to make his exit before things got too carried away. He ran out the door and down the stairs, leaving the house and taking off into the night.

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