Log; Complete

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Date: January 28th, evening
Rating: R for violence, blood, and language
Characters: Greed {so_very_greedy}, Tayuya {violentflutist}, and Glinda {popular_likeme}
Summary: Tayuya sees fit to return a nice gesture. She just didn't consider the witch might not be alone.
Log:

Soft steps approached an apartment in building six. Number eighteen, to be exact. A card, a get well card, was clutched in a fist, the delicate paper crumpled from the pressure. It was Tayuya, standing, albeit unsteadily. She wasn’t supposed to be out of bed yet, but… fuck it. She could not take staring at the damn card any longer without doing something about it. She had slipped out when Suigintou had gone somewhere earlier that day, wincing every now and then as she strained newly healed bones. But finally, she had reached her destination, discovered by waiting for inhabitant to pass the Square and following, her ninja skills still able to keep her unseen. Finally, after what seemed an eternity of standing and glaring at the door, Tayuya raised a hand to knock.

Greed was in the middle of "enjoying" his time with Glinda, when he heard a knock. He grumbled and bid her to wait a moment, kissing her on the lips, then got up and walked through the apartment. He mumbled under his breath as he opened the door. "Stupid motherfuckers ruining my nookie time...Put my fist in a motherfucker's mouth..." And low and behold, there was Tayuya. She looked a little bit out-of-sorts, but otherwise okay. Shit. "Uh...Well, uh...Hey!" he nervously said, rubbing the back of his head. He realized he was in a bathrobe with boxer shorts that MIGHT have covered his decency, had the slit in the center not accidentally "unleashed the beast" when he opened the door. "...So..."

Tayuya’s face suddenly flashed through several emotions. First shock. Then intense, raging anger, something unidentifiable, and then apathy. Cold, stone, blank, apathy. Though her muscles and body immediately tensed as her gaze lowered with a sneer before coming back to meet his gaze, neck craning a bit. “You don’t live here, Greed.” She finally said, her voice terse. “So go get the bitch who does, I have some business to settle with her.”

"I can't do that. I won't...Hold on a sec," he turned around and stuffed himself back into his boxers, "...I won't let you hurt her." He blocked the door fully, fixing his gaze on her. "You've gotta' let this stuff drop. What the hell brought you here, anyway? You wanted me away, I've kept away for awhile. What more do you want? Not like she can hurt ya'."

“I’m not going to hurt her, Greed.” It was a chore to try and keep her voice level and free of emotion. “… I have something of hers I need to return, and I’m hardly in any condition to fight her at the moment, or you, now aren’t I?” She shifted, letting her spine give an ominous creak, though it pained her. “Now move the fuck aside and let me speak to the bitch of the house, okay?”

Greed carefully weighed the options, then let her in. “Okay. I believe ya'." He led her to Glinda's room, then knocked on the door. "Yo, put somethin' on. Somebody is comin' in. Don't freak out." They waited a few minutes, then entered the room.

Glinda rose quickly, grabbing the bathrobe draped over a nearby chair and pulling it on. As she secured the tie around her waist, she thought about Greed's words. 'Don't freak out. 'Why would she freak out? The only people who would come by her apartment at such a late hour were Evey and Anita, and their presence would be no cause for alarm. But the young woman who entered with Greed was neither Evey nor Anita. Glinda froze, the colour draining from her face. She pulled the robe tighter around her body and stepped back. "Tayuya…" The name was a forced whisper, this being the first time the two had faced each other since Tayuya left the witch bleeding in an alley.

“Glinda.” Tayuya smirked, her apathy peeling away as she noted the fear on her face. Good. She’d done good. The card in her hand remained behind her back. “I have something for you, Glinda. Do you want it?” Her voice was silky smooth, almost a verbal caress, condescending and hinted with bitterness, as the state of things. At her anger. She could have stood almost anyone. But not this witch.

"I… I don't know." Glinda's eyes flickered between Greed and Tayuya, emotions behind them changing from a silent plea for help to fear. "It depends on what it is."

Greed didn't trust this situation. He formed his hands to claw in the folds of his robe. If she made any aggressive actions to hurl a projectile, play a tune, or flat out attack, he would be ready.

"Enough games."

"Games?" Tayuya smirked. "No games." She finally pulled the card out, bent from shape, and flashed it, held between two fingers. Her lips twisted in a snarl, however, as she spoke again. "Where the fuck do you get off, bitch?" She didn't move except to brace herself against the door frame, physically weak, but her words just as acidic, her gaze just as hard and cold.

"How did you know?" Glinda frowned, noting first the crumpled card in the ninja's hand and then her use of the door frame for support. "She wasn't supposed to tell you…"

“She didn’t have to.” Tayuya snapped. “No one I know would dare send me something this goddamn girlie, and everyone else who wanted to wish me well came in person.” The sound ninja’s lips curled upwards in a sneer, now. “You’re the only one I know goddamn stupid to send a fucking card to a bitch who wants to see your ass dead.”

"It wasn't stupid, it was a nice thing to do," Glinda said, crossing her arms. "It's not as if you would have seen me if I had come to wish you well in person, and you know it."

“It was and is stupid, Glinda the Good.” Tayuya began idly shredding the card, pieces fluttering slowly to the floor. “Do you know why?”

Glinda watched, open-mouthed, as the ninja destroyed the card. When the last piece had hit the floor, she looked back up. "… Why?"

Tayuya's hand, when Glinda looked up, held a kunai. "This is why, bitch." But instead of throwing it, putting it away, or anything of the sort, she suddenly swung her arm and punched the blade at Greed's midsection in a flash of metal. She wasn't going to, she hadn't planned this, but she was angry. Angry.

The metal sunk into his side as he looked on. He didn't move, didn't grab her, he barely even flinched. Alchemical energy was crackling around the metal were it entered his body, trying to heal around the foreign object. "Well?" he asked, grabbing her kunai-holding hand, "Is that enough?" He pulled it out and used pulled her hand in plunging it into his stomach. "Is that?" Another stab, in his heart. "IS THAT?" He sliced his jugular, spraying her with his blood. "IS THAT?!" Greed grabbed her by the shoulders and got to his knees in front of her. "How much do you have to hurt people near me before you're fucking satisfied! Stab me! Beat me! Gouge my eyes out! Disembowel me! Drown yourself in my blood if that makes you feel better!" With a quick flexing of fingers, he bent the kunai into a twisted piece of metal. He pulled her against him tightly. "Orochimaru made you into a fucking tiger! Stop thinking you have to react like one!"

Tayuya had watched, eyes widening in shock as Greed had done as he did, not fazed by the blood, she saw blood all the time, drew it all the time, had bathed in it, been covered in it, but it was the utter... lack of rage. Lack of rage directed at her, just the... emotion. Behind it, behind him, in him. She didn't make a noise, however, until he pulled her into an embrace, because then she hissed, letting out a low cry as her spine, only recently broken and recently healed, bent painfully as she hung limp, biting her lip to keep from whimpering in pain, eyes tightly shut and unable to speak as she sought control of herself, or the curse seal that pulsed wildly on her neck, trying to get control while she was weak.

He felt her tension and remembered her previous wounds, then released her. "I'm sorry, Tayuya. I forgot you were injured..." He sat against the wall, looking up at her. "What do you want, Tayuya. Not what are you angry about, what do you WANT?"

“What do I want?” Tayuya tried to laugh, but she was panting, trying to keep her seal from taking advantage of her weakened state. “I want a lot of things, Greed.” She snarled, as much as she was able short of breath. “And one of them is this bitch dead, and you to stop being so goddamn annoying.” But her heart wasn’t in it, wasn’t beating, she was tired, she was exhausted, she hadn’t expected him to be here… Her eyes fo(und Glinda’s and she spat, wiping Greed’s blood from her cheek and slinging it in her direction with a glare. “Stupid bitch.” She reiterated. “Keep your goddamn card.”

"No." Tayuya snapped immediately. "I don't want to talk, I came here to give this bitch back her goddamn card and tell her to sober her act up, fast." The ninja tried to stand, knees shaking, though she hid it well.

Greed was not one to deal with nonsense and sass-talk. He gingerly reached over and picked her up in his arms and carried her to the living room, then laid her down on a couch. "Well too bad, because you're going to talk. This shit needs to get sorted out and end." He sat on a chair beside the couch, to push her down if she tried to get up. "Number one, why the hell didn't you tell me you were in love with me? You had that full on romantic thing going and never even friggin' told me."

Try to get up was exactly what she did. Tayuya couldn't wrest herself free from his grasp while carried, weak as she was, but she had enjoyed the sight of Glinda collapsing to the floor with a sob on her way out. "I was never in love with you, Greed." She snapped, rising to her feet feebly and trying to head for the door calmly.

"Bullshit! You said it in that language I don't understand! You'd say it when we were together!" He blocked her path and got low. "Look me in the eyes, damn it! I know what I heard!"

Tayuya glared. "I didn't say that." She snapped again. "That phrase has more than one meaning, Greed." She stepped around him and continued for the door.

"Know what? Fine. Cut and run. That's all you ever do. Cut and run." He stomped back indoors to attend to Glinda.

You're one to talk. Tayuya almost snapped that, but instead snapped her shoulders back with a wince. "Go tend your bitch." She shrugged. "At least some other women still want you, you'll get over it fast." And her heart was strangely calm as she opened the door and slammed it behind her.

Greed quickly attended Glinda and wrapped in her clean undersheet, then brough her out into the main room. "I'm sorry you had to see that. Only extreme measures even get her attention. I'm so, so sorry." He hugged her to his chest, stroking her hair.

The witch shook in his arms, hands covering her face. She didn't dare remove her hands, fearful that all she would see was blood. She could hear Greed, feel him, but his words didn't reach her.

He kissed her forehead and rocked her against him, pulling her hands to his face and touching his forehead to hers to make her focus on him. "Shhhhh, shhhh, it's okay...S'okay..."

Glinda looked into Greed's eyes. They were safe, no blood there. That was what had scared her the most; that sick, crimson colour. "... Is she gone?" she whispered.

"Yeah, she's gone. She's gone. Shhh." He kissed her lips softly and laid down on the couch, pulling her against him. "Don't worry. Just try to pretend it was all a dream."

She wrapped her arms around him, fearful of letting go. "Even if I could, there will still be reminders in the morning. Dreans don't leave bloodstains everywhere."

"No, why do you think it's gone from my robe? Our biomatter disintegrates away from our body. In a little while, it'll all be gone." He continued to reassure her.

"... All of it?" she asked, pulling back a little to look at hin. He was right; his robe was clean and unstained.

"Yup, all of it."

She nodded, reassured, and leaned back into the embrace. "... I'm sorry, too."

"You don't have to be sorry," he said, kissing her, "Just sleep. That's all you have to do."

"... Fine." Glinda didn't fight him, sleep already beginning to overcome her. She was both physically and emotionally exhausted. "Just don't leave, alright?"

"Don't worry," he said, holding her tightly and reaching up to shut off the light switch.