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Current Mood: bouncy
Current Location: Temple

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When; November 2, Evening
Rating; PG13-R, because Adiane may or may not get violent with him.
Characters; Greed

so_very_greedy and Adiane

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Summary; Greed finally gets Adiane to agree to a date, but what does the night hold for these two opposites?
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Greed was just busying himself with the final preparations for his date when he heard the famiilar clack of heels on the steps of the temple steps. A sound he had heard many time, from many different women, but each unique and special in it's own melodious way. He covered the food he had ordered and pulled the good wine from the refrigerator, then set it all on a cart and placed it aside in the kitchen.

"She's here~," he chirped happily, almost giddy with anticipation. There was always a certain satisfaction in reaching a sought after goal, and Greed had "sought" a date with Adiane for a long time, now.

He darted to the main room, sliding the last 13 feet across the hardwood floor. He pushed open the massive, cathedral-like entrance door and bowed deeply to the woman he knew was on the other side.

"Nice of you to come, pretty Miss Adiane. Welcome."

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Shrugging, Adiane accepted the refill and fell silent as she thought of how to respond. Though quiet, she was obviously seething on the inside. Her eye twitched and her body visibly tensed.

"You've been trying to get into my fucking pants since I got here," she explained as calmly as she could, though there was venom in her voice. "And regardless of how stupidly strong you are, you won't fight me seriously because I'm a woman. And that has always been enough to piss me off, whether you're homo sapien or not. Ask anyone from my world that knows me. I beat the shit out of Viral the other day for saying derogatory things about women."

"Yeah, but I doubt a male of your species would beat me, either. It's nothin' personal, babe. And as for the sex thing, I was created to be greedy. Is it my fault that I can't help but want beautiful women? It's not like there's any risks involved. Have you ever been with a man, anyway?"

"I admit, I'm attracted to strong men, but your being able to defeat Viral would have done very little to sway me. Just because you were made that way doesn't mean I'm not allowed to think you're a fucking pig."

Adjusting her cold towel so it was draped across her shoulders, Adiane jolted in surprise at his question. Impulsively, she snapped, "What the hell business is it of yours?! ...Besides, I was a general. Despite being surrounded by fucking disgusting pigs like you all the time, I didn't have time to be with a man."

"So?" he asked, refilling his own glass, "Now ya' do have time, right? Not like there's much else to do around here. Besides, everybody has to learn sometime, and it's better with someone who as experience, right? I have a good two centuries without any complaints, ya' know."

He pulled his feet from the water and folded them indian-style under himself.

"Or if you'd prefer, I can fight ya' WITHOUT usin' my shield at all."

"Don't insult me. If I fight you, I don't want any handicaps. Even if it means I lose, I can come out of it with at least some of my dignity in tact."

She mulled over what he said, taking a drink of her wine and swishing it around in her mouth before swallowing. It was true she had a lot of free time in the City. Since Lord Genome had no use for Beastmen, she was free to do whatever she wanted.

"Just because I have nothing better to do, doesn't mean I'm going to fuck you. I'm not a whore." She brushed a strand of her bangs from her eye with flourish, snorting indignantly into the night air.

He placed his glass on the floor and slid more fully into the water, sighing as the soothing water moved up over his waist.

"What does that have to do with anything? Enjoyin' sex doesn't make you a whore at all. Tell me how," he asked, indignant, "There's nothin' wrong with enjoyin' carnal pleasure, good food, and fine company."

He moved closer to where her legs were in the water.

"It's not like you have anything to lose."

"Huh. You don't know that."

Propping her chin in her hand, she leaned forward on her knees and watched him with a dark little smile. "If I gave into those kinds of things, carnal pleasure more specifically, I'd be no better than the sick, disgusting Beastmen I've been trying all my life to prove I'm better than." Guame, with his harem city of human girls, came to mind. "Unless you're something special, I have no desire. If you think you can change my mind, let me assure you I'm really, really--" A pause as her smile widened. "Really fucking set in my ways."

"So basically you can't let go of the fact that you've got a chip on your shoulder? Why the hell do you even care? Whatever people you're talkin' about are gone. I sure as hell haven't seen any Beastmen beside Viral, and he's YOUR subordinate. Ya' don't have to prove yourself to the world, Adiane," he said, "You should do what I did and just stop worryin' about the past. When I left my duties, I never looked back."

"I didn't want to leave my duties, Greed." And therein lie the problem. "I was happy as long as I was useful."

She sighed, growing a little frustrated with him. Partly because, she didn't want to admit that he was right.

"You're beginning to sound a lot like Lord Genome. He told me that I need to learn to relax. Maybe in time, but not right now. It's too damn soon for that."

"Adiane, bein' here means that ya' gotta' find a new purpose. Even on the off-chance that there was a way for you to get back to your world, it would have changed a hell of a lot."

He shifted over and sat right next to her.

"But ya' know, I happen to be good at helpin' people relax. I could always rub your shoulders, too."

"Don't remind me. According to Viral, I've been dead for seven years. I don't want to see a planet overrun by naked monkeys." She scoffed at the thought.

Adiane tensed again when he sat next to her. Alarms went off at his sudden proximity, along with the offer for a massage. Grinning devilishly, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear,

"No chance, shithead~"

He moved his lips next to her ear, undaunted by her rebuff at his advances.

"What's the matter? Afraid I might go to hard on ya'?"

"Afraid of you? Oh ho!" She said, leaning away from him to chuckle heartily. Her twail curled around to put some distance between them, the appendage waving back and forth in front of Greed.

"I assure you, that's not the case." Pulling her legs out of the water, she hopped back onto her feet. Hands on her hips, she glared down at him with all the intensity of a madman.

"I'm getting tired of sounding like a broken record, really. I said no."

He reacted to her aggression with some of his own, grasping the end of her tail and looking her in the eyes.

"Then why the trepidation, dear? You'd think I was gonna' attack you or somethin'."

That was it. That did it. Violation of personal space along with another humiliating jab aimed at her ego.

"I thought I told you not to touch me without permission!" She all but screamed at him, fire hot rage burning in her eye as her tail squirmed in his grasp. "Disgusting pigs should know their place! I am not, am not, am NOT, absolutely refuse to defile myself by mating with you! Let go of me!"

"Goddamn it!" he yelled, pushing her tail aside and back her up to the nearest wall, putting his fist through a spot beside her head.

"Now you listen here, lady. I am NOT a "disgusting pig" and am not going to be called one by YOU. If I were a "disgusting pig", you'd be in a much worse spot. I could do anything I wanted to you and you wouldn't be able to do a damned thing to stop me."

He pulled his arm free and retreated back several feet, crossing his arms.

"The problem is with YOU, not ME, chick. YOUR issues are the problem here, not mine. Got it?"

For a second, real fear crossed her features and she almost cowered, the blood rushing quickly through her cold, dead heart and pounding in her ears. She blinked up at him, jaw slightly agape and working, trying to forumlate a response to his outburst.

What he was saying was the truth.

She would not be able to speak until she regained even the tiniest shred of composure back, so she took a moment simply to breathe. To push aside her fear, swallow her pride.

When she spoke, it was pitiful, and she just as soon kill herself after the words left her mouth, "You're right."

Greed was actually taken aback by her reaction. He was practically tensed, ready to hold up a defensive posture if she attacked. Was that the scent of actual fear?

"Look..." he started, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, "I...uh...What I mean is..."

He clapped his hands loudly against his face and released a sigh.

"Look, I'm sorry I lost my temper like that."

The last little bit of fear melting away at his apology, Adiane straightened and regarded him seriously, without the usual air of arrogance she carried.

"This is my fault," she explained calmly, looking him square in the eyes. "I don't like, let alone trust, men in general. I've had to suffer a lot of ridicule and embarrassment in my lifetime thanks to my gender. There are only three men I have ever trusted with all of my heart and soul. Two of those men are here."

She blinked slowly.

"And one of those men, I need more than you right now."

With another deep sigh, he went to fetch her shoes.

"Then I guess you'd better go see him," he said, holding them out for her, "There you go."

Adiane, suddenly feeling very drained after that little fiasco, did not argue as she got into her heels. Begrudgingly, she approached him, wrapping her towel loosely around his neck.

"Thanks for the talk, anyway," she muttered, none to happy for having to thank Greed for anything, but he did help her.

"Right," he said, walking her out of the bath area and to the front door.

"You'll ajust," he said, don't let it get you down."

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