Bwa ha ha ha ha, Dante's Fate....
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Hesitate
Spoilers: entire series; episode 51 specific
Summary: Dying's not a spectator's sport, but why should that stop Greed?
Notes: Ghost!Greed's fun. ;)
She clapped her hands in the usual alchemic fashion, centuries long...yet faltered when she saw him. Not Hoenheim of Light, not her son, not even his pale and malicious imitation...but her rebellious little failure. Dante was not sure how she saw him, wasn't sure if it was in the lighting or the reflecting metal or in Gluttony's glimmering fangs...she just saw Greed. Oh, the posture was very in character for him, leaning against the wall so casually, with such disrespect...but the expression was off; it was neither the idiotic smile he'd wear that irked her, nor the bloody and broken expression that had amused her so, taking pride in the way she brought him to his knees, punishing him like the disobedient child he was...no, none of that at all.
Greed's violet eyes held the most cold glare, lips in the most thin and hard line--something Dante found too out of place amid his normally gentle face, she had always found him far too gentle, too damn kind, too soft, and that was reason enough to have taken him down to the mansion's basement and shatter him over and over again. Oh, how she and the skull laughed then....
His glare, his eyes...good lord, he was actually matching Envy now.... And just as quickly, the illusion of similarity vanished as Greed cracked a wicked, fanged smirk, then promptly burst into a fit of laughter, the likes of which Dante had never seen. Rocking with mirth, the apparition--for surely it was an apparition, he just could not be here--leaned further into the wall, removing his hands from his pockets and crossing the arms across his broad chest; laughing, laughing, laughing, she moved to silence him, seeking the bones, imagining the usual: a snapped neck there, a beating here, the most delectable form of rape the centerpiece--
She falters in a fraction of second, and once Dante is finally snapped back into the present, Gluttony's fangs snap down, and there is nothing, yet she swears she can still hear the laughter.