Written for frostious in my request a drabble post on LJ.

I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist.

One thing about Greed was that he didn't like dirty people. Not at all.

So, when he rescued his followers from the fifth laboratory, the first thing he did was cut their hair and buy them new clothes.

Kimblee was different. Kimblee wouldn't let his hair be cut. His exact words were "if you touch a strand of my hair, you won't have a hand left to touch anything every again."

Greed liked him immediately.

It took Kimblee well over an hour to brush out his hair, but when he was done, Greed was happy he hadn't cut it.

"Looking much better, Mr. State Alchemist," Greed said, all but purring.

Kimblee grinned and stroked a strand of his hair.

"Come here," Greed said, moving to one side of his couch.

Kimblee came after a moment of hesitation.

Greed grabbed a lock of Kimblee's hair and ran his fingers through it.

"It's soft," Greed said. Kimblee nodded.

"Sit in front of me," Greed said, and Kimblee complied.

Greed wrapped his arms around Kimblee's neck.

"I thought you said I'd loose my hand if I touched your hair."

Kimblee said nothing.

Greed laughed and pressed his lips to Kimblee's ear. "You don't have to be tense. I won't bite," he thought for a moment. "Unless you're into that sort of thing. I can make an exception then."

Greed sighed when Kimblee didn't laugh, and ran his hair through Kimblee's hair, pulling it back.

"What are you doing?" Kimblee snapped and Greed laughed.

"I see Mr. State Alchemist found his voice. Hold still."

"My name is Kimblee."

"Well, now we're getting somewhere," Greed said, and clapped his hands. "Finished."

Kimblee felt his hair, only to realize it was tied back and bound.

"You're only going to unwrap your hair for me, Kimblee-kun."

Kimblee stared at him blankly.

"I'm greedy, and I want your hair all to myself."

Kimblee grinned.

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