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Unsettling Affairs	By : xkesshoux Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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individual chapter will have a different rating, different pairings,
different spoilers, and a different setting and timeline. Multiple
people were involved in writing this fic, I do not claim to have
written anything other than my own characters. I do however claim to
have come up with the plot, story idea, and organizing it all. The
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with an unknown number of parts, with alternate storyline as of the
fifth laboratory incident. Enjoy!

Hell
Hath No Fury

Rating:
PG13-R (For language, etc)
Pairings: None
Disclaimer:
I don't own FMA.
Spoilers: None really, but there is
character death, so be warned.
Setting: Dublith/Devil’s
Nest/Liegenstadt, a town in the North.
Timeline: A few days
after Deceit first shows his face in Dublith.

"The
dump's same as we left it," Martel sighed, ducking through the
low doorway. Glancing at the walls around, she ran her hand along the
bar, once smooth and glossed, but now something less than that.
"Kimbley didn't blow up too much, I suppose. Good thing the
bastard's sleeping. I'm in too good of a mood to be spoiled by him."
She couldn't help but smile delicately at the remembrance of the
night before. But then her dull green eyes caught sight of the paper
on the bar. The chimera raised a thin blonde eyebrow and said with a
slight quizzical tone, "At least... I think he's sleeping."

Violet
eyes glanced around, grin instantly fading at the feeling he got from
this place now, his arm moving from where he'd rested it around
Dorochet's waist. "I smell a rat..."

Dorochet
frowned, turning his nose in the air. It twitched at the scent it
picked up, and his eyes narrowed, glancing at Greed. "Actually,
its a cat boss..."

The hint
of a snarl curled Greed's lip slightly, just enough to show the
jagged line of his teeth. However, he didn't say a word, instead
looking to Martel and holding out his hand.

Martel
lifted the paper and scanned over it before blinking and handing it
to Greed. "Damn... someone had a serious inferiority complex
temper tantrum..."

Scanning
the note, Greed shook his head. "I can't claim to have known him
that long, but I doubt Kimbley wrote that..." The frown turned
into a smirk for a minute. "If he really did, I'll have to rub
this in his face and laugh at how incredibly sappy it is. Here, get a
scent." The Homunculus handed the paper to Dorochet. "My
bet is Kimbley's isn't even on that."

Taking
the note in his hands, he took a whiff. He made a rather canine
snort, handing the paper back to Greed. "He's not on there,
though I think I might have preferred if he was." He shifted his
eyes around the room, determining how recent the smells were. "I
hate cats."

Greed
sneered lightly. "So the liar of a feline made off with Kimbley?
How he got the man out of here with this place in tact is beyond me
if he was sober..." Violet eyes scanned the bar, up and down,
settling upon the small group of tipped over empty bottles. "That
explains that..."

He
shrugged lightly. "We'll just have to go teach the punk a
lesson, mm?" Greed's lips curled in a grin that could only mean
one thing.

A small
grin tugged at Dorochet's lips, revealing brief flashes of smaller
fangs. "Sounds good to me..." His hand was instinctively
hovering over the hilt of his sword, and he glanced at Martel,
grinning a little more at the snake woman. "Could be fun."

She was
already wiping her dagger with a stray cloth. She snapped it into its
sheath, glancing up and smirking a bit. "Could be. But if
Kimbley bitches, I swear to god, I'll 'mistake' him for an enemy."

"Follow
your nose then, and let's get after those punks before they get too
far, mm?" Greed smirked, gently rubbing Dorochet's head.

He
shivered pleasantly at the touch, smirking. Dorochet let his nose do
its job, picking up the traces of the distasteful scent, following it
out of the building with Greed and Martel in tow.

Dorochet
narrowed his eyes at the buildings around them, looking back at
Greed. "They're heading north," He said briefly before
looking around them again. They were indeed going north, but not
directly. The middle of the city was not the best place to be running
straight through. Dorochet shrugged, turning to nod at the two of
them before dashing off after the scent on its roundabout route while
it was still relatively fresh.

---------------------------

Liegenstadt

-----------------------

Sitting
perched atop a fallen slab of concrete, the red-haired chimera,
Deceit, leader of the seven Abominations, cast an emerald green gaze
at those before him.

"We
will depart for Ishbar in three days' time if they have not come for
their little alchemist...Falsehood will take leave shortly after
arriving in order to infiltrate the military stationed in Central.
The Homunculus known as Greed has denied association, which will make
this quicker for us...Slaughter...Sabotage...Falsehood...I trust you
will make quick work of those pathetic excuses for chimeras he calls
pets, while I take care of the so called 'Ultimate Shield'...."
Deceit gave a fanged grin of approval to the three.

"Saaaa....the
fuzzball is going to act then?" A singsong voice flitted over
Deceit's shoulder. "You can't take him on by yourself even if
you do know the sealing technique...you'll need me..."
Envy practically purred as he landed next to Deceit.

The boy
in question just growled, clawed finger pointing across his ranks.
"Make yourselves scarce! All but you three..." Deceit's
eyes met with Sabotage, Slaughter, and Falsehood's. He glanced over
at Envy calmly. "I trust you know how to get him where he needs
to be and to draw the correct array...I'll leave it up to you..."

"Indeed...this
will be interesting..." The green-haired homunculus practically
skipped off in the opposite direction, grinning to himself. "I
did need a good fight after all!"

Slaughter
lifted an eyebrow. "Fuzzball? He needs to think up some new
insults, the cocky little bugger."

Falsehood
elbowed him in the hip. "Hush. We're here for orders, not a
name-calling session."

Deceit
snickered slightly, hopping down from the stone and standing before
the three, nudging Sabotage with his toe. "I know you aren't a
day person, but scruff it up and quit sleeping during my
announcements..."

The wolf
chimera started, sitting up and listening intently, a bit
apologetically as though expecting to be reprimanded. "So...what's
the plan if they do come?" Sabotage piped up, just to prove he
had been listening. Really. He had.

The
alternately feline chimera grinned at that, leaning back against the
stone with a bit of an amused look. "Envy will lure Greed away
from the other three...they have a snake...a dog..and an ox...I
believe it should be clear as to who takes which target from
there...and why I chose you three..." The grin turned into a
wicked smirk. "It will startle them at first...but knowing their
reactions, I don't think it would be difficult to fool them into
trusting you at first...I'm reluctant to slay one of our own but kill
them if they persist to the point of interfering with the sealing
process...be sure to wear them out either way..."

"Oh,
phooey," Slaughter muttered at Deceit's declaration that
conversion was preferable to death. "This isn't going to be fun
at all." He rubbed a massive hand through his dark, wiry
fetlock. "Killing people's what life's all about, for pity's
sake!"

Falsehood
giggled. "Poor bunny," she said. "Well, if they're as
truly devoted to this Greed person as I'm guessing, you'll have your
fill, dearheart."

"Due
to the oxen's size I believe he merits a good beating if not death,
myself...and personally I'd like that little mongrel skinned
alive...it's higher orders, remember that..." Deceit turned to
walk off. "Keep a lookout...Falsehood, you're first watch..."

"Got
it, boss." Falsehood somehow managed to slide up on top of the
rock despite her missing arm. "Slaughter, I'll wake you up after
midnight, all right?"

"Sure
thing." He waved. "Don't fall asleep on us, now."

"Snakes
don't sleep," she said after he had left. "We bask."

After
Deceit was gone, Sabotage stood to follow behind him. "I know
you can take care of yourself, but be careful..."

She waved
a casual hand. "Yeah, yeah. I know. If you hurry up, I think
Discrimination's got some human that Slaughter nabbed. You know he
doesn't like flesh, just the organs, so you might be able to snag a
leg or something."

Sabotage
grinned toothily. "Thanks, I'll be sure and check that out!"
And then he trotted off, a bit of a happy skip in his steps.

Falsehood
watched the kid disappear into one of the ramshackle buildings that
had once been a tavern.

She
curled up into a watchful ball, hoping they saved something for her.

-----------------------

Later…

-------------------

Falsehood
perked up when she heard heavy footsteps stomping towards her
position. Clumsy brute, even Slaughter could move more quietly than
that. She slid off to warn the rest of her team.

The brute
in question was walking in what he thought was a relatively quiet
manner behind Dorochet, surveying the location around them.

Dorochet
was in front of them, following his nose along Kimbley's trail when
something else wafted through his nose. Sharp and metallic and very
familiar.. Dorochet frowned. "Someone's been bleeding," He
said.

Martel
flicked out her tongue shortly. "Is it Kimbley?" Her hand
rested cautiously at her shoulder where her knife was kept.

"Some
of it.." Dorochet sniffed at the air again, narrowing his eyes
and moving his hand close to his sword hilt. "..There are some
pests nearby."

Greed put
his hands on the two smaller chimeras' shoulders, grinning. "Then
let's go show them why it's a bad idea to fuck around with us."

The dog
grinned a bit before he shot a sharp glance around them, ears attuned
to footsteps in the distance. "I think they're saving us the
trouble of looking," he said flatly, giving the three others
warning looks.

"Saaa....finally
came, ne? Is the splodey alchemist really so important to you? How
sweet!" It could only have been Envy, as Greed's assumptions
were confirmed with a glance. He grinned, shrugging slightly. "At
least I take care of my own. My bet is you're not here to chat
though, so I'll just get down to business..." He let his shield
creep up his arms, breaking off from the small group to tackle Envy
himself. It wasn't long before both Homunculi were out of sight.

"Splody
alchemist?" Falsehood asked Slaughter.

"Prolly
that fire-happy loser we nabbed," Slaughter grunted, trying to
loosen his blade. "Some nickname, I guess..."

Sabotage
stretched slightly and let out a howl, long and low. "Let's get
this party started, I smell a mutt pushing on my territory..."
He sniffed, hand on the hilt of his sword.

Slaughter
grinned, his dark brown eyes taking on an eerie tinge of red. "I
couldn't agree more, wolf."

Law
hefted his mallet as he noticed the other three, Dorochet already
prepared to unsheath his blade and have at it.

The mutt
glanced at the snake woman at his side. "Looks like we're
invited. That's lovely."

Slaughter
deftly screwed together the three seperate parts of his polearm. "I'm
glad you appriciate the party, mutt."

Martel
nodded, knife already out of its sheath. "That's really not a
nice way to treat your guests now..."

Sabotage
snorted, moving forward to single out Dorochet, hackles raised and
fangs bared. "Puppy in a wolf's territory, not very smart little
mutt, the alpha's not happy about it..."

Falsehood
sighed. "Men. You're always insulting each other. Learn a little
class, will you?"

Dorochet
smirked, deftly pulling his sword from its sheath and eyeing
Sabotage. "He's not offering any doggy treats, I'm afraid I
can't offer him much class."

Falsehood
snorted. "Grow up. Acting like that isn't horribly endearing,
you know." She winked at the other viper. "What do you
think, sweetheart?"

Martel
narrowed her eyes slightly. "I think that Dorochet's personality
is charming, and that you should give up Kimbley before we have to
get serious."

"Kimbley?
Oh. Him." Falsehood giggled. "Don't worry, we have him
safe. Our boss wouldn't let me kiss him, which was such a
disappointment."

"Falsehood..."
Slaughter growled warningly.

Martel
eyed the other snake woman. "Falsehood, is it? Who named you
anyway?"

The snake
so addressed shrugged. "My maker. I'd be the first to admit that
His creative streak is rather limited, but our names are better than
those idiotic Sins. Who'd want to be called something like 'Greed'
anyway?"

Law had
to hold Martel back at that comment. She seethed in silence after
settling down, content to glare daggers at Falsehood.

Falsehood
grinned, tiny fangs bared. "Oho! Hit a soft spot did I? Tell me,
is it interesting to get romantically involved with your boss?"
It was a wild stab in the dark, but she guessed it was close to the
truth from her opposite's rather silly reaction.

"It's
not like that!" Martel spouted, having to be held back once
again.

"Not
like what?" Falsehood said innocently.

Slaughter
covered a chuckle with a rather overdone sigh. "Stop teasing the
poor thing, will you?"

Martel
growled, struggling in Law's grip. "I don't need your help you
overgrown throwrug!"

"Oy,
oy," Slaughter protested. "We are NOT throwrugs, you
understand that? Repeat after me: bulls are not throwrugs."

Now it
was Falsehood's turn to choke back a laugh.

"What
the hell is so goddamn funny to you! Bah, just hand over Kimbley and
we're out of here!" Martel snapped at the two.

Slaughter
tapped his foot. "I said, repeat after me: bulls are not
throwrugs -- overgrown or otherwise."

Martel
snorted. "Why would I take orders from something that looks like
it got its hair rubbed between the cheeks of a hog's ass?"

Before
anyone could blink, Slaughter leveled his weapon at Martel, the point
drawing out a scant bead of blood from her throat. "Because,
little vermin, it would be so very, very easy to kill you."

Martel's
eyes narrowed as she slid back, poising to strike. She didn't like
where this was going one bit, so that's what it came down to then...

Slaughter
eyed her, his eyes completely red. "So now you run away, little
pest?"

"I
don't run!" Martel was about to lunge when Law reached his hand
to the side, signalling her to stay put.

"I'm
sure," Slaughter and Falsehood chorused sarcastically.

Law
growled, a steadfast glare focused on Slaughter as he moved between
him and Martel, giving the snake woman the briefest of glances to
keep her where she was. "Shouldn't instigate things with people
smaller than you," He muttered.

"Oh,
please," Slaughter retorted. "War is war, no matter who is
involved. I wasn't instigating anything. She insulted me and you, but
I suppose you're too much of a pushover to care."

"Being
called a throwrug isn't enough to insult me," Law said flatly.
"Though it seemes to have gotten to you rather easily."

Slaughter
shrugged. "It's the thought that counts," he said with a
disarming grin.

Law
allowed an unnatural smirk to tug at his mouth a bit. "I suppose
that's why it was your hair that got the hog's ass treatment, and not
mine."

“Very
cute, very cute." Slaughter chuckled. "I love how people
with lower-than-normal intelligence can ram an original insult into
the ground."

If it was
meant to be bait, it wasn't that good. Law stood unphased by the
apparant insult, shrugging.

Slaughter
had always been credited with
slightly-above-average-slightly-below-genius intelligence when he had
been a human. His eyebrows quirked. "Well, well... you may be
smarter than I had originally credited you for--"

"Hey,
where's the wolf-boy?" Falsehood asked, interrupting him.

There was
a yelp off from the side and Sabotage stepped out from behind a
decrepit building, just as an alchemical flare lit the sky to the
east. "That was boring..."

Falsehood
swallowed a giggle. "Finished so soon? How disappointing. I
thought he'd give you more of a run for your money, dear."

Sabotage
shrugged. "Looks like the boss is finishing up with that Greed
guy, means we can go back now, right?"

"I
suppose." She prodded Slaughter in the hip. "Time to go,
sweetheart. Looks like we'll have to save your fun for another day."

"I
have my orders, Falsehood!" Slaughter snarled.

"Well
the meat's gettin' cold..." Sabotage sniffed the air. "And
the damn bat's gonna start without us!"

"He's
not that rude," Slaughter remarked. "And we may just end up
with a bigger main course, kiddo."

Martel's
eyes widened. "What the hell is he doing to Greed!" Once
more she had to be held back from running off recklessly.

"Nothing
permanant," Falsehood said sweetly. "Just making sure he
stays out of our hair for a while." She turned flat eyes on
Slaughter. "Slaughter, do your thing. Time's running out."

"Gladly,"
the bison chimera said, moving forward menacingly.

Law's
grip tightened on his mallet, anticipating the other chimera's
movements. "Martel," He said sharply, telling her to get
away with his tone.

Martel
growled, squirming out of Law's grasp and lunging at Falsehood.
Before she could even get halfway she was met with Sabotage, who
brought the hilt of his blade down at the base of her neck.

She fell
to the ground, eyes glazing and limp. Out cold, Sabotage noted with a
huff. "Not even worth the time..."

"Slaughter,
we're heading back to the others," Falsehood said crisply. "I
want to see you there in UNDER half an hour. Got that?"

"Of
course," Slaughter said, grinning sadistically. "If I take
longer, Deceit will have my hide, such as it is." He lunged for
Law polearm out and ready.

Law
snarled, sidestepping the lunge and countering with a swing of his
own weapon.

Sabotage
stretched a bit, offering his arm to Falsehood with a toothy grin.
"It worries me that the boss left that nervous wreck of a
chimera to watch that damn alchemist...she could get careless, it's
not like she understands..."

She took
it with a smile. "I honestly don't think it matters to him. What
do you say we split a leg with one another?"

"Sounds
positively splendid! Right or left?" And so the chatter
continued in this odd fashion as the two wandered off.

Slaughter
dodged the slow swing, tapping Law smartly beneath the chin. "Too
slow," he said reprovingly, gouging a deep furrow in the other's
chest.

The other
large chimera growled out in pain, managing to only lunge forward and
ram the mallet bluntsided against Slaughter's torso, though there
wasn't time to do much else besides.

Slaughter
began to hiccup. "Oh -hic!- damn you!" he snarled, before
ramming the blade into Law's gut. "That -hic!- wasn't nice!"

Sudden
piercing pain, and Law choked, coughing out splatter of dark blood.
"Of.. course not.." He grunted, knowing that his death was
inevitable now. Thus he pushed forward, wincing and repeating the
previous action, consequently pushing the blade back out of him,
letting Law sink to the ground.

"Bravo,"
Slaughter murmured, looking down at the dying chimera. "I like
you, so I'll just slit your throat and be done with it. I'll leave
you here to be buried." He gently exposed Law's throat and cut
it swiftly and professionally. Then he ambled off, still hiccuping.

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Deceit
looked over his shoulder, rolling his eyes a bit at the dancing
Homunculus behind him. “You’d better get back to Irrtum
if you’re planning on meeting the others, Envy…we’ll
be close behind after we finish up here…” With that, the
cat chimera left the eldest homunculus to his fun, walking away from
the new seal created to hold Greed.

--------------------

Somewhere
off in the distance, there was a small explosion. Kimbley managed to
finally get his hands on that dumbass chimera that one guy called
Decay all the time, about damn time!

The
disoriented alchemist tore off his blindfold, staggering out of the
small crater that was left of the building he was held in, and off
away from the light of campfires.

It wasn’t
long before he’d accidentally tripped over Dorochet’s
unconscious form, only to land sprawled across the sand with a
perfect view of Martel’s prone form and the bloody carcass of
Law. “Fuck...”

Kimbley
grunted slightly, and despite his fatigue and hunger, and inhumanity
for that matter, managed to drag Dorochet and Martel off for a while
to regain consciousness. He managed to stay conscious himself long
enough to get them well out of sight, before lightheadedness took
over and sent him crashing to the ground.

Please
review, constructive criticism and questions appreciated, flames will
be deflected back at you by Roy. n.n;
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