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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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Chapter List
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Each
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
others who write characters in this fic are well aware that I am
posting it, and contribute willingly. This fic is an ongoing project
with an unknown number of parts, with alternate storyline as of the
fifth laboratory incident. Enjoy!

Cat
in Dog's Clothing

Rating:
PG
Pairings: None.
Disclaimer: I don't own
FMA.
Spoilers: None really.
Setting: Park in
Central City.
Timeline: In between the second and third
negotiation sessions.

The sun
shone down warm over his head and shoulders. He stood on the pebbled
walkway, staring off at the pond that sparkled in the middle of the
park.

Roy was
tired. He was tired of working. He was tired of being strong.

He closed
his eyes. Why was he here? He found that he couldn't remember.

The park
bench was warm under his hands, the green paint soaking up the
sunlight. He leaned his head back against the bench. Roy couldn't
remember sitting down.

He
watched the trees move with the wind and thought of nothing.

There was
the tap...tap... of boots, as a seemingly normal, teenage boy
walked up beside the dog of the military.

One
emerald eye peered up, following the Colonel's line of sight, the
other hidden behind stray blood red bangs. Hands shoved casually in
the pockets of blue military issue pants, a cigarette sticking out of
the corner of his mouth, the boy inquired in a tone that plainly
showed his lack of a care for respecting the ranks, perhaps a bit
familiar of a certain, recently deceased, pipsqueak of an alchemist.

"Whatcha
lookin' at?"

It seemed
that the Colonel didn't hear him for one long second. Then Roy
blinked, eyes refocusing on the slender form in front of him.

"Nothing,"
he said dully, not moving. He could see from his position, after all.

The boy
took a seat next to the man on the bench, crossing his legs
comfortably with utter disregard to the fact that he was in the
presence of a 'higher ranking officer'. Perhaps it would've reminded
the man of a red coat and long blonde hair, and a loud and
destructively short fuse.

"Got
a light?"

Perhaps
the man would've been reminded of all the times he'd let his dignity
slip and given a quick snap for a certain blonde addict.

He closed
his eyes again. Nothing to see here. "No," Roy replied
bluntly.

"Don't
believe I've introduced myself, Colonel Mustang," the boy
flashed a fanged grin for a split second while Roy's eyes were
closed.

"Major
Fawkes, sir. Ashton Fawkes. Better known as the Predator Alchemist."
The boy didn't bother to stick out his hand, as he knew it wouldn't
have been taken even if he had.

"Colonel
Roy Mustang," Roy said, and fell silent again.

The birds
were chirping. Pleasant. He idly clenched one hand into a fist.

"Oh,
but I knew that already, sir...your reputation precedes you,
Flame..."

Emerald
eye noted satisfactorily the tightening of a hand into a fist, and
the boy continued his game.

"So
tell me, Taisa, what brings you here this sickeningly lovely
afternoon?"

"What
brings me is my business," Roy said, eyes still closed. His fist
tightened. "Seeing as I outrank you, Major." That
last mocking sentence was hardly within standard protocol, but Roy
couldn't bring himself to care.

"I'm
sure you're aware that you've many enemies in these parts,
Colonel..."

The boy
absently traced something on his right palm and touched his
fingertips to the cigarette clenched between his teeth, a tiny spark
lighting the end as he took in a deep breath, slowly blowing out the
smoke.

"What
you're not aware of, however, is the true state of negotiations
across the Ishbar border..." He stretched a bit languidly,
almost too graceful to be a human trait, really. "Sure, you get
your letters from the Second Lieutenant every so often...but he is
after all just there as a guard...Intelligence hasn't told you a
thing, have they?"

"You
are stunningly inaccurate," Roy murmured.

The sun
was pleasant on his face. He wondered what he would do for dinner
tonight. Perhaps go to that little hole-in-the-wall noodle shop...
Chat with that happy blonde kid and his ponytailed teacher some more.
Pretend like his life wasn't falling down around him.

"Or
perhaps you're the one who's inaccurate...you just don't know it..."

The boy
looked up at the sky, taking another drag off the cigarette.

"You
should watch over those close to you better, Colonel...you're going
to end up losing more than just Edward Elric."

Roy
stilled. He said, carefully, "And what would you know about
that?"

He
watched the leaves fall.

"I
know a lot more than your intelligence knows...are you even aware of
the reason they sent a diplomat with an entire platoon to guard
him into Ishbar?"

The boy's
voice didn't waver, his feint still flawless.

"Whether
I am aware of certain operations or not is immaterial," Roy
said, throat dry. He swallowed; there were no water fountains about.
"If it is not my position to know, then I will not. Simple."

"Surprising...I
would've thought you were smarter than that, Colonel..."

The
mysterious boy grinned, not showing his teeth.

"I
would've thought that you would already know about the successors of
the Homunculus...about the high risk involved with negotiating terms
with an Abomination created by humans...but then again...they
can't tell the difference anyway..."

He
exhaled smoke, flicking the cigarette off to the side. "Negotiations
will take far longer than expected...do you really think that they
will give in to your demands? The Ishbarites are already poised
negatively with you military dogs..."

Getting
to his feet, the young boy shoved his hands in his pockets again,
starting to walk off. "Let's just say that Scar is going to be
the least of your problems, Colonel Mustang....soon...very...very
soon...." Without another word, before Roy could even look up,
the boy had disappeared from sight.

Roy sat
for a long time, watching the trees, the grass, people walking in the
distance. He watched the spray of the fountain fall into the water,
endlessly flinging itself up just to succumb to gravity again.

Roy
Mustang was tired. So tired.

"Liar,"
he whispered to himself, hoping it was true.

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