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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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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!

Cry,
Let Slip Loose The Dogs Of War

Rating:
PG-13 (For mild language use, violence)
Pairings:
None
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.
Spoilers:
None
Setting: Ishbar
Timeline: Final assault
on Ishbar Outstation 1 before Havoc's company can be withdrawn.

It was
near midnight, and time to throw away the negotiable guise, so it had
been decided finally. The relief squadron would never make it to the
border, and as for that petty little platoon that was left...pity
their souls in the afterlife...

The air
was crisp and still, night sky crystal clear, yet dark with the new
moon,seven shadows lined up just out of sight, signals given in
silence as three broke off from the group undetected.

It was
then that the first deafening shot rang out in the dead silence,
giving the lookout just enough time to sound the alarms.

Havoc
looked up sharply from the letter he was writing. The alarm bells
were ringing, fit to wake the dead.

"Come
ON, Havoc, we're under attack!" Mars yelled.

He
grabbed the letter, folding it up and cramming it into his breast
pocket. -No worries, right- he thought. Grabbing his rifle, he joined
his squad.

Perfect...let's
see how they fare...good girl, Cruelty...

A howl
split through the night.

"Havoc,
what the hell was that?" Mars said, worried.

"I
have no idea... but whatever it is, I don't want to find out,"
Havoc replied grimly. "I'll bet you pennies to a bun that this
is the folks we were supposed to negotiate with."

Their
orders were recieved. The entire platoon was to spread out in a
flanking manover, spread their lines thin. It was insanity.

A sleek
form darted past Havoc suddenly, wildly glinting eyes focusing on him
for a milisecond before the weasle-like creature was gone, and the
soldier to Havoc's left sputtered and choked on his own blood.

Havoc hit
the ground, checking the kid's pulse. Dead. He cursed. Mars touched
his arm.

"Everyone's
getting slaughtered. It's horrible."

"Go
back, tell someone, anyone what's going on. We're as good as dead
here." Havoc slid his handgun out of its holster. "How many
are left alive?"

"Five."
A shriek made both men cringe. "Four."

"Three..."
A familiarly sleek voice corrected, as Mars was torn from Havoc's
side and pounded with a sickening crunch against an obtrusive rock.
The large, scruffy looking figure grinned broadly, idly crushing the
man's skull with his bare hand. Nothing but a disappointed snort
huffed out of the beast, black eyes glittering darkly at Havoc in the
dim light.

"You
should've been out by now, Lieutenant...too bad...but you know too
much as it stands, we can't let you leave..."

Havoc's
eyes narrowed, shining electric blue with rage. Later he would cry,
but now... "I knew there was something wrong with you..."
He got his handgun up and fired an entire clip at the monster.

"Could've
been a pretty slave..." Deceit laughed, easily avoiding the
shots and ducking to come temporarily face to face with Havoc. "A
pity, really...but I can't stand dogs..." The feline pupil shone
eerily in the dark, the swish of fabric and a furry tail being the
last the soldier saw of the one known as Deceit, before two shots
rang out behind Havoc and the cat was gone.

Another
snort, and Havoc was thrown to the ground, gun wrenched from his hand
in a brutal motion that snapped his wrist, as the other hand was
effectively dealt with similarly. A whiskered sneer was shot down at
him before the stinging pain was evident at the side of his neck, and
the hulking creature calmly trodded away, steps heavy in the sand.

Another
howl pierced the night air, and theseven shadows slipped away,
several of the soldier's bodies within their grasp. A feast was in
store for these particular Abominations...sickeningly enough...

Havoc's
eyes closed... What a way to go... He felt blood clot
underneath him, mixing with the sand to form a gritty paste. A
disappointment, really...

His last
thought before he lapsed into unconciousness was the end of an old
prayer his grandmother used to recite

The eager
tread of those that go to die

Tell of
the men, who, counting earth's dross,

For you
will gladly yeild their latest sigh

For God
have glory - Hell have utter loss.

-
Several
days later, once the official report has reached Central...
-

Deceit
lazily glanced around the small, overly drab room, lounging boredly
on one of the few pieces of furniture. "Saaa...fetch me some
whisky, will you, love?" One clawed hand waved nonchalantly
towards Falsehood, and he grunted, shifting his position a bit.
"Mischief dear my leg's cramping..."

Quietly,
Falsehood did as requested, doing some fancy juggling with bottle and
glass. "One or two measures?"

"Two,
it's going to be a long night..." The feline chimera rubbed his
temples lightly.

Mischief
yawned, stretching in Deceit's lap and purring as she sat back up to
absently nibble her master's ear, tail curled around her scantily
clad form.

"If
it's gonna be that bad, give 'em three," Slaughter remarked from
the corner, his heavy voice vaguely amused. "Alchohol's the best
painkiller, y'know."

Falsehood
smiled fondly back at the big chimera. "Shut up, you big ox."

A quiet
chittering sound came from the opposite corner, as Cruelty gnawed
avidly at a bone, beady eyes darting every so often down at the
hungry looking Sabotage, from whom she'd stolen said bone. She spat
slightly, hissing at the boy for looking at her wrong and scurrying
to a higher location.

Slaughter
shook his head. "Honestly, what's the point of this? We're
sitting here, doing absolutely nothing. The little 'un's are getting
stir crazy."

Falsehood
passed the whisky to Deceit. "Not to mention some of the big
ones, too..."

Deceit
simply chuckled at the behaviour, grinning a fanged grin as Sabotage
growled at Mischief. He tilted his head up to the rafters, single
emerald eye focusing on what lie above. "How's it hangin' up
there ya old bat?" There was an amused tone to his voice.

He took
the glass from Falsehood, taking a sip and grimacing slightly.
"Strong...that's good...ahh...settle down you guys, there's no
point in moving out just yet, so let's bask in the victory for a
while, eh?"

"Doin'
just dandy, boss." A black, fanged head poked out over a beam.
"I'm bored as hell, though. I wish I could be out doin'
something instead of pretendin' to be asleep."

"If
the little wench would give me my damn bone back I'd be more than
happy to let it be...why'd she have to come along anyway...I don't
trust the little sneak.." Sabotage flicked a furry white ear,
towards Mischief, golden glare apparent. "Little thief..."
He slinked over to the couch, choosing to lounge at Deceit's feet now
and give up on the bone, despite his instincts that made him have the
inkling for ferret.

Falsehood
leaned back against the rickety table. "Come on, Deceit. We
don't look very victorious. In fact, old scabbychops over there,"
she nodded over at Sabotage, "looks like you just pulled him
from the sewer."

"I
resent that remark, viper..." came the snapped retort from the
wolf boy. Deceit simply grinned. "Well...that's his problem,
he's old enough to give himself a bath, isn't he?" Claws
scratched gently behind Sabotage's ears. "You could always come
down here and join us if you'd like, Discrimination...nobody ever
said you had to stay up there all the time..."

"Ehh...
not to fond of little snakes and sour wolves." Discrimination
waved a bony wing-arm down at the motley gathering. "Safer up
here than down there, you know."

Slaughter
chuckled. "You think I'm very safe? I'm a big grass-eater
surrounded by little meat-eaters."

"Keyword:
Big," Falsehood remarked. "You could kill any one of us
with a tap from your fist."

Cruelty
took the chance to flash a sharp-toothed, snide grin. "About as
dull as a river rock, though, and falls ten times as hard."

"I'll
choose to believe that you're talking about my sense of humor,"
Slaughter said mildly.

"Take
it how you wish to, oh large and blunt herbivore..." Cruelty
flashed another grin, beady black eyes glinting from her high perch.

"Shut
up, you little rodent!" Falsehood snapped.

Discrimination
retreated back into his little nest. "Now you see why I'm not
coming down?"

Cruelty's
eyes twinkled again, but she remained silent, gnawing on the bone
once again with sharp little teeth.

"I
really thought I raised you all better, you're acting like
children...and Cruelty...I know you always do your best to live up to
your name, but please, do be considerate of your brethren..."
Deceit smirked, Cruelty wouldn't defy him, he knew that, but as for
riling up the others...she had a nack for it...

Falsehood
sighed. "Again, Deceit. What the hell are we doing here?"

"Falsehood,
calm down," Slaughter said gently. "Pestering him won't get
you anywhere."

"True...it
won't..." Deceit chimed in. "Just because not all of us are
daytime creatures doesn't mean we shouldn't allow those who are a
chance to sleep every now and then..." He purred, tilting his
head to the lynx beside him, who was, despite all of the noise, fast
asleep.

"Ugh."
Falsehood stalked past, muttering uncomplementary things about the
lynx. "You're all insane." She climbed up on Slaughter's
lap, curling up into a fetal position.

Slaughter
stroked her white hair absently. "But really, Boss," he
said. "We're getting stir-crazy. A lot of us were used to being
free to wander where we want, and being cooped up like this isn't
healthy."

"I
don't want to risk going out so soon after an unprising...I'm not
going to foolishly put you all in the open after a massacre like
that..." Deceit yawned idly, sipping some more at the whisky.

"It
was fun, though," Descrimination said happily. He burped a
little and giggled. "Tasty, too."

"Glad
you had your fill, there's some seargent major left in the back if
anybody wants a snack." The catboy grinned ferally, highly
amused.

"Oh,
for..." Slaughter put his large hand against his large head.
"You're all nuts."

"Oooh!
Ooooh! Me, me mee!" The bat-chimera fluttered to the ground.
"I'll share with any flesh-eaters, too!"

"You're
the only one of us that's an herbivore, Slaughter, it's almost a
crime that you love to kill but don't take pride in the spoils!"
Deceit prodded Sabotage lightly. "Go fetch him, will you?"
The wolf simply grunted in compliance, sulking to the back as regally
as possible to snatch the remains.

"At
least I'm feeding the rest of you," the bison chimera said in a
dignified manner. "I never said I didn't take pride in it either
- I just don't EAT them."

"You
know what I mean..." Deceit waved it off casually, then winced.
"Dammit, Mischief, your claws are digging into my hip!" He
gingerly removed Mischief's hands from his leg as Sabotage strode
back in, already tearing off a rib and gnawing on it idly as he
tossed the carcass into the center of the table. "Sorry to take
first dibs...I know it's not polite of me, leader..." The wolf
shied away to an empty corner, picking bits of flesh from his sharp
teeth with the end of the rib.

Descrimination
hopped up to the table, rooting around for the heart. He squeaked
happily, yanking the organ out.

Slaughter
cocked his head thoughtfully. "Whatever happened to that Second
Lieutenant that you has such a fancy for, Boss?"

Falsehood
choked and woke all the way up. "WHAT!"

Deceit
leaned forward, snatching a wrist, and with a deft twist and a bit of
stabilizing from his foot, he wrenched the arm from the rest of the
body. "By my calculations, the poor fool should be dead, unless
somebody actually managed to perform some kind of miracle to keep him
from bleeding to death out there in the desert...but we did miss the
heart, so it's possible he's still alive, despite the fatal blows
that Cruelty made to his juggular..." With that, the feline tore
into the flesh above the elbow, busying himself with chewing.

"Why
didn't you let him live?" Slaughter inquired curiously. "He
may have been of some use to us..." He was interrupted
Falsehood's screech.

"WHAAAAT!"

Descrimination
winced. "OW! Tone it down, lady!"

Deceit
winced slightly as well. "He knew too much, and was definitely
not the type to convert so easily...I'd had my eye on him as you
know, and it's a shame we had to waste such a loyal soldier, I
know..." The boy paused for a moment before resuming again after
swallowing. "But he was loyal to Mustang, too loyal..."

Slaughter
shrugged. "A pity. I would have liked to have gotten my hands on
him." He blinked, realizing something. "You LEFT him there?
Why the hell didn't you bring him back with the others! That way we
would have made sure! YOU VERY POSSIBLY LET SOMEONE LIVE WHO KNEW WHO
WE ARE!"

Deceit
simply grinned, wiping a bit of congealed blood off of his face. "All
the more interesting that way...I told you once we started that I
planned to leave at least one of them alive...the mental trauma will
be enough to drive them mad if nothing else...trust me, Slaughter, I
know what I'm doing..."

"If
this Second Lieutenant is anything like you've described him, I doubt
that he's going to go insane," Slaughter pointed out.

"Point...but
he should be severely incapacitated from those wounds, and if
not...then we'll have something a bit more fun to go up against..."
Deceit purred, returning to his meal.

Descrimination
started in on the dead man's liver. "Good grief, Slaughter, you
worry too much. If Deceit says he knows what he's doin', then he
knows what he's doin'," he said, spotting the look on the big
chimera's face.

"My
only thing is, you may be overconfident about this," Slaughter
said quietly, before subsiding.

Deceit
shrugged, continuing his meal in silence.

Now it
was Falsehood's turn to wax wrathful. She stalked over to the cat,
yanking him up. "What ARE these people TALKING ABOUT!" she
hissed into his face. "There's something you're not telling me,
isn't there!"

Swalling
his current mouthful, Deceit sighed lazily. "It's nothing
important, Falsehood..."

"Why,
you..."

"Why,
I, what..." Deceit's tone became suddenly predatory, as a blue
light crackled around Falsehood's wrist.

She
shrieked, letting go. "Nnng..."

"Boss,
stop it," Slaughter said. "She's just worried."

"If
I've told you once I've told you too many times." The glow faded
and Deceit settled himself back on the shabby couch with what was
left of the arm. "There is no reason to be worried about my
plans..."

"I
don't think she was worried about your plans -"

"Shut
up, you ox!" the woman snarled.

The feral
grinned at that. "Jealous, much?"

Falsehood
slid away with what remained of her dignity, curling up in her place
in Slaughter's lap.

Meanwhile,
Sabotage had dozed off in the corner, and Deceit simply continued his
meal, tossing the tiny phalanges up to Cruelty, who snatched them out
of midair and expertly rid them of what flesh they had left.

Descrimination
finished off the liver and burped again. "Mmph. That was good.
How long are we gonna be hangin' out here, boss?"

"A
few days at least...then we'll head back north...Falsehood, however,
will be heading out in the morning...certainly they'll be wary of
your term of absence back in Central...do take care of
any...Intelligence threats that may pop up as well...won't you,
love?" Deceit purred the last bit.

"I'm
assuming you're talking about Hughes," she said grumpily.

"You
would be correct..." the lazy cat replied casually.

"What?
You want him dead or just taken out of the picture of the time
being?"

Deceit
pondered that question for a moment, a grin sliding upon his lips.
"Kill him."

Falsehood
smiled, baring thin, sharp fangs. "Right. I'm assuming he's the
only one I kill?"

"Off
anybody else you deem necessary..." He purred, tossing the
leftovers of his meal back onto the table, which gave a rickety
creak. "Do have fun..."

She slid
off her friend's lap. "I always do." She gave a mock
salute. "I'll head out now, with your permission, sir."

"Permission
granted." Deceit grinned at the mocking formality. "Safe
journey, Falsehood, rendevouz in Liegenstadt, you've got two weeks."

"Got
it." She scooped up a military jacket and hat, settling them on
her. She disappeared out the door.

"Don't
even open your mouth, Cruelty..." Deceit snapped, to which there
was a clicked tongue and a faint scratching from the ferret in
return. She had been planning to say something, but he knew her too
well.

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