Orphaned

Six figures stood in front of a man with dark gray hair and glasses, tapping his chin in thought, "It seems this child is going to try and become a problem." he observed.

One of the six nodded, "Yes, it seems he's enlisting help from one of your employees." the man informed the older one. He stood tall with a crazy grin on his face at the anticipation of getting his next request granted, "Want me to take him out?"

The gray-haired man looked at the other in annoyance, "Is that all that's on your mind? Violence?"

The broad-shouldered man shrugged, "It gives me something to do."

Another of the group, a thin woman with long, brown hair, sighed, shaking her head, "You really need to think about all aspects of this before you go off just killing people."

Her co-worker smirked, "And what's bad about killing a little snake like him? He has no family or friends, no one would miss him."

Most of the group nodded in silent agreement, but a small child that look to be no more than eight or so, with green hair and cold eyes stood by the woman, "You're wrong, he's friends with the employee he's getting help from now, and it would affect him."

The man thought this over for only a second before laughing and shrugging again, "Then I'll kill him, too."

This time another woman spoke, much more voluptuous than the first, "Idiot, you can't go around killing everyone. That would involve the children, then, too."

"And I care, why?" the man wondered.

"You can't leave them homeless again." the child reminded him.

"I didn't do it the first time, brat." he countered, sneering at the much shorter one.

"Leave him alone." the motherly woman chided, putting a hand on the kid's shoulder and looking down at him, "No one will leave them homeless." A quick glance was sent to their leader to make sure.

The oldest one simply nodded, "Of course, I have no intention of involving the children or Mr. Mustang at all."

Now the second oldest in the room stepped forward, an eye patch adorning his left eye and a thick mustache covering his upper lip, "That's impossible, I'm sure you know." he pointed out, "The boy has already involved him enough, if we make a move now, he'll be sure to take action."

"Then we'll cover our traces." the revealing woman offered, "It can't be that hard to outsmart a guy like him."

The other woman glanced at her, "Aren't you always the one telling us to be careful and not assume things?" she wondered.

"Of course," the younger looking one replied, "but it's obvious he's slow."

"I wouldn't be so sure." the oldest of the six interrupted.

The leader nodded in agreement, "Kanone wouldn't have chosen him if he was incompetent."

"Kanone is incompetent." the first man suggested.

"If anyone is incompetent, it's you." the younger woman interjected.

The older man glared at her slightly, "I'm surprised you know what the word means."

"Children, children." the leader settled them, "No fighting amongst your own ranks. For now, we'll sit and watch these two, see what exactly their intentions are."

Now the talkative man sighed, "But that leaves us with nothing to do." he complained.

The greying man shrugged, "Go rob a bank?"

The grin replaced itself on the man's face, "Alright." he easily agreed.

A nod was all it took to dismiss the six. Once out, the fattest of the group looked around, "Where's Envy?" he wondered, drooling slightly as his mouth never closed all the way.

Lust sighed, knowing the question was going to come sooner or later, "I don't know, Envy's been acting...off lately." In fact, none of them other than her had seen the palm tree looking one in almost a month, not even their leader.

"Why don't you tell Wright about it?" Sloth wondered, "He has to suspect something, he hasn't come to any of these meetings."

"Like they do any good." Wrath interrupted, "Envy's the smartest one of all of us by avoiding them."

"Idiot, he won't be able to avoid Wright forever." Lust countered, "And the longer he avoids him, the more he'll pay."

The other one shrugged, heading out the door, "Well, then that's his problem." As he reached for the handle, the door swung open, smacking him in the face. He glared at the one on the other side, straightening his glasses, "You're too late, meeting's over."

"Like I care about some meeting." the green haired boy on the other side commented, scoffing slightly, "I need to speak to Wright about other matters, later." With that, he waved a hand carelessly and walked into their leader's office.

"What was that all about?" Wrath wondered, looking up at Sloth for an answer to the boy's actions.

"I'm not sure." she confessed, looking to Lust who simply shrugged.

"I've been in contact with him, but nothing more. I haven't even seen him in a week."

"Who cares?" Greed wondered, walking out the door.

Lust simply shook her head and followed him out with Gluttony. The short, fat one looked up at her, confused, "Lust, aren't we going to wait?"

"Why? We've got no clue how long he'll be and it's not likely he'd talk anyway." This seemed to satisfy the simple-minded one as he nodded and continued on his way. Casting one more, slightly worried, saddened look back to the building that served as the Underground, Lust followed the other five out and headed back home.

Back at his own home, tanned hands came up to rub tired, golden eyes as Kanone yawned. An eyebrow raised at the actions, "Perhaps you should go to bed?" Winry offered.

The older boy tilted his head to the side and blinked at her a few times, "I suppose that would be the thing to do, wouldn't it?" he laughed slightly and stood up, stretching.

A blond head shook as the teen girl packed up the papers she had sprawled across the table into a manila folder and stood as well, "Yes, get some rest, and I'll see you in the morning."

After nodding once, Kanone turned to head into the bedroom for a few hour's rest before he needed to be up in the morning, "Night." he offered, waving a hand.

"Kanone." A single word halted the boy's movement into his bedroom and turned his head back to look at her, waiting for her to continue, "Are you not worried about those eight at all?" she wondered, meaning Wright and the others.

"Why would I be?" he asked, "I've got my new friend Roy to take care of those sins, and I can take Wright easily by myself."

"How can Roy possibly take care of all seven?" she queried, now more confused. If Kanone couldn't take them out, how could a simpleton like Mustang do it?

A low chuckle sounded from the back of Kanone's throat, "You'll see, all in good time, dear." he assured her, lifting a hand in farewell, "Don't forget to lock the door on your way out." With that, he turned once more, walking into his room and shutting the door.

A small sigh escaped Winry's lips before she exited the house, locking the door and walking back to the orphanage, 'What are you planning to do with Roy?' she pondered, 'And what will happen to those boys?'