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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!

Notes for
this chapter: Serious plot begins here!

Deceit
Comes Knocking

Rating:
PG-13/R (For language, mostly)
Pairings: GreedxChimeras,
one sided KimbleyxGreed
Disclaimer: I don't own
FMA.
Spoilers: None.
Setting: Devil's
Nest/Dublith.
Timeline: Not long after Ed went splodey.

Try as he
might, Kimbley couldn't get back to sleep. Not because of the light,
and not because of the pain, but moreso because he'd been sleeping
the past several hours anyway.

He
groaned and sat up finally, giving up on ever getting back to sleep
before it was night again. He stretched, head feeling a bit better,
the steady breaths from the couch told him Martel must have gotten to
sleep, so he did the next thing he could think of aside from randomly
blowing her up, and grabbed himself a bottle of something, pulling
out the cork and sniffing it first to see if it was any good.

Martel's
attempt to sleep wasn't going very well. The anxiety (despite her
exhaustion) was keeping her as awake as if she'd drank twenty cups of
coffee. She shut her eyes tight, rubbing them a little and lifting
the pillow off her head. She glanced over to Kimbley, and said
cautiously, "If I took sleeping pills with the asprin and the
alcohol, you don't think I'd die or anything, right?"

Kimbley
nearly jumped off the bar, barely catching the bottle in hand before
it dropped. "Thought you were asleep...che...hell if I know..."

The
chimera sighed, and stood shakily. "It's worth a try then, I
guess. If I die, you're not included in the will." Her path to
the bar was less than straight, and she rifled through their
mini-pharmacy under the counter. Finding the bottle, she blinked.
There were no pills inside, but what appeared to be a rolled up sheet
of paper. Shaking it loose into her palm, she unraveled it and peered
at the scrawled words. "Took the last ones, please buy more.
Dorochet," she read aloud. "God dammit..." she
growled. "Stupid dog."

"Why
the hell does he need sleeping pills...dogs are supposed to be
lazy...." The Crimson Alchemist took a swig from the bottle,
thinking for really less than a moment that maybe it wasn't such a
good idea to get drunk while having a hangover...

"I
have no idea. He's supposed to walk around in a circle and then he
falls asleep, right?" Martel sighed, setting the bottle down and
muttering, "Of course not, he has to make things difficult."
She ran a hand over her hair, and looked over at Kimbley. Kimbley
drinking. She blinked, then rolled her eyes. "You're a fucking
moron. It's your problem this time, not mine."

"Che...who
cares...it dulls the pain better than painkillers, and a hell of a
lot faster anyway..." Kimbley waved a hand nonchalantly.

"You're
just going to get -- no, nevermind. It's your fault," the
serpentine woman muttered, half to herself, shrugging and shaking her
head. Coffee. She needed coffee. And decaf.

Greed
pushed through the door, entering the bar like he owned the place.
Ah, that's right--he did.

He
flopped down on one of the couches, propping his feet up heavily on
the low table in front of him. "Ah...good to be home." He
turned to smirk at his two subordinates, "did you miss me?"

"And
this is different from any other day in that.....?" Kimbley sat
the bottle down on the counter and gold eyes stared at Martel. Looks
like he's got his jackass personality back...and then Greed walked
in, and gold eyes were focused on the Homunculus almost
scrutinizingly as he stared in silence.

Greed
arched an eyebrow at Kimbley's silent appraisel. "I'll take that
silence as a 'yes, yes, more than anything, Greed my master'" he
smirked nastily, crossing one booted foot over the other.

"Tch...can't
be too careful...we had an imposter in here last night...that damn
Envy guy...dunno why the hell he was here..." Kimbley waved a
hand dismissively as though just tossing the subject out there as he
took another drink from the bottle.

Greed
blinked at Kimbley's unresponsiveness to Greed's assertion of
masterhood. Maybe the alchemist had finally learned his place.

"Envy
was here?" Greed asked, mind finally catching up. He looked
around "Damn. What'd the little creep want?" he looked at
his empty hand and then back over to Kimbley "make yourself
useful, why don't you, and get me a drink?"

"Che...drinks...here..."
The Crimson Alchemist corked the bottle he had in his hand and tossed
it at Greed. Not to, at. He wasn't feeling necessarily responsible at
the moment, after all, a hangover is a hangover, and even with more
booze and painkillers, his head was still a little hazy.

Greed
deftly snatched the bottle out of the air and uncorked it, taking a
long pull. He made a face at the bottle, inspecting the label. "Is
there a reason you're drinking this shit?" he asked, resealing
the bottle and tossing it back.

"Because
it tastes better than vomit and was the closest thing I could reach
without putting myself within range of another kick to the balls from
Martel?" Kimbley shrugged, promptly sliding off the bar and
tossing the bottle out the door. Where it did, of course, explode. He
felt a little better now.

Greed
barked a laugh. "Alright, fair enough." he stared after the
now-exploded bottle. "You know, you could try a little harder to
not attract attention. Unless you liked prison." He shrugged
casually.

"Speaking
of Martel, how'd you two get on while I was gone?"

There was
a noticeable falter in the alchemist's composure at the words 'get
on.' It wasn't a second or two before Kimbley let the door swing shut
and sauntered casually once more over to another couch, taking a seat
and cracking his neck, man sleeping on the floor was a bitch in the
morning. "Fine..." Kimbley made a point to be looking in
the other direction as he spoke finally.

Greed
raised his eyebrow at Kimbley's behavior. "Ahn? What's this?"
he dropped his feet and leaned forward, sharp teeth bared in a grin
at the alchemist "why so sulky? Wait...let me guess..."
Greed looked around the disheveled bar, at the disheveled alchemist,
and smirked "You two had a bit too much fun," he curled his
tongue behind his teeth suggestively, " and now you're trying to
figure out if she'd prefer chocolates or flowers?"

That
got his attention alright. Kimbley's head whipped around, hangover or
no that was not something that he was going to just let go, gold eyes
narrowed profusely. "Like hell, Greed...you know how much
we hate each other, and for your information she's got eyes for you
anyway." At the last part, a smirk curled the corner of his
lips.

But even
with Greed, that was edging over the line for a hungover Martel. She
had her fingers on her temple again, and she looked up stiffly.
"Greed, unless you want a kick in the balls too, I highly
suggest you drop the subject."

Greed
chuckled "Of course she does. Everyone does." Greed tipped
his head to smirk at the chimera "ah, lighten up sweetheart,
eh?" he winked at her, then settled back into the couch,
plunking his feet back up on the table. "But whatever, I'll let
it go. I can see you two are touchy this morning. New love is always
stressful like that." he grinned, closing his eyes in
mock-restfulness.

Martel
narrowed her eyes... touchy indeed. Grabbing a bottle by the neck
from behind the counter, she stormed over, and promptly slammed it
over the homunculus' head. She knew it wouldn't hurt him, but it'd
sure make her feel better. She gritted her teeth, glaring down at him
with inhuman green eyes. "Greed, don't push it. Trust
me," she hissed.

Greed
winced as the glass broke over his head, chuckling as the liquid
dripped down his face and soaked the fur ruff of his vest. He stood
slowly, brushing the shards off himself, not caring that many of them
caught in his hands.

Satisfied
with his level of clean, he whipped around and caught Martel by her
arm, yanking her forward so that she toppled over the back of the
couch. He pressed her face down into the sopping cushion and
crouched, putting his mouth near her ear. "Martel, sweetheart,
you know I'm very fond of you, and I realize you're very cranky this
morning" he stated calmly "But let's not forget who's in
charge, yes?" He released her, stepping away to fetch himself a
quality drink from the bar.

"So
what did you two get up to while I was gone, then?" he
asked, turning to lean back against the bar.

She
scowled at the treatment, a faint flush on her cheeks, and wiped her
cheek with the back of her hand. She shook her head and leaned back
against the couch, crossing her arms. She wasn't planning to say
anything, and if Kimbley did, she'd choke him.

Greed
waited, eyebrows raised "If you don't tell me, I'm just gonna
make it up for you" he teased "and I think we've already
established you don't like it when I do that."

Dorochet
came down the back stairs of the bar, rubbing at his eyes -- the
pills took care of the nightmares, sure, but they left him feeling
like such shit afterward....

The
atmosphere in the bar was tense enough to raise the hairs on the back
of his neck, to put him on edge. Everyone here should be on
the same side, but it sure as hell didn't feel that way today.

He looked
over at Greed, nervous. "What the hell did I miss?"

Martel
glanced at Dorochet, frowning a little. "So there's the pill
thief," she observed, eager to change the subject. "Good
thing you didn't take all the asprin too."

Greed
gave Dorochet a sympathetic smile "You can't fault him for
wanting to sleep through the night, Martel." he set his glass on
the bar, letting their previous conversation drop in favor of
something less hostile.

"I'm
not," she replied. "What I am faulting him for is
this." She got up from the couch and leaned over the bar,
pulling out the bottle again and holding up the note. She glanced
over at the dog chimera, raising a brow. Indeed, he was like a
brother to her, and he had done nothing wrong, so she was
considerably less hostile. But she was still very cranky. The chimera
sighed tiredly, shaking her head. "Really Dorochet, it's not
that hard to just run out and buy some. We do live in a city, you
know."

Dorochet
sniffed. "Thanks, boss. Just because some people pretend they're
over the lab...." He looked at the bottles lined up behind the
bar, thought about getting a drink, decided against it. No point
making his head feel worse, adding liquor on top of the pills'
after-effects.

"I'm
sorry about the stupid pills, Martel. I didn't know until yesterday
that we only had two left. And...it was the full moon, and I figured
you'd rather I took the pills than..." He shrugged
uncomfortably. "Than wake people up when the dreams got bad."

"So...nobody's
going to tell me what the hell's going on, are they? I come down here
and you're all at each other's throats, and then --" he looks at
Martel -- "you start snapping at me when I didn't do anything
wrong.... What gives?"

Martel
paused, then sighed. She really didn't need to yell at him, after
all. She ran a hand over her hair. "Sorry Dorochet. You're
right, and I shouldn't be yelling at you. As for explaination... a
lot of stuff happened last night. I got drunk, Kimbley got drunk,
Envy caused hell, and now we're both hung over."

"And
he just left? Envy did?" Greed cut in, appreciative of
Dorochet's seeming ability to calm the other chimera "He didn't
say what he wanted or cause any real trouble? Just came and then
left?" Greed was mildly suspicious of this. His brother didn't
usually drop by for chats..

Martel
shrugged. "Yeah. That was it. He acted as you, and I was drunk,
so I didn't spot it, and then Kimbley came in and exposed him as
Envy, and then he just... left. He didn't cause any real harm I
suppose, aside from irritating me. I don't know if he really wanted
to do much else; he didn't really look like it."

Greed
snorted "Ah, yeah, okay.That sounds like Envy." he
smiled at Martel "Sorry if he did anything really annoying as
me."

He
grinned over at Dorochet. "You know, you can always ask me
to...help you sleep better.." he leered, winking. "I'm good
for nightmares"

Martel
rolled her eyes, resting her chin in her palm, smiling a little.
"Greed, you are a nightmare. You'd just make it worse."
She was quite fond of Greed... she really couldn't stay mad at him
for long. And she'd grown to not mind his flirtatious nature for both
men and women - it was part of his charm, really. So were things like
his casual apologies, similar to the one he'd just made. She forgot
he wasn't human all too often.

Dorochet
tried to find a grin from somewhere -- God, he felt too slow for
this, too awkward to be having this conversation, never mind to have
Greed start flirting with him now. "Thanks, boss, but I,
ah, I think I have it under control...." Hell, and now he
sounded like he was taking it seriously. He needed to have his head
examined, if he thought Greed really meant it.

Greed
mock-pouted at the chimera "Aw, that's not very nice, love.
You'll see; I can be real comforting, if I need to be."

He
crossed his legs, leaning more heavily against the bar behind him.

"I'd
watch out if I were you, Greed... he'd probably hump your leg during
sex," Martel teased, glancing with a playful smirk at Dorochet.

Greed
turned a sharp grin at Dorochet, eyes tracing his form. "Oh I
dunno...I think he'd be plenty of fun." He shrugged. "But
as he said, he can...handle himself fine." Greed smirked,
reaching to refil his glass. He loved this game.

Dorochet
blushed crimson. "Martel!" It wasn't fair, it really
wasn't. She was far too short-tempered for the others to tease her
about being cold-blooded, and yet she never missed an opportunity to
make fun of them.

...And
now Greed wasn't letting up, either. He squirmed, watching the
homunculus uncomfortably.

Martel
laughed, reaching her arm over and ruffling the chimera's hair. "Nah,
we're just teasing." She scratched behind his ears in an attempt
to cheer him up. "Does that work?" she laughed.

Oh, now
that was more like it.... Dorochet leaned into the caress, shivering,
grinning despite himself. "Yeah, actually.... That's...really
nice..."

The snake
woman laughed, continuing to rub the sensitive area with her willowy
fingers. "Maybe I should buy you a chew toy next time I'm out."

Dorochet
laughed, looking over at her, finally feeling like he was really
awake and alive again. "That's kind of a personal decision,
isn't it? Who -- I mean, what I want to use as a chew toy?"

Martel
ran her hand over his head once more before lifting it away, hopping
up onto the bar. "I'd go with a Kimbley chew toy, if I was part
dog," she said with a smirk. "But you're usually nice to
everyone, so... maybe just go with a bone or something."

Greed
chuckled at the interaction, crossing the floor to sit on the couch
again. "Oh, by the way," he started, looking towards the
door "What was with the lovely new addition of color to the
front?" he tipped his head at Kimbley, arching an eyebrow "I
assume this joker had something to do with it, but was there a
reason? Threat?" Greed wasn't worried, but it was always good to
keep a sharp watch.

The
female chimera shrugged. "Hell if I know. Personally, I'm
guessing sheer boredom, because we all know our neighborhood
alchemist is a psycho." She sighed, shaking her head.
"We're going to have to make sure we lay low again. I mean, with
him doing stuff like that, and then with Envy coming here and
everything... We'll have to start being more careful." She
looked over to the homunculus. "Nobody's tried to contact you or
anything, right?"

Dorochet
stood up, stretching, and looking around at his comrades. It didn't
seem like they were going to hear any more about the incident
outside, at least not right now, so he might as well see about
getting himself some breakfast, or maybe dinner, whatever -- if there
was one thing you learned in the military, it was that things could
go wrong at any minute, so you had to take care of yourself when you
could. "I'm starving. Anybody feel like coming with me to go get
some food?"

Martel
blinked, looking over to him, and then grinned a little. "I
could go for something to eat. Just as long as your idea of food
isn't dog chow or something."

The dog
boy smirked back. "I promise no dog chow, as long as you're not
swallowing whole rats at the table or anything." He looked up at
Greed. "How about it, boss? You wanna join us?"

Greed
stood as well. "Good idea" he turned to the chimeras
"anywhere specific you had in mind?"

Martel
looked to Dorochet. "It's your idea; did you have any place you
wanted to go?"

He
shrugged. "I don't know.... There's that noodle place down at
the corner; that's pretty good. Unless you've got better ideas. I
just haven't eaten since yesterday sometime."

"Noodles
are good." Martel was quite fond of noodles, actually. Not so
contrary to her companion's beliefs, she didn't find the thought of
eating rats horrifying at all, and she'd eaten a few on occasion
(mostly just once to show Al that she did). They were rather tasty,
actually. And noodles reminded her of the tails. Martel hardly found
her reasoning for enjoying noodles disturbing. She was half snake, so
it didn't bother her one bit.

Greed
clapped his hands, rubbing them together. "Noodles it is."
he followed his chimeras out the door, draping an arm over Dorochet's
shoulders as they left the bar "and you know, I really would be
quite happy to help you sleep anytime you needed it" he purred
"a big empty bed can be hell sometimes.."

Martel
smirked, shaking her head, glancing at Dorochet. "How much do
you want to bet Greed's goal for today is 'get into Dorochet's
pants'?"

Dorochet
tensed a little as Greed threw an arm around his shoulders. He didn't
answer Martel -- the only thing he could think to say was the truth,
and God knew he didn't want to admit that in front of Greed: He
could have me any time he gave the order. I belong to him.

"Ah,
thanks for the offer, boss.... I'll keep that in mind...."

She too
fell silent, quietly glancing over at the other chimera. She knew
what he thought. She felt the same way about Greed, and she always
had. They were his. What he had done for them was a debt that
couldn't be repaid, no matter how much she joked that her time was
almost up. She'd follow him always, like Dorochet. She didn't care
that he thought of them as possessions, that he wasn't human, that he
couldn't love. It didn't matter to her. Just so long as she could
stay by his side and serve him, she was content, even though nothing
meaningful could really happen between them. Martel sighed, tucking
her hands in her pockets as they walked outside, and reminded herself
not to brood too much.

----------

The
Crimson Alchemist, in the meantime, resorted to his usual. Helping
himself to the bar while the non-humans were away. It surprised him
still to this day that Greed actually ate and drank like a normal
human, really. Not as much as it had the first time he'd seen it
after learning of the Homunculus' true nature, but still it made him
wonder just why and how. Kimbley'd wait for the others to get back,
minding his own business, probably catching some peace and quiet
staring at the ceiling while he had the chance.

But
Kimbley thought to himself then, more than he'd probably thought in a
while. The incident with Martel and that other guy, Envy...to say the
least, they made him think.

And it
was then that Kimbley came to realize, that his reasons for staying
weren't so different from those of the snake chimera after all.
Despite being entirely able to fend for himself and owing no debt to
anyone, knowing that he could leave any time he wanted, the Crimson
Alchemist was still here.

Kimbley
was still here for the same reason that Martel was...albeit slightly
different in the sense that he wasn't indebted to service. They were
both here because of Greed.

Because
of some uncontrollable compelling force that attracted them to him.
The man who wasn't really a man at all, heartless, inhuman, but even
someone so cold and insane as Kimbley was struck by that damn charm.

No matter
how many times he had the pleasure of transmuting Greed into an
explosive substance, the man wouldn't go away...and Kimbley found
himself oddly comfortable and intrigued by this. He liked
it...it's not every day you run across somebody you can blow up and
then talk to them casually like nothing happened, after all. Despite
being one of seven, Greed certainly was one of a kind.

Kimbley
sighed to himself and clenched his fists, scowling. He'd formed some
kind of twisted dependancy and god damnit he knew it too. And he
hated it.

Ever
since the fifth laboratory, ever since he first saw that damn
Homunculus... Sure, Kimbley didn't owe anything to Greed...and Greed
had no real grip on Kimbley... But that didn't change much really at
all.

Kimbley
was still here, and that in itself was playing in Greed's favor. His
presence here simply said to Greed, 'Yes, you do own me,' and
Kimbley knew it. He told himself he could leave at any time, that he
had nothing tying him down here. But it was a lie.

He
couldn't leave whenever he wanted to, as many times as he'd tried he
couldn't do it. Of course, only Greed knew that, as Kimbley was too
proud to let it be publicly known that he was just another pet. As it
stood, he supposed that's what he was. Greed's little human pet. And
he HATED it. Hated himself for it...

It was no
surprise then, really, that when a young man wandered into the bar
that night that the Crimson Alchemist decided he wanted to know what
it was like to own rather than to be owned. But the boy
had run away...and Kimbley was just Greed's personal alchemist again.

Tattooed
hands clasped together in front of him on the bar, as he'd moved from
his spot from the time he'd begun thinking, without even realizing
it. His forehead rested against the cradle made by thumbs and
forefingers, and Kimbley closed his eyes. He'd known for a long time
now...that explosions weren't the only things he thought about all
the time...

----------

Greed
pushed open the door to the noodle shop, holding it for his
companions, then stepped in after them. He glanced around, taking
things in, then pointed to the waitress scuttling about on the floor.

"Go
ahead and order, find a place to sit. I'll be right there." He
grinned widely then sauntered over to the cashier, ready to charm
them some free food. It wasn't that they were strapped for cash, or
anything remotely close to it, but it was more fun and a certain
point of pride for him to earn them their meals like this.

Well,
hell, as long as Greed was doing his thing -- Dorochet recognized
that smile, had seen how easily it destroyed people's willpower,
plenty of times -- he might as well get a double order, no, make that
a triple order, of the pancit they did here that he liked so much. It
was just too good not to, when he had an opportunity like this.

"So,"
he said to Martel, "you have any plans for tonight?"

"Tonight?"
she asked, a little startled from her reverie. She looked over at
Dorochet, pulling out a chair at one of the tables and taking a seat.
"Hn... well, I'm not planning on staying home, that's for sure.
After last night, I'm not exactly dying to stay there," she
answered, shrugging. She didn't seem entirely hostile about the
subject now, probably since her hangover had worn off, and she was
only around Dorochet at the moment. Dorochet was like a brother to
her, so she felt comfortable confiding in him. While with Greed...
she often found herself getting flustered (be it embarrassed or
angry) when such a topic came up. Greed did have a tendancy to
inflame strong emotions in her, no doubt because of her feelings for
him. Dorochet however was much easier to talk to, especially since
they had been through many of the same things. It was hard to stay
mad at him for long, like with Greed. But with the chimera, it was
because he was like her brother, but with Greed, it was because of
his amazing ability to attract her.

There
was an extremely light noise, very faint, of delicate footfalls
slowly crossing the roof of the noodle shop. Typically one wouldn't
even hear them above the sound inside.

A
cattish looking girl in a straight jacket stumbled down the dark
street, wild hair falling down around her shoulders. She looked up,
dazed, and obviously a chimera of some sort... Then her head hung
down again and she resumed her blind, broken walk, if it could even
be called that.

Curious...

There
was a soft sound of the fluttering of fabric, scuffing of boots on
pavement, and a slightly louder landing on the roof of the noodle
shop once more.

There
was no sight in the street of a blundering chimera now. The girl had
been scooped up by a boy of about sixteen, or so he looked that way.
A clawed hand clasped over the girl's mouth to keep her from crying
out and revealing their location. In the meantime, the male chimera
was looking around and keeping an eye out, despite the fact that his
eyes were hidden completely behind a pair of dark sunglasses. There
was a rushed and severely hushed whisper issued to the girl, like an
order, as he moved his hand from her mouth and signalled silence.

She
looked up, her eyes half-closed (or half-opened, depending on whether
you were an optimist or a pessimist), but still open enough to reveal
her almost-reverse eyes. The female chimera wasn't all too sure of
what was going on, but she took it in stride. It couldn't be much
worse than where she had been before... could it?

The
red-haired chimera put his ear to the roof material, listening to
what was going on inside as best he could. From what he could
tell...there was eating of course...but there was one voice that
stood out more than the others...one that sent chills down his spine.
That must be the one he had heard of...the Homunculus...

Her
dead-looking eyes shifted to see the roof, then to the boy with the
side of his head against it. One of her ears twitched, listening.
Some sort of food... Dear Azathoth, was she ever hungry. She hadn't
had anything to eat since she'd escaped, and even then, entrails
weren't the most filling of all the foods... Sure, an arm and a leg
could tide you over for a while, but one can only survive off that
sort of thing for so long. Running a black tongue over her
matching lips (natural, of course... what did you think, there was
make-up at the institution?), she wondered if there was anything
writhing to be had.

He
listened still...two other voices there that struck him as
unusual...one he didn't like the sound of at all...made the little
hairs on the back of his neck stand up, but out of some primal
instinct rather than fear, the voice wasn't frightening at all, it
was just the way it felt...he could smell it too...smelled like
dog...he didn't like that...

The
other...female...more...what was it...reminded him almost of...ah,
yes...snake...and by the sound of it, with a bite to rival his own.
This might be harder than he'd planned....

Blinking
first one eye, then the other, the female chimera lifted a shoulder
to scratch her cheek, moving her glasses just a bit. Mmm, yes, food,
that's what she was thinking about. In her state, she felt almost
drugged. Hopefully not really, or else that might mean they were
coming back for her... Yech, and what a day that would be.

Then
again, she never did get that left leg off of Dr. Ward...

Blood
red, furry tail twitched, matched his hair...snakes...right...snakes
could feel vibrations of steps transferred through the
ground...shit...

Eyes
darted to the other chimera...shit...clumsy fool what was she
thinking!

She
turned her head slowly to look at him, eyes still looking drugged.
The chimera tilted her head to one side. He was looking very angry
with her, and just at their first visit? Well, it was bound to
happen....

Oh
dear, what if she had eaten his uncle... Then again, she hadn't seen
any red tails where she had come from. Well, from anyone she'd eaten,
anyway. Oh dear, oh dear.

He
crouched down low, laying so that his body was even with the roof's
surface. Covered in black cloth, he was hard to spot if you weren't
really looking for him. One hand lifted to tell the other chimera to
hide behind the smokestack, out of view, and quickly.

Well,
at least she could be quiet when she needed to be. The female chimera
slipped behind the smokestack as if she were a shadow herself, then
turned her head in case the boy had any other directions.

Maybe
she hadn't devoured his next of kin after all if he was
helping her like this. Then again, he wasn't really giving off any of
those "helping vibes"... Well, whatever. He was paying
attention, even if he wasn't afraid of her.

She
willed her stomach not to rumble, for fear of giving away her new
(non...?)companion. Mmm, his right arm there was starting to look
really tasty about now... Maybe with some fava beans... But she
silenced the thought quickly, considering he probably knew where the
hell they were and she, herself, did not in the least.

Martel
wrinkled her nose. She couldn't smell or hear the other chimeras, but
she sure as hell could feel them. While absolutely nothing quivered
on the table or counter, she could feel a buzzing vibration pulse
through her, thanks to her serpentine instincts. The movement was
clumsy, disorderly, and she frowned, glancing away from Dorochet and
then outside. "What's going on out there?" she
muttered cautiously, standing. Moving towards the door, she pushed it
open and carefully watched the street. A girl, stumbling along,
looking quite wretched really. Martel started, and felt herself chill
with a shudder. She knew those eyes. Eyes of a chimera. Eyes that had
barely seen light for years, and too much of other, much less
pleasant things. Eyes that no matter how much they smiled, could not
hide the torture seen. The snake chimera felt an overwhelming sense
of sympathy. She knew what it felt like. But this one apparently
hadn't adjusted as well. Letting the door to the noodle store chime
silently shut, she slowly stepped towards the street. She knew
Dorochet would pick up the scent of the disoriented chimera, just as
she had sensed the vibrations of her steps. But she hoped he'd follow
only after Martel had established herself as a friend to this
stranger... or if the stranger established herself as an enemy.

Martel
blinked when she caught the movement of the girl, seeing her move
behind the smokestack. She blinked, and frowned a little. That
certainly wasn't going to keep Martel away so easily. She kept her
pace slow, unthreatening, and stepped around the back of the
smokestack, lifting an arm. "Oi."

Didn't
seem threatening...in that case...

"Oi..."

There
came a male voice from the rooftop behind the apparently serpentine
chimera, and the lightest of vibrations was sent through the ground
as his feet touched gravel behind her. One hand signalled to the
feline, motioning for her to come to his side, as he looked this new
face up and down from behind dark sunglasses that hid his eyes
completely from view.

The
spotted chimera’s eyes, partially hidden behind her wavy, black
hair, opened wide in suprise, her back hitting the smokestack lightly
as she gave a start. The cattish chimera's almost-reverse eyes dashed
all around. Who was this girl? She smelled... snakish.... Not human
(and definitely not a Dr. Ward... yech, he had smelled awful),
but not really a reptile, either. Something more like the others that
she had seen in the institution...

She
turned her head towards the male chimera, still regarding the snakish
one with a sideways glance. Maybe she could be trusted, but maybe she
couldn't... There was no lie in those eyes, but she had thought that
before, too. The cattish chimera inched towards boy with the red
hair.

Then
again, she was in a straight jacket, and there wasn't going to be a
whole lot of waving back...

Martel
looked them up and down with her dark green eyes, surveying them and
summing up their features. The girl was of course disoriented, and
with the straightjacket, she couldn't do much harm if she got angry,
unless she could transform, like Law. The boy however... he could be
a problem if he was to get angry. But she didn't want enemies out of
them. They'd been through the same sort of thing. She nodded
slightly. "I'm Martel. Looks like we're in the same boat."

The tone
of her voice sounded alright... And she did sound like she
meant what she said.

The
cattish chimera swallowed once, licked her lips with her black
tongue, then opened her mouth, speaking with a voice that sounded as
though it had either not been used very much or had been strained
heavily.

"I
am...Decay...and it is... nice to...meet...you..." She spoke
haltingly, as if searching for the words in the air around her.

"Nn..."
The boy reached up, clawed hands snatching off the sunglasses to
reveal one emerald green eye, the other with a scar that covered it,
leaving it blank and a dull white. Tucking the sunglasses away, he
nodded. "Rakai...perhaps moreso than you think even...Ishbar
war, am I correct?" His tail waved from side to side slowly,
hands shoved in the pockets of a beat up trenchcoat.

Martel
nodded slowly to each in turn. As for Decay... perhaps she had been
an Ishbal citizen taken captive. Martel couldn't really recall her
face. She glanced at Rakai, peering at him for a few moments. Perhaps
she remembered him... "What rank were you?" she asked.

"Special
operatives section 6..." Rakai's tail twitched
slightly...something nearby...it was probably the dog that was making
him edgy.

--------

Greed
tapped the edge of the table with his fingers, sipping at the drink
he'd ordered-and-most-certainly-not-paid-for.

"Where's
Martel?" He asked disinterestedly. "Her noodles are getting
cold." With a shrug, Greed reached over and snagged her bowl. If
she wanted the food when she returned, he'd get her a new one.

He looked
up to watch Dorochet consume his going-on-third noodlebowl like he
hadn't eaten in weeks and grinned "You know, it's quite possible
that we will be eating again. You don't have to eat like it's
your last meal." Greed pointed at the chimera with his
chopsticks--and several traditional patrons gasped at the taboo--then
resumed eating Martel's food.

-------

Decay
tilted her head to one side. Something about a dog.... Her brother
had been a dog, hadn't he? She couldn't remember much, anyway, so it
was useless to think about.

Now food,
that was something worth pondering. Her ears twitched as she
wondered if there was some sort of human she could make into a
sandwich right about now... Or, really, she could just skip the
bread. Mmm...human... She flicked out her tongue to catch a stray bit
of saliva that was trying to make its way away from her.

"Section
6?" the serpentine chimera repeated, and frowned. She leaned
towards the shop entrance, yelling, "Dorochet! Oi, Dorochet!
C'mere!"

--------

Dorochet
grinned at Greed. "Yeah, I'm sure we'll get a chance to eat
again eventually. But I'm hungry now." And the
food was good here, damnit. "Martel went outside. What she
thought was so important that it couldn't wait, I don't know."

He looked
up at Martel's shout, pausing. "What's up?"

--------

The more
human of the feline chimeras turned, following the dog scent that he
picked up from inside the noodle shop and slipping inside to observe.
Forgetting to replace his sunglasses, Rakai received several
astonished and frightened stares at the dull, white eye, to which he
returned the finger.

Decay
turned to watch Rakai walk into the shop and wondered what that was
he was doing with his hand whenever he got those odd stares... It
looked familiar, but... Oh well. Surely she would think of it one of
these days.

Now back
to the food.... What about with some cheese? She'd never tried that
before...

Martel
frowned a little, and then glanced at Decay. "Follow me,"
she ordered, leaping down to the ground again and jogging after
Rakai. "Hold up!" she called. Once inside, she glanced to
Dorochet, gesturing to Rakai and Decay. "If you can't smell
something familiar about them, get your nose checked," she said,
shrugging and shaking her head.

Decay
slipped to the ground (on the borderline of clumsy, but come on,
she's sort of been denied the use of her upper apendages) and follwed
Martel inside, trying to figure out what in the world that odd finger
gesture meant. She thought she had an idea, though, considering the
looks Rakai was getting after he did it...

A clawed
hand reached into Rakai’s pocket and placed the sunglasses back
in their spot to cover his eyes, which were now narrowed profusely in
irritation with these people.

Dorochet
nodded. "Wouldn't take a chimera to know those aren't human,"
he pointed out, gesturing with his chopsticks. "They're nobody I
know, though -- what are they doing here?"

Martel
jerked her head over at Rakai. "He's from Section 6. Her, I
don't--hey, my noodles!" she exclaimed, catching the sight of
Greed's stolen noodles. She scowled, snatching the bowl back and her
chopsticks.

Rakai
stepped up, leaning down and peering at Dorochet, upper lip curling
slightly as his nose wrinkled and he backed away. "Dog...I knew
it..." Clearing his throat, he adjusted his sunglasses. "I'm
not sure but the kid's with me now...picked her up on the way here so
to speak...thing I didn't mention was when I said section six I meant
in the previous war...Bet you didn't know they went back that
far...well...maybe he did..." The red-headed chimera gestured at
Greed. "He's the reason I'm here..."

Decay
moved her head around to help get rid of that horrible ache in her
neck. She compromised with a hunched position and watched the others
talk. Ishbar... Sounded familiar, but, like that weird little
gesture, was not quite within her grasp. Oh well.

Martel
blinked, and tensed a little, holding the bowl with one hand now, an
arm resting casually at her shoulder, just near her knife. If there
was a threat to Greed, she was ready for it. "What do you want
with him?" she asked quietly.

"A
few words and possibly a deal...but I'll speak no more of it
here...the girl and I will return to your place of residence for the
night and hopefully you'll show some hospitality and provide a place
to sleep...we’ll talk of this in the morning...but not until
then...I have too much to think about..."

And with
that, the feline chimera boy was silent, eyes watching the happenings
from behind dark glasses.

Greed
smiled beautifically at Martel, letting her reclaim her food with a
tiny shrug. Not like he actually needed to be eating.

He sat
back in the booth, watching the spectacle these new strangers made
with an amused sort of disinterest. At the rude one's comment about
the dog, his eyebrows furrowed and he sat forward slightly. His
expression got even darker as he was indirectly referred to.

"Ah?
Well, you could at least bother to introduce yourself properly then.
You were at least raised by humans? Taught you some manners?"
he snorted, leaning back again. "And if you've got a problem
with Dorochet, you can take it up with me." Sharp teeth flashed
in a smile that was more of a threat "he's one of my trusted
team members. Who the hell are you?" Greed asked, raising an
eyebrow.

"I'd
be careful about requesting things," Martel said, frowning a
little and setting the bowl down. "We don't have any idea who
you are, really. Would you let a stranger into your home?" She
glanced at Greed, and nodded in agreement. "And insulting our
comrade doesn't help very much."

Dorochet
glanced over at Martel with a grin. "I didn't know you cared."
He waited, apparently relaxed, ready for any order Greed had to give.
Especially the kind that involved teaching this trash some manners
the messy way.

She
grinned, putting a hand to her forehead and sighing. "Ah, dogs.
Great companions, not observant," she teased. But of course, it
was all in good fun, like usual.

Martel
looked over to Rakai. "Now then. You've been rude, but you
haven't shown entirely hostile actions. We can deal with you, but..."
She shrugged, looking to Greed and Dorochet. "I for one don't
want him at home with us. You two?"

Greed
sniffed "Not with an attitude like that. I don't need trouble
makers. Or dependents" he jerked his thumb at the one in the
straightjacket, then turned to face the two new-comers. "I'd
like to help you, kids, I would. But I'm not a social worker. I only
take people if they have something to offer." Greed picked up
his glass and swirled it around, the ice clinking against the glass.

"Hell,
Greed, even if they have something to offer, I don't think you can
trust them." Dorochet stared at the rude one, almost
challenging. If he was going to get treated like he was nothing but
an animal, fine. He'd be what they expected. "Being fused with a
dog might not be glamorous, but at least a dog's loyal. Cats,
on the other hand.... Cats don't care about anyone but themselves."

Martel
glanced over at her friend, and nodded in agreement with what he
said. Then, she looked back to the other chimeras. "Listen. You
can probably find someplace to stay around here. But don't bother us.
Getting into trouble isn't our first priority, all right?" She
leaned over, slurping up the last of her noodles, and then walked
towards the door, putting a hand on Rakai's shoulder as she left,
saying quietly, "We can't trust you, but we look out for kindred
spirits. The girl doesn't look like she's able to survive on her own.
Take care of her." She looked over her shoulder at Greed and
Dorochet, and nodded. With that, she stepped outside, tucking her
hands into her pockets to wait for them.

Greed
stood as well, pausing at the Rude One's shoulder, not bothering to
look down to make eye contact. "If whatever you have to say to
me is so important, I suggest you re-think your approach. You can't
bully your way into getting what you want all the time."

He pushed
open the door and held it, waiting for Dorochet. Turning his head to
look at Martel, he grinned "Never a dull moment, eh sweetheart?
This is what we get for being so damn popular."

Dorochet
couldn't help grinning as he left, nodding his thanks at Greed for
holding the door. That had turned out pretty well after all. "Where
to next, boss? I don't wanna head home and just have the little
bastards follow us back...."

Martel
paused in thought for a minute, and then grinned. "How about
showing them what we're made of? We could have a 'casual' training
session in that warehouse a few blocks down. It's pretty big. We
could lose them there, and if they even see us, they'll know what
they're dealing with. We could split up afterwards. There are three
of us and two of them. I can feel them coming, and Dorochet can smell
them. How about it?" she offered, shrugging.

Greed
nodded. "We could, but I don't want you two being worn out in
the event that those jokers actually try and pose a threat." He
glanced over his shoulder at the noodle bar. "Not that I think
they'd be any real trouble, but your energy could probably be put
into something more...productive" Greed leered at his chimeras,
then winked. "What say we just try and lose them?"

"Following
your lead, boss." There was a part of Dorochet that hoped the
strangers would come start something, just so they could fight
things out, get it over with. But the rest of him -- the rational
part, the human logic -- was happy to just let it go, to have a
chance to go out and do something with the evening. "Too bad
there isn't more to do in this damn town."

The snake
chimera shrugged, sighing. "I suppose we could grab a train out
of town, but..."

"Isn't
that like conceeding defeat? I said 'lose them' not 'turn tail and
run'" Greed crossed his arms, thinking. "They're just a
bunch of punk kids, after all. I just don't want them underfoot."

"I
was more implying as to Dorochet's complaint of there being a lack of
entertainment around here. If we want to lose them, I'd be happy to
run a few laps around the city," she said with a shrug. "I
haven't gotten out enough lately anyway."

---------

Heh...just
as expected...a grin worked its way onto the cat's face and he
swiftly released the clasps that held the straight jacket together,
letting the less human chimera's arms free. In another blink of an
eye two guns were drawn from within the tattered trenchcoat, bullets
put through the heads of four unsuspecting bystanders. People that
leered like that pissed him off...

"Have
yourself something to eat...you're with me now, kid...maybe he'll be
up for an alliance of some sort...but I'll be damned if I get treated
like a pet..."

The
feline ran his tongue over slightly elongated fangs, smirking. This
would indeed be entertaining...surely they'd heard the gunshots, even
if he'd used a silencer the dog would've heard, so he didn't bother.

"Clean
up good, I'll keep an eye out..."

And with
that Rakai stepped outside of the bar, not even flinching as the
remaining customers fled past him with horrified looks and screams.
It was all part of training. All part of things he'd done and seen
before. It was all in a day's work, really.

---------

Greed
opened his mouth to reply, but was cut short by the echo of gunshots
and the following screams. Greed sighed and pursed his lips together
as frightened customers pushed past him in their attempts to flee.

"Poor
kids" he smirked "Not gonna make it, with an approach like
that. They're practically screaming for attention." He turned to
look at his chimeras "I don't think he knows at all how to get
what he wants. For instance, we can eat there every goddamn night if
we want," Greed placed his hand on his chest and looked rather
pleased with himself for a moment "for free. They, on the other
hand, will never get within twenty feet of this building again. There
are only so many places to eat in this city."

He
turned, walking off, knowing the other two would follow "But I
don't feel like hanging around to meet the military tonight. I don't
think they'll be very impressed with some punk kid trying to force a
place for himself, and I don't want to get caught taking sides."

Dorochet
laughed softly as he followed. "You'd think he'd have more
sense. Hell, the last thing I'd want if I looked that freakish would
be to give people more reasons to hunt me down."

He
followed Greed down the street, away from the noodle shop and away
from the Devil's Nest -- if the military didn't take him down first,
that kid would be coming to bother them again, and they wouldn't want
to have that fight at home.

---------

His tail
flicked suddenly, and his head whipped to the side. "Hn...the
newer breeds aren't quite as brutal as we were designed to be I
see...they're more human..." Rakai sighed slightly and ran
clawed fingers through his hair. "Make tracks when you're
done...I'll find you again...in the meantime I've got business to
take care of..."

There was
the swish of fabric as he turned and left the shop, disappearing
across the rooftops.

Not long
after, a vaguely familiar figure stepped out of an alleyway, running
an entirely human hand through messy blood red hair, that soon fell
back in place to cover his left eye, right eye an emerald green that
was complimented by his hair. With a light sigh, the boy, devoid of
anything that would make him stand out and be recognized for much
back there, started to walk down the street in the direction he knew
that the other chimeras had gone.

Cuffs
jingled at his wrists, and the chains on his loose black pants
chinked together as he walked. A sleeveless black shirt tightly fit
his upper body, while there was no trenchcoat to be seen, as well as
no tail. There was nothing unusual about the boy at all, really, and
even when he yawned, his teeth were no different from a normal human.

His step
was a bit shuffling, tired, as though he'd been walking it too long.
A pair of dog-tags hung around his neck, and he opened his palm to
look down at the onyx inlaid in the skin. Useful sometimes, that it
was.

---------

What the
hell was taking them so long! They were just going out for lunch
after all...oi...probably forgot about him...

It wasn't
that Kimbley really minded the quiet time or the fact that the others
probably forgot he was here, or were just ditching him, not at all.
It was more along the lines that Kimbley could only brood for so
long. And he'd reached his limit about three hours ago.

That
being said, the Crimson Alchemist rose from his seat at the bar,
shaking his head at the neglegence of his so called comrades, and was
about to go to bed, when he heard gunshots...

Well...this
could be interesting after all! Smirk in place, Kimbley proceeded to
hunt down the source of said gunshots, in hopes of having something
to blow up and get his mind off of the only other thing he really
thought of. Or perhaps he'd run into the others and then bitch at
them for staying out so long. Either way, it would prove to be
entertaining. They had been going for noodles, hadn't they? Ah...that
would be the direction to look.

The
burgandy wearing black haired man stepped out of the bar and, hands
pocketed, began to walk down the street in the direction of the
noodle shop, which just so happened also to be the direction of the
gunshots.

----------

Dorochet
glanced over at Greed and Martel as they walked toward the center of
town, taking broad streets with plenty of light, headed toward more
human company, all three of them seemingly with not a care in the
world. "This won't come as any surprise to you, but Rude and
Poncy is still following us. Some people, for lack of a better word,
just can't seem to take a hint."

Greed
laughed, not bothering to look back. "Oh, I'm surprised."
he said, sounding anything but. "Damn, he really must want to
talk to me. " Greed grinned as they weaved their way through the
slight-but-still-existant nightcrowd. "I hope he doesn't think
that I'll stop and listen if he starts shooting again. What do you
think?" he tipped his head at Dorochet "Lose him, or just
put an end to it now and put him out of all our miseries?" Greed
narrowed his eyes, grin gone hungry.

"Or
maybe you just need to quit being so paranoid long enough to let a
guy at least explain his actions..." Rakai hadn't taken long to
catch up, that having been what he was trying to do after all. "I'm
not here to pick fights..." He held out his hands, palm up, to
show he wasn't hiding anything, not even the alchemic array on his
right palm, or the fact that he had changed appearances to be more
human, not even hiding his eyes, though his hair took care of the
left. "Leave if you want...I won't follow you home, I've got my
own pride..."

Dorochet
grinned back, Greed's attitude contagious. The alpha wanted to fight,
and that made his heart beat faster, made him want, too -- want to
fight, want to kill, and other things that he didn't dare think about
too closely.... "I'm game for a fight. I don't care how spooky
he is, he's no match for us together."

Greed
arched an eyebrow and half turned back to face their follower. "You
didn't seem too keen on just explaining yourself before. You seemed
more interested in making demands and setting yourself up as some
sort of badass. Hate to break it to you, kid," he smirked and
tipped his head at his companions "But we're a little difficult
to impress. Sooner or later you grow up and things don't seem as
impressive as they do when you're still in short pants." He
grinned, reaching out casually to pat the boy on the head. "When
you're ready to talk with adults, then I'll see what I can do for
you."

There was
a light scoff as Rakai raised his right arm against the Homunculus'
wrist, pushing the hand off of his head. "I'm not a kid...no
more a child than you are human..."

Greed
bared his teeth at the child in a mockery of a smile, "You're
only as old as you act, boy. Didn't you know?"

Relaxing
his posture, Greed placed a hand on his hip and looked down at the
young chimera over the top of his sunglasses. "Now, if you had
anything important to say, I suggust you do so now. I'm being
generous."

"Saa...I
can't say how the rudamentary experiment got here, but as for myself
I've been keeping an eye on you for quite some time...since before
those two even knew what a chimera was." His head tilted to
gesture towards the dog and the snake. "Lost track of your
movements some time before the Ishbar war, though...so my information
sources ran dry. Sad to say out of my corps from back then I was the
only one to make it, you guys are lucky to have a group of at least
three..." In the meantime, Rakai had shifted on his heels to get
a bit more comfortable.

"I
crossed paths with Envy a while back, I'm pretty sure you know him,
right? He is after all one of your kind..." He pointed at the
Oroburos on the back of the man's hand, and then rubbed the back of
his head slightly. "Aah...forgive my former crudity, it's been a
while since I've had to act my age so to speak...blending in and
all..."

Greed
arched an eyebrow. "I don't appreciate being lied to. Try
again."

"It's
the same thing I tell everyone you know...but fine..." Rakai
slowly traced over the array on his right palm, placing two fingers
to it as his form regenerated to its more animalistic state, and he
cracked his shifted jaw a bit. "You could call me a failed
experiment, or a successful one if you see it that way...probably
can't even call me a halfling for that matter...maybe more a
prototype...like a mix between you and them..."

The
feline chimera lifted his shirt to show the tattoo, similar to the
Oroburos, but slightly different in that several parts were missing.
"If you don't believe me, you can always just go ask Dante
herself...if she's still around at least..." There was an
undeniable sincerity in the one eye that showed. If he was still
lying, even a lie detector wouldn’t have been able to pick it
up.

Greed
stared. Then continued staring.

"Just
to be clear..." he started, motioning for Dorochet and Martel's
attention, so they could help him sort facts "You look like
you're about 16" he ran his eyes up and down the boy's body
"Dress like no one I've ever seen, you're clearly a chimera, but
not, because you're apparently also...half of a failed
transmutation?" He arched an eyebrow, still trying to sort all
these fact through his head. "So as it stands you're some sort
of cross between me, Law, and Kimbley." he pointed at the array
on the boy's hand. "And you were in the Ishbal war, which is
about when you lost track of me, irregardless of the fact that
Envy--who you so casually mention in passing--had me locked up
underground by near to a century by that point." Greed chuckled
mirthlessly and looked at his companions. "You must not have
been looking very hard."

Turning
back to the boy, he snarled "Sorry, but your time line just does
fit up with the way things actually happened. You can't logically be
and have done everything you claim. "

Dorochet
grinned. "Naw, boss, the war before the one we were in.
All those years, and still no subtlety."

Greed
squinted "There were two wars?" he shrugged "Wait, how
many Ishbals were there? And how do you know the Fullmetal
Alchemist?" Greed turned to address the chimeramonculus.

"If
my records are a bit off I apologize for that, my memory's been
degrading for a while now...I can't recall where or when exactly I'm
from either...I just know it was a long time ago...too long..."
Rakai sat on the ground, massaging his temples as he tried to think.
"Damn...not exactly half...more like a few of the early ones
tossed in a pot and stirred, I got what came out of it so to
speak...leftovers...kinda like that new Wrath kid has the Fullmetal's
arm and leg...I've...gotten around quite a bit...gathered as much
information as I could..."

--------

The
alchemist walked further down the street, having peeked into the
noodle shop and nearly lost what little he'd had to put in his
stomach that day, in search of Greed and the others. Around the
corner...and...there, in the distance...and Kimbley simply voiced his
thoughts without realizing it.

"Who
the hell is that guy?"

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Greed
tilted his head. "So...you're chimeramonculus soup?" He
grinned, feral, hungry and mocking "Can I eat you?"

"....I
prefer to just be called a chimera...it's not like I'm actually a
soulless shell like you and your brethren..." Rakai decided to
just not answer that second question...this whole thing was getting a
bit out of hand, and damnit if he didn't get the feeling he was being
sneered down at...god that pissed him off...

Greed
winced, putting a hand to his chest "You wound me, kid, you
really do" he smirked. "But, confusing time jumps and
history re-writes aside, I didn't hear one bit of information in your
spiel that indicated you could be any use to me." With a final
tilt of his head, Greed turned on his heal and started back down the
street, hands tucked casually into his pockets.

Dorochet
followed Greed, glancing over at him, holding back a smile. "You
had me worried there for a minute, boss. I almost thought that was
going to go on all night."

"Che..."
The alchemist kicked at the gravel, and picked up a few pebbles,
hurling them with precise aim directly at the retreating head of
black hair rimmed with white fuzz. He crossed his arms after that,
irritated look set on his face.

Greed
grinned over at Dorochet "Nyaah, I've got better things to do. I
don't need trouble makers or confused pups in my pack, right?"
He reached over to ruffle Dorochet's hair.

"K'so..."
Rakai turned his head in time to see a red-clad man hurl a couple of
stones...something different about them though...and without a second
thought two bullets were fired, colliding with each other in close
proximity to the thrown rock, detonating along with the stones.
"Saaa...thought so..."

Dorochet
grinned back, leaning into the touch helplessly. "Mmm, right.
Aah..." He didn't mean to be responding, didn't mean to be
nearly whining at the touch, but praise was praise, and being
rewarded for his loyalty...by someone like Greed, especially...was
wonderful....

Kimbley's
left eye was twitching now...kid reminded him of the military...

And what
the hell was he thinking detonating those little things, it wasn't
like they'd hurt Greed or anything...tch...

"OI!
FORGETTING someone here!?" But what was more annoying,
was that they seemed to be IGNORING him!

Greed
half turned, the smile sliding off his face to be replaced with a
confused look. "Ah?" he tipped his head, hand still in
Dorochet's hair "Oh, Kimbley...where did you come from? I
thought you stayed at the bar?" he shrugged, and motioned with
one hand. "Well, come then. If you don't want to be forgotten,
don't leave yourself behind. You aren't a child, I shouldn't have to
invite you, right?" he smirked at his alchemist, attempting to
leave for the third time.

Kimbley
sneered slightly as he walked past the unkempt chimera, kicking a bit
of dust at him. "Mind your own business, kid..."

Catching
up with Greed and the others, he shot a glare at the Homunculus.
"Well I thought you guys were just going to eat...not
pick up some trigger-happy alley cat and walk around the city for the
rest of the afternoon...you could've said something you
know...just to be considerate at least I know you've done it
before..." Hands were shoved back in his pockets as he kept up
the pace, slightly behind the chimeras.

"Aww,
I'm sorry sweetheart" Greed cooed, turning quickly to give
Kimbley a peck on the cheek. "I'll be sure to call home and let
you know next time me and the boys are gonna be late, okay? Tell the
kids daddy loves them for me." he smirked at the alchemist.
"It's not like we were trying to meet up with them, you
know. When someone obsessively stalks you, you don't have much of a
choice in the matter."

The
feline chimera took one more glance over his shoulder towards the
retreating group and scowled. "I'm not somebody you should make
an enemy of...but if I'm not with you then I'm with them...and if
that's the case, the next time we meet will be the last..."
Rakai's voice was low, barely audible at that distance, if at all,
seeing as really he was speaking more to himself than the others, as
he turned in the direction of the shop and left.

All there
was to do now was pick up Decay and be on their way...finally say
goodbye to this little town...

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