It had started with him getting the job. A simple thing, really. He applied for the job and was quickly accepted into the business.

Nothing special.

Kira honestly didn't even notice his new coworker until he introduced himself. He was a bit taller than him and wore a white suit rather than the usual blue attire. He stuck out far too much for Kira's liking to begin with, always having that shit-eating grin and proving to be efficient at everything he tried (and let's not forget how his suit could be seen from a mile away). Still, when he waved at him, he'd wave back, not because he wanted to, but because he would rather keep things that would obstruct his "normal life" (if one could even call it that) out of his way.

As months passed, the new coworker became very well acquainted with everyone in the office.

Well, everyone but a certain blonde…

It was strange, a foreigner integrating so nicely in Morioh, but after a conversation with him, you'd quickly forget his background too. He was from a state called Amestris (wherever the hell that was) and had a bit of experience in the military background. He'd entertain people with his stories and even did neat tricks in the office when he finished his work. Everyone grew to adore the man.

Everyone but Kira that is.

Kira just didn't like him. Period. He stood out too much, he was far to lax about everything, and he generally just pissed him off. There was something… off about him. He considered him being a stand user at one point, but quickly dismissed the idea.

Had he been a stand user, he probably would've shown it off by now.

But then, what was he? He wasn't just your average person. He held some sort of secret, a past that put the icing on that bullshit smile of his. As he mulled this over, the man stalked over, large smile still plastered on his stupid face.

"Crunching numbers?" The man asked, grinning all the more.

It took a lot for Kira to hold back the urge to snap at him. With a great deal of calmness, Kira picked up his pen and started working again.

"No." He said never once turning back to look at him. "Solf, I'd appreciate it if you le-"

"I've told you time and time again," The man said now coming a bit closer to the blonde, "call me Kimblee."

Kira nearly gagged at the sound of it. Kimblee… Ugh.

"Can you leave now?" Kira asked, scribbling furiously at his papers. "Unlike you, I want to get my work done."

Kimblee gave off a mock pout before turning to leave the room.

"I'm starting to get the feeling that you don't like me." Kimblee said out of false innocence. "That hurts my feelings, Kira."

Just get the hell out of here… Kira thought continuing to write.

"But to tell you the truth," Kimblee started turning back around, "I came in here to show you a trick. Kousaku said that you'd really enjoy it."

Or maybe he just wanted you to get off his back… Kira thought now giving off a sharp sigh.

"Ugh… Fine. One trick." Kira said turning his chair. "Do it and get o-"

Kira paused, realizing that right in front of him were Kimblee's hands. He immediately felt a tingle of arousal from how the man moved his fingers around. The look the dark-haired man had also made him squirm in his chair. Kimblee, who didn't seem to notice the red slowly taking Kira's cheeks, clapped his hands together, almost as if he was praying. Electricity bursted from his hands and before long, the gloves on his hands had entirely disappeared. Kira watched in silence, not because of the magic trick, but because of how nice Kimblee's hands were. Each finger looked well pampered and smooth. Kimblee inched his hand closer to Kira's face, placing his palm on the blonde's plump lips. Kira's face turned beet red at the action. What the heck was he doing? Why the heck was he getting so riled up by this?

"Mmm…" Kira huffed (well, at least he tried. It honestly sounded more like a moan.)

Kimblee gave a not-so-innocent smile, his teeth just barely visible. Kira found himself wanting Kimblee to keep going, to see how far he could go with his actions.

Wh-what am I thinking?! He thought now looking away from the man. Why am I… Why do I want him to…?

Kimblee slowly removed his hand from Kira's mouth, dragging his hand across his face slowly. Kira could feel something wet moving along with his hand, but what it was he couldn't tell.

"..." Kira said nothing, blue eyes fixated on Kimblee as he took his hand back.

Kimblee, however, looked like he hadn't the slightest idea of what was running through Kira's mind.

"You were drooling, Kira." He said with an upbeat tone. "Is all that work getting to you?"

Upon realizing that Kimblee in fact did NOT understand the intimacy of… whatever the hell he was doing, Kira gave a sharp "tch" before turning his chair back towards his desk. Never in his life had he been turned on so much, but of all people, why this idiot?

"G-get out." Kira said returning to his work. "I didn't like your trick. Now go."

Kimblee paused for a moment before chuckling to himself.

"Oh?" He said now approaching the door. "Well, you're blush told me opposite."

Kira froze. He knew. He knew and he was right. He was enjoying it, but not for the magic trick. With a sharp turn, Kira looked back at Kimblee only to see that he was out of his office, the door closing gently behind him.

"B-bastard…" Kira mumbled. "Who the hell does he think he is?"

As Kira began on his way home from work, he couldn't help but think about Kimblee's beautiful hands. Damn it, why did they look so nice? It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair for a man to have such cute, perfect, and arousing hands. Kira gave a frustrated huff as he walked down the road. Did this make him… gay? No, no of course not. It's just Kimblee's hands. It's not like he liked him as a person. That would be ridiculous, especially considering how the man irritated the hell out of him. Kira nodded in agreeance with his thought. It wasn't Kimblee he loved, it was his gorgeous hands that he loved. Kira began to channel in his inner thought, wondering how exactly he would acquire the man's hands. He contemplated the possibility of killing Kimblee for his hands, but then considered how inciteful the man was. Judging by how Kimblee was quick to note how aroused or flustered Kira was about him placing his hands on his face, Kimblee wouldn't be an easy target to drag out.

"Yoshikage!" A voice called. Kira turned at the sound of footsteps growing louder towards him. "Hey! I know you hear me!"

Kira looked back only to see the man in question, white suit and all. He was quickly rushing towards Kira, holding his white hat on his head so as to keep it in place. Kira sighed, continuing to walk despite Kimblee calling after him. However, in truth, Kira was happily thanking his luck for Kimblee walking by. If he could just get him alone with him…

"Goodness me… Thank you for waiting." Kimblee responded sarcastically. The alchemist fell into step next to the stand user, He didn't turn to look at Kira's face. "Honestly, I just wanted to talk."

Kira cocked his head to the side, wondering what exactly Kimblee wanted to say. Keeping his distance from the man, Kira checked his watch.

"What do you want, Solf?" He asked finally giving the alchemist a glance. Seeing as though Kimblee wasn't looking at him, or rather, was looking towards his own watch, Kira gave a soft "humph". "I'd like to head home now."

Kimblee's head snapped up, allowing his icy blue eyes to pierce back into Kira's. He cocked his head to the side in a questioning manner.

"Home?" He asked walking a bit faster than Kira. He wandered in front of the man, hands held on his hips. Once Kira had stopped (scowling at Kimblee as he stopped in front of him), Kimblee let his easeful smile drape back over his face. "To do what persay?"

Kira rolled his eyes.

"What should it matter to you what I'm doing?" He said walking around Kimblee. "I have things that I'd like to do before tomorrow. That's all you need to know."

Kimblee sighed, continuing to wander behind Kira. He found his eyes wandering up and down the male in front of him, admiring the blonde's form. A smile appeared on his face as he reached forward, grasping Kira's hand in one of his own. Kira was taken aback by the gesture. He soon found himself blushing due to the contact. Those smooth, breathtaking hands were clasping his own in a warm, sugar-sweet embrace. The blonde glared backwards towards Kimblee, who's smile grew a lot larger with the knowledge that he had brought a faint blush to Kira's face.

"Well, may I aid you in those things?" He said lifting his hand towards him. "Is that okay?"

Kira wanted to slap Kimblee, or rather blow him to bits, but then realized he could use this to his advantage.

What an idiot… Kira thought smugly. To think that an opportunity like this would just jump into my lap…

He blinked sweetly, eyelashes fluttering in a precious sort of way and let out a chuckle.

"Well, if you insist." He said looking away. Though Kimblee wore a genuine smile on his face, Kira felt a sinister grin creep onto his own. It only grew in size and malevolence as Kimblee's hold on his hand grew tighter. "You did ask nicely."

Kimblee's smile couldn't have gotten any wider. With added attention now, Kimblee brought Kira's hand to his mouth, placing a small kiss on the knuckles. Kira's cheeks reddened a lot more at that gesture. It was bad enough that he knew now that this sicko wanted to sleep with him, but how he shamelessly kissed his hand out in the open for all to see made Kira want to kill him even more. Had he no shame? But still, Kira found his heart stuttering from the action just the same. He looked back at Kimblee, faking a pleased smile and promptly yanked his hand back. Kimblee smiled a bit more, much to Kira's disliking. Did he really think that there was a chance in hell he'd fall for such a dumbass? It was almost laughable really. He would make this work, but only for those flawless hands.

"Hm…" Kimblee started looking down at Kira. "That's nice to hear, Yoshi."

Kira's eyes shrank at the nickname.

"YOSHI?" He asked irritably.

Kimblee gave a surprised look at the blonde whose teeth began to grate violently. His blue eyes were glazed with danger, then with a sigh, he went back to his normal, laid-back facade.

I can't lose face now… He told himself reassuringly. It'll all be over soon. I just need to get this shit-for-brains alone somewhere…

"...Never again. Don't call me that ever again." Kira growled. Kira scolded himself for his heart betraying him at the sound of Kimblee's new nickname for him. "Yoshi"? Really? "Yoshi"?! Kira found himself thinking that he would enjoy silencing this man. After all, he didn't deserve to have such nice hands, not with an attitude like that. However, Kimblee cocked his head to the side, then shrugged, a small smile creeping up on his face. Honestly, Kira was done with how much the taller man smiled. Was it just his default face? Or, was he truly happy about his approval? Hm. Well, if was the second option, his co worker was out of luck. He's only doing it for his hands, not for him per say. It almost made him feel bad for Kimblee.

...Almost.

"I never recieved a time for our meeting, let alone a location." Kimblee reminded, adjusting his collar and adjusting his large hat. Kira crossed his arms, nearly scolding himself for almost letting Kimblee get away without telling him where to go.

Kira thought for a moment of telling Kimblee of where he lived. ...No. If he were to get away, it's a really small possibility, but if he were to somehow get away, then he would surely tell people about his little… "fetish". The last think Kira needed was to be found, especially thanks to this idiot.

"Hm… Does around the park at say 1:40 work?" He finally responded. Kimblee's face faltered for a moment earning a sigh from Kira. "I know you moved in recently, but there's a major park in Morioh that I'm referring to. You know, the one near our workplace?"

Kimble gave a small nod, knitting his eyebrows as he pondered the specific park Kira was talking about.

"Yes. I believe I know the one you're talking about." He answered, pointed back towards the direction both of them came from. "You mean the one south of the main building, right?"

It irritated Kira how Kimblee answered his question with another question. Wasn't he taught in school to answer with a straight-forward answer? Why bother making more questions?! That would just lead to endless chatter.

It's just so… vexing! It's common reasoning! Don't answer a question with another question! Kira thought (although, the words were very close to tumbling out of his mouth). Well, whatever. Anything for those sexy hands.

"Yes." Kira asked flashing another fake smile at the alchemist.

Kimblee wandered a bit closer to Kira, staring complacently into his baby blue eyes. The stand user backed up a bit seeing as though Kimblee was slightly taller than him and was strangely eyeing him. Why was he getting so close? The blonde bit his lip as his heartbeat sped up. Why was he getting butterflies all of a sudden, why did he feel so hot, and why was he so bothered?

Of all days… Why am I getting sick now? He asked himself.

His baby blue eyes darted towards the sidewalk. He felt flustered, but for what reason, he didn't know. He did however come to the conclusion that staying here probably wasn't good for whatever sickness he was obtaining. With a quick turn, Kira started off down the sidewalk, none the wiser as to the light pink dancing across his cheeks.

"O-okay." Kira said, twirling a stray strand of hair around his fingers. It took him a few seconds to finally look back at Kimblee, who at this point was right behind of Kira, simpering down at the stand user. The blonde huffed indignantly before turning away from Kimblee. "One forty is fine. I suppose I'll just meet you-."

As Kira turned to walk down the sidewalk towards home, He felt his chin and arm get grabbed and was yanked back, pressing against Kimblee's chest. The alchemist's smile grew as Kira's face flushed a harsh red. Kira immediately struggled in his grasp. Was he really doing this in public!?

"I do hope you'll come, Yoshikage." Kimblee purred into his ear, much to Kira's disliking. The blonde's struggling worsened as Kimblee's warm breath kissed the shell of his ear. "I have a hunch that we'll get along marvelously."

Kira looked at Kimblee, ready to yell at him to let him the fuck go, but only saw how close Kimblee was to him, their faces just centimeters apart.

"L-let go of me!" He squealed in a pitch much higher than intended. Kimblee leered as the blonde protested. He looked so captivating when abashed. With a disappointed sigh, the white alchemist obeyed letting go of Kira all together. Kira balled his fists as he turned to Kimblee, but was only enraged more at the sight of the white clad man walking off, never once looking back at him.

"Don't be late, Yoshi-chan~" He cooed in a teasing voice, tipping his white hat over his forehead.

Kira wanted to yell some sort of protest at Kimblee as he walked away, but could only give an irritated "tch".

Ugh! Kira fumed storming home. I can't stand him!