Over due, that's
all I'm going to say. I'm really sorry about not having this in
sooner Ei-sama. I got idea after idea after idea and nothing was good
enough. Here is me just trying to go with everything. I hope you, and
everyone else, enjoys my fic. Disclaimer: If I was Hiromu
Arakawa I would not be writing fan fictions. Last time that I checked
cows can't type. Filth: Dirty
The smell of sweat and dirt and sewer filled Greed's nostrils, they flared on occasion. The underground passages were always the safest, and the dangerous if your arch enemy was a little grime. Greed wasn't enemies with grime, but he didn't exactly invite it over for tea either. Whatever, he grumbled under his breath, so long as they got away somewhere. By they he meant himself and the Chimeras. Oh, and the alchemist. Couldn't forget him, even if he wanted too
He really didn't want to even look at the Crimson Alchemist. Yet when he didn't, he could smell him. At least the notorious appearance was some what distracting. "You look like who did it and how come" The Homunculus snorted, taking a step closer to catch up with the man walking ahead of him and his group of peons. There the Crimson Alchemist strode strongly, hands bound, golden eyes peering through an oily head of long misshapen hair. It made it impossible to get a decent look at his face.
A bit like a rodent, Greed thought. Stopping at the man's side he was able to peer down. Lice crawled freely through the thin strands, flies buzzed about and yet he paid no mind. On the other hand, the Homunculus spent a good minute or two swatting the insects relentlessly. Flies were the most horrid of insects, basically flying feces.
The madman didn't stir, didn't make a motion. Other then his eyes that is, his eyes stayed focused on the man above him "Why?" He finally whispered, hoarse and confused. "Why are you taking me with you?"
"Well, why are you coming with me?"
A soft shrug, though you wouldn't notice unless you towered over the man like Greed did. He really was nothing but skin and bones. "Dunno, guess I'm not as fucked up in the head as everyone assumes. Alone, I wouldn't be able to take care of myself...not like...well, not like this"
It was true; he really was in poor condition. Greed nodded, and then looked back at the chimeras. They seemed too conversant amongst themselves; occasionally one of them would shoot a glare at their newest recruit.
Usually Martal. He he, jealous was she the Homunculus thought to himself. Brushing the ol' ego as always. "Mm. Well while you're with us, guess I gotta know your name right?"
"You don't know!?" The madman's mouth gasped softly, once again you wouldn't notice under the layer of hair. He stopped; a soft chuckle escaped his lips. Greed stopped with him, but really he did not want too. The smell of the scrawny man was much more bearable while they were walking. "Mm. You can call me Kimbley love" The laugh cascaded down the halls at this point, he couldn't help but let his head fall back.
Revealing his face. A rather filthy, softly stubbled, but handsome face.
"Boss?" Dorochette called out, watching Kimbley continue on through the sewers while the Homunculus stood still. When he finally caught up to Greed he noticed something off about the man's expression. He looked dazed and flushed, not quiet himself. "Dunno why you brought him along" The dog chimera groaned softly, "He's crazy as hell. Not to mention filthy"
"Yes" Greed nodded, sliding the small circular glasses up the bridge of his nose as he continued on ahead. "Filth never looked so good"
Hm. Due to the horrible content of this chapter I demand a second one. Apparently I don't comprehend that crap upon crap isn't a good thing. Though I'm not particularly satisfied with this chapter I'll try harder the second time around?
