And this is my reaction
To everything I fear
Cause I've been going crazy
I don't want to waste another minute here
Weightless, All Time Low

Chapter Four: Obsession

I'd been treated like dirt, acted as if I were on a leash, and ordered to do things I resent now. But never once in my life was I a sack of potatoes. I guess there's always room to try something new, but being captured wasn't exactly on my list.

"Kimbley, you can put me down ya know, I'm not going to run." He chuckled before the grip around my lower back tightened.

"No can do, sweetheart. Just because you say you're not going to run doesn't mean I can trust you." I growled in frustration before repeatedly pounding on his back. I screamed and wailed, trying to make him release me. All he did was laugh. After I realized it was futile, I stopped struggling, his grip around my back relaxing a bit.

"Kimbley, can you at least tell me where we're going?" I pleaded quietly. With a slight groan, he set me down on the floor, before scooping me up from underneath my knees. "Why the change in position?"

"I can't tell you where we're going. And it's easier for both of us if I just carried you like this." I took his answer honestly, cause I really didn't want to find out if he was lying or anything. I bit my lip. If we were going somewhere far, I wanted to let Caden know first.

"Wait…Can I go to my house first?" He let out an aggravated sigh before grunting.

"Give me the directions." He muttered.

"It's right here." I whispered into the night, the cool air still hitting my face. He let me down, but still had a hand around my wrist so I wouldn't run. Pulling a key from my purse, I opened the door and glanced around. All the lights were out, so Caden must've already been asleep. Tugging gently at Kimbley's hand, I walked up the stairs, the steps creaking in protest.

I went down the hall and into Caden's room, hoping I hadn't disturbed his rest. No such luck.

"Faythe…?" I could feel my breath get caught in my throat as I kneeled down by his bedside, like I used to when he was so much younger.

"Caden, I might be gone for a little while. I'm not sure how long, but if you need anything, call Aunt Lacey okay?" Everything came out a rushed whisper as small tears dropped from my eyes.

"Where are you going?" He croaked, making more tears fall out.

"I don't know, but please, don't worry." With my free hand, I held his until I felt it go limp. I took my hand away and wiped the tears' tracks left on my face before turning to Kimbley. "We can go now." I whispered. He pulled me to be at eye level with him, before he took one of his thumbs and wiped a fresh fallen tear.

As quietly as we could, we left Caden's room, and were back out into the chilled night once again.

After a long silence, I just had to ask. It was beginning to eat away at me. "Kimbley…Why are you doing this to me?"

For the first time throughout the whole time he carried me, he actually looked down at me. "What are you talking about, Holy?" I sighed, not wanting to let him know I had nightmares about him. That I even dreamed of him. He had haunted me ever since I caught wind of his so-called execution.

"Never mind." I muttered, folding my arms. I noticed where we stopped, before raising my eyebrows. "A train station?" Kimbley was talking incoherently to the ticket master, before grabbing two tickets for us. My heart was beating faster and faster as we neared the train. Where exactly was he taking me that would require a train?

"Where the hell are we going?" I hissed, he just chuckled before settling me down in a seat, right beside him.

"Don't worry about it." He said with an all too happy smile. I groaned, leaning my head against the window, singing softly to myself. Hopefully, I would fall asleep and wake up at home in my bed. My eyes were beginning to flicker on and off, sleep just begging to take over.

"You can go to sleep you know," Kimbley pointed out. "I'm not going to murder you while you sleep." I laughed sarcastically before cuddling up to the window. He clicked his tongue in annoyance before pulling me into his lap.

"I just said I'm not going to kill you, so don't use the window as a pillow." He shifted around so that he was laying against the window, I was still seated comfortably in his lap. He was definitely warmer than the regular seats on a train, and he was a lot comfier.

"Why are you doing this?" I murmured drowsily, leaning my head back onto his shoulder.

"Don't question it, just enjoy it." He was mumbling into my hair, almost making it impossible for me to stay awake.

Just like the previous day, I had woke up in a bed, although it wasn't nearly as big or as comfy as mine. The bed was around a full sized, and had a faded red cover on. Considering I was excruciatingly warm, I immediately threw the covers off my body, a protesting groan coming from beside me. In alarm, I looked to my side, noticing Kimbley's head buried half way deep into the pillow beside mine.

"Can you lay back down? For like, another five minutes?" He mumbled incoherently. I shot him an odd expression, although he probably couldn't see it, before complying and laid down with my back to him. He had an arm hooked around my waist. "Why are you up so early?" He mumbled again. He was beginning to aggravate me. I really did feel like a prisoner, shackled to this person that could blow me up in three seconds.

"It's not early, it's already 10 o'clock." I whispered. If I were Kimbley, I'd be pissed with someone talking loudly while I tried to sleep.

"That's early, go back to sleep." The arm around my waist gripped even tighter, pulling my back to his chest.

"I'm fine." I whispered again. He groaned a little before trying to make me turn over. Apparently, he had no strength in the morning. With a light sigh, I rolled over, facing Kimbley.

"Do you hate me?" He asked in full seriousness, putting the hand from around my waist to caress my face. I shook my head. "Why not?"

"Do you want me to?" I retorted, wondering why now of all times, he would think I hated him.

"I kidnapped you in the middle of a date, took you away from Central, made you leave you brother at home, and you don't hate me?" I thought of what Hughes had told me yesterday. He didn't hate me, so why should I hate him? Once again, I shook my head.

"Go back to sleep." I ordered softly, just so he wouldn't keep stressing about whether or not I hated him. He nodded, tearing the hand from my face back around my waist.

"You can wake up now, sweetheart." I groaned, with a now pounding headache awaking me from the dream world I had began to love so much. My eyes opened to Kimbley's smirking face, making me want to shut my eyes again. There were days when I loved hearing this guy ask me questions and give me attention. Other times, I wanted to freeze him into hell.

"Oh my god Kimbley, go away!" I mumbled, throwing another pillow over my face. He chuckled before taking it off, his currently wet bangs dangling over my face. With a growl, I pushed him over, sitting at the edge of the bed. "I need a shower." I muttered lowly.

"Kimbley, do I have any spare clothes to change into?" I really hoped I did. If I didn't I probably would have screamed right into his ear.

"Yeah, hold on." I finally noted that he was walking around with a just a towel on around his waist. It bothered me that he hadn't bothered to put his clothes on before he woke me up. They better be on before I get out of the shower. "Knock yourself out." He tossed very plain looking clothes onto the bed, but they at least they looked comfortable.

"Thanks." I stole the white tank top and black shorts from the bed and fled to the shower. Much to my dismay, I realized I would have to reuse my undergarments, until I found a shop to buy myself more clothes.

I came right back out of the shower, my hair dripping slightly onto the towel wrapped around my shoulders. Since there was a lack of toiletries around here, I had to use my hands to comb through my hair. I groaned, knowing my hair was going to look like crap when it dried.

"Are you ready to go?" I cocked an eyebrow, my fingers still tangled in my hair.

"Go where?"

"You need to come and meet everyone." He stood beside me, running his fingers through my hair to get my hand out. "I got it." He muttered, combing out all the knots in my damp locks. When all the knots and clumps were out, he stuck out an arm. "Ready?" He repeated. With a nod, I grabbed onto his arm and walked out the room along his side.

"Ah, so the girl's awake now?" I scowled at the comment. I had a name, and even if these people didn't know me, Kimbley would have mentioned it. When we had entered the main area, I noted a muscular man with short spiky hair surrounded by women. There were also a few standing around, seeming overly alert to their surroundings for no particular reason

"Well, bring her here!" The man jeered with a smile. He had sharp, razor like shark teeth. I felt Kimbley pull his arm away from mine, and nudge me towards the man. For a short moment, I scowled at him, before looking to the strange man.

"And what's your name, doll?" I wanted to roll my eyes, but I wasn't exactly sure what this man was capable of. He could most likely kill me.

"Faythe."

"Aw, such a beautiful name," His grin grew wider. "for a beautiful girl."

"Thank you." I responded shortly.

"It's no wonder Kimbley wanted to keep you here." My eyes went wide before I turned to Kimbley. He looked as if he wasn't paying attention. I growled lowly at him. So this was his idea? I thought for sure it would be this guy, surrounded by whores.

"Oh right, where are my manners? You can call me Greed." I nodded slightly, before walking back to Kimbley.

"Will you come with me?" I whispered, so nobody else could hear me. I didn't want them to get the wrong idea and think I was trying to escape.

"Where?" By now, he had pulled me away to the bar and away from Greed.

"Just to get some clothes, and things like that." He nodded, pulling me by the hand.

"We'll be back later." Kimbley announced to Greed, who waved it off as a simple nothing. Just like earlier this morning, he had me by the arm.

Kimbley was leading me down a dusty street to where he had purchased the clothes I was currently wearing. It was a little more than awkward, and the tension in the air was thick.

"Are you mad at me?" He finally asked, the bitter air growing even thicker.

"I should be, but I'm not," I finally concluded. "I'm just really confused."

"About what?" I pretended to be deep in thought, but I most definitely wasn't. I was just trying to figure out how I should word this to him without sounding rude.

"Why is it that you wanted to bring me here?" He had stopped, as well as I did. I looked him dead in the golden eyes. Now he seemed to be the one deep in thought. Since when could a simple question stop the infamous Crimson Alchemist?

"I'll tell you by the end of the night," He finally snapped out of his lost thoughts. "I promise." I sighed, knowing that I would just have to be patient with him first.

"Alright then." Without a second thought, I grabbed his hand and began walking towards the small apparel store that Kimbley had directed us to.

I figured regular clothes would be best to buy first, considering I really didn't want to have to buy undergarments with Kimbley around. I looked for a variety of casual wear, along with pajamas for however many nights I would be staying here.

"You know, you could wait outside or something. I know guys hate shopping." He chuckled before gripping the arm around my waist tighter.

"Not a chance. You'll run any opportunity you've got." My eyes rolled.

"Yes Kimbley, because I can run when you're outside and could stop me before I get far." My sarcasm dripped heavily like venom. He sighed before reluctantly pulled his arm away from me.

"Alright, you can shop however long you like, it's on me." I was about to open my mouth to protest from him, but he covered my mouth with his hand. "Here's a blank check, just fill in the amount." He slipped a folded piece of paper into my hand. "If you run, I'll drag your ass back faster than you can say my name." I nodded, making him release my mouth. "Have fun." He added seriously before pressing his lips to my forehead.

"R-right."

'What the fucking hell was that!' My head continuously screamed as I tried to find clothes to suit my tastes. Sure, it was only on the forehead, but a kiss is still a kiss! I was flustered and embarrassed, and he probably didn't even notice. I groaned loudly, although I was still shopping. I found a few decent things, nice looking blouses and cardigan jackets. Along with that, I had gotten a few shorts for those hot days, and two pairs of tight jeans. Now, for the final part. Lingerie.

There wasn't much of a selection. Just a few color sets, a couple with patterns. Feeling the teenager rise in me, I had gone with patterned sets, adoring the little shapes on the bras and underwear. No matter what I looked at, my mind was absolutely stuck on what Kimbley had done. I desperately wanted to scream right now, but I knew it wasn't the time for it.

"Is this all for you today?" The cashier asked with a sweet smile. I mumbled a 'Yes' before pulling out the blank check Kimbley had given me. I grabbed a pen from the counter that was usually used for signing the receipt, and filled in the check that the cashier told me.

"Thank you, come again." Her sickly sweet smile had me off in a flash. Just as Kimbley had promised, he was laying down on a bench in front of the shop, causing me to raise an eyebrow at him.

"You were begging me to let you sleep in, and you're still tired?" I mused, making him sit up immediately. He yawned before scooting over, allowing me to sit beside him.

"I thought you'd be longer." He finally answered, glancing at the two bags I had walked out of the shop with.

"Nah, I'm not in a shopping mood." 'And I can't think straight thanks to you'. I added mentally, like hell I'd let him know that. He nodded, enjoying the silence created by the both of us

"How about we go out to lunch?" He asked finally after I had checked through to make sure I had everything I wanted. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"For what reason?" I felt rude being so suspicious, but he is infamous. He chuckled before standing in front of me, holding his hand out for mine.

"Consider it a present for not bitching when I took you." I laughed before taking his offered hand.

"I suppose that's a good reason." Kimbley had taken both my shopping bags with his free hand, and linked his with mine. It was nice to see Kimbley acting like a normal person, and it made me wonder if he had multiple personality disorder. The infamous Crimson Alchemist was known for blowing up everything he touched, but the one I was here with was just…definitely not him.

We were seated, while I was curiously glancing at the scenery. It wasn't beautiful, it wasn't disgusting, it was just interesting. There was no beautiful lake that would make someone remember this place forever, but what had caught my eye was the dusty streets that opposed the beautifully clear sky.

"I swear, you have ADD or something." I scowled at Kimbley before finding a small pebble to throw at him.

"And I swear, I'm waiting for the moment you're going to blow me up." He chuckled before taking the pebble and throwing it back at you; only this time it exploded. "That doesn't count." With a slight grimace, I had taken a bit from my plate and threw it back. I felt like I was back with my parents, and Caden was still a baby. He used to throw his food at me constantly, while I would throw back much smaller pieces until my parents would scold me for acting so childish. He growled before kicking me from underneath the table.

"Will you cut that out?" With a pout, I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms. "You're acting like kid." He muttered.

"So?" I mumbled, looking once again at the scenery. He let out a groan.

"Let's just hurry up and get back." I swallowed my food before turning the accusations on him.

"You're the one who offered lunch!"

"Only because you would have complained, dumb ass!" With anger surging through my veins, I stood up abruptly. I muttered a rainbow of colorful language. Who the hell does he think he is! I wanted to scream at him, I wanted to hit him, punch him and so much more. With an exasperated sigh, I made my way around the calm area. I had no idea where the hell I was, and I didn't know where I was going. I stopped at an open air market, bustling and full of people. All of the vendors seemed welcoming, but I stopped at a middle-aged woman's stall.

"Excuse me ma'am, but could you tell me where the train station is?" She gave me directions with a warm smile, and I was on my way again.

"One ticket to Central, on the name of Faythe Chevalier" I was more than thankful that the station had accepted tabs to the wealthy. Otherwise, I didn't have a single penny on me. I sat on the train in silence. I knew this ride was going to be a long and silent one, but I needed to go home. I wanted to see Caden, Roy, Riza and Havoc. I wanted to see everything right now, and that was only possible in my dreams.

With a groan, I slumped farther in my seat. I couldn't wait to get home. I could take a long and relaxing bubble bath, with candles burning along my bathroom counter. It sounded heavenly at the moment. I fell asleep, dreaming of a relaxing pomegranate scent that could be mistaken for reality and the thought of bubbles enveloping my pale body.

"Miss, it's time to wake up." I could hear the voices murmur beside me, but the muscles in my body made no motion to stir.

"I got her." Another voice had called. I could feel another body pull mine to theirs, my eyes barely fluttered open. I had managed to catch one glimpse of the train operators grabbing my bags, and following suit, but I was just absolutely clueless as where we were even going.

"Are you okay, Faythe?" I wasn't sure who the owner of the voice right now, but I for sure had felt like I just died and was currently residing in heaven. I was swallowed by nothing but comfort. The scent of vanilla and pomegranate stung my nostrils, along with the burning gasoline used to ignite God's delightful scent. I groaned, the harshness in my voice sounding unfamiliar to me. The muscles in my eyes tried to perk up from their sleep, until I was finally able to uncover the mysterious face.

"Jean?" I could barely make my voice come out above a whisper. "What are you doing here?" He frowned slightly, the cigarette resting in the corner of his mouth dropping along with it.

"I brought you home. There was word about your arrival from the ticket masters, talking about how the tab had to be transferred and what not." Before I could separate my lips to speak, he laid beside me, looking me hard in the eye.

"Where have you been?" All seriousness was plastered on his face, his cigarette was burnt out and now resting on my nightstand. My emerald hued eyes almost rolled off from their sockets. I couldn't tell him, not at all. I shook my head, although within my position, I wasn't able to move much.

"Well you're okay, right?" I actually had to think about that before answering. Was I okay? I couldn't be too sure, but I wanted Havoc to relax. With the limit provided from the pillow, I nodded my head as much as I could. Although I could still feel the excruciating burning sensation in my throat, I tried to examine Jean.

"How did you know I was coming home?" The phrase had taken me numerous attempts until I was finally able to make it come out complete. He just smiled before patting the side of my head that pointed towards the ceiling.

"The military's been looking for you ever since you've been gone. When word had gotten through the ticket masters about you using your tab, we just figured we had to wait." His fingers that were resting on my head slid down easily to caress my cheek, before fingers lingered over my lips. "You really scared me." He murmured before placing a light kiss that would have felt right, if other things hadn't been plaguing my mind.

"What was that for?" My whisper came out feather soft, I wondered if he heard me.

"Faythe, I know I screw crap up with women, but would you consider being my girlfriend?" I was more than shocked, why had he brought this up now? Sure, him and I had gone out on quite a few dates but, we never considered dating each other. Yet, it felt nice to kind of focus on just one person. I tried to weigh it out mentally, and it really did sound good.

"I'm sure you won't screw it up with me." He grin had lit up the entire room as he pulled me tightly to him. We were close enough that I could smell the stench of cigarettes, but I didn't mind. I loved being close to people, physically and mentally, and it felt right to be with him.

"I'll try my best." He murmured into my hair before we fell asleep with our arms intertwined.

The next morning, I were up bright and early, noticing that Havoc was still here and soundly asleep. If he was going to be here more often, the house might not feel so empty. That's how it was with just me and Caden. Checking the time, I rose from my resting position and headed off to get a shower, God knew I needed one.

There was so much ravaging my thoughts right now, it was unexplainable. In what, two days? I had seen a hint of affection coming from a psychopathic pyromaniac, then saw him revert to his normal self and now I had somehow ended up dating a co-worker.

But that was something that kind of upset me.

I got to see the infamous Crimson Alchemist show more affection than thought possible, it was…pleasant, while it lasted. If he's that capable, what else would he have done if we hadn't argued? And the kiss, even if it was unexpected and just plain odd, doesn't change the fact that it was enjoyable.

Well, whatever happens, happens, right?

After my comforting shower started spewing out ice, I knew I needed to ditch. My dripping hair leaked the chilled water onto my back, the heated sensation fading with each trickle. Carelessly, I threw my uniform on and sloppily dried my hair. I wasn't in the mood for anything fancy today, so it stayed in it's usual uniformed wave, with my bangs straight to the left. My usual morning routine had ended, and now I had to make breakfast. Odd enough, I'd be making just a little more than usual.

Havoc was still sleeping soundly in my massive queen sized bed, drool hanging out his mouth. I giggled slightly before heading down the stairs.

Breakfast was no extraordinary event, although Havoc had come down the stairs at the smell of food. Moments later, Caden came in, wondering why there was someone else here. I shot him a guilty smile before setting up the table.

Caden was silent throughout breakfast while Havoc and I chatted happily. He never was good at having strangers home, a habit he picked up from being alone most of the time. I pitied him slightly. After eating, I grabbed all the dirty dishes present on the table and rinsed them slightly.

"Bye Caden, we're off to work," He didn't miss the plural, and looked to Havoc with a weary eye. "Don't forget to do the dishes." He nodded before getting right at his duty. I kissed his forehead before slipping on my boots and was into the passenger seat of Havoc's car.

"Cute kid." He complimented, making me giggle.

"It's hard to call him a kid anymore. He's so independent these days." I sighed, feeling the slightest bit helpless. Jean's hand went to my knee, giving it a light, reassuring squeeze.

"He's turned out great, so don't ever worry too much about him." I could only nod until we had arrived at headquarters. We were given many curious side glances. Seriously people, we're not stupid. We know when people are going to start gossiping. I let out a groan, making Havoc laugh and wrap an arm around me. He was such a sweet person, it really was a wonder as to why he was never able to sustain a girlfriend. Sure, Roy was a charmer, but he wasn't exactly as sweet as sugar. When we had entered the office, Roy automatically quirked an eyebrow at how Havoc was holding me. I silently promised an explanation later. I placed my stuff down in my usual seat, ignoring the erratic ringing of the telephone. I managed to note the voice was deep and dark, definitely an anonymous caller.

"And why do you need to talk to her?" There was a harsh, demanding voice on the other line, Roy kept his poker face stiff and solid. "You have thirty seconds." He pulled his ear away from the phone, his charcoal eyes on me.

"Faythe, phone." I could only nod before gingerly placing the telephone to my left ear.

"Hello?" There was nothing for about five seconds. I almost hung up, almost.

"I'm coming back."

Author Note: sorry for not updating for God knows how long. Yes Kimbley's OOC, who gives a shit? You honestly think you can have a romance with the guy when all he cares about is blowing shit up? Yeah, didn't think so. Needed to get that out of my system. On another note, I might start a lemon series, featuring the Arrancars from Bleach. Don't ask, it randomly popped in my head one day, starting with Nnoitra Jiruga. Seriously, don't ask. Teenage hormones. Haha, anyways, reviews would be terrific :D

Disclaimer: I do not own any publicly recognizable characters, objects, or songs. I do, however, own part of this plot, Faythe and Caden Chevalier, Lacey and Haley. Steal them, and I'll have Gluttony eat you.