Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Hiromu Arakawa. *sighs* Yeah.
Warnings: Language. And a little lemon-but-not-quite-lemon part right at the beginning. Almost unnoticiable but still. XD
AN: An update! It's my vacation time and guys, I may finish this fic before my vacations are over! I'm gonna work extra hard and update quickly! Anyway, so this chapter was more like a filler. I wasn't really sure how to portray Roy or Kimblee in this and yeah...it was a little difficult writing this one. So if any of them seem way OOC, I apologize. Oh oh and I kind of like the idea of villain!Maes. Maybe I could use him some more? :P
Eccentricity
Chapter 7
Before Zolf could even demand an explanation, he found Maes all over him, smashing his lips roughly against Kimblee's own and pulling him in for a hungry kiss.
Zolf squirmed, clawed and even bit Maes but the other didn't seem to care. The more Kimblee struggled, even tighter becames Maes' hold on him.
Finally, when Kimblee had had enough, he kicked Maes where it counted and lauched a solid punch on his cheeks- as he threw the other man away from him- bolting away from his office as fast as he could.
Maes was left behind- dazed and confused- nursing his bloody lips and bruised cheek.
Zolf didn't look left or right. He didn't pay attention to the road and was inches away from hitting another car as he speedede his way down the highway. He wasn't sure where he was going. He didn't care where the road led- as long as it was far away from all the crazy stuff which he was stuck with!
Finally, upon reaching a rather secluded place, he came to a stop . Leaning against his seat, he massaged his temple and let out a huge sigh.
Everything seemed like a blur and now, the incident from earlier that morning replayed again and again inside his head.
Actually, now that he thought about it...
"You're better off without him."
Gold eyes became narrower. Maes. He was a strange character to beging with. He was Zolf's source of information on Roy...his past...Maes...he was counting on Maes.
"Everything's so messed up. Eh, y-you won't understand."
"And Maes will?"
And Roy's attitude towards Maes.
"It's not like I really care whatever goes on inside that cosy little office of yours- no I don't!" Roy sharply cut Kimblee off. "I don't even care about your past life or-or present influences. Hell, I could give a damn about your ex-wife orcolleaguesat work even if they came knocking at our door. I am not interested in any of those."
Roy was a bugger to begin with but last night's rather heated discussion- it did take another turn, now didn't it?
And now that he thought more, Maes did seem to suggest not-so-subtly that Roy was a bad choice for Zolf: a bad egg in Zolf's life. A bit too honestly, a bit too directly.
More than Zolf's liking.
"You're better off without him."
"What are you suggesting, then?"
"Break up."
"Mother of-"
Eyes flew open as Kimblee quickly sat up in his seat. No wonder! No fucking wonder! Anyone would've seen through it!
Maes was indeed passionate about Zolf's life. He was supposed to hate Roy! It was natural for anyone to hate anyone who was leading a giddy-giddy-goo life with the one he loved!
"GODDAMNIT! GODDAMNIT GODDAMNIT GODDAMNIT!" Kimblee screamed and yanked his horn repeatedly for lack of anything to blow up. Times like these, he really wished he still was an alchemist! At least back then, he had an easy fix to all of his problems!
"THIS IS BATSHIT CRAZY! WHAT THE- WHY ME DAMNIT!"
Mustang wasn't the real snake. Maes was the one who had been playing Zolf all along! Kimblee was just like a puppet in his arms!
"And I went to him for help?"
When he could've known about it from Roy- instead of picking fights with him every so often? Maes misled him. And who knew? Had Zolf told him about his current stranded situation, Maes could've put him in a ward and played the concerned love and God nows did what to Zolf!
"I was so STUPID!"
And he felt awful.
Moreso, now that he didn't know what to do! He was stuck and now was used. Being fooled was one thing but being used...that was just wrong on so many levels.
"God."
It was past eight o'clock and Roy was beginning to get slight worried. Normally, Zolf would be home by then. Of course, he didn't expect the other man to let him know. Not after their huge fight from the night before.
He sighed and took a sip from his glass. He poured a little to help him feel relaxed. From what he understood, him raising his voice, Zolf losing his temper because of it- that wasn't going anywhere.
Roy just needed to take it easy and calm down.
He set his glass down and got up as he heard the sound of car tired on their driveway.
Zolf was home.
What burst through the door and clinging to it like dear life wasn't Zolf. It was rather a peeved, drunk Kimblee who wanted to do nothing more with THAT world.
He reeked of alcohol and that worried Roy. He had never seen the man so out-of-sense before.
"Zolf? What's wrong?" He tried to grab a hold of his lover, trying his best to support him and when Kimblee didn't object, he gently led the other to the couch.
"What happened?" Before Roy was just curious but as soon as his eyes met with Kimblee's, he couldn't be anything but stunned.
Kimblee's eyes didn't hold that normal gaze. They were feral. They were burning with an instinct, seen too rarely in men. He could see the flames in those gold orbs and something more...as if, they were not the eyes of a man. Rather, an animal. A caged animal deprived of his needs for too long.
Roy sat down beside his lover and cupped his cheeks, trying to soothe him desperately.
"What happened? Are you okay? Zolf tell me?"
He half expected the other to shove him away but when he didn't, it came more of a shock for Roy. This was no where near Kimblee's normal behaviour.
He seemed as if he wanted Roy to reach out. He wanted Roy to soothe him. And that wasn't something he saw for a very long time...ever since the divorce between him and his ex-wife.
When he was fairly certain Zolf was not in the mood to reply, Roy heard a very faint voice. Faint, yet growling at the same time.
"What?"
"Maes."
Roy pulled Kimblee closer and carresed his cheeks and hair. "What did he do?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"He lied," came Zolf's hissing reply, "about everything. EVERYTHING!" He suddenly shoved Roy away and threw the nearest thing that he could find on to the floor. The cushion that tumbled down wasn't enough to lower Kimblee's anger but it helped him to open up.
He grabbed Roy's wrists roughly and brought him near himself. Roy winced, but said nothing- seeing as Zolf was not himself at the moment.
"He lied about my life, damnit Mustang! Everything he said was a fucking mislead! Now I'm back where I started, do you see Mustang? I'm back where I started! And I'm still STUCK in this warped hellhole and nobody can help me!"
"What do you mean?"
Roy's question got unnoticed as Kimblee went on, shaking Roy's hands without taking any notice.
"I'm lost here. I don't know who I am, I don't know what I do and I don't even know how to go back. You're acting weird, Maes is all over me- that damn fucking idiot- and all I can do is NOTHING!"
"I'm sorry, how am I acting weird and what do you mean?" Roy was now confused. Being drunk was one thing but this..."And what the hell did Maes do?"
So it was just as Roy suspected! No wonder he hated that Hughes.
"I want to go back." Kimblee said, his voice softened and eyes held an emotion he was unknown to. Sadness. "I don't belong here. I want to go back home."
"But Zolf, you are home." Roy couldn't help himself. His voice was choked with an upwelling emotion. He was perplexed, this was going nowhere and he wasn't used to seeing Zolf so...vulnerable.
Kimblee smiled and Roy's heart wrenched again. All the months of fighting and yet...he still loved this man.
"No Mustang, I'm not."
Roy's heart sunk deep. Surely Zolf didn't mean that it was over.
"W-what?"
"I'm not even this guy who is in front of you. I'm a convict. A felon. A crazed alchemist."
"What?" It made no sense. What was Kimblee saying? That this wasn't Zolf? His Zolf?
"There was that explosion, the blood...that gate...I was in Ishbal...and before I knew it, I was here. I don't know how it happened but now I can't go back!"
Roy's frown deepened and panic was building a web well within him. This wasn't his Zolf? But then...where was he? Was he still stuck in that...Ishbal? Did he get teleported too? And what? Is he really believing this assdrunk guy?
"And you and I, we're enemies damnit! It's so weird seeing you and I like this!"
This assdrunk guy was telling the truth from the sound of it...and...was it him or was Roy actually feeling sympathy towards this stranger?
Roy's mind spinning out of control. Everything that he came to know was too much to digest all at once. The man he was sharing the bed with for the past two-three days. It wasn't his Zolf? And he didn't even notice? He of all people should've noticed!
"So...you're not him?" It was all that Roy could manage to say at the moment.
Kimblee didn't seem to mind though. He smiled brokenly and shook his head. "No Mustang. I'm not."
Roy sighed. He sighed and covered his eyes to hide the tears which were threatening to spill. Whatever it was happening, he felt just as lost.
AN: So what did you think? Personally, I wasn't really statisfied with this chapter but I don't know...this one was a bit tough to write for some reason. :( The next one will be better. Trust me. If you think of any suggestions, do let me know! Please review!
