Gunpowder: Chapter Six
Disclaimer: I do not own Greed, Kimblee or any of FullMetal Alchemist. I OWN TONYA! She's all mine!
Author's Note: Sorry this took longer than expected. I've had Science Fair (won Second place out of 19 districts) my auditions for school and the kite festival that's coming up. But, here's another lovely chapter.
ANNOUNCEMENT ABOUT UPCOMING LEMON IS AT THE BOTTOM!
Warning: In this chapter? Geeze, what do you think now? YAOI! W00t!
Kiddies, this is rated M for a reason. (Guess when? The smut notice is at the bottom.)
LAST
((( Kimblee stood up, memories of Ishbal flashing back his eyelids. He then smiled at Greed. His smile told secrets that no one wished to know and suddenly Greed was eager to learn about this enigma. "You can rest easy, Boss Man. All I really want is a chance to make some fireworks again."
Greed shivered slightly as a slow, sadistic and blissful smile spread across the beautiful alchemists lips. At that moment, the homunculus would have done almost anything to see that smile again. A smile that seemed as if it was only for him. )))
NOW
"Are you sure you know where we're going, State Alchemist?" Martel snapped, looking around the abandoned alley that they were currently walking through. Kimblee's eye twitched a bit as he took a sharp turn. It had been far too long since he'd been back in Dublith and he didn't remember where anything was! The alleys looked only somewhat familiar and even there he was sketchy.
"Yes. Now shut up." He snapped, annoyed. He had his hands shoved into his pockets, almost afraid to look at his inked hands were the tattoos were literally glowing a bloody red color. It reminded him of the Red Stones they had back in the day and he was slightly afraid of the power he might had stumbled upon.
He stopped suddenly and looked up at the building that was a few hundred yards in front of them. He grinned sadistically and pulled his hands out of his pockets.
"There's your Southern Headquarters, boys and girls!" He announced, swinging it arm towards it. Dorchette looked unimpressed and Martel looked surprised that the Crimson Alchemist had actually found the military building. "Surprised, Martel?" Kimblee dragged the last word out, mocking her.
She snarled and those two chimeras ran off, following their own orders to infiltrate the building from above.
Lizard-Boy padded quietly next to the alchemist, his long raggedy gray cape pulled over his body, doing a bad job of hiding his horrendous-looking tail. "Where are we going to get in?" He asked, his nasally voice grating on Kimblee's short nerves.
"I'll make an entrance." He concluded, mostly to himself, but enough to reassure the lizard that he wasn't going to blow the bastard up. Kimblee walked to the side of the Southern HQ building and looked up at it, judging the buildings' thickness and materials.
The last time he had been here, the walls were made with leftover soil and rock from the quarry. But… he rested a palm against the wall, feeling the materials flowing through one of his newly-activated palms. His eyebrows shot up. Were they expecting a damn military assault from Central? The whole fucking building was welded with steel and surrounded by solid concrete that had been created using alchemy.
"Would you like to start this part off with a bang?" Lizard-boy purred, rubbing his hands together greedily. Kimblee couldn't help but to think that the greedy expression on his face looked much better on the real Greed.
The alchemist gave a little shrug, a small and very sadistic smile slowly forming across his lips. He had the chance to get back at the military. And hell if he wasn't going to take that chance!
He clapped his hands again and rested the alchemically charged hands against the reinforced wall. His head turned to the side as the sound of rushing footsteps reached his ears. A broader grin spread across his lips at that. "Seems as if I'm getting a little more sulfur for this experiment."
He chuckled and with a crazed grin on his lips, spun around, grabbing the military official that was screaming about some rabid snake-lady attacking the building. Kimblee slammed him into the wall, Red Stone palms pressing into his chest as a white light exploded from within the body and wall.
Lizard-boy's high-pitched laughter shriek was the first sound to be heard after the initial explosion and Kimblee just gave a proud smirk at his work. Half of the hallway that was where he had blown the whole in was gone, as well as two offices on the other side of the hall.
"That was beautiful in so many ways." Kimblee murmured to himself and stuck his hands back in his pockets, hearing the damn alarm go off. He hated that alarm that always went off whenever smoke or fire was let loose in the building. People smoked for fuck's sake! Of course there's going to be smoke and fire in a MILITARY building!
Shaking his head at the military's stupidity, he disappeared into the darkened hallway, not even waiting for the little annoyance to run up behind him, begging to see what the next explosion was going to look like.
Hearing footsteps running up just beyond the next wall, Kimblee grinned wide and clapped his hands, ignoring the lizard chimera that was looking around in wonder. He pressed them against the wall and the wall blew up, sending dust particles into the next three-way hallway.
He stepped through the dust just as feet screeched to a halt and Edward Elric's voice rang out in annoyance. "Perfect! You're here too?" He snapped angrily.
Lizard Boy cackled and Kimblee watched the tall, pale woman who was clutching a black-haired boy to her chest. 'That must be the homunculus Greed was talking about.'
"So sorry to intrude…" He purred softly, that nasally voice very annoying even to the alchemists' ears. "We just came for the kid."
Two men ran one, one an old comrade from Ishball, Major Armstrong, but the other, a semi-tall pale man with emotionless aqua eyes and dark hair sidled up next to the Major. He was unfamiliar but Kimblee couldn't help but to feel vaguely attracted to the man.
'What about Greed?' A annoying voice whispered in the back of his mind.
'Fuck him.' Kimblee hissed back, wondering if the voice was that of the one Ishball woman he had tortured, raped, and later blown up in a fabulous bomb. It's not a far stretch to think that she cursed him and threw a bit of her soul into his mind.
'Yes. You'd like to do that, wouldn't you?'
He dismissed the woman's voice and looked at the blonde alchemist who was scowling in a rather childlike fashion. "Teacher." His eyes flicked to the pale lady. "The military… and these bastards!" Kimblee grinned in triumph at that remark. "Damn. Looks like a four-way fight!"
Kimblee then watched as an uniformed officer appeared Armstrong and the other military man. An eye patch was over his left eye and he was roughly in his late forties, early fifties. He grinned a bit and cocked his head to the side.
Armstrong snapped out of his stupor and the loud, screeching alarm bell continued to siren, interrupting everyone's thoughts. "You!" He pointed at Kimblee who tried to look innocent. "Zolof J. Kimblee! You should be dead!"
The Crimson Alchemist ran his hands over his chest and legs, as if saying, it looks like I'm still alive, Armstrong.
The other military man looked at Armstrong in surprise before surprised aqua eyes looked at Kimblee. "Zolof Kimblee? The Crimson Alchemist!"
Ed blinked in surprised and reeled back a bit. "He's a State Alchemist?"
Kimblee squinted just a bit to read the vague nametag on the military man's chest. 'Lt. Colonel Frank Archer…' He mused silently.
"You were supposed to be executed years ago! Charged with disobeying the military's direct orders in Ishbal!" Archer exclaimed in accusation.
Kimblee nodded in a little defeat. "Well, that's one way of putting it. Another would be that I made women and children go boom!" He made a small poof of smoke in one hand and Archer's eyes were drawn to the lean and long fingers. "And then when my superior officers tried to stop me—"
"BOOM!" Lizard Boy shouted in excitement. Kimblee looked at him in mild annoyance before sighing dramatically.
"I was really looking foreword to an execution. But, then for some strange reason, the powers that be decided to keep me alive."
Armstrong looked appalled that his precious military could do something so corrupt as to keep a known serial killer/maniac bomber alive. "But why?"
"I'm not sure." There was unusual honesty to his statement. "Perhaps that gentleman there behind you has the answer."
Armstrong and Archer looked at the other military officer and Kimblee grinned. 'I supposed they didn't know that the Führer would be here to watch them.'
But his grin started to slip when he saw uncertainty flash over the Führer's face before a scowl adorned his normally smiling lips. "Are you just going to stand there, allowing this chaos to go on!"
That one sentence seemed to trigger Archer and Armstrong back into military mode. Archer took stand. "You heard him! Arrest them! Arrest every one of them!"
Armstrong somehow found the time to salute the LT. Col. And then turned to the rest of the renegades that were standing around the room.
"Teacher! We've got to—" Ed choked as his Teacher's foot connected with his stomach, making him double over.
"There's no point in trying to stop me!" Edward pulls himself up with a grunt and his brother shoots past him.
Kimblee's face gains a slightly hungry look as he felt raw material in Al's body. There were so many possible ways to make the older Elric brother hurt and all he wanted to do was find out which one was the most painful.
Kimblee droned out the commotion as he just watched with a bored expression on his face. There wasn't anything that he really could do besides just confirm the fact that the boy the Elrics' teacher had, was the homunculus Greed was searching for.
He watched the Führer shoot past him and grab the boy, looking at his foot. "Definitely a homunculus." He confirmed and Kimblee turned, intending to leave before he decided to blow up the whole freaking building. It had happened once and he hadn't liked the outcome. He'd gotten stuck in his own explosion.
The teacher was engaged in a fight with Armstrong when Edward ran past them. Lizard Boy cackled and struck his long, spotted tail out, tripping the Full Metal Alchemist and pulling him by his leg, throwing him into the darkened area that he and Kimblee were hiding out in.
"Brother!" Al yelled and he ran into the room, stopping in the doorway. Kimblee grinned from within the shadows and stuck his hand out, stopping the armor as he placed his hand flush against Al's side.
"My, my… don't you have an interesting body…" Kimblee purred, his eyes hooded slightly as he ran through the chemicals and elements building up his body.
Al jumped back just as Kimblee tried to set him up as bomb. A small, pitiful blast of smoke appeared and Kimblee looked at his hand in surprise. "Huh?" He studied it and then gave his tattoo a look of utmost disappointment.
"He made an explosion out of thin air!" Al said, awe sliding through his voice.
Ed picked his upper body up off the floor, grunting as a bruise protested the movement. "I've heard about something like this once. It's a skill that transmutes materials in the body into a gunpowder-like substance. Then it's compressed rapidly to cause a huge explosion." He then got to his knees, glaring at Kimblee. "Why are you bothering us? What do you want here!"
"We've come here for the child. Our boss has an interest in him." Lizard Boy explained.
"He'd also like to have a word with the two of you. It seems there's some business to discuss." Kimblee mused, looking at Ed with something akin to curiosity in his eyes.
"Oh, is that so?" Ed clapped his hands and transmuted his automail into a dagger that he slid against the soft skin of the underside of Lizard Boy's tail.
The chimera shrieked and moved away. Al grabbed his tail and swung his around, doing a full 360 before slamming him into the wall next to Kimblee's head.
Kimblee grinned against and pushed himself off the wall, clapping his hands in the process. He pressed one onto Lizard Boy's tail.
The chimera shrieked again and looked at the Crimson Alchemist in shock. "Oh! Wait a second! You aren't trying to turn me into a bomb, are you?" He exclaimed, almost shouting in fear.
Kimblee nodding and gave an uncaring shrug. "Well, yeah. Sure." He said it like he was talking about the damn weather.
Ed transmuted his arm and ran at them, bringing it up to swing it onto the Crimson Alchemist.
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A final blast rocked Southern Headquarters as Lizard Boy ran out into the empty streets. Dorchette and Martel had left as soon as they had retrieved their information that Greed had told them to get and they had probably left hours ago. The sun was setting and casting an orange glow on Kimblee's dark blue hair and golden eyes, making him seem almost unrealistic.
"We can't do this! We need Greed's help! GREED!" Lizard Boy screamed in desperation and waved his arms around.
Kimblee stopped once he was a little distance from his explosion, he stopped and looked up at the building with disgust. "The hell with it. It'll be easier if I just blew up this entire building." He muttered angrily.
"Hello!" A deep, masculine voice called out and Kimblee looked up at the roof where Lt. Col. Archer was standing, pointing a gun at Kimblee. "I'm Lt. Col. Frank Archer. It's a pleasure to meet the famous Crimson Alchemist." He said Kimblee's title like it was a fine delicacy to be savored.
"Yeah. You too." Kimblee murmured, his mind on other things. Like what he was going to do to Greed when he got back to the Devil's Nest. He had to do something. He just didn't want to let go of that precious control he had received when touching those red arrays.
"Well, as Armstrong pointed out; you should be dead. By who's authority were you kept alive? Was it the Führer? Or did Basque Gran make that decision on his own?"
Kimblee shrugged in nonchalance. "Beats me."
"Do you have any intention of every returning to your service in the military?" Archer asked, a small smug smirk tugging at the corner of pale lips.
Kimblee gave snort and crossed his arms.
"I can make it happen, if you want it to."
Kimblee looked up at Archer, brows furrowed. He stepped closer to the building. "How?"
Archer smiled cruelly. "I heard you're on good terms with a certain homunculus…"
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Kimblee walked through the doors to the Devil's Nest. No, stormed, would have been a much better way to explain the way he threw open the door and stormed down the stairs, an angry expression etched onto his face.
Tonya stopped picking up shards of broken glass on the floor and looked up at Kimblee, her hand slipping. She gave a quiet hiss and brought up the bleeding palm. The alchemist stopped at her hiss and some of his anger ebbed away when he saw her crouching on the floor.
"What's wrong?" They both asked at the same time. He crouched down next to her, anger still flowing off him, but it was more controlled. He clapped his hand and pressed them to the shards on the floor. They blew up in specks of dust, floating harmlessly to the floor and then he helped her up.
"You ought to be more careful." He said gruffly and pulled the piece of long cloth from his hair, wrapping it around her palm and tying it tightly around the cut on her palm. Tonya watched this all with amazement before he moved away from her and sat down on the couch, pressing his palm against his eyes, the heat calming him even more.
He had to get Archer's proposal out of his head before he walked down to his room where Greed was probably doing something or another.
He didn't want to admit that Archer's offer was something to think about. Not when he was rather content here in the Devil's Nest living with the chimeras and Greed. But, he didn't want to admit that Greed meant more to him than being given control and free reign back in the military where killing people was job.
He slowly got up and made his way down the stairs into the lower levels were his room he shared with Greed was. Stopping in front of the dark wooden door, the torch light next to his head and his dark blue hair loose around his smooth and lean face, he hesitated before opening the door.
He raised his hand to knock, but, realizing that it was fruitless to knock on the door of your own room, he laughed to himself and reached for the doorknob. The metal turned before he touched it and then it pulled open and he was looking into the tanned and curious face of Greed.
"I was wondering when you'd be back."
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I repeat. THERE WILL BE SMUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! IT WILL BE YAOI! (as in boy on boy sex)
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