A/N: The title of this chapter makes it obvious what he (Kimblee imitation) really is. But I couldn't figure out a title like the chapter before. Maybe next time the chapter title will be more creative. So anyway, here it is.
CHAPTER 2—Homunculus:
"I think I love you."
Naminé turned her head away. She wanted to cry then but forced her tears back again. "You're not serious . . . are you?" Her eyes followed as the arm pulled out of the wall and was normal again. Before she could protest, his arm wrapped around and pulled her closer to him. His eyes were almost hypnotic to Naminé, putting her in trances, making her to follow his orders. Her hands glided on the planes of his chest. "Zolf, I . . . " What did I just call him? What am I doing?
The guy looked at her parted lips. He knew her mind and body wasn't cooperating at the time. That was fine with him because he wanted her then and she was vulnerable. The guy took full advantage of the opportunity. He leaned in and kissed her on lips gently at first, but it soon became full of hunger. His tongue begged her lips to part more so he could have access to the sweet recesses of her mouth. They gave in slowly and by the time that happened, he was on her full force. Then he left her mouth and went to her neck to shower it with kisses.
Naminé felt her blue military jacket come off and her shirt getting unbuttoned. "This isn't right. You're not---"
"You called me 'Zolf', didn't you?"
The door to the office opened up and a soldier walked in with some papers in his hand. "Colonel Thomson," he said, "the fuhrer is wondering where . . . " His eyebrows raised in shock at the sight. "What is going---is that the Crimson Alchemist?"
'Zolf' pulled away from Naminé and started to approach the soldier who was backing up. He smirked. "You act as if you see a dead guy." His arm extended in the guy's direction.
"But you died in Lior . . . !" The arm extended all the way through the soldier's abdomen as blood came down in torrents. The arm was pulled out and the soldier collapsed inside the room.
'Zolf' turned around to face Naminé. "I hope you didn't mind that."
"Let me see your right hand."
"Why?" He allowed Naminé to grab it anyway although he wanted to go back to what they were doing before.
She saw the symbol on his palm instead of Kimblee's alchemic arrays. "Ouroborus," Naminé muttered to herself. She looked up into grinning teal eyes. "You're a homunculus." She scolded herself for kissing back in the first place. Naminé knew Kimblee was gone but seeing this guy gave her hope that he survived somehow. She clapped her hands furiously and placed them against the homunculus' chest. It sent a jolt throughout his body, sending him backwards unto the floor. "Now tell me who you really are!" She snapped her fingers and lightning came down at him.
The homunculus moved out of the way and swiped at the colonel with an extended arm. The blow sent her flying over the desk, crashing into the floor. "You thought you could kill me, but it's not that easy." He walked up to the desk with the intentions of attacking her again.
Naminé jumped over it before he could come any closer. Then she tackled him unto the floor but was kicked off into the hallway. She landed against the wall upside down. Her eyes landed on the dead soldier's body and gazed up at the homunculus. She rolled backward (in her case) away from the wall and stood up. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around her.
"I'll forgive you for that," a voice whispered into her ear, "just don't try it again."
Naminé elbowed him and was thrown down the hallway for the attack. She landed on her chest hard and the wind was knocked out of her. Her eyes began to tear as she struggled for oxygen.
The homunculus wasn't grinning anymore—he was too pissed off. He closed in on her body and rolled it over. "Do you have to be so stubborn?"
Naminé felt fresh air filled her lungs again and let out her first breath in a minute. Her brown hair was in her face but she could still see 'Zolf' looking down at her. "You're not him."
That sentence didn't phase him. "Yeah, but you kissed me like I was. You may not know it but I remember doing things with you that you enjoyed . . . Naminé." His eyes went to her chest interested at the sight. I was so close. Instinctively, the homunculus felt eyes on him and he looked up. He saw Breda and Armstrong down the hallway.
Armstrong's blue eyes narrowed at the homunculus as his pink sparkles sparkled more. "The Crimson Alchemist . . . ? What are you doing to her?"
'Zolf' grinned sadistically. "Nothing that she didn't want. There's a mess that needs to get cleaned up. So why don't you two dogs take care of it?"
Breda looked behind the homunculus and saw a body dressed in the blue military uniform. "A soldier! Is he----?"
The homunculus started laughing. His laugh was cold and loud, ringing through the nearly deserted hallway. Finally he regained his composure. "His life wasn't worth that much . . . And neither is yours."
"What . . . ?" Breda was pinned against the wall down the hallway by the shoulder. Blood seeped through the blue fabric rapidly while Breda gritted his teeth to hold in the screams.
"Breda!" Naminé screamed.
Armstrong took off his military jacket and dropped it unto the floor. "Miss Naminé, get away from that man," he ordered, taking noticed of her incredulous look. "Your alchemy isn't helpful in this situation," he explained. "If you attack him, you'll shock Breda." His eyes finally took notice of the bare hallway and realized there weren't any objects he could transmute to fight the enemy.
"Actually," the homunculus cut in, "I like where she is. And she better stay there, too." To prove his point, his arm made the wound in Breda's shoulder larger, causing the soldier to scream in agony.
Naminé stood up in front of the homunculus reluctantly and removed the hair that had fallen in front of her face. Just like Kimblee had been, he was taller than her by several inches and this fact forced the state alchemist to look up at him. From the corner of her eyes, she saw when the arm retracted back to its original state. Her eyes wandered away from his face to the ground where blood was dripping unto the red carpet, creating dark stains. "Zolf . . . can't you . . . stop?" She asked quietly.
The homunculus looked bored now after he stopped attacking Breda. Taking his blood-free hand, he placed it on top of Naminé's shoulder. "I'll do it for you. But only because I'll see you later." He saw the surprised look on her face and he smirked. He started to casually walk down the hallway away from them.
"Miss Naminé," Armstrong said, getting ready to transmute his jacket, the only thing in the hallway, "get out of the way." He planned to attack the strange guy whose back was turned on them. It was a cheap tactic but very effective in combat.
"Let him go. We should be more worried about Breda." Naminé smiled a little from all the quiet nervousness she felt. What did he mean he'll 'see me later'?
-FLASHBACK-
The darkness of the sewers wasn't welcoming and neither was the smell. Naminé found herself lying on top of the debris of the former street. The light from the sun shone on her, causing her to squint. Her back hurt and so did her head. So badly that she forgot that she was not alone. She bolted up immediately and started to move into the darkness. Naminé didn't know how ling she had been there or where Kimblee had gone. She found herself wishing he was trapped underneath the rumble.
The farther she walked along the side of the sewer the darker it became. She could make out her surrounding. There were two walkways on either side with a stream of gunk flowing downward. The stream looked thick and some nasty shade of greenish brown. She wanted to reach fresh air so badly.
Naminé stopped walking when she thought she heard a splash next to her. Quickly she spun around, snapped her fingers and a bolt of lightning struck down into the sewage. The flash creating a light and Naminé saw Kimblee in front of her. The temporary light created shadows on his face, making it more menacing that it was. "Bastard!" She snapped her fingers again to strike him.
Kimblee moved out of the way. He clapped his hands and made a grab for her. Naminé did the only thing in her mind and stepped into the stream on impulse. It was thick—whatever it was composed of, it caused walking in the 'stream' to be difficult. Kimblee didn't care as much as her face showed it and walked into the sewage to get her. Naminé wasn't a fool and wouldn't send lightning into water if she was in it. Before she could attack him, Kimblee tackled her into the dirty water.
Naminé's head submerged under the gunk and some it went into her mouth. It tasted awful and she wanted to spit it out but didn't want more coming in. She felt her arms by the side of her head, pinned down by the wrists and some weight on her. At first, Naminé believed he was going to drown. But he pulled her up against his body, still holding her wrists.
"So, what are you going to do to me?" Naminé challenged him.
Kimblee smirked. "I was thinking about blowing you up but that would be too easy."
"Like it was for Romberg?"
He raised an eyebrow in his confusion. "Romberg . . . why would you bring him up?"
"Because you killed him!"
Kimblee almost looked confused for a second, the smirk disappearing off his face.But then it came back. "What difference would it make if I hadn't? All that would have happened is he would marry you. It's not like you were that loyal to him in the first place."
"Shut up!"
"Since when have I listened to you?" He brought her arms together and used one of his hands to hold them together by the wrists. The other hand went underneath the back of her shirt. Finally he believed he found what he was searching for— the transmutation circle on her back. He looked into her eyes to check. He smirked when he saw her pupils dilate from the realization. "What's wrong, babe? You like the idea of me blowing you up piece by piece?"
Naminé heard voices outside, near the opening in the street. It was far from them but they could still hear the military. Kimblee sighed in disappointment and let go of the lieutenant colonel. He stood and looked down at her. "I'll take care of you some other time." The Crimson Alchemist was gone before any military personnel could come down and see Southern Headquarters' Naminé Thomson covered in sewage.
-END FLASHBACK-
Naminé had been the hot, bubble-bath for half an hour, thinking about Kimblee. She remembered how she used to think her and Romberg would last until Kimblee proved otherwise in Ishbal. She slid deeper into the tub and started to form bubbles with her mouth. Ishbal had been her first war and she didn't like what she saw or did. None of the other soldiers had either except the few ones who enjoyed the bloodshed. Naminé had promised herself to never allow her children into the military. Involuntarily, she placed her hand on her stomach. She sat in the water a few minutes before grabbing her towel and getting out of the tub. Naminé opened the door and left the bathroom to head to her bedroom.
She was in her silk pajamas and threw herself into the bed. Naminé sighed when she realized (like every night) how empty it was. It didn't feel that way when she used to share it with nobody else. But now it didn't seem right anymore. Reluctant at first, she reached over, pulled open the drawer of her night stand and took out Kimblee's pocket watch. The one she was supposed to give back to him when he came back from Lior. She felt like chucking it across the room more than ever but opened it. He had a picture of them inside, the one she gave to him to keep. Naminé bit her bottom lip before burying her face into the pillow. She needed a cry. The woman was about to when the bedroom door creaked opened . . . and closed.
"I told you I'd see you later, didn't I?"
Naminé forced herself to roll over to see where he was. There were no footsteps to be heard to get an idea of the distance. She saw him right beside the bed staring at her. Without thinking it wouldn't work, she took the pillow and hit him with it several times. She gave up and tossed it at the homunculus. "Why don't you leave me alone? I have nothing to do with you! I didn't even create you!"
"What difference does it make? Weren't you the one who said 'if you love somebody, you should try everything to make that person happy'?" He sat on the bed, expecting an answer from her or some attack. When she didn't give either, he crawled nearer to her. "Well? Isn't it true?"
Naminé looked away. "I rather not say anything." Suddenly, she felt arms wrapped around her in the same way Kimblee used to when she was upset.
"Naminé, I want to make you happy."
She was almost afraid to ask but she managed to say, "How can you?"
His embrace slightly tightened. "Naminé . . . let's spend the night together."
A/N: I hope it was good. To me, it wasn't my best. Sorry if the random flashbacks are annoying or seem out of place. But they'll probably be that way for a while. Sorry if any of the characters are OOC. Besides it's the only way to involve the real Kimblee. Anyway, thanks to kimimaros-angel, IceChick495, Simply Crisis, and Darkfire75 for their reviews. I'm glad you said the last chapter was good. Till later.