Such Is the Life of a Slut
Chapter Five: Experimental (Shou Tucker x Frank Archer)
What have I done? Well, here you have it, more crazy pairing goodness. I really wanted to write this one, more or less because Limey gave me five suggestions and I rejected the other four in a heartbeat. Also, you can suggest who you want to see! Some characters need to come later, or in some sort of order that I've already determined, but please feel free to share your suggestions for this! Otherwise I might run out of plotholes, err, ideas.
I'm rating this one PG-13. You should be thankful I didn't write anything else out. DX
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"You mean… you'll let me continue my work?"
"You have nothing to fear. You're under the command of Frank Archer now."
Really, only someone with an ego the size of a small blimp could say something like that. Then again, Archer did have an ego the size of a small blimp. Larger, actually. The man genuinely thought that he was the best. Well, he was. And now, he was holed up in the basement of the Liore base, examining the chimeras thoughtfully. They weren't very aggressive, he noticed. In fact, they seemed rather weak and defenseless. "Tucker, are you sure these things will be able to fight?"
"They're meant for the defensive…" Tucker whispered in that usual soft voice, looking up from the silver pocket watch he had been examining.
"Hmm." Archer stepped away from the cage to stare at the chimera man. He wondered if Tucker saw everything upside down. Well, his head was on upside down. How did that happen anyway? What had he done to become like this? Archer was fascinated with the weird cases, be it medical or otherwise. This was an alchemy mishap, some of the most interesting.
The Colonel glanced over toward the door, half-expecting the Crimson Alchemist to come waltzing in. Didn't he usually arrive around this time? Hmm. He'd better not be getting in a fight with a fourteen year old boy in a suit of armor. That would be stupid. Therefore, Kimbley would do it. Ugh. "Tucker, please continue your research on the chimeras, and continue with the watches as well." In all honesty, he wasn't really sure what an alchemically enhanced State Alchemist pocket watch was supposed to do. Make the alchemy stronger? It just looked like Tucker was sticking a bunch of stones inside.
"By the way, that's Edward Elric's watch. If you want to make it detonate…"
Archer really hated the beansprout.
"Anyway, I have to go. I'll see you later." He started toward the stairs, pausing when he heard a small little cough. "Tucker?"
"Don't leave," Tucker stated in that whispery voice. "Don't go." It wasn't a request, Archer realized. That was odd, since when was Tucker so oddly bold?
"And why shouldn't I?"
"You see, I haven't had anyone to talk to in a long time…" Tucker started, almost pitifully. "There's never anyone around, no one to listen…"
Archer had a terrible sinking feeling as the man went on.
"But you listen, you give me advice, you care."
Not really, the Colonel thought.
"Stay here, let me," Tucker moved forward, pinning Archer firmly against the wall with the massive furred body, large arms ending with claw-like hands extending down south.
It was almost ironic how the tables had turned.