Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Crazy ❯ Chapter 1: Enter the craziness (or something like that i guess...) ( Chapter 1 )

Ok, this is MY fanfic. I originally just typed it because of boredom, then my friend read it. She liked it, even though the stuff she writes is was better! Anyways, this is an OC fic, sorry! Please read and let me know what you think!

 

Crazy

 

 

Chapter 1: Enter the Sad Craziness!

 

`Why did I have to agree to this?' I thought, pacing back and forth, waiting outside the café of where WE were supposed to meet. “I can't believe I actually said I would come here! I mean, HE isn't even here yet!” I spoke aloud, fuming. I was so angry, I didn't even notice HIM come up to me while I was speaking, fuming, and clenching my fists.

 

“Sorry I'm late. Got off late…” He spoke to me; I looked at him, with a surprised look. I was shocked! I really thought he abandoned me!

 

“Roy!” I fake laughed. “You're here!” I said with my fake smile.

 

“Of course I'm here. Why wouldn't I be?” He looked at me with a questioning look.

 

`Oh, Roy Mustang,' I thought, `because most of the time you're at the bar getting drunk, hanging your arms around bimbos, that's why.' Of course I dare not say that to my superior officer.

 

“Well?”

 

“Well, I thought you might've forgotten, since I had a day-off today, and would not be able to remind you at work.” I said as he led me through the entrance of the café.

 

“I wouldn't have forgotten.” As he spoke, we sat down at a booth, and he grabbed my hand, which caused me to look at him, his eyes caught mine. “Trust me.”

 

I pulled my hand away from his and set in my lap as the waitress came by to give us our menus. As she set them down, she eyed Roy. More like looked him over and drooled. He almost did the same. In his perspective, she was young, slim, and pretty. As in my perspective, sure she was young, and slim, but the pretty? Hell no! She had way too much make-up on, and she looked as though she wanted some handsome guy to screw her. That handsome guy AKA Roy.

 

“Just let me know when you're ready to order.” She told Roy, giggling and smiling, and then she winked at him.

 

It didn't faze me all that much. She just bugged me. I looked down into my menu, pretending I was looking for something. I already knew what I wanted; I just didn't want to talk to Roy at the current moment. For some reason, even though we've gotten accustomed to each other's presence from having to work together at work, it still felt uncomfortable for me to have to face him. Then a voice startled me out of my thoughts.

 

“Know what you want yet?” He was still looking at his menu when he said this. He must not really want to make eye contact with me at the current moment. I have my reason, but what's up with him? I dunno, guys are just really weird sometimes.

 

“Yeah, I guess.” Roy called the sluttish-bimbo over. She took our orders, Roy's first of course, but oh well. He had ordered black coffee. `Does it really take you that long to decide on black coffee?!?' I ordered a piece of tiramisu and a Chai tea. As she was taking our menus away, and started walking away, I made eye contact with Roy.

 

“Is something wrong?” He asked, looking at me with a quizzical look.

 

“What was the real reason of you asking me here?”

 

“You're kidding right? It's a date. Didn't I make that clear when I asked you?” He chuckled. He thought this was funny! What seems so hilarious?

 

“Well, for your information Mister-know-it-all, it really doesn't feel that way.”

 

“Oh? How so? Would you like it to feel a different way?” He threw one of his sexy smirks at me. Then rubbing his leg against mine, him trying to make it feel sexy or sensual or whatever! I don't know what goes on inside that big dumb brain of his.

 

“I'd rather not…” I slightly kicked his leg so he'd stop the rubbing, and I put my head in my hands, and looked out the window. The sun was starting to set and it looked beautiful. Something I hadn't realized for a long time. I gazed at it and my heart kind of sunk. I felt sadness. I didn't know why. It was so unlike me nowadays. Memories, happy and sad came back. They made me smile. A tear dared to spill, yet I held it back, not wanting the man who was sitting across from me to see.

 

Our orders had arrived when I was still looking at the sunset. I had let my stuff sit there for a while, not touching it, still staring. Roy had noticed this.

 

“Hey, you okay?” He actually sounded like he cared! It was so unlike him. I turned my head toward him and nodded. I picked up my cup and started to drink. I went back to staring at the sun, slowly starting to eat my dessert.

 

“So… Is there anything you would like to talk about Roy?” He looked at me. Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at him too. He chuckled.

 

“Yes, I would like to talk about something. That something would be about you. About how beautiful you are. How I enjoy you being my partner. Also…” He says, taking the fork out of my hand. “How I would like a bite of your tiramisu.” I chuckled as he took a bite of it, then returning the fork to my hand and said, “How's that for a conversation?”

 

“Perfect Miseur Mustang.” Of course I was joking, yet somewhat serious at the same time. We finished, Roy paid the bill (oh my goodness! DUN DUN DUN!) We started walking home, our hands in our pockets, one looking up at the sky, one looking down at one's feet. We walked for 5 minutes in silence. Not glancing at each other or anything, but enjoying the quiet and the company of the person, to just have that secure feeling with that person, it felt like it was meant to be. Well, in some way or another. The memories came back when Roy stuck his hand in my pocket, pulled out my hand, and held it. The reassurance was there.

 

The memories of which rushed back to me, were of when my friends and I were in our band. How we were struggling to make it. How I wanted to become an actress. Then a song started playing in my head, which I remember so well….

 

 

Tell me what's wrong with society.

Everywhere I look I see,

Young girls dieing to be on TV.

Won't stop till they reach their dreams,

With diet pills, surgery,

Just Photoshop pictures in magazines,

And telling them how they should be.

It doesn't make sense to me…

 

 

“Are you listening Rae?” Roy asks me, we stopped somewhere on the sidewalk, my apartment is not near here, we still have a ways to go.

 

“I'm sorry. What were you saying?” I give a small smile showing that I'm sorry.

 

“I said, would you like to chat tomorrow? Again, like we did tonight.”

 

“How so, Roy? You mean staring at the waitress again like a wolf?”

 

“No! Of course not like that!” He said with an innocent look. “I meant, just like walk and talk?” I looked at him, whether to believe him or not. I decided to take the chance. What could it hurt?

 

“Sure, whatever. How about after work tomorrow?” He smiles at me and nods, I smile back, and to give that reassurance a notice that it's still there. After our little `moment', we started walking again.

 

We arrived in front of my apartment around 7:20 pm after being at the café since 6:10 pm, or at least I was. Before I went to my door to open it, Roy pulled me to his chest, and he hugged me, then a slight peck on the cheek. He bid me goodnight, then I him. I opened the door and went in after waving to him. He left to his apartment, 2 blocks away. I went to my bed got in between the sheets, and went to sleep after changing in to my nightwear of which is a shirt and pajama pants. I dreamt of the past, of which was a long, and tiring dream.

 

 

Is everybody going crazy?

Is anybody gonna save me?

Can anybody tell me what's going on?

Tell me what's going on,

If you open your eyes,

You'll see that something is wrong.

 

 

 

 

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP! BEEP!

 

“SHUT UP YOU STUPID THING!” I screamed at my alarm clock, while throwing it at a wall and smashing it into little bits. I just so happened to see the time before it crashed. It was 7:30am! And I had to be to work by 8. My damn alarm clock had been going off for 30 minutes. Unbelievable!! I decided to skip my shower and brush my hair, it smelled fine. I got ready for work in less than 5 minutes which was amazing. I didn't have a car.

 

“SHIT!” I screamed. “I'M SO FUCKING LATE!” I ran out the door, locking it in the process, had nothing to eat while running like lightning to get to work.

 

I finally arrived in Roy's office, one minute to 8 o'clock. New record time! I was a mess. Hair messy, uniform wrinkled, panting like I hadn't had a breath of air for a while. Everyone in the office stared. They stared like I was a crazy man. Just like a crazy man running away from the police. I went and sat down at my own desk, straightening myself out.

 

“A little out of order today, Major Kakanshi?” Ooh that Roy! Mocking me…

 

“No, Colonel, sir. Difficulties would work though…” I stand up and salute the Colonel while speaking. His smirk indicates his cockiness of the day. The nerve of him! Yesterday acting all nice and such! Now today, he's acting like and ass. Grr!! He walks toward his desk; I'm still standing, with both of my arms to the sides, mentally preparing myself for any verbal attacks. There are none. I sit down, hoping I can do anything besides paperwork today, hopefully.

 

“Major, you are to ask the parents of Karika Tsume about the night she was killed.” He lays the file on my desk. I open it, eager to see what might lie ahead. “She was 12 years old. A young child, she was. Look for any clues that lead to her death. All known information is in that file. You are dismissed.”

 

“Yes sir.” I stand up and salute. I then pick up the file, and head out, toward the Tsume's.

 

 

 

I arrived to the home at 9:05 am. Mr. and Mrs. Tsume invited me in. As we sat in the living room, getting comfortable with each other, I pull out a small notebook I use for taking notes. I start asking questions, just about their daughter in general. They answer without any objections. Yet, it seems I can feel the aura of lies. I noticed Mrs. Tsume's hands were trembling. From what though? Was it sadness, anger, or fear? I couldn't tell, but I went on to the questions about the death.

 

“W-well,” Mrs. Tsume stuttered, “it was around 8:30 at night here, and Karika and I were the only ones home. Her father went out to the bar around 7:00, and I didn't expect him home till 9:00. I-I then heard a scream coming from her r-room. I ran upstairs to see what was w-wrong, b-but when I got there. M-my daughter was dead!” She started sobbing.

 

As soon as she calmed down, I asked another question….

 

“How did the murderer get into the house?”

 

“H-he got in through the w-window upstairs, in K-Karika's room.”

 

And there it was. There was the lie! The inspection group's notes were in my folder. They tested the window for fingerprints. There were none. The window was locked when they got there. They unlocked it from the inside, and on the out, they had to get a ladder, a tall ladder I might add to reach that window. They tried opening it from the outside, no luck. They had to call in Major Armstrong to open it. He couldn't open it even. So then, I started accusing.

 

“But how could they get in? The window was locked, they didn't break any glass, and one of our strongest men couldn't open it. So how was it possible? There were no fingerprints or any signs that gloves were used.” I stared at her. She had a shocked look on her face. I had known right then, I was one step closer to getting this case solved, even though this is more of Major Hughes's job…. Oh well. Goody goody, promotion for me!

 

“B-but….” Mrs. Tsume started to say, but I cut her off.

 

“So Mrs. Tsume, there was no strange murderer. Who really killed your daughter?” I smirked. I had this in the bag.

 

“Uh-uh, n-nuh, I uh.” She was stuttering, trying to find an excuse. I stood up.

 

“Mrs. Mai Tsume,” I said, “you're under arrest for murdering your daughter, Karika Tsume.” I hand cuffed her. At first, she really didn't have an objection, then, she started to struggle. Mr. Tsume held on to his wife's shoulders, to keep her under control. I picked up their phone and dialed headquarters. I told them about what happened, and they said they were going to send someone over to help me take her away. As I waited, I stood and thought, why would this woman kill her child? Might as well be found out in court…

 

I guess things are not how they used to be,

There's no more normal families.

Parents act like enemies,

Making kids feel like it's World War III

No one cares, no one's there,

I guess we're all just too damn busy,

And money's our first priority.

It doesn't make sense to me…

 

The car finally arrived after 15 minutes. It was 1st Lieutenant Havoc. He just happened to be another person I just so happen to work with. Better that Roy at least, which is nice. After he helped me haul her into the back of the car, and started to talk, I just kind of needed it.

 

“You know what?” I asked, “This is like police work….. I'm not a policeman slash policewoman!” I sighed, crossing my arms and put one leg over the other.

 

“Hey, it's better than nothing, Major.” He smiled at me, cigarette in the corner of his mouth, not lit yet. He knows how much I hate cigarette smoke, and how bad I'm allergic to it. In the background, you could hear the obscenities Mrs. Tsume was screaming in the background.

 

“Yeah, I guess your right…”

 

When we arrived at the police station, it took us awhile to get Mrs. Tsume out of the car. She had made a scene, lemme tell you. But after we had gotten her inside, one of the guards took her to a jail cell. I told them to let her have a trial. They were going to give her a lawyer so we could settle the rest of this in court. We left after having everything sorted out.

 

Amazing how much time went by! It was already 4:30 pm; luckily I get off at five. When I sat down at my desk, I noticed an unusually large pile of paper work on my desk. I looked through, and then I glared at Roy. In this 5 inch high paperwork was