Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Crazy ❯ Chapter 2: Is everybody going crazy? No seriously, are they? ( Chapter 2 )

Hey yaz!!! Sup? Well, I noticed a few mistakies!! Ha ha. Well, when I went to go read it on the net, I noticed my little star thingies ((Which are on the 8 key, ya know? Ha ha…)) weren't even there!!! I was like, XD!! Then I started screaming things. Bad things. Then Spongebob popped outta nowhere and started singing the FUN song. Boy was that a jolly-dumbassing-time! Yeah… I'm having thinking troubles, and my family is kinda pissing me off… Sorry bout this ramble. Oi, and sorry for updating so late. Stoopid internet (yes I know how stupid is spelled, sheesh) wouldn't work so GOMEN and PLEASE DON'T HUNT ME DOWN!

 

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Mac: Ray, a slash looks like this! / Not S-L-A-S-H!!! GAWD! ((Cuz the little slash blah slash thing I was doing, yeah, that torked my friend off…))

Ray: Maccy, calm down. Only you care! ^^;;

Mac: Grr -_-+ Me and every other spelling-impaired literature nut!

Sasuke: That's just you, dunce.

Mac: O_O………… :'(

Kurama: …

Ray: You're dot dot dotting again!!!

Kurama: O.O;;

 

Onto the Craziness once again! XD

 

 

Chapter 2: Is everybody going crazy? No, seriously, are they?

 

 

As Maes and I stood there in the hallway, people passing by would look at us funny for a second, then not care. As I mustered myself together, I thought to myself, `Why do I torture myself? I know everyone's just joking around and what not.'

 

“Well, I suppose I should go write my report for today.” I told Maes. “I don't want Roy yelling at me for not having my work done.” I somewhat chuckled and wiped a tear from my eye. Maes smiled at me, wiping the tear coming from my other eye.

 

“Well you better go then, shouldn't you?” He patted me on the shoulder, and lightly pushed me toward the office. I looked back at him, waved him goodbye, and walked off. I tried to open the door.

 

“Locked…” I said to no one in particular. I pulled out a somewhat large rock. (Oh! If I didn't mention this….. I'm the Sew-Life Alchemist! Just kidding…. I was sewing at the time and my friend called me the Sew-Life Alchemist instead of my little Red Water Alchemist name. Long story of that, but this girlie, ((who I was doing in my perspective, lol)) is the Red Water Alchemist. See, she is an alchemist that can technically transmute anything. Why you ask? Because some freak accident happened while her mommy was preg-ah-nant. What happened was that mommy-kins fell into little-mini lake/pool while she was preg-ah-nant with Raeka-chan here. Raeka has the evil ((lol)) Red Water in her blood. When born, there were mini basic transmutation circles in/on her fingers, palms, and certain parts of her arms. Although you cannot see them, she hits them in a combination which helps her alchemy/transmuting or whatever you would like to call it. The Red Water has not affected her, except once for promotion she had to take her own blood and figure out how to crystallize it into a stone. After she was promoted, she was never asked to do it again. I guess this would've helped earlier in story, no? Well. Onto rest! XD) I then hit my middle finger, then my pointer finger to my palm on my right hand while I held the rock in my left. I then just lightly touched the rock and it transmuted into a key (snazzy, no?). Before I unlocked the door, but with the key in the keyhole, I heard scratches, and paper rustling.

 

“Damn…” I heard someone say quietly on the other side of the door. I heard more rustling of paper. I unlocked it, opening the door, and revealing Roy doing both of our paperwork in my desk. We stared at each other for a while. I moved forward to the side of my desk, leaning on it and speaking to Roy.

 

“You do know,” I said, “you're sitting in MY desk Colonel.” I eyed him.

 

“Yes,” he responded, but continued, “but I'm doing OUR paperwork, Major.” He looked back at me, looking at me with a glare with a hint of smirk, yet no smirk on his face. I sat in the desk in front of mine, deciding that he wasn't going to move. A sheet of paper was thrown at me. “Get started on your report, Major Kakanshi.” I glared at him and got started. I didn't really have the time to start another argument and have time to get out of here around 7, especially when I wanted to get off around 5 or 5:30.

 

I finished my report before he was done with the papers. I got up and laid it down on his desk, then stretched. I yawned, stretched again, and started tapping my foot lightly. I was still facing the other way when Roy spoke.

 

“Are you still up to that walk?” He asked me. I stopped tapping my foot, and stayed turned around. If I was facing the other way, I would have seen the pleading in his eyes. But why was he pleading so much? Why wasn't he acting like that big-prick-of an ass as usual? ((My mommy was watching FMA with me the other day, which is unusual, and she called Roy a prick. I paused the DVD, pointed, and laughed at Roy yelling “HAHA! My momma called you a prick you stupid ass, HAHA!” Then my mom yelled at me for swearing. Gee ma, where did your 14 year old daughter learn to swear? Probably from the stupid fights you have with your husband….))

 

“I don't know…” I paused, waiting for anything. I started to speak again, “Well, since I have to walk home anyways, I suppose so.” I was still turned around. I didn't see the sadness go to happiness.

 

We left not too long after Roy finished the paperwork. As we were walking along toward my apartment, I could feel his uneasiness in the air. I figured it was after I yelled at him earlier. I did feel bad, but I shrugged the feeling off.

 

“Look, Raeka, I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions…” Roy said, trying to break some of the uneasiness. ((Wow, so, OOC for Roy…. Ah, what the hell?))

 

“Don't worry about it…” I can't really keep a grudge against someone I care about. Wait… What?! I actually care about this ass? Goodness gracious me… We really didn't talk the rest of the walk. We arrived at my apartment, for some reason, we were both filled with uneasiness.

 

I asked him, “Would you like to come in and warm yourself for a little bit?” ((sorry if that's wrong, I'm totally out of it XD)) I wanted to make him feel comfortable around me, especially after yelling at him.

 

“Sure, I suppose I could do that…” Roy answered and walked in. I started to make coffee, since I knew that was like the only thing I ever saw him drink. That, and beer, but I didn't have beer…. Well, besides that, water, but you don't heat that and serve it to people for God's sake! Roy sat down on the couch and got comfortable. As I was waiting for the coffee, I took my jacket and my boots off, and then carried my boots to the front door. I threw my jacket on to the recliner and sat down on my loveseat ((that's what it's called…..THE THING THAT IS LIKE A FREAKING COUCH! Binger: Streaking! *runs into the side of her couch and falls on it… Ray: Retard *shakes head*)) I sighed, and leaned my head back.

 

“Tired?” Roy asked with a small smile. I lifted my head up, smiled at him and replied.

 

“Yeah… I'm not really full of energy today…”

 

I noticed the sound of squeaking rubber when I laid my head back and closed my eyes. I looked at Roy, and he was having a hard time getting his boots off.

 

“It's called a zipper Colonel.” I laughed at him.

 

“The zipper is caught Major.” He put emphasis on Major. ((As seen in italics type thing))

 

“Dork…” I called him, and got on the floor to examine his `zipper problem'.

 

“That's low! That's what you call someone when you're in the fourth grade Raeka!” He accused me… I chuckled as I examined his zipper on his boot. I tried to pull it down, having to use force because the little bugger was stuck. Roy kinda used me to stay in his position so he wouldn't fall on top of me.

 

“It's stuck…” I said quietly to no one in particular, sitting cross-legged and examining the zipper even more.

 

“No dur it's stuck Raeka!” Roy started yelling at me. I didn't look at him, yet got almost face to rubber (lol w/e) with his boot and made a combination with my fingers and palm and touched the zipper. There was a red glow, some smoking, and then the zipper looked normal. I pulled on it and it zipped down with ease. I sat on my legs, changing positions (you get what I mean by sitting on my legs right? Right. Good…) looked up at Roy and smiled.

 

“Here, I'll be right back.” I got up and told him. “Would you like anything with your coffee?” Roy was starting to take his boots off. He didn't look up. He just said “No thank you” and nodded. I went into the kitchen, got two cups and poured the coffee. I put a lot of creamer in mine, stirred it, then went out to the living room and handed Roy his cup. He took the cup and took a few sips. As I sat down, I noticed the look on Roy's face. I set my coffee cup down on the small coffee table beside the loveseat of which I was sitting in. ((Lol, coffee….. it's everywhere, JUST LIKE THOSE DAMN FREAKY COWS!)) I got on my hands and knees like I did just a few minutes before when I was fixing Roy's zipper. I had a pleading look on my face looking up at him. My expression asked if he was okay. Roy looked back me with a shocked expression.

 

“Roy?” I asked when he cupped my cheek and lifted my face. He had set his cup down, looked straight into my eyes, and with his other hand, he started to caress my hair. ((Run on? Ha ha…))

 

“Rae…” He spoke softly, and then started to lean down in toward my face. Before I knew it, our lips were touching. But I didn't care. I closed my eyes, and then pulled him down onto me. We entwined our fingers into each other's hair. He pulled away, on top of me still, and cupped my cheek again. He leaned back down, his lips close to my ear and he spoke ever so softly, yet loud enough I could hear him. He then asked me a question. “Would you believe me if I said I love you?” After he asked, he got in front of my face, waiting for an answer. I grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled him down for another kiss. The kiss was sweet and passionate. Roy had started sucking on my lower lip. ((Man, I can't find a place to stick in the song parts…. Hahahahaha! Too bad I can't draw worth crap, or else I'd draw something from this scene. I'd love to have a picture of this ;___;)) I opened my mouth and he started to explore with his tongue. ((Shut up, this is weird for me, typing this kind of thing, as much as I read these things and makes my own fanfics in my head; I've never typed it…. Work with me please.)) We parted, gasping for a breath.

 

“I'd say I'd believe you.” I answered his question. I stared into his dark eyes. We were still on the floor. Roy started taking his jacket off. When he got it off, he threw it to the side, got up, picked me up, and set me on the couch. He got on top of me and started nibbling on my earlobe. I started giggling when he started to lick the edge.

“Ha ha! That, ha, tickles Roy! Hee hee ha ha ha…” I tried to push him away so he'd stop. He did, looked down at me, and said something unusual for even him to say.

 

“If your earlobe's ticklish, where else are you ticklish?” He grinned an evil grin. I gasped. Wide-eyed, oops, wide-eyed, now he knows I'm ticklish else where. He started to pull my shirt that is tucked into my pants out. I started to protest, but he was able to pull it out, he then gave me a raspberry. I started laughing so hard. I started waving my arms around. I then hit contact with something. It was Roy's face.

 

“Omigosh! I'm sooooooo sorry Roy!” I cupped his face gently in my hands, careful not to hurt him. “Oh, I'm so sorry!” I pulled his face carefully to mine. I started caressing his cheek that I slapped.

 

“I'm okay. I love you…” Roy laid his head down against my *cough* (What? I had to cough…) breast, snuggling close to me. I let him get comfortable, while trying to get comfortable myself. I guess he's staying the night. But I realized something. Something terrible. Something horrifying…

 

“Roy…” *insert dramatic pause*

“Hmmm?”

“I have to turn off the lights.”

“Dammit to hell.” He said and rolled off of me. He got up, turned the lights off and grabbed a blanket that was in the basket beside the couch. He then got back on top of me, but making sure that he wouldn't hurt me, he covered the both of us in the blanket. We both shortly fell into a long sleep. Only I dreamed.

 

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…

 

 

The sound of birds chirping and sunlight woke me up. I also noticed the warmth I had last night was gone. I shot up, and looked around for Roy. His jacket and boots were gone. I sighed to myself. I stretched and yawned, still tired. I looked at my clock and it was 9:30 in the morning. I thought to myself that it was nice to have weekends.

 

“I guess since he's gone, I'll just get up anyways.” I quietly said to myself. Wanting to take a shower, I made sure he wasn't here, and went in the bathroom and got undressed, and locked the door. I turned the water on, some what hot, yet not too hot. I laid the mat on the floor so I wouldn't get the floor wet when I got out. While waiting for the water to heat up, I decided to brush my teeth. After brushing, I finally got in the shower. I thought I heard a creak from outside of the bathroom but shrugged it off.

 

I got out and dried off. I unlocked the door and stepped out wearing a towel, and using a second to dry my hair. I stood there for awhile staring at my wall. I then started turning left toward my room….

 

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!” I screamed loudly. I almost lost the towel around my body, but I was able to keep it from falling. Roy was standing in front of me a few feet away, giving me a confused look. “Roy! What the hell are you doing here?!?!” I yelled at him. I was blushing like mad.

 

“Well, I'm sorry. I thought I was allowed to run home, get a change of clothes, and come back.” He gave me a `Duh' look. I looked at him, still blushing like mad, shaking my head, and still trying to keep the damn towel up.

 

“I didn't mean it that way!” I defended myself. I trying to make him realize that I meant it a different way. Roy stepped closer to me, putting his finger underneath my chin, lifted it, and cupped my cheek with his other hand.

 

“It's okay. I know you didn't mean it that way.” He started to lean his face in. I started to lean my face up, going in for a kiss. But instead, I backed away, said sorry, and ran into my room and changed into clothes.

 

I came out hair tidied, a dark blue sweatshirt on, and with black jeans. I smiled at him when I saw he had made himself comfortable in the loveseat. I looked him over. He was wearing a semi-loose white shirt and black slacks. I went over to him, sat beside him, and started playing with his hair.

 

“Would you like anything for breakfast?” I asked him while still playing with his hair. He grabbed my wrists lightly and pulled them to him. He also pulled me closer to him. He gave me a slight peck on the lips, then tasting them by licking my lower one. I closed my eyes, opening my mouth ever so slightly, and he slipped his tongue in. He pulled away slowly, and looked into my eyes.

 

“I'd love something.” He said, now playing with my hair. I giggled. I realized I was acting like this school girl who had the crush on the popular slash jock guy. This feeling was so unlike what I was used to around the colonel. It was so unlike him. I got up and went into the kitchen still smiling.

 

`I could get used to this…' I thought while I started to make coffee and toast. `What is it really like,' I wondered in my head, `to really have someone to care for me like this?' I stood with my back against the counter waiting for at least the toast to finish. Roy came into the kitchen, comes right in front of me, puts his hands on either side of me on the counter, and gets close to me looking straight into my eyes. ((Jeez, déjà vu!))

 

“I don't think I can really wait for breakfast.” Roy smirked. He got in closer, almost brushing his lips against mine. ((Can I go to randomness? Yes? Thank you….Mac: Look I can smirk too! *Tries to smirk. But fails* Mustang, Smirk!

Roy: *Does one of those smirks and fan girls faint.* XD lmao)) As I stood there with Roy in front of me, me trying to back up which I couldn't. The toast pinged and popped up and I screamed. I also jumped and hit my head on the cabinet.

 

“Ow…….” I groaned in pain while holding my head. Roy pulled me into a hug and mumbled a sorry while putting his face into my hair. He kissed the top of my head as if to rid it of pain.

 

We did end up just sitting at the table and ate breakfast. Not very much talking went on. But we did look at each other and smile.

 

Is everybody going crazy?
Is everybody going crazy?

 

 

 

After Roy left because he said he had some things to attend to, I decided to tidy the apartment a little bit. Something I rarely do if it's already clean. I hummed to myself and thought of what's happened.

 

`Why do I feel this way?' I thought to myself, wondering why I was acting this way. I kept humming to myself, still cleaning. Still daydreaming how weird it is now. I just shrugged it off. I cleaned even when it was Mr. Clean sparkly sparkle clean.

 

 

 

*Chapter 2: End!*

 

Ray: Goodness gracious, I'm sooooo sorry it's shorter than I intended!! GOMEN! Please forgive me. I hit the writer's block of doom. Stupid doldrums that I am in and stupid back spasm which is killing me. Please forgive me! Hopefully I can get more….

 

I just want the double comments (hopefully). That might get me motivated. Sorry guys.

 

Please let me know what you think! Arigatou!