Notice: I am doing with a bunch of my unsorted oneshots what I did with my Unfortunate Antics Ensue series. I am organizing them and putting them in one convenient location. Enjoy!

Okay, happy happy fun time with TheXGrayXLady. This is a bit of an offshoot of my character theme songs bit. I got a suggestion to use Lucky by Colbie Callait and Jason Mraz for Raimundo and Kimiko. Unfortunately, I'm not writing for pairings for that fic and I really wanted to write this. Unfortunately, I wrote most of it at midnight so it kind of sucks. Anywho, it's about three in the morning here and I want to get to sleep so I'm going to wrap this up quick. It's nice to do something nice for Raimundo for once.

Lucky

"Come on man. Snap out of it," he said, fishing his soccer ball out of the pond for what must have been the tenth time this hour. He didn't get it. He was off today. Really off. He had no idea why either. He would start juggling the ball, occasionally getting a good rhythm going too, when he would either kick it too hard, not hard enough, or just miss it entirely and it would wind up in the pond. Or the thorn bushes. He preferred the pond.

He started juggling the ball again, bouncing it easily from one foot to the other. He found himself unable to concentrate on the ball though. No matter what happened he found himself watching her. She was sitting under one of the maple trees with the morning's paper's sudoku and a pen. A few strands of her hair escaped her ponytail and fell in front of her face. He just barely stopped short of summoning a wind to brush them behind her ear.

Why is she so fascinating all of a sudden? he thought, catching the ball and holding it under his arm. Sure he liked her, she was his best friend, but he didn't like her like her. They'd done things together that he wouldn't dream of doing with another girl. Like that whole thing with the buckets of pond scum on the doors. Master Vic still hadn't forgiven them for that. She was a girl, she was his friend, but she would most definitely not be his girlfriend.

Besides, they argued way too often for him to like her that way. Just the other day they'd gotten into an argument about obscure historical trivia. He'd lost that one. How was he supposed to know that Alexander the Great had nine toes on one foot and eleven on the other? He liked the arguing though. It was weird, but at the same time reassuring that they could be going at it one moment, but the next they'd be laughing like they'd never fought.

She almost always supported him in battle, but had no issues with telling him when one of his plans was just plain stupid. She could be a bit short tempered about it, but he'd learned to deal with that. Either way, it was nice to know that she was looking out for him.

He glanced back over at her, she was staring off into space somewhere in his general area. She couldn't be looking at him. That wasn't what was happening. She was just spacing out. Although Kimiko didn't really space out. She was always aware of her surroundings. There was always a first time for everything though. He hastily looked away and back to his soccer ball before she noticed him looking.

No. He most assuredly did not like Kimiko. He did not like those pretty blue eyes, stubborn pride, clever strategies, and how easy she was to talk to. Actually, now that he thought about it, he might have had a thing for his best friend. Now that he really thought about it, he hadn't realized that he was walking towards her side of the pond.

Before he could think about it, he sat down next to her, pulled the pencil out from behind her ear, glanced down at her paper, and stuck the end of the pencil in his mouth as he thought.

"Rai, that's annoying and disgusting," she said, pulling another pencil out of her purse, almost as if she expected this. He cocked his eyebrow and twitched the pencil in his mouth.

"And you love it too," he said. Only it came out more like "Ab du buf id shoe." Humor, his first line of defense.

"I helped you with that thing with the pond scum. It doesn't mean that I approve of whatever you've done with Master Id's shoes," she said, rolling her eyes and holding back a laugh.

"I didn't do anything with Master Id's shoes," he said, removing the pencil from his mouth and filling in a box with a five. "This time."

"You should probably tell him that. He's looking for them," she said, erasing the five and replacing it with the correct seven. He hadn't touched the monk's shoes in months. Shoe jokes were lowbrow comedy at best.

"I am offended by even the implication that I would do something with people's shoes. I mean really. Who do they think I am? Jack?" he said, mock angry. He gave her his best "I am so innocent I practically ooze non-guilt" look as he erased a nine and wrote in a four.

"No," she said. She paused here for a moment, almost as if she was thinking about what she was going to say. She blushed a bit before saying, "You're much funnier than Jack."

He felt his breath catch slightly in his throat, maybe she did feel the same way. "And you're a brilliant girl I'm lucky to have," he said, without really thinking about it. She blushed an even deeper shade of red and smiled slightly. He smiled too and put an arm around her shoulder.

"Rai," she said. "You want to see a movie next weekend? Revenge of the Toaster Oven is playing."

"Just when we thought it was safe to make a pizza bagel," he said, levitating a cherry blossom down from the tree and using it to pin those stray bits of hair behind her ear. He didn't care if she was just acting like the world's best friend or a girl who reciprocated his crush. He just knew that he was in love.

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"Pull it together," she said, glowering at the paper. This was supposedly a medium level difficulty Sudoku and yet she was fumbling over it like it was one of the insane ones. Every time she thought she knew a number, something would come up to prove her wrong. She couldn't figure it out either. She was normally good at this. But that splashing and scrambling on the other side of the pond kept distracting her.

No. That wasn't it. Normally she could concentrate with Rai being Rai in all his noisy, energetic, just plain random Rainess. It was easily her favorite part of her friend. Raimundo's sense of humor could always make her laugh.

She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. He was bouncing his soccer ball from one foot to the other only to have it wind up in the pond once again. As he retrieved it, that determined look she normally only saw when he was dealing with a particularly brutal fight against evil. One of those moments where he looked like he was never going to make another stupid pun again.

She shook her head and returned to her puzzle. Sure, he was her friend, but that didn't mean she liked him. She'd made him go to the spa with her and get their nails done. He'd chosen an unfortunate shade of sparkly crimson that the two of them dubbed "crack whore red." He'd had way too much fun with his crack whore persona that day.

The two of them spent way too much time arguing about pointless things anyway. And she was so right about the African swallow. It was fun, but sometimes it went a bit too far. Their arguments ended far too often in a virus sent straight to her PDA. Not that they weren't more interestingly difficult to remove than annoying. It was really more a friendly rivalry than anything else.

He always made her laugh, but had no issues with telling her that she was overreacting or flipping out. He wasn't always polite about it either. It wasn't easy to hear her flaws laid out the way he sometimes did, but she appreciated how he could get her to cool off.

She shook her head again. She didn't like his so bad they're good jokes, his jade green eyes, or his occasional smart moments. She was definitely just friends with Raimundo. But when she considered those factors, yes, it made logical sense that she might just like her best friend. Even most of her arguments against liking him were more like arguments for liking him.

She felt the pencil behind her ear move and she turned around just in time to see him making the worst impression of a one tusked walrus she'd ever seen. "Rai, that's annoying and disgusting." It was kind of funny though. Besides, she'd brought spares. He pulled a face that made him look like a bad walrus impersonator in pain.

"Ab du buf Id shoe," he said, not without a touch of pride. She didn't want to know what he'd done with Master Id's shoes. He hadn't worked with shoes for months, but she hadn't quite gotten over the shock of having her favorite pair of flats dropped into the fountain.

"I helped you with that thing with the pond scum. It doesn't mean that I approve of whatever you've done with Master Id's shoes," she said. The bit with the pond scum was actually kind of funny. Messing with shoes was serious business though.

"I didn't do anything with Master Id's shoes," he said, removing the pencil from his mouth and writing in a five where a seven clearly should have been. "This time."

"You should probably tell him that. He's been looking for them." He had, and now that she was reasonably sure that Rai hadn't done anything with them, she really didn't want to know why Jack was in the senior monk's quarters during his last raid.

"I am offended by even the implication that I would do something with people's shoes. I mean really. Who do they think I am? Jack?" he said in the over the top, hammy way that only Rai could. Then he put on that annoying "I am as innocent as a three day old puppy and you'd better believe it because I totally did not put itching powder in your socks" look and changed a nine to a four. How'd she missed that one?

"No." Was it just her, or did he seem nervous? Before she could think about it, she said, "you're much funnier than Jack." She knew what she really meant to say. "You're funny and I think I might like you."

"And you're a brilliant girl that I'm lucky to have," he said, he sounded rushed and flustered. He pulled that adorable "nervous running his hand through his hair" gesture. She smiled. He said he was lucky to have her. He probably just meant as a friend, but a girl could hope couldn't she? That line of reasoning was slightly weakened when he draped his arm across her shoulders.

"Rai," she said, knowing he'd say yes regardless of the reasons. "You want to see a movie next weekend? Revenge of the Toaster Oven is playing." She laid her head on his shoulder and waited for his answer.

"Just when we thought it was safe to make a pizza bagel," he said, levitating a cherry blossom down from the tree gently putting it behind her ear. She wasn't sure if he was either the greatest best friend ever or the world's best potential boyfriend, but either way, she was in love.

It's three in the morning here and I want to sleep, I'm rather fond of sleep, so I'm going to wrap this up quickly. I'm sorry if it's crappy and repetitive. There are flamethrowers available for free when you press the review button.