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Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or FMA:B or any of the characters. If I did, this would be in a manga with more pictures and such and I would probably be bathing in money right now.

There's a new character in this chapter. I'll explain at the end once you meet her. She's not an original character. Once again, I'll explain.

Thank you to those lovely reviews! Enjoy your much less angsty chapter seven!

CH 7

The next day, Riza decided to take a shower. She stood up out of bed, immediately falling back down from the sharp pain in her back and head, making her dizzy. Roy immediately slipped into his wheelchair and propped her on his lap.

"Need any help?" he asked, rolling her toward the bathroom and smiling sarcastically.

"I can stand on my own, Roy. If I fall over in the bathroom and have a stroke and can't move, by all means come and help me."

He chuckled and opened the bathroom door for her. Riza stood up and shuffled inside.

"If I'm not out in ten minutes knock," she told Roy, closing the door. He heard the rushing of the shower head as it turned on, quickly followed by the light patting of water droplets coming down.

Roy rolled over to make their beds, relieved that his roommate was already beginning to feel better. He went to straighten the sheets and pull up the blankets, when he noticed something on Riza's pillow. He leaned in closer to look at it, and when he did he was filled with last night's fury.

It was ash, mixed with a fine layer of blood and some hair. Roy clenched his fists to keep from outright screaming from pure rage. "Hawkeye," he whispered menacingly to himself, "You will not get away with this. Not ever."

Roy took off the pillow cover and tossed it in the dirty laundry basket behind the beds. He heard the shower head turn off, and Riza shuffling as she got dressed and brushed her teeth.

The shower had felt amazing; Riza noticed that most, if not all, of the residue from the flames had come out of her hair, which had already begun to grow back and nearly cover all of the bald spots, which were just bald because of clumps of blood sticking the hair together. The warm water butchered her back, so she decided on a cold shower, which felt great. Once she walked out of the shower she felt much better. She put on a simple t-shirt and pair of shorts and brushed her teeth, walking out.

"Well, that felt great," she began as she noticed Roy doing something that was actually helpful. "Oh, it seems you're not feeling to bad yourself. Look at you, making the beds." She smiled and stretched, wincing as she accidentally did so over her burnt muscles . "I'm in the mood for breakfast, care to come with me?"

Roy looked at her. "And have you push me around all day?"

"Well you're big and strong. You can push yourself. Come on, I'll help you down the stairs at least."

Roy grumbled compliantly and put on some fresh clothes.

Riza grabbed the handles of the wheelchair and wheeled him out the door. When they got to the stairs she stopped.

"These are steeper than I thought," she said to herself.

Roy turned in his chair and looked at her. "Oh!" he said sarcastically. "Well we're big and strong. Why don't we think of something else like oh I don't know, the elevator?"

Riza rolled her eyes. "The elevator's broken, genius. Come one, don't be a baby. It's only like thirty stairs or something. Plus, there're breaks in between. Hold on tight."

He grumbled some more and tightened his grip on the beaten-down chair. "Fine. Don't kill me."

Riza smirked, then remembered something. "Oh! That reminds me!" She rushed back to their room. Roy looked at her, more than a little alarmed.

"Reminds you of what? Riza…" He deeply considered just rolling down the stairs himself for a moment or two. When Riza came back, Roy still had his alarmed expression clearly painted across his face. She reached into her bag and held up the handgun her grandfather had given her, double checking to see that the safety was clicked on.

"Just in case." She smiled and looked purposefully at Roy.

Roy swallowed and clutched his chair as she started popping him down the stairs.

"Ow, ow! Hey! Could you be more careful?" Roy complained.

"Oh, be quiet. We're almost down the first flight."

"Well I'd be quieter if the chair was less electric on the steps, I feel like you're executing me!"

"Be quiet, Roy."

They got down the first flight and took a few seconds of a break at the platform separating floor 2 from floor 3.

"I bet it'd be easier if I just pushed myself," Roy challenged. Riza sighed.

"You'd probably get yourself killed. Don't do it."

It was too late. Roy had already begun to wheel away from her and down the stairs.

"See?" he asked as he carefully stopped himself at the first and second steps. "It's not so baAAAAHH!"

Roy slipped trying to get to the third step, sending him barreling down the remaining ones, screaming.

"Roy!" Riza yelled, racing down the steps. Roy had gotten all the way to the platform and smacked, head first, into the concrete wall of the building. The inertia caused him to bounce back, and he stayed there, winded and groaning.

"Roy?" she said again once she reached him. "Are you alright?" Gingerly, she lifted his head. There was a large, purplish bruise forming across the top of his forehead. He opened his eyes and looked at her after catching his breath.

"I'm not dead." He smiled.

"Oh, good. You're fine." Riza rolled her eyes and grabbed the handles of the wheelchair. Roy turned sideways in his chair, claiming that he didn't want to hit his head again if Riza dropped him. "Whatever," she complied. As she made her way down the last flight of stairs, she tripped. It wouldn't have been a big deal, and nothing would have happened after she regained her footing had Roy not instinctively turned and grabbed Riza by the waist as a form of protection. She slipped again and fell onto Roy's lap about halfway down the stairs, and down they fell, on an old wheelchair, until it came to the ground and Riza fell out, cushioning Roy's fall onto the ground.

"I should have left you in the room," she groaned, pushing Roy's struggling body off of her own. "You're almost more trouble than you're worth." She rubbed where she had fallen on her back, which stung evilly as she plucked her sticking shirt from her back. She winced, catching Roy's attention as he lay sprawled on the ground.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked, worried and suddenly filled with a silent rage toward Professor Hawkeye.

Riza looked at him. "I'm fine, Roy. Worry about yourself before you worry about me." She struggled to get him back into his chair. "Let's go get some breakfast."

Roy rubbed his forehead all the way to the place Riza had chosen for breakfast. It was a small coffee shop that had a tiny food menu, mostly consisting of sandwiches and soup.

"How'd you find this?" Roy asked.

"Fuery told me about it a few weeks back when he was out getting supplies for me." She answered.

They enjoyed some coffee and ordered the cheapest sandwiches the menu offered them, chatting absently for a while as they waited. They decided to stay outside while they ate.

Riza sat down on a park bench, and Roy wheeled up next to her. They ate and drank in silence for several minutes. When Riza got up to throw her cup away, she tripped over a raised crack in the sidewalk.

Instinctively, Roy reached out for her, and caught her just as she was about to fall. He clutched her closer, and when she had regained her balance he muttered, very briefly and to himself, "I guess we're each others' legs, huh."

Riza heard this, but decided not to comment.

The time finally came when they had to go back up the stairs. It was mostly Riza complaining about Roy moving too much in the chair, with his retort being "Well, I wouldn't move around so much if I weren't worried about you tripping!" They stayed in their room and got caught up on their lessons, and then evening came.

There was a knock.

"Come in," Roy said to the door. Fuery came in. "Hey, mind if I stick around?" he smiled shyly.

"Not at all," Riza answered. She turned around to put down her Politics and Economics book, and Fuery noticed her lack of hair. He looked worriedly at Roy, who shook his head urgently, silently praying that he wouldn't ask about her hair. He got the message.

As Riza turned back around, she saw Kain share a quick glance with Roy and briefly wondered what that could possibly be about, but dismissed the thought. "So, Kain," she began. "What brings you here?"

"Oh, um… I uh, brought some food. It's just outside. I thought I'd share it with you guys since you're cooped up in here most of the time." He went back outside to get the food, and bumped into someone. Riza heard the interaction go something along the lines of:

"Oh! I'm sorry, are you alright?" Kain asked. A soft but perky female voice replied back.

"No worries, it's fine. It'll wash off, I'm sure." Riza could almost hear the smile in the girl's voice.

"It's all over your shirt… Here, my friend will let you borrow a shirt, and I'll wash that one off before it gets stained with grease or whatever's in Chinese takeout food."

They both laughed, and the girl accepted the offer and came in.

She wasn't tall, about five and a half feet or so by Riza's speculation. She had neatly combed brown hair and a friendly smile that made Riza want to smile back. Roy looked at her and thought that she was very pretty. 'Almost as beautiful as Riza,' he thought to himself.

Riza reached for one of her more comfortable shirts to offer the girl. She put it on over her soup-stained white t-shirt and slipped the stained one off from underneath, thanking Riza and keeping her shirt in her hands until Kain took it and started dabbing at the stain with tap water.

"Sorry that had to happen to you," Riza told the girl. "By the way, I'm Riza. This is Roy," she nodded toward Roy, sitting on the bed next to her. "And that's Kain, who spilled soup all over you. Sorry again."

"Oh, don't worry about it," the girl answered. "I'm Molly. Nice to meet you!" Roy gestured for her to sit down wherever she liked, and she chose the floor, next to Fuery. He blushed and continued dabbing at the shirt with more focus. Molly ruffled the shirt Riza had given her. "This is really comfortable, where'd you get it?" she wondered.

Riza shrugged. "I don't remember. Maybe my granddad gave it to me for my birthday or something. He had this thing for really weird gifts." She chuckled.

Molly raised an eyebrow, but didn't ask any follow-up questions. Instead, she saw Roy's leg propped up in front of him. "Roy, what happened to your leg? Are you okay?"

Roy glanced at Riza. "She," he pointed at her accusingly, "Wasn't paying attention. So I had to save her unseeing little ass."

"Well, it's a good thing you're my eyes, Roy." Riza said, smiling while simultaneously feeling horribly guilty. "Plus, your leg's getting better. I bet you'll be able to walk by next week or so."

"It's only like that because you made Fuery go get your medical supplies."

"Appreciate it." Riza said with finality. Molly looked at Kain. "You got them the supplies they needed? That must have been terrifying."

Kai n shrugged. "I just needed to buy things quickly. It wasn't a big deal."

"Well, I know who I'm going to if I need things to be bought."

Fuery blushed again. "It was nothing," he murmured, continuing to dab Molly's shirt.

"Hey!" Roy began changing the subject. "There's food. Let's eat!"

Fuery smiled, but then thought about something. 'Oh no. Where's Rebecca?' He checked his phone to call her, but instead saw a text message that read,

"Hi, Kain! Sorry I couldn't be there with you and Riza and that Roy guy she's dating. I've been waiting SO LONG for her to get a boyfriend and I can't even be there for it! Jean told me the wrong day. He told me to come NEXT WEEK, so that's when I booked a train. I didn't have enough money to buy a last-minute ticket out of here and I already made plans. Hopefully you'll find some other person- why not you and Jean? That's always an option. Sorry again!

-R. Catalina"

'Great.' He thought. Then he looked over at Molly. Maybe it was best Rebecca wasn't here. She WAS very pretty, after all. Fuery offered her some soup and rice out of a Styrofoam box.

"I'll be careful not to spill it," she said. Fuery laughed.

Roy still had two textbooks in his hand. He sighed, looking at the food laid out in front of him. Riza saw him and sighed.

"You're pathetic sometimes," she informed him, picking up his fork and filling it with rice before shoving it in his mouth.

"Hm," he said around his mouthful of Chinese takeout. "I'm okay with that if it means you'll feed me."

Riza smiled and shook her head, shoving more rice into his mouth. After a struggle to swallow all of it, he took a dramatic breath in. "You could have suffocated me!"

"Or you could have starved. Are you just prone to dying, Roy?" she asked.

Roy shrugged innocently, and everyone laughed.

As she laughed, Riza thought to herself, 'Guess that means I'll need to protect him a little more.'

She smiled and continued feeding him, and eventually Kain started to do the same thing to Molly. She had begun to try and clean her shirt, and he was trying to pop small bits of carrot into her mouth as she cleaned the stain off.

"These are overcooked," she mentioned as she swallowed yet another carrot bite.

"At least they're not cold. I don't think there's anything worse than a cold carrot." Fuery added. Molly nodded in agreement and grunted pleasantly around her still-full-of-carrot-mouth.

"Ugh," Roy complained, "I'm super tired. Aren't you guys?" He leaned his head on Riza's shoulder, who leaned back so they were in equilibrium. She yawned. "I am, too. That's… strange. I wonder if we ate too much?"

Kain shrugged as he yawned, too. "Maybe." He laid down on the floor, and Molly curled up next to him, asleep. "Mind if we stay the night?"

Roy was already asleep, so Riza consented. "Sure, whatever. Night, guys." She nodded off and fell asleep on top of Roy, snoring quietly.

Outside, someone was waiting and listening to see if the students were asleep yet.

Yes, so, Molly. She is an actual human being who won a promo contest I did. I'll do said promo once every week, every Wednesday from 8:00pm until 10:00pm or so on . I'll be under the tags "Royai", "fma", and "fmab". Winner gets to either help me write the upcoming week's chapter or gets to be in the chapter itself! If you have any questions, as me at my Royai blog which is .com

I'll see you next week my darlings! And perhaps on Wednesday, too!