Hi everybody! Well, some people do and don't want a lemon. That's fine with me, how about I make two of the same chappie, one with lemon and one without. Just so you guys won't hate me. I am depressed, slapped with homework. Sorry if somehow this chapter ends up waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay short. I no feel good, and like I said before, I'm depressed…..

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Christa: Ray? Where'd you go? (Looks all over for her)

Kurama: Pssst! (Points over toward bedroom closet door which is shut)

Christa: Oh! (Opens door with Rachi sitting inside listening to Panic! At The Disco on CD player.)

Rachi/Ray: (Looks up at everybody which is only Kurama and Christa) Shit, they found me…

Christa: (Glomps Ray)

Ray: (Shoves Christa off and glomps/tackles Kurama crying on his shoulder)

Kurama: (Tries to comfort her) How about we go get some ice cream?

Ray: ICE CREAM! (Runs to leave house but runs into the door) XD

Chapter 3: Love is crazy

Later on that day after Roy had left and I cleaned my already clean apartment, and I sat around doing nothing. I was able to take a 1 hour nap, but I regretted waking up. I was happy earlier, but now I am just sad. As I tried to read or listen to the radio, everything about Roy popped into my head.

"Godammit!" I yelled after knocking over a thin glass vase. I went back into my kitchen to get a trash bag. After I started picking up the big pieces and got them into the bag, I pulled out the vacuum. I didn't see a few pieces that I hadn't picked up, and stepped on them. It wouldn't have hurt if I was wearing shoes but, I wasn't wearing any. Pain shot through my foot. I yelped. I hobbled over to the couch and looked at my foot. I used my nails to take and dig out the pieces of glass.

"Man! Today is not my day!" I screamed aloud, blood dripping from my foot onto my white/cream colored carpet, now turning a crimson red. I sat there, cringing my face in pain. I looked up at my clock that was ticking quietly on the wall, the one I had woken up to this morning. It said 4:30 PM. 'Is it that late already?' I thought in my head. As I stared at it, I became hypnotized by listening and watching the ticking. I sat there that way for a few minutes, then remembering the pain in the bottom of my foot, still staining the carpet red.

I decided to hop up and hop my way to the bathroom to clean up my foot. It took me 15 minutes to clean it, disinfect it, and wrap it up. I sighed, wishing this would stop with the bad luck. I made a whining sound. I hobbled back over to the couch and sat myself down, then lied down. I made more whining sounds, but then stopped. I thought about how some people have it worse than I do. I thought about poor little Karika Tsume, how her mother killed her. Water started to slide down the side of my cheek, dripping onto the couch where you could actually hear the "plop!" I cried for a few minutes until I dozed off.

Tell me what's wrong with society
When everywhere I look I see
Rich guys driving big SUV's
While kids are starving in the streets
No one cares
No one likes to share
I guess life's unfair

I woke up to the sound of someone banging on my door and yelling my name. I rubbed my eyes, and when the banging wouldn't stop I yelled, "SHUT THE BEEP UP OR I'LL SHOVE MY FOOT UP YOUR ASS!" After that, it stopped. I hopped over the remaining pieces of glass that were still on the floor by remembering that I hadn't vacuumed them up yet because my vacuum was still sitting there. I unlocked my door and stood there looking at the pissed off Roy Mustang standing in front of me, panting because he had yelled so much. He stepped toward me and pulled me to him in an embrace.

"God Raeka, don't scare me like that." He said clenching me to him.

"You were scared?" I asked not really knowing what to do but pat his back. He pulled away from me, looking me straight in the eye, holding my shoulders, and replied.

"Yes!" He exclaimed almost breathlessly. "I was doing that for about thirty minutes! Before that I had knocked and waited outside. I even went around asking your neighbors if they had seen you. They said the only person who ever came out of your apartment was me!"

"Oh…" Roy looked at me surprised.

"Oh! That's all you have to say? After scaring me that someone might've come in and hurt you or worse and you say 'Oh'?" He screamed at me. I looked down, not looking sad, but with not much emotion. I was tired, I felt like I really didn't care. He lifted my chin up with his thumb and finger.

"Sorry," I said quietly and softly, "I didn't mean to…." ((What to/too do I use? I forgot! XD)) Roy tilted my chin up even more, whispered a quiet "'Sokay…" and placed his lips lightly on mine. He kissed me lightly, softly, and gently all in one. My apartment door was still open and passersby looked at us and some guys who walked by did a few "woots". He pulled away and smiled. He then backed me up so he could shut the door with his foot. He was walking toward the couch but I stopped him by tugging on his sleeve.

He looked at me questioningly and I pointed down at the floor and said broken glass. I walked pass him and plugged the vacuum in and started it. I was going to start vacuuming but Roy parted me with it and motioned me toward the couch and I sat down. He then started to vacuum my floor, going over the area for awhile till we couldn't hear the glass being sucked up. He then got down on his hands and knees and felt the carpet.

"That's not an exactly smart thing to do Colonel Dumbass. Don't come crying to me if you get glass splinters in your hand." I snorted.

"Shut your mouth Major Shithead, I'm doing you a favor by seeing if there is anymore glass on the floor." I snorted even more after that remark. We started a war of calling each other curse words and rude comments. After he got up off of the floor, he came over to the couch, sat on me and started taking his shoes off.

"Get the FUCK off me Fat-ass!" I yelled at him, pounding on his back. After he had one of his shoes off, he flipped over so quick I didn't know it and he shoved his shoe right in front of my nose. I started gagging.

"How do ya like me now Raeka!" He smirked when yelling this and making me suffer. He was straddling me to keep me from moving much. I tried to slap him but when I did, he dodged or didn't do anything when he was hit.

"Rooooooooooy!" I yelled, laughing at the same time, swinging at him. He smirked even more. He then shoved the shoe right up to my nose, rubbed it against my face, and then tossed it over by the door and sat on my legs while still straddling me.

"Rae…" He said, leaning down toward me.

"Roy…" I said and stared up at him.

We sat like that, him straddling me and I had my arms down at my sides. While still straddling me, he slipped off his other shoe, tossed it over to the door, and slipped off his coat. Once his coat was thrown over by his shoes, he got off me, but sat next to me and pulled me on top of him. We ended up in the same position as before, but I was the one who was straddling him. He pulled my body closer to his, so we were almost touching at the waist/hips/however you want to put it. I blushed at this. His hands were on my back, more towards up. He started to trail them down and stopped when he reached the small of my back. He then trailed his hands to my hips, rested them there while I blushed madly. He then grabbed my hips/love handles as some people say…

"Man Raeka! You need to lose some wait!" As he laughed and squeezed my sides even more, you could see my anger mark. I slapped him, got off of him and limped across the living room to the loveseat and sat down.

"You're mean to me…" I said with an innocent look on my face, giving him the sappiest eyes I could come up with and stared at him. He looked at me for a minute or so and then burst out laughing.

"Yeah, I know…" He said with a smile wiping a tear away from his eye. There was a red mark on his left cheek now from where I had slapped him. I regained my angry look and anger mark.

((Holy crap this sucks…. I can't come up with anything! (Cries) I'm using these dumb parentheses instead of stars because won't let me use 'em…. Weird…))

Roy then hunched over, resting his elbows on his knees and chuckled a bit more with his eyes closed. When he opened them, he was greeted with a large red spot on the carpet. He went wide eyed. He looked up at me in surprise.

"Is this a blood stain?"

"Yeah…"

"Who is the blood from, Rae?"

"Me…" His eyes went even wider.

"So something did happen to you!" He stood up, clenching his fists.

"No, nothing happened. Well actually I take that back." I paused, and Roy sat down next to me in the loveseat. "I accidentally knocked over a glass vase and stepped on some of the small pieces… That's what that glass was from, the glass you vacuumed up." He gave me an 'Oh…' As he kind of stared straight ahead, I leaned my head on his shoulder. He rested his head on mine. We both breathed in deep and sighed. I yawned and snuggled my head more into the crook of his neck. Roy put his arm around my waist and held my hand.

"Raeka…"

"Huh?"

"Crazy lady say 'what?'"

"What?"

"HA! Got ya!" Roy yelled, tackled me, and started tickling me. I started to laugh, him tickling me, and I screamed for him to stop. He caught me off guard and captured my lips in a kiss. He sucked on my lower lip, yet I kept my lips closed. He tried to slip his tongue in, but to no avail. Roy parted from me and breathed hard.

I smirked triumphantly, having my way for once. He playfully glared at me, grabbed my side, which made me squeal because it tickled, and he leaned down for a swift kiss, slipping his tongue in. We continued to kiss and pester each other for 2 hours. I was tired by then. Somehow we ended up in the recliner, he in the seat of it, and I on his lap. He rubbed my hip and thigh in a gentle way. With his other hand, he was playing with my hair.

"Tired?" Roy asked when my head was getting heavy against his shoulder and my eyelids started to droop. I mumbled a yes and started to snuggle against his body. He wrapped his arms around me, kissed me on the cheek, and held me to him. I had realized something, if love is crazy, or the slowest form of suicide because of some things that could happen, I realize, that's okay. Roy and I started to drift off to sleep after we had reclined the chair. Sleep came easy, slowly, and willingly. It consumed us, and left us.

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,
something is wrong

I was still half-asleep when I opened my eyes and shifted up, somewhat propping myself up. I ended up looking at the most, well almost innocent face I have seen. Of course, that innocent face happened to be asleep. I smiled, yawned, and snuggled back into the warmth that I was beside and also somewhat on-top of. I was still smiling when I fell back to sleep.

When I woke again, the person I was beside/on-top of, was moving around, squirming, and ended up turning onto his side and elbowed me in the face. The hit wasn't very hard, but hard enough to leave a mark. I propped myself up and glared at the backside of his head. I slapped him really hard on the side of the head, right above the ear. He wakened and whimpered at the same time from the pain. He turned around facing me, holding his head.

"What kind of 'good morning' is that!" Roy yelled at me. I kept glaring at him and pointed at the red mark that was on my cheek bone from where he elbowed me.

"What kind of 'good morning' was this?" I questioned, still pointing at the spot. He took his hand from his head and put it to the side of my cheek, caressing the spot softly. He leaned toward me and kissed the spot lightly. He had a small smile upon his face when he pulled back. Since we were somewhat propped up/ sitting, I partially glomped him and snuggled back into him. Bad idea. It was with such force, I ended up tipping the recliner back, as heavy as we are together…. ((My friends did something like that before and broke my chair….))

We ended up somewhat tangled and in odd positions ((nothing bad…)). We looked at each other and laughed. Roy put his hand on top of my head, and then trailed it down the side of my face to underneath my chin. I looked up at him and we just smiled at each other.

Is everybody going crazy?
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

((OMFG! SO OUT OF CHARRIE! Sorry……… Is ashamed….I don't know what to do! I have hit the writer's block of doom! Roy is out of character…….. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO! . crap………sorry……..))

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Hello……. I'm sad………… I can't come up with anything anymore. I suppose I'm going to end it where the song-fic part of it ends. If you want me to continue….. review then. If you are happy with it, review. If you want the lemon just so you can have some lemony goodness because other people, who are perfectly understandable, don't want a lemon, REVIEW! Okay you get the picture. Love you guys in a non-gay way. Depressed still though. SORRY! .