This is not Rayne-Kun.

That's right. This isn't Rayne-Kun. Rather, this is M. Just M. I have come to deliver a message. Oh, but don't worry, it's not bad. Not bad at all. Just a small announcement.

Well, let me tell you a story before the announcement.

This is the story of a very lazy author, who was SUPPOSED to write her next chapter a month ago, but never got around to it. The lazy author didn't want to leave her readers hanging, but was too lazy to do anything about writing it. And so, the lazy author decided to find someone persuadable enough to write a filler chapter. That person happened to be the lazy author's friend. And so, while the lazy author's friend writes filler for the lazy author's readers, the lazy author shall write another chapter.

Touching story, isn't it? Well, as you bright, brilliant people have probably figured out, I'm the lazy author's friend. And the lazy author, Rayne-kun.

And so, while I pester RK to write her chapter, I leave you people with a filler chapter, written by myself.

Thank you.

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Before I begin this story, I shall let you know one thing; in this filler, there shall be NO drugs, and absolutely NO TEENAGE SEX! That's right. You're going to read a fluffy, clean story, and you're going to enjoy it. (Well, there IS one alcohol reference…)

Our story starts on a fine, spring morning. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and everywhere, the world was at peace.

Or at least, I'm sure it was a fine, spring morning somewhere in the world.

Where our story takes place, it was a rainy, gloomy spring afternoon. In fact, it was so rainy at this spot, that the water pipes for the small apartment building located on 487th street burst. Not such great news for the residents. The residents all had to pick up their belongings and find other lodgings while the apartment building maintainers tried getting some sort of help.

Our story focuses on one particular resident, who lived in the small apartment building located on 487th street. He went by the name of Edward Elric, and he lived in room 443; 4th floor, 43rd room. He was a simple man; short in statue, but great in mind (though no one dared call him short to his face). Edward lived a simple, unimportant life. He spent his days working at a small factory down a couple blocks as an engineer. Edward was an ordinary man; he enjoyed watching football with his work friends on Sundays, and liked eating out with his brother.

Maybe it was fate. Maybe it was chance. Maybe it was those three beers Edward had downed earlier that evening. It was probably those beers. Tricky things. Anyhow, in an attempt to salvage items from his flooded apartment, Edward had ventured back into the evacuated building.

And into the wrong room.

Oh, but he didn't know this at the time. At the time, he was MUCH too preoccupied with finding his treasured family photo book. So Edward began to loot though stacks and stacks of papers, books, everything and anything, really. Although in his current, drunken state of mind, Edward couldn't really focus.

In a strange twist of fate, Edward wound up finding a photo book, and at the moment, being too drunk to notice, walked off with someone else's photo book.

Out of the wrong apartment walked Edward; out the door and into a tall, dark-haired man, to whom the apartment belonged to.

Needless to say, the tall, dark-haired man wasn't too happy to find a stranger wandering around his apartment.

Though Edward (who couldn't really think clearly) thought he was in his own apartment.

And thus, the two began to argue.

"I'm sorry, but what the fuck are you doing in my apartment?" the tall, dark-haired man asked politely.

"Whall, I could ask you the saaaaaame thing, Mr…..mr…..mr….tall, dark and stupid apartment person!" Edward slurred.

The tall, dark-haired man ran a hand through his dark hair. "Ok. It's raining out side. The apartment building is flooded. All I want to do is grab my paperwork, pack a bag for a hotel, and get out of here. So would you KINDLEY leave my apartment!?!"

Not waiting for an answer, the tall, dark-haired man pushed Edward out of the apartment, and in to the hallway.

"Whaaaait, ya jerk! Yew can't juuust push meh out o' my own apaaartment……!" Edward yelled out of drunken passion.

The tall, dark-haired man stuck his head out the doorway. "Oh no? I'm terribly sorry, but I think I just did. And for the record, this is MY apartment, ok? Now leave, please!" And he slammed the door shut.

Edward yelled on about this and that for a bit, before he was tracked down by his brother and gently led down the hallway to the correct room.

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As most drunk people tend to do, Edward awoke the next morning with a splitting headache. Groaning and moaning, he sat up in bed and hollered to no one in particular about nothing in particular.

His brother came in the room with a glass of warm milk, urging Edward to drink.

Sipping the steamy hot beverage, Edward asked, "Aaah, was I drunk last night?"

His brother nodded. "Yeah…and it looks like you've got a pretty bad hangover, too. You know, you really shouldn't do this."

Edward thought for a moment, and the realized that the apartment had flooded last night, and that he probably should have found other lodgings before getting drunk.

Seeing the worried expression on Edwards face, his brother told him, "Oh, you must have remembered the flood! Well, it kind of only affected the first two floors, so they're letting everyone else stay for now. Isn't that great?"

Edward just nodded, and rolled over. Onto something hard. Something hard and square that felt remotely like a book. He rolled back onto the other side of the bed and pulled out the book from under him.

"What's that, brother?"

Edward shook his head. "I'm not sure…it looks like a photo book. But it's got a different cover than our family photo book." He looked to his brother. "Is it a new one?"

"I have no idea. You were holding it when I found you yesterday."

"Found me…?" Edward asked, confused.

"Yeah. You were so drunk, you wandered into some random apartment, and stole a photo book. You really made that guy angry, too…"

Edward sat up again, and began to think out loud. "I guess I'll have to give it back to him. Do you remember what room it was?"

The brother nodded. "Yeah, the one right down the hall and to the left."

Sighing, Edward rolled out of bed. "Well then, I'll go give it to him…hey, will you make sandwiches for lunch?"

Sighing, the brother replied, "No, I'm not going to be home for lunch, remember? I told you two days ago I was going to a 'save the cats' meeting."

"Oh. Ok. I'll just go out. Bye!"

The brother sighed. What an impossible brother! Poor, poor me…

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The doorbell rang.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

No answer.

Edward sighed and sat down in the hallway outside the door, the photo book slumped next to him. As expected, the guy had left the apartment building, like any smart citizen would do.

His curiosity getting the better of him, Edward began to look through the photo book.

Not surprising, he didn't recognize any of the people in the book. It was mostly pictures of a tall, dark-haired man, with eyes that seemed to watch everything. Next to him was a smaller, skinny girl, with long black hair. There were pictures of them watching TV, eating together, there was even a picture of the two of them at the beach.

Edward looked at that one for a bit. The girl was pretty enough, but the tall, dark-haired man, HE was easy on the eyes. A slender, muscular build, shirtless in blue swim trunks, Edward was slightly surprised that the guy could captivate his interest for so long.

"I look pretty sexy in that swimsuit, huh?"

Edward jumped at the sound of the voice, and looked up. Standing in front of him was the man from the pictures.

And then it hit Edward.

"Hey, you're the guy who cut in front of me at the McDonald's the other day!"

--Flashback--

Edward had been waiting in line at the McDonald's for nearly twenty minutes, and it was finally his turn.

"Excuse me, could I have a-"

He was cut off when a tall, dark-haired man cut straight in front of him. "Hi, I'd like your bacon double-cheeseburger with small fries and a coke."

Edward had pushed the man aside and glared angrily, spitting, "Hey, I was here first!"

The man turned to look downward, paying for his food, and smirked. "Oh, so sorry…you were so short, I didn't see you."

--End Flashback--

"Yeah, it's definitely you! You pushed me aside and called me so short that you couldn't see me with an atomic microscope! And the worst part," Edward growled, "is that BECAUSE OF YOU, THEY RAN OUT OF BACON DOUBLE-CHEESEBURGERS! And I had to order a bacon regular cheeseburger!"

The tall, dark-haired man raised an eyebrow, and chuckled. "I remember that…it was a darn tasty cheeseburger, too. I'm SO sorry that you didn't get to eat one."

Edward grew even angrier. "SHUT THE HELLUP! WHY SHOULD I CARE IF I DIDN'T GET TO EAT A YUMMY, MELTY, WARM CHEESEBURGER AND IT BEING ALL YOUR FAULT!?!?"

"So are you going to keep yelling at me, or are you actually going to give me my photo book?"

Edward calmed down for a moment, before realizing that he was still holding onto the book. Blushing slightly, he shoved the book into the guy's hands.

"Here. God knows I don't want it…mr…mr…mr…"

"Roy. Just Roy, Edward."

Edward looked up, a shocked expression on his face. "Hey, how did you know my name!?!? Are you a stalker or something…!?"

Roy sighed. "You really ARE an idiot…remember the first day you and your brother moved in? I went over to your apartment to give you wine from the building association."

Edward thought for a moment. "Now that you mention it…"

"See? I recognized you from yesterday, but I thought it would be more fun not to say anything."

Edward glowered, and turned to go, when Roy put a hand on Ed's shoulder.

"Relax, I was just teasing Ed. Actually, I should thank you. Because you were in my apartment yesterday, I didn't get robbed."

Ed spun around. "Robbed?"

"Yeah. With all of yesterday's confusion, there was a robber going into random apartments and just taking stuff. If you hadn't been rummaging through my apartments, he could've taken something important. So as a thank you, I'll buy you a bacon double-cheeseburger."

Ed's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Yes. But only this one time."

The two walked down the hallway towards the elevator, and Ed nudged Roy in the side. "Sooo, that girl in the photo book was pretty cutie. Is she your…Girlfriend?"

"Idiot. That's my sister."

"WHAT!?"

THE END

And there you have it, Rayne-kun's dear readers. A clean, fluffy filler.

THIS JUST IN:

RK has informed me that she is in fact writing her next chapter. So hopefully, there will be no more need for fillers in the near future.

You hear that, RK? I'm not writing another one. Next time, I want to be paid but for you, I shall cut my rates in half! .25 for a filler!

-M

This is Rayne-kun. Just wanted to say I AM SO SORRY. I will write, I promise! Things have just been REALLY busy, and I have been pretty lazy. But I'll write, I haven't ditched it, promise!