Her pale blue eyes were fogged over in remembrance as she walked through the streets of East City with no chosen destination.

Her mind ran in circles as she attempted to piece every aspect of her twenty four year long life together. Twenty four years of living. Twenty four years of living for someone other than herself. Except for those three years before Seth's resurrection.

Those years were for herself.

Kenny passed a shop window and stopped to stare at her reflection, her eyes flashing as more memories passed through her mind. Memories of the day she was left alone. Memories of the day her brother had died. Memories of the day she fixed everything.

It was the ten year anniversary of that day.

She blinked and then looked up at the sign of the store, eyes now sparkling as a grin caused her white teeth to show.

"Heh, perfect."

--

Seth blinked as Kenny shoved a small, light blue gift bag into his hands.

"What's this for?" She shrugged as she tugged her hair free from the bun, allowing it to become a ponytail.

"I felt like it."

"Sister."

"Don't look at me like that. Just open the damn bag." She replied with a smile and the pre-teen obeyed, his grey eyes going wide when he pulled out a silver pocketknife.

His eyes immediately darted to meet hers.

"A- knife? Why'd you get me this?" Her smile widened.

"Don't you like it? I had it custom made this morning. I had to wait ALL day, considering it was last minute." Seth looked down at the knife in his hands and flicked it open, his eyes drifting over his name engraved in the blade, a handwritten styled 'F' on either side.

"But- why?"

"Because." And she flopped herself down on the couch in their shared room, legs crossed lazily over one another.

Seth ran his fingers along the knife blade and then flicked it closed before setting it on the small coffee table.

"Sister, are you okay? You've been acting strange since we met Ed and Al in Aquroya." She closed her eyes.

"I'm fine, Baby Brother. Sheesh, you worry WAY too much."

"Well, I-"

"Go be a kid for a change." He shot her an incredulous look.

"When you're the way you are? Not a chance. You'll get yourself killed."

"Ye have little faith in my ability, dear Seth." She explained, the grin on her face remaining as she leaned further back in her seat.

The twelve year old rolled his eyes and then looked to the clock on the wall as it struck nine.

"I'm getting tired." He murmured and Kenny's eyes slid back to meet his.

"You look it. Get to bed, Squirt. I'll be heading there too in a few minutes." Seth nodded numbly.

"Promise?" Kenny stared at him for a moment before nodding.

"Promise. Give me a few minutes to get changed." And so, she stood up and disappeared into the bathroom, grabbing a set of folded, purple satin pyjamas along the way.

There she got changed and when she exited, caught a glance of Seth already passed out on his bed. A tiny smile formed on his lips as he slept peacefully.

Kenny placed her hands on her hips and shook her head, laughing to herself.

"To think that such a tight-ass could be so relaxed." The young woman made her way to the bed on the other side of their shared dorm room where she sat down and watched him sleep.

Her eyes watched as his chest rose and fell and then flickered to her lap, where her hands gently rested. After a few moments, she stood up and went to the single window in the room, taking a deep breath.

She just wasn't ready to end the day.

Her eyes drifted up and focused on the dark sky, sighing when she found that it was a new moon.

"No regrets." She closed her eyes and a tingling pain emitted from her chest, soon increasing into a more severe pain.

The young woman merely smiled and remained still.

The pain she was to suffer with for the rest of her life. No, not suffer. That wasn't the right word.

She hadn't truly suffered since the day she lost her brother.

Besides, the "pain" was something she had grown used to over the years and if she was suffering, someone would have noticed. No one had noticed, so she wasn't suffering. Then again, she wasn't exactly letting anyone in on the fact that she felt this pain every day.

Just more of a reason to prove that she wasn't suffering at all.

It was then that she heard a loud groan from down the hall and she blinked before chuckling.

"Man, he's STILL here?"

--

Roy groaned and rested his head on the large mound of paperwork that covered his desk.

It was well passed eleven o'clock at night and the only reason he was still in the office was the fact that if he left before finishing the paperwork, Hawkeye would quite literally skin him alive.

"Why me?"

"Because you're the almighty Colonel Flame. Paperwork comes with the job. If you become Furher, this mound is only going to get bigger." A familiar voice answered and he looked up, eyes widening when he saw the pyjama clad Kenny leaning against the doorframe.

Her slender figure was definitely complimented with her choice of nightwear.

"Uh-"

"No clever words, Colonel?"

"You do realize that you're roaming about in really sexy silk pyjamas, right?"

"Actually, they're satin." She replied with a smile.

Roy sat up straight as she walked closer to him.

Kenny then stopped abruptly and rose an eyebrow.

"You're hangover gone?"

"Nope."

"Liar. You're not as flushed as you were this morning. That and you're not slurring and pausing your sentences like this morning either." The Colonel blinked and then slumped.

She picked up on that?

"Damn." Kenny rolled her eyes.

"Roy, if you want help with your paperwork, you could just ask." His head snapped up as she grabbed a pen and a stack of papers before seating herself on the floor and getting down to work.

He stared at her, bewildered. What was going on? Where was the prankster annoying Kenny that he knew? Why was she suddenly so- different?

"Are you- okay?"

"Never been better, why?" She never looked up from forging his signature perfectly on the documents.

Roy ran his fingers through his hair and then got serious.

"Kenny, you haven't been acting like yourself at all since last night. I'm beginning to think that you were lying and that we DID do something."

"It's got nothing to do with you, Roy. It's just one of those days. I can't be a pain in the ass everyday. Even I need breaks."

"The Rubidium Dynamite Alchemist doesn't take days off, Lieutenant. She doesn't just offer to do my paperwork over getting some sleep either. Something's up. Tell me what it is."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were concerned, Mustang."

"I AM concerned. Where's Kenny?" A quiet chuckle was the response.

"Go to sleep, Roy. I'll deal with the paperwork." It was at that point he knew that he wouldn't get any answers from her.

Although, later on she would more than likely drop some hints.

"Why aren't you asleep? It's one of your favorite pastimes, isn't it?" Her eyes slid up to meet his and he stared into the pale blue pools.

He'd never seen eyes so blue before.

"I'm very restless tonight. Then again, I'm not much of a sleeper anyway." She formed a fist and pounded twice at her chest.

"Although, I usually don't sleep during the days before the full moon. Tonight's a new moon. Heh, makes me think that my aura is being blocked or something." Roy rose a brow.

""Aura"? Since when are you superstitious?"

"I'm not. I'm trying to say that there's some things on my mind that I haven't quite gotten my head around yet. No need to worry, I'm sure I'll work it out by the time Ed and Al return. Then, I'll be back to my old self."

"Good. This helpful, QUIET Kenny is beginning to scare me."

He was seeing that there was definitely more to this woman than he had first thought.