Even after almost getting used to the daily waking patterns, early morning sunlight shining on Edward's face was always a terrible waking call for him. He'd dread every moment, pulling the blanket up over his face, just to have it torn off of him by Alphonse.

The routine was the same for the younger Elric. Wake up, make breakfast, make sure Edward was really awake, review lecture notes, attend his university courses, and run down to the bar for his night shift with Spencer. He was happy, really. It kept him busy throughout the day. Some weekends, he and his brother would even go out to see a play, or have dinner or just a casual stroll in the empty night time streets. One night, on one of said night time strolls, Alphonse was stricken with a rare case of nostalgia, opening the doorway for his mind to wander. Edward, being quite the wanderlust himself, realized this in almost no time at all, breaking the mind wandering road for his brother.

"Something troubling you Al?"

"Huh? Oh... No, not at all, Brother."

Edward raised his eyebrows, sighing. The look on his face fully unclothed Alphonse's lie, sending a shameful shiver down his back.

"I was thinking about Risembool. Remember those festivals?" Alphonse chuckled. "Mr. Markel would always bring his cows down and host those funny milking contests. He gave each winner a free jug of milk, and took the rest back himself! You'd always refuse to take part, saying that he only did it for his own benefit, even though we all knew you only did it because of your hatred for milk!"

"Well, what else could I do? Mom would always be with us, and she'd get upset if I said I didn't like it..." Edward confessed, his cheeks tinted pink, but the grin on his face did not waver a bit.

"You really didn't like seeing Mom angry, did you?"

"Why would I?"

Alphonse shrugged, and the two continued their walk in silence. The weather had finally seemed to grow warmer, and over time, the brothers knew the spring flowers would be in bloom.

"Hey, Bunny! Whoa you don't look so good."

Edward had just finished his introductory session with a new client, which had been unfortunately unsuccessful. The boy had been blunt and downright rude. Edward himself had the patience of a rugrat, leaving him achy and frustrated afterwards. The little punk. What better way to ease out the pain than a chat with his new, jumpy, overly enthusiastic friend?

"Oh, hey, Ed." Bunny mumbled with a flimsy smile. "I'm just a bit stressed is all. I need a new outline strategy for my focus patient."

"Focus patient?"

The brunette nodded with a groan, readying herself for an explanation in which she was far too tired to do. "My main patient, basically. I spend most of my time with her, and her case is a bit more serious than most in the short-term wing."

"Oh, yeah?" The golden eyed man welcomed himself a seat next to the tense woman with a smile. "Well, why don't you tell me a little about her? Maybe it'll help relieve the stress!"

Bunny's face immediately lit up, and her back snapped up straight, surprising Edward. In all honesty, he didn't think it was possible for someone's back to do such a thing. Gross.

"Oh, thanks, Ed! I thought no one would ask." She breathed, speaking quicker than ever. "She's quite the oddball. She's completely lost all her memory, an amnesiac. She can't even speak. Her knowledge of the alphabet is scarce, barely compatible with the normal adult brain. She has occasional meltdowns that sometimes result in panic attacks. But what confuses me is that she doesn't seem... afraid of danger."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

Bunny rubbed her forehead, attempting to find the right words. She was silent for a few seconds, a faint sound vibrating from the back of her throat. What did she mean? "I've dealt with... A number of amnesiacs that have similar symptoms as she does. All of them appeared petrified of anyone who got too close to them, physically speaking. But this girl... The first time I met her, she looked at me as if she'd known me before. As if there was something there at the back of her mind that was pulling her close to me."

Upon hearing this, Edward felt his chest being lit from the inside. It was in the same way as if excitement was bubbling up, although he was unsure why. Nonetheless, he found himself impatiently waiting for the continuation of Bunny's talk. "What's her name?"

"That's another thing." She replied, lowering her head, looking practically defeated. "She knows how to say only two words. And she only says them when I ask for her name. It doesn't even make sense!"

The blonde haired boy shot a confused look at the brunette. "And... they are? What are they?"

"Will be."

"What?"

"Will be. That's it. Will be. Will. B-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it!" Edward scoffed, flicking his wrist at her. "And how about her hobbies? What does she like to do?"

Bunny rubbed her forehead again, this time looking as if she were trying to hold back a grin.

"She likes finger painting. She paints really... odd things. Like a dog, but he's always missing an arm. She just doesn't paint it. Or those few times, I remember, she painted some sort of logo? It was like a cross and a squiggle... Hah, maybe she was a preacher!" Bunny laughed, rising up from her seat. A cross with a squiggle? That sounded an awful lot like...

"Oh, and this other time," Bunny called, walking away slowly. "she drew this thing that looked like a zeppelin. Crazy, right?"

Each passing day, another line of her memory returns. But very vaguely. By the time she would be able to see a single clear picture, she'd have died six times over.

Picture. Picture.

The dog was black and white. Head...eye...eye...arm...ar- No. That was wrong. His other arm wasn't like this one. But how was it? Ugh, just forget it.

Misses Doctor should be here soon, anyway. She should clean up before she makes her mad again. Misses Doctor seemed so busy and sad lately. It troubled her to watch. Maybe cleaning up a little would make her happy. Yes. She would clean up, just to make Misses Doctor happy.

Droplets tickle her fingers as pretty colours wash away down the drain along with the flowing water of the tap. It reminds her of rainbows. She remembered seeing one just this morning. It was reflected onto her bed from the window. It was so close to her, but when she tried reaching out to grab hold of it, the small rainbows simply evaded and shone on her pale skin instead. No matter how hard she tried, she never got the chance to grasp that rainbow. It broke her heart to see something so beautiful and so close to her just slip away like that.

Slip away. Slip away.

And another line was etched into her mind.

"W...ait. Wait."

For her.

A.N:
Sorry if this chapter isn't as great. I just realized I hadn't updated in a few days. I wrote this at around 11 p.m, so spare with me :$ Feedback! Give it to me!