Aoi sighed, walking away from his home. Anger filled his entire being, he was sick of his parents telling him what to do, lying to him in order to get what they wanted. They thought they could control him, make him into the perfect youth. He was so sick of it.

He finally arrived at the place he was looking for. A hill that led down to a river, he walked down it, looking at the flowing river. Aoi sat down in the middle of a bed of roses, his very favorite flower. The petals felt soft as he raised a rose to eye level and smiled.

Aoi's happiness was interrupted by the soft patter of rain. He looked up at the cloudy sky, angry at the interruption. His parents would tell him to come inside soon, and he wouldn't get a moment to himself. Aoi closed his eyes and wished he could be somewhere else, somewhere where no one knew him, where he could be considered great and no one would try to twist him.

The rain slowly stopped and Aoi opened his, eyes, surprised. He was sitting in a field of flowers similar to the one he was just in, but his surroundings were different. There was a forest behind him and a town in front of him.

He stood up and then looked in shock at the rose he was holding. It had lost its red hue, leaving it as white as freshly fallen snow. Aoi was saddened a little by this, he liked red roses better. He placed the rose softly on the ground and then looked around, confused by where he was. He looked at the town and started to walk there slowly, wondering what was going on.

The town was quiet when he arrived, a few people walking here and there; he figured it wasn't a busy day. He felt strangely at home as he saw the old styles of clothing and buildings. He looked down at a puddle of water and saw his clothing; it was much different that it had been before he had come here. It was now as old of a style as other people here were wearing. He loved it, he loved everything in this place "This is paradise…" he said aloud.

The urge to sing took hold of Aoi. Singing had always been his favourite pastime, though his parents had hated it. He opened his mouth, singing a song that came to mind loudly

"There once was a kind young man,

Loved by many folk,

Eyes so blue and skin so pale,

Coveted, he was.

A fine young damsel,

Brother just like her,

Lived in a vast kingdom,

Rich and wonderful

She met the young man,

She soon fell in love,

Sending a proposal,

For his hand-"

He stopped singing when he saw the crowd gathering around him. They were completely silent. He felt his face grow hot; he hadn't thought that people may stop to listen.

"Alice! Alice!" a little girl yelled, recognition in her eyes as she looked at him "That's Alice's song! You must be Alice, then!"

"I apologize, my name is Aoi, not Alice" he said, feeling slightly insulted for someone thinking his name was one of a female. The girl sighed and everyone looked confused, but the confusion was pointed at his answer. He frowned, he needed to get their attention away from that, he didn't want to be judged. So he continued to sing, changing the words of the song, in which he accepted and they got married, to something of his own design.

"He rejected,

For he loved another girl,

A village maiden,

Who was more beautiful."

Aoi began to walk towards the meadow he first entered this land in. He then realized something he wore around his hip, a gun holster. With a gun. He shrugged and reached the meadow.

:"The princess, so angry,

had the maiden killed,

not even caring, once her wish was fulfilled-"

He suddenly stopped singing. He remembered the colourless roses here, and he wanted to be away from them. But when he tried to leave, the people pushed him back, anger shone in their eyes "Keep singing! Keep singing!"

So he sang. He sang angry songs, which he noticed filled the people with more and more hatred. And finally he realized a way out. He closed his eyes and sang of death, of murder, and then opened them and watched the people try to kill each other, insanity in their eyes.

He laughed, until he realized they weren't dying. They were bleeding badly, but still listening. Listening for his singing.

He let out a scream of horror "Just let me go, okay? I can't sing forever!"

"Yes you can. Yes you can. Sing Forever."

Terror ran through Aoi, he took out the gun. "None of you can die…you're all bleeding but not even caring, you freaks! Watch! This is what humans are supposed to do!" he screamed, putting the gun to his temple and pulling the trigger.

The last thing he saw was a bit of his blood stain a rose red.

This man was judgemental and controlling. He was not fit to be Alice.

The second Alice was a fragile blue one,

He sang to the world throughout Wonderland,

Filling regions with false created notes,

They were of his own crazy blue world,

This new ALICE was that of a rose,

He was shot dead by a madman,

He left a flower blooming sadly red,

He was loved very much even as he was dead.