Hot And Cold

Neusuada: -Playing funeral music-

Ashe: -Pulls black veil over face-

Neusuada: As you can probably see, we're mourning. Why? Our computer has been put on the casualty list. Currently, we're using our mother's computer, which isn't the easiest thing to do whilst writing a yaoi.

Ashe: In fact, it's very hard to do so.

Neusuada: Also, we've been really sick lately, so we're sorry for always updating so late. We used to be good about updating quickly. The chapters might take even longer to get updated now, because our sickness is apparently permanent and it causes us a lot of pain. Oh! Random thing to say right now, but I'm now one year older! Ashe still has a few months left. I just realized that I wrote 'days' the first time I published this chapter...

Ashe: -Groans-

Neusuada: So! Our new chapter is here! Oh, sorry it's late. We're moving to Canada. Or India. We're still deciding. Enjoy! This chapter is dedicated to Whovian2525! Heh. I feel like the Lord of Panry stories now…

Ashe: Uh, yeah. We own nothing… Enjoy!

The ice-winged raven flew high above the trees, its light blue eyes focused on a shining silver light at the base of a mountain. As it arrived, the bird's body quickly grew larger and more humanoid, eventually forming the body of a beautiful young woman. The girl had white hair in twin braids that fell over her thin shoulders and onto the floor. Her skin could easily be called white, though it was still skin, so it had a slight fleshy color to it. She was extremely thin, almost looking like she had never eaten a day in her life, but she would have been dead if that were the case. The thing that stood out the most about this girl, though, was her dress; it was entirely made of ice. The dress went to her shins, and it looked almost like white fabric. Her sleeves were thin snow that went to her frail-looking wrists, and the bodice was a corset made from solid ice that seemed to be able to bend with the girl's every movement. She also had shoes what looked like ballet flats made from ice. Another noticeable thing about this girl was… that she looked exactly like Fyre.

Slowly, the girl walked into a cave made of pure ice. How no one had found this place yet was a miracle… Large ice crystals erupted from the roof of the cave, and plenty of others surrounded the floors and walls. The girl didn't even seem fazed by the beauty, instead waking to a small basin of water and lightly touching the surface. The water rippled for a second, before going still again.

"Ah…!" the girl growled. "He's unconscious, so it won't work…"

The girl paced for a little while, her dress flowing silkily against her long legs.

"Well… At least I still have my hold on Pan…"

Elsewhere, Peter was still holding his lover tightly by the shoulder in front of his family.

"Henry!" Snow yelled, attempting to run forward, only to be stopped by David when Peter pressed the knife deeper into Henry's throat.

"One wrong move…" Pan hissed at them. "Listen to me, alright…?! Henry stays with me. And if you so much as even get near him again, I will not hesitate to press this knife a little deeper… Got it?!"

"We'll get him back eventually, Pan," Emma said, spitting out the boy's name like it was poison.

Peter sneered. "We'll see…"

Hook looked at the ruler of Neverland in confusion. Didn't they love each other…? Why was Pan acting like that…? Was it an act…? No, he was really hurting Henry from what it looked like. So… Why…?

Slowly, Pan backed into the surrounding forest, the family of the boy he took with him unable to do anything but stare in sorrow and the fear of never knowing if they would ever be able to see him again.

"Poor Twinny..."

"Twinny?"

"Twinny."

"What…?"

"Twinny!"

"What the Hell is going on…?"

Fyre smirked at the newly awakened Zavier, who was rubbing his sore neck and blushing considerably when he remembered what happened just before he passed out. Fyre and Felix had put the two brothers in the beds in their tent before they had seated themselves outside of it in a comfortable silence.

"We're just talking. Well, kind of," she giggled, before sobering quickly. "How's your brother?"

Zavier sighed. "He's still out. But I guess I'd expect that after… Uh… Yeah…"

Fyre almost laughed at his awkward expression. Almost. "Zavier, you need to know that Zander isn't doing those things to you out of his own free will."

The boy looked confused. "What do you mean? Are you saying there's someone on the island who's using mind-control on my brother to make him molest me at random times?"

"Yes."

"…Makes sense."

"Really?"

"Yep. It makes perfect sense."

"Oh. Well, that was easy!"

"I was being sarcastic."

"Man…"

"How would that even make sense, anyways?"

"Because two plus birds equal pie," Fyre said randomly.

"…What…?"

"Sorry, sorry, I know I'm random. It's just me blowing off steam. I do that. 'Cause, you know, I'm a manhole. And manholes do that."

"…Why do I even try to have a normal conversation with you?"

"I don't know. I mean, really. You really need to give up with that, Mr. Seme."

"Mr. Seme?"

"Yes. I feel like you'd be the seme, even with Zander being the more dominant of you two."

"Alright, makes sense."

"Really?"

"No, sarcasm again."

"You're so mean…!"

Neither of them noticed the quiet rustle of tent fabric coming from the twins' tent, nor did they notice Felix walking away to go talk to whoever was currently in charge.

Zavier sighed. "Well, what do we do now?"

Fyre shifted awkwardly in the dirt. "Um… Well… First, I think I need to clear something up."

"Hm? What?"

"I didn't kill your parents."

Zavier hummed, his eyes growing sad. "I see… So that means Zander did, right?"

"Well, probably… Wait, no, Zavier, you're not understanding me. I wasn't the person that you both remember. I know who it was, but it wasn't me."

The older twin eyed her warily. "Oh? And just who was it?"

"My evil twin sister."

"…Seriously?"

"Heh, I know, right?"

Zavier almost couldn't believe what he was hearing. Fyre's twin sister had helped his twin brother kill his parents. Hm. There were too many twins in this story… The author must have had an obsession with twins, or something.

"Hey, magical voice!" Fyre yelled. "I think there's two authors!"

Sorry. The authors must have had an obsession with twins, or something.

"Better. Oh, and magical voice? We've been focusing on me and Zavier too long. Can you shift focus to someone else for a little bit?"

Vincent was lying in the-

"Thank you!"

…Ahem, anyways. Vincent was lying in the bed in Ryne's tent, letting his sore muscles rest for a bit before his hyperactive brunette came back.

''My' brunette...?' Vincent thought, as he looked at the ceiling above him. 'Since when did I start referring to him as 'mine'…? Could I be… falling for him…?'

Vincent turned beat red, sitting up and putting his hands on his cheeks. 'No, I can't be falling for him! I was just supposed to let him have his fun with me, then we could go back to barely knowing each other! Okay, calm down. Let's think back and see if I've been acting strangely around him lately. Let's see… I've been really nervous when we're alone together, I blush around him a lot, I can't look at him when he doesn't have a shirt on because I know I won't be able to stop staring at his beautiful body…'

Vincent groaned, covering his face with his hands. "I'm so screwed…"

"Well, not yet. But you can be. If you want to be, that is."

Vincent sighed, slowly looking up to see none other than Ryne… Absolutely shirtless and glistening in sweat. Vincent squeaked and covered his eyes with his hands once more.

"No, that's not what I want! And put on a shirt!"

Ryne walked over to the frailer boy and took his thin hands into his own slightly larger ones, forcing him to look at him in all of his shirtless glory. Vincent whined, closing his eyes. Ryne laughed, pecking the boy on the lips chastely. He quickly released him, going to grab a shirt before Vincent closed himself off to any romantic ideas. After throwing on a random long-sleeved, green shirt, he flopped down next to Vincent on the small bed.

"So…" Ryne started. "Wanna be screwed?"

"Ryne!"

"…So, you decline?"

"Yes."

"…Yes, you decline, or yes, you wanna get screwed?"

"Yes, I decline."

"Damn."

The authors, bored with Vincent's incompliance, shifted focus back to Fyre and Zavier, who were sitting in silence.

"Aw, really?" Fyre asked, breaking the silence.

Zavier looked at her. "What?"

"The focus has apparently been shifted back to us."

"…No normal conversation is possible with you."

"Heh… Yeah… Birds!"

Zavier shook his head, getting up and walking into the tent his brother was sleeping in. Though, after a second, he burst back out with a panicked expression on his face.

"What?" Fyre asked. "What's wrong?"

The boy looked her in the eyes, saying the words that were sure to make her facepalm.

"Zander's gone."

Neusuada: This chapter was so short… And it took so long… Sorry… We'll do better next time… Anyone like my randomness? I'm tired… So! New reviewers and old reviewers alike, please pledge your loyalty to me and my story by reviewing once again! Do hurry, the polls will be closing soon!

Ashe: Too much anime…

Neusuada: Hey! You can never have too much anime. Oh! We went to Anime Expo down in L.A! We dressed as L and Light! We were handcuffed together! It was fun! I got a Death Note notebook! I wrote down my ex-boyfriend's name in it! I was very disappointed to find out that he didn't die! I have a new crush now! It's a girl this time! She's a good friend of mine! Can anyone guess my gender?! Yay!

Ashe: It's two in the morning and we're running on coffee. Review everyone, and goodnight.

Neusuada: REVIEW!