Anime: Well, guys, welcome to the fifth installment of Frozen Butterfly Wings: Sanity of the Insane. This chapter is called that because we deal with two insane/mad characters that consider another to be their 'sanity'.

Demon: Those people are Alice and Black Ruins.

Hood: Try to find out who their sanities are. I think you know who they are, though.

Aster: Guess what, guys? Chapter 4 got three reviews and we got another review for the prologue. Meaning, we have four reviews. You know what that means~.

Jehu: Torture the good doctor!

Roxas: I'm glad I sharpened the knives.

Jack: Anime's had terrible writer's block but, with the help of Hood, she's back.

Alice: She's been working on Counting The Days and Bittersweet Lullaby. Those two stories will be posted when she's finished with this story. The song for this chapter is Paradise of Love by Ogata Megumi (Japanese song).

Jaden: When will that happen?

Haou: The world will never know.

Anime: I resent that, Haou. This story isn't going to be very long (I think) but I still haven't determined which chapter will be the last one. Probably be around chapter 15. Not to mention I'm gonna write a sequel and a prequel for this story. Well . . . I don't know if I'll write the sequel but the prequel will happen! I hope you enjoy this chapter. Sorry if there are grammatical errors. Just make sure to tell me!

Jehu: The phrase of 'Sanity is/was a bird' comes from the Dragon Ball Z fic Sanity was a Bird by nekoanima. It was very good.

Black Ruins: Anime doesn't own anything except her OCs.

Hood: How the hell are you in here?

Demon: Aster, run!

Aster: No need to tell me twice!

Sora: Anime doesn't own anything except her OC's.

~~~FBW~~~

5: Sanity of the Insane

Aster looked at his surroundings, shaking his head when he noticed it was very dark. He sighed, "Honestly, Pitch. If you want me to be terrified, this isn't cutting it. I mean, darkness? Don't tell me two dream spirits can't make a terrifying dream." He shook his head in disappointment. Honestly, this dream started out weak. Then again, they had to tap into his greatest fears in order for this nightmare to scare him, increasing the power of Pitch.

The power Aster had promise the nightmare king was harnessing the energy of a spirit's nightmare. A spirit's fear energy Pitch could receive was equivalent to about thirteen children fear energy. Well, that was the plan . . . if only Aster was afraid.

"Aster."

Aster jumped little at the familiar voice. Could it be . . .? He turned around to see he was standing in a meadow. He remembered this place. This was where he used to meet up with his supposed guardian angel. The meadow was his favorite place, a place that blended Wonderland and the real world together.

There was a brilliant blue pond in the meadow of it, two elegant swans gracefully swimming there. There were some lily pads there too and Aster could see a dragonfly playing there. The meadow was a combination of several greens, each coming from a different plant. The meadow was surrounded by dainty, daisy-like flowers with yellow centers comprised of many tiny flowerets. They had simple leaves that were both toothed and untoothed and were dark green. They came in a variety of colors including white, pink, hot pink, lavender and red.

The wind played with the flowers, that slightly turned towards the direction of the wind, and ruffled Aster's pale locks. A mother duck, along with ducklings, got out of the pond to head towards their shelter. The air was filled with the fragrance of those beautiful flowers and Aster could hear all the wildlife around him. Some butterflies flew around him and he smiled. They were butterflies with blue wings rimmed with black, similar in style to the ones that appeared when his mother used Butterfly Dodge.

"Enjoying the scenery? I am enjoying your presence more than this."

Aster turned to glare at the voice. Black Ruins was sitting down amidst some of the white flowers. He was weaving a crown of flowers, something Aster had taught him to do when he had been thirteen and wanted to show him the beauty of the world. Back then, seeing the older male making a crown of flowers was hilarious, not to mention ridiculous. Now he just made it look eerie.

"Nice nightmare you made, Pitch-."

"This isn't a nightmare."

Aster's eyes widened at those words. This wasn't a nightmare created by Pitch? Then how was this happening? "This is occurring because, a year ago, I established a dream link with you, in case you were lost or ran away from me." Black spoke, not looking up from his creation, "Sit, Aster."

"I'm not sitting down," Aster spat, "I know what you're doing. The scenery . . . you make a fucking crown of flowers . . . you're trying to bring back those days when I was ignorant you were a sadistic bastard obsessed with me. Well, those days are gone. You made them go away."

He chuckled, "You're saying this like you have a choice. I said sit." An invisible force hit Aster square in the chest. He gave out a grunt of pain and fell to the ground close to Black Ruins who smiled at him. Aster glared at him and sat down, edging away from him so there was a three feet distance between the two. Black Ruins smiled, "Was that so hard, my frozen butterfly?"

"Don't call me that." Aster replied, rolling his eyes, "Don't ever calm me that, especially after what you've done. You have no right to address me, much less speak to me. I don't even know why I'm here. I could just leave."

The ground started to quake and Black Ruins turned to Aster, his eyes blazing. "You will not leave until you hear what I must tell you." His voice boomed and Aster shivered despite himself, staring at the other with wide eyes. Seeing something akin to fear in Aster's eyes, the ground stopped shaking and Black looked away from the other, continuing his work.

"Why are you even making that thing? You're not wearing that, are you?" Aster asked, glancing at the crown Black had been creating since this dream began.

"No. This is for you, of course. A prince needs his crown." The other replied as he expertly weaved the flower crown, exactly the way he had been taught to do when Aster had shown him all those years ago.

"Is that your idea of a joke? Giving Aster a crown of asters?"

Black stopped weaving, "Asters. They are the birth flowers of the month of September, named due to their star-like shape. In some legends, they are said to have been created from stardust when the goddess Astraea looked down from the heavens and wept. They are also said to have been the herbs of Venus. In France, they are placed in the graves of their soldiers to symbolize afterthought and the wish that things had turned out differently. Vigil the poet thought the altars of gods were adorned with them. In China, they signify fidelity. They are thought to bring luck and protect against evil and are known as talismans of love and a symbols of patience, love, daintiness and good luck. They're categorized as a wildflower but with beautiful charm that other wildflowers hardly possess. Despite all their beauty, they don't compare to you."

"Drop dead." Aster scoffed at the comment, obviously annoyed, "I'm impressed you actually learned something of importance of asters. Too bad you don't know a lot about me. I'm sorry to say that an encyclopedia won't give you all that background information on me." He was pinching his arm, trying to wake up from this dream. Unlike many people, Aster knew when something was a dream and when something was happening in his reality, not to mention he had whole awareness. That's what he got for having Alice Liddell as his mother.

Black Ruins chuckled darkly, "December 17, about eighty years from our timeline," Aster froze, all of his instincts screaming for him to run, "That's right, my dear one. I know exactly where you are. All I have to do is to open a portal and go back to the past. Do you know what I'm going to do first? I'm going to kill your mother, nice and slowly. I'll make sure her death in this time is far more painful than last time."

Aster shook his head, eyes wide. Black glanced at the ground, "Ripping out her heart was too quick a death. . ." Aster slowly followed his gaze and screamed. There, lying between both males, was the deflated organ Black Ruins had ripped out of Alice when he killed her.

Aster backed away from it, screaming. Tears were building up at the corner of his eyes. He got to his feet. He should've known to not come near the psycho, even in a dream! He had to get out of here, now. The back of Aster's feet hit something solid and he turned around to see what it was. Another scream of sorrow and fear came out of Aster's mouth as he stared at the decapitated body of his father. He closed his eyes, covering his ears as he fell to his knees, "It's only a dream! It's only a dream! It's only a dream!"

Cold, dead arms wrapped themselves around him, "Sanity is such a fragile thing. Like a bird, it flies away when one is too careless. Come now, Aster, it's only a dream. The worst is over . . . Forget it, Aster. Banish that memory for you do not need it. Forget it. . ."

"But I won't forget! I can't! I'd rather be trapped in my past than not knowing who I am and having my mind twisted into forgetfulness." Aster replied, pushing the other away from him, even if he longed from comfort. He could still see his old friend in the traitor's façade, even though it hurt him to know that that side of Black Ruins had been nothing more than a clever mask.

Cold, pale fingers grabbed Aster's chin and lifted it so Aster was face to face with the eyes he was used to seeing when they used to speak like friends did. A smile reached Black's face, "My darling Aster, so dainty like the flower aster. You know I'm going to kill the Guardians, your parents and all those children from the past . . . But I'm offering you a deal to prevent that. Before the flowers begin to bloom, you will come to me. If you don't, I'll take you back the hard way. Trust me, that'll involve a lot of death."

Aster felt more tears escape his eyes, sliding down his cheeks. He was backed into a corner and Black Ruins knew it. He could give himself up to this man who is dangerously obsessed with him and he'd lose his freedom as a living being. If he didn't, then Black would take him by force and he'd murder innocent children, along with his family. Aster couldn't win this time.

"Tears do not befit you," The other said, using his thumb to wipe away his tears. Aster flinched when the cold digit brushed away the tears. They moved away from him and Black Ruins pulled him into a hug, "This hurts me more than it hurts you."

"Shut up. . ." Aster sobbed. He felt something being placed in his head but he knew exactly what it was. He was just afraid to see the crown of asters. Cold lips kissed him on the forehead and cradled him as he sobbed. He didn't have the energy to fight back anymore. He was so tired . . . so tired . . . He flinched when fingers ran through his hair but did nothing. He just wanted to slip away . . . far away from this.

"Don't cry, my sanity. You don't need to shed tears anymore. Sanity is a bird that will eventually fly away. This time, I'm keeping my sanity locked away. This time, I won't let it go. This time, I'm keeping my sanity."

~~~FBW~~~

(December 17; Present time; North's Workshop)

Jack couldn't sleep that night, having too many things in his mind. He was half wishing that his mind wouldn't be plagued by these types of thoughts, but they seemed to not want to leave him alone. What thoughts could he possibly be having so it's hard to fall asleep?

Jack's mind was currently occupied with the thought of two people he cared about greatly, the same people he had thought about for a long time and they were Alice Liddell and Aster Frell. They were the reason he couldn't sleep, for different reasons. They tormented his thoughts and they had no idea.

Alice had always been on his mind since he had met her all those years ago, enchanting him with her charm, so he knew why she was on his mind. Aster's presence inside his mind was different. Yes, they were close friends and could even be considered best friends, but he had only met Aster recently. Why did he care about the other so much? Why did he want to protect him?

Jack sighed, shaking his head. Why was he even thinking about this? Maybe because he couldn't sleep due to the fact he didn't want to have a dream like the one he had last night. Whatever the reason, Jack knew he wasn't sleeping tonight.

As Jack passed a closed door, he heard noise from within. Frowning, he opened the door to see what the source of the noise was and froze. If she looked stunning when she was awake, he was rendered helpless when he saw her asleep. She was the definition of calm. Well . . . she would've been if she wasn't making sounds that indicated she was afraid.

She tossed and turned, her breath becoming frantic. Jack rushed to her side, "Alice? Alice?" She began thrashing violently, the small noises becoming loud cries of fear and terror. He shook her, trying to wake her up, "Alice! Alice, it's only a dream! Wake up!"

"Fire!" Alice yelled, "Somebody stop it!" Her cries became screams as she continued being plagued by her nightmare. Jack felt so helpless as she writhed and screamed in terror. He had never heard her so scared and it frightened him. She was the spirit who had courage as her center. She wasn't meant to be afraid. She was strong, powerful . . .

But she wasn't. Jack's eyes widened at that realization, watching as Alice continued to scream. She created an illusion of power and strength to hide her fear of being weak. She got scared just like everyone else; it was only normal. She needed someone to be by her side and support her. Outside, she was the most powerful person Jack knew. Inside, she was a frightened and weakened person. She needed someone to help her overcome that inner weakness.

When the day that she opens up comes, I hope I'm by her side.

Alice's eyes opened and she sat up in the bed. She looked lost and terrified as she gazed around the room. Jack placed a hand in her shoulder and she shivered. He pulled his hand away when he realized that he must have startled her with how cold his hands were upon her warm skin. He was the winter spirit.

"Sorry about that." He mumbled.

She turned her gaze to him, "Jack. What are you doing here?" The room was so hot. She didn't want to feel the heat, not after the nightmare of the fire. She wanted to feel cool. The heat made her remember her past, the past she had tried to forget. However, she learned that remembering the past was something she had to do. Since she recovered all of her memories and killed Bumby, she's cherished every memory.

Jack blushed, realizing that he was in Alice's room alone. Why hadn't he noticed that fact earlier? He should've thought about that when he came into the room. He coughed, turning his head so Alice couldn't see his flustered face, "I . . . ah . . . I heard you having the nightmare and I wanted to see if you were okay."

Since he wasn't looking, he missed how Alice's eyes widened in surprise or how her cheeks turned light pink. She placed her right hand over her heart and the other went to her mouth. He cares about me, Alice thought. She felt her heartbeat go faster at that thought. She wondered why it was doing that. It only did this when she was afraid or after she had exercised. How was he able to do that? More importantly, why did she feel warm around Jack Frost? He was a winter spirit, not a summer spirit.

"Well," Jack said as he stood, a nervous smile present on his face as he walked to the door. If anyone was a good observer, they'd notice that the male spirit was trembling as he left the room. Sadly for him, Alice was a very good observer and noticed that. She smiled briefly at him, although he couldn't tell when he had his back facing her. "I need to get going-."

"Wait." Alice spoke, surprising herself and Jack. She wondered why she had asked him to stay. Maybe it was because she didn't want to be alone right after her nightmare. Maybe it was because the room was becoming warmer without the presence of the cold spirit.

Or maybe it was because you want him by your side.

Ignoring the last statement, Alice looked down, "I . . . Would you mind staying a while?" Jack flushed at that. Stay here with Alice? It was something he wanted so much. Yet . . . It crushed Jack to hear that, knowing that Alice didn't feel the same way for him. She probably saw him as nothing more as her colleague. That thought made Jack feel saddened.

"I don't . . ." Jack mumbled as he walked back to Alice's bedside. Alice felt her heart speed up as he came closer to her. She gave him a gentle smile and that was enough to make Jack feel defenseless. Even if she tried to deny it, her smile was her greatest weapon.

He's going to get tired just standing there. Ask him to comfort you. A voice inside Alice's head told her. She was certain that the thought wasn't hers. She had no idea where the thought came from but . . . she couldn't deny that it sounded like a great one. Wait, why was she even thinking about it?

"Are you okay?" Jack asked as they looked up, their eyes connecting.

All of a sudden, Alice felt a nice sensation go through her body as she stared into the deep blue ocean of emotions that were Jack's eyes. She wanted to stay looking at Jack's eyes forever. She had never felt this strongly towards the other. What was this emotion? It couldn't be what she thought it was, right?

No. It couldn't be.

Jack stayed silent, gazing into Alice's green orbs with an expression one could describe as being a cross of love-struck and heartbroken. He felt so happy just by being near her yet it hurt to know that she didn't feel the same. Maybe he should just settle for whatever relationship they have. If he told her his feelings, he might lose her friendship and her. He'd rather die than for that to happen.

Alice looked away, feeling the slight blush on her cheeks, "Jack . . . could you maybe . . ." Was she really going to do this? She didn't have to. What would happen if he said no? Well, Alice was a sucker for punishment, ". . . stay here?" She motioned at her side and Jack's heart felt like it could burst at any minute.

Don't get any ideas, his brain told him as his heart yelled that this was the best day (or night) in Jack's immortal life. Trying to be calm, Jack nodded, "Yeah." The good news was he didn't stutter. He couldn't stutter in front of the person who had a powerful way with words.

Alice froze. Did she really ask Jack to lay by her side? She blamed that nagging voice in her head for that thought. Why else would she ask such an odd question? It wasn't normal behavior on her part, that was for sure. Just when she thought that he wasn't going to do it, Alice felt a pair of cold arms wrap around her body. She tensed, "Jack, what are you doing-."

"You sounded so scared. When you had the nightmare, I mean." Jack's soft voice said. Alice blinked and heard him sigh, "I felt so useless, watching you scream in terror. I just want to know that, if you ever feel scared, you should just tell us. You don't need to bottle up those emotions. It's better if you talk about them."

Alice smirked, "That is a very interesting thing for you to say, Frost. Who knew you had it in you?" Jack pouted at that. Just when he had thought she had lost her sharpness and sarcasm, it returned in the worst time possible. Great.

Alice smiled as she leaned towards the other, knowing the other was probably pouting at what she had said. She was teasing him but, in her mind, she realized that she never knew Jack had that talent with words, voicing his emotions into those beautiful words. The other's thoughts were interesting when he was serious. It was something she liked, but Alice preferred her troublemaker. She felt her body cool due to the contact she had with Jack and she closed her eyes, relaxing against the other.

Jack blushed. This . . . was a nice feeling. He just really hoped that Alice would, one day, love him the way he loved her. He closed his eyes, a smile on his face. When that day came . . . he'd hold her just like this.

Alice thought back to her dream. When she had had nightmares like this in the past, Bumby erased it from existence. For a small period of time, she was grateful for that. However, he wanted to erase all of her memories. If she ever lost her memories, Alice knew she'd regret it. She never wanted to forget anything.

I don't want to forget anything. Most importantly, I don't want to forget him.

~~~FBW~~~

(Unknown date; Unknown time; Unknown location)

"Geez, they're really naïve and thick-headed. Can't they tell what love is?" A male around his early twenties spoke, sitting down in front of a mirror showing Alice and Jack, with the latter holding the former. The male had curly blond hair and blood-red eyes. He was wearing a white robe and white wings sprouted from his back. Next to him were a golden bow and a quiver of arrows.

The scenery around him was filled with mirrors, all of them showing different people in similar situations. Some were kissing, others hugging, others were on dates and others on the altar. In the middle of the room, close to where the male was sitting, was a small stone pillar with a bright red orb in the middle of it. It was glowing a little, although the male wasn't paying attention. The air in the room had a nice fragrance that smelled differently depending on the person. Red roses littered the room and so did heart-shaped chocolate boxes and stuffed animals.

He stood up with a huff, flying as he gazed at all the couples, "Those two are probably my hardest case. Well, if I do count the mermaid and the dragon love story. Ooh, I seem to be forgetting about Kai and Rin. What a tale I've spun for them!"

He chuckled as he glanced at the happy couples with a smile, knowing he did this. He sighed in contentment, "So much love . . . It's so sweet when that happens. A shame that so many people don't think it exists. It's such a nice feeling. I'm glad that Alice finally felt it, even if the feeling was small compared to Jack's. That poor child . . . he loves her more than she loves him. Truly, love is cruel and selfish at times. Still, it's such a sweet thing to do. People do the cutest yet strangest things when they're in love. However, they still haven't gotten their happily ever after. I swear that under the name Cupid A. Eros!"

He grinned wildly. He was going to make sure those two got together; they deserved a chance at happiness. Jack had died to become a spirit and Alice had lost everything when she had been a human. They were two amazing people that deserved a better fate than what had occurred to them. That was why Cupid loved their relationship. Of course, it had taken two years for Alice to feel the sensation of love . . .

In one of the mirrors, a crack appeared and Cupid whirled to see where it had come from. The mirrors represented innocence, kindness and love and, when it wasn't like that, the mirror shattered. They always depicted people who were meant to be or people he had struck with his arrow. He looked at the mirror and cringed at the sight. This couple . . . was not something planned.

"Aster, you do not deserve this," Cupid said as he stared at the scene. Aster was screaming as Black Ruins straddled the younger, grinning wildly. Aster was sobbing, obviously asking for help. As the other tried to make his lips connect with the younger, Cupid dissolved the image, trying not to cry at the sight, knowing he had caused it.

Because love was his center and it was practically timeless, Cupid knew all about Black Ruins and Aster and their past. He created a throne-like chair out of nowhere and sat on it, not noticing that it was floating in mid-air. Even if he would notice, he probably wouldn't care.

"I'm sorry for what I did, Jack, Alice, Aster," He said as he turned to the mirror showing Alice and Jack, who had both fallen asleep in a comfortable embrace. He looked down, "It's my fault. I wanted to fix my last mistake with him. It seems that he won't change in that manner. Now, you three had to suffer for it."

Cupid knew he would shoot the arrow, causing Black Ruins to fall for the headstrong yet wild son of Alice and Jack. Sadly, the love that was meant to be kind, generous and sweet became twisted, cruel and it became something that Cupid had no control over: lust.

Had he known what would've happened, he wouldn't have done it. He couldn't turn back the clock and erase what the young spirit had gone through. The wounds were too deep and Black's obsession with the imagination spirit was too dark. Sadly, he had been confined in the mirror room for centuries when he had caused the Troy incident. It wasn't his fault that Paris and Helen had belonged together.

He sighed, "This time . . . please let things be different this time." He closed his eyes as he heard the screams of the beloved child of his favorite couple. He covered his ears but still heard him screaming for help. This was probably worse than the Troy incident. Why had it become this?

"If you hate Black Ruins now," He whispered to the empty room filled with the pictures of loving couples, "you'll hate him more for what's to come, Aster. I . . . I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, Alice, Jack . . . I hope you can forgive me for what I have created."

He curled up into a ball, plagued by the screams of the young Frost. This was his punishment, and he deserved it for what he had done. He still tried to cover his ears in vain, fully knowing that the screams came from his head and didn't come from the outside. He let a tear escape his eyes as he heard Aster's pleas and the dark laughter of the madman Black Ruins.

"What have I done?"

~~~FBW~~~

(December 17; Present time; North's Workshop)

Pitch and Sandy watched familiar green eyes open, staring at them with slight fear. That was a new emotion in those eyes, Sandy noted. He shook his head, knowing that this wasn't the strong, cold and reserved Alice but her and Jack's son. Aster sat up, reaching out for the Moonstone, "He's coming for me . . . I can't let any more people die . . . I would never forgive myself for it . . ."

"I'd tell you to relax, Frost, but your fear is amazing and refreshing. This is more than I had in years." Pitch stated.

Sandy glared at the nightmare king. Couldn't he see that it was crucial for them to be supportive of the one person who could help them defeat the new enemy? Pitch rolled his eyes as he watched Aster place the Moonstone around his neck, his hair turning black and his eyes golden. At that, Pitch raised an eyebrow and Aster turned to him, "Sue me for taking your hair color and eye color later, will you?"

A question mark appeared above Sandy's head and Aster stood, "Black Ruins is going to come here. If I don't give myself up by the time spring comes, he's going to kill all of you. I've lost my parents once; I'm not losing them again."

"You're as eccentric as your father," Pitch noted as Aster paced the room, still frightened as his hair hadn't changed color. He bit his lower lip as he paced. If I turn myself in, no one's going to get hurt. I'll lose my freedom but everyone else would be safe. If I don't, everyone I care about will die and I'll still be a captive.

"I hate him." Aster growled out. He clenched his fists in anger. He hated how Black Ruins had easily duped him. He hated how he had once considered that monster his friend. He hated the other for killing his parents. He hated for how he had changed Aster's life and it wasn't for the better.

Sandy waited for Aster's hair and eyes to turn red in rage. Both he and Pitch could feel the waves of hatred coming from the young spirit and expected the flare of red to appear. After all, red did symbolize Aster's anger and rage when he wore the Moonstone. It never happened.

Instead, Aster's hair turned gray and his clothes became white. His eyes became black, some of the surrounding area doing the same. His pale skin turned bright white and blood started coming out from his eyes like tears. Sandy had seen this only once but with someone else.

Alice's Hysteria.

"You certainly are like your mother," Pitch noted as the teen turned back to normal. He hugged himself. He had almost turned into his Hysteria self, a mode he didn't want to enter. Unlike his mother, he couldn't control what he did in that state.

He sighed, eyes closed. He was so afraid and lost. What could he do? How could he keep his freedom and keep those he loved alive?

~~~FBW~~~

Anime: Okay, who enjoyed that? I certainly did. That fluffy moment with Alice and Jack is dedicated to Hood while the chapter is for the Guest(s) who reviewed. Thank you for lifting my spirits! I'm glad I wrote this without dying!

Aster: I'm gonna file a restraining order on him!

Black Ruins: As if I'd care.

Aster: Gah!

Haou: This reminds me eerily of my relationship with Jehu.

Arwyn: At least Jehu didn't kill your family.

Haou: No, but have you read DarkSpiritshipping stories? I mean-.

Jaden: Hey, guys! You missed out on the torturing! We burned the doctor's hair off. I think Jehu is still attacking him with his flamethrower. . .

Jehu: Nah. Yami Bakura is just cutting of his legs with his axe now. Roxas and Sora do know how to torture. I'm so proud of them.

Hood: She has no excuse for not updating.

Demon: Except writer's block.

Hood: Okay, I guess that counts. But, really, a whole month? And you update because someone gave you permission to torture Bumby?

Anime: Yup!

Demon: Geez . . .

Anime: Who wants a bouquet of asters? September rules!

All: . . .

Roxas: Since she learned about the flower of September being asters, she's been in love with the flower. Geez. Oh, question to the readers! So far, who is your favorite OC and why? Anime would gladly write more on that character.

Sora: Also, do you want Anime to make Bittersweet Lullaby, another IceTea fic or should she just focus on this one?

Aster: Black Ruins has become creepier, I have to choose whether or not to turn myself in, my parents have a fluffy scene together, we see a little bit of Cupid and my Hysteria Mode. What happens next? Find out what happens in chapter 6 of Frozen Butterfly Wings!