After a month, I finally got it! I'm really sorry that it literally took a month for me to complete this but after hurdling over writer's block, going over my grammar and spelling, taking care of my new pseudo-baby sister/chihuachua, Yuki, I finally completed it. The finale of the Flicker origins arc. I hope this is what the fans of the original are looking for. But before we go on, the ever so rare review replies.

First up, my loyal lurking follower, GuestSun's Eye. Thank you for your anticipation as well as the head's up for the error I missed in Ostara. I have already taken care of that. And sometimes I use quotes from various mediums as a link to the chapter's/story's theme.

And as for Guest(s) in both chapters 1 and 8 respectively. Chapter 1: I love this story! I hate the jackxbunny though. Its gross and i think that FlickerxJack is sooo much better. I love Flickers character and it feels like he has to be in the story. It wasn't like he was thrown into the story at all. It is an amazing story, but please get rid of JackxBunny!

And Chapter 8:I love this story and i am 100% go for JackxFlicker. Please update soon!

I'm going to assume that they're the same person. Mr./Ms./Other Guest, thank you for your appreciation and support of my story as well as KudaKano's original character and concept. I do not mind that you have other pairings that you ship but unfortunately this is a primary JackRabbit/BunnyxJack pairing story. This is my deepest regret for saying this, but I cannot oblige with the suggestion. If you like to see this story further, by all means. If not, I thank you for the support. Best of luck!

With that said, let's get on with the show!

Warning: there are some disturbing themes featured in this chapter.

Chapter 18: Shedding the Light - Finale

I want a cup that overflows with love
Although it's not enough to fill my heart

I want a barrel full of love
Although I know it's not enough to fill my heart

I want a river full of love
But then I know the holes will still remain

I need an ocean full of love
Although I know the holes will still remain

- I Want Love by Mary Elizabeth McGlynn from Silent Hill 3

Flicker has not spoken to Pitch since that day.

They did cross paths once in a blue moon as always, but it was just a mere acknowledgement in a form of a nod or a stare before going on their merry way. As far as he knew, Pitch was trying to get by with whatever scrap of Fear he could get a hold of. He on the other hand, kept doing the same thing as always. Going where the wind took him and learning more about his powers.

As well as finding his would-be Soul Mate.

He had some…interesting encounters in the past.

And by interesting encounters, he meant one-night stands, and it doesn't matter if his bedmate was male or female. However, his count weren't as high as the former gods. For two reasons, 1) he wasn't able to find a certain click. And 2) he has standards.

Besides, not all of them can handle the heat.

They usually ran away screaming, almost forgetting their clothing as soon as they hit the climax. Flicker had to admit, it was funny a few times but it does get old fast. It doesn't really help with the sense of emptiness inside of him either. It was like filling a hole-addled cup with water, you fill it up to the brim but it flows out just as quickly; a never-ending cycle that he had to endure for days-years even- on end, and no amount of sex would help with his problem. Although he did rant this same problem to Sunny from time to time, but there was so much he could do other than gave him reassuring words.

Mostly quoting the famous words from that one slave back in Greece…something about tortoises and hares…

There was also something about patience being a virtue.

Either way, he was feeling some doubt that he might not be able to find his Soul Mate in this life, or any other as well as the fact that the air felt not as hot as it should be. Then he blinked as he stopped in his tracks. Flicker narrowed his eyes as he observed his surroundings. He's in the location where it was August…meaning summer. Sunny was at his highest peak, and it should be at least simmering hot at this point but yet there was a rather brisk chill in the air.

And the wind seemed to be howling more than usual…almost as if it was singing. He narrowed his eyes in confusion. This was odd, even for him. He had never experienced anything like this before.

Was there some sort of winter spirit out of season? He thought to himself.

While he was trying to think of some form of explanation to this phenomenon, Flicker vaguely noticed something flash by from the corner of his eye. It was only an instant, but the only three things that he managed to see were a vague humanoid shape –brown from what he could remember, stark white hair (he thinks) and some snowflakes that trailed behind him. He whipped his head around to see what went past him, but as quickly as it sped by him, it was gone.

He blinked as he looked around the field, feeling the sense of chill fading away. He noticed his flames reacting to the chill but it was only for a brief moment. Flicker took note of the remaining snowflakes and without even thinking, he managed to catch one in mid-air. He brought it close to him to slowly open his hand to see a small intricately designed snowflake. He could only admire the design in such a short time since his body heat quickly evaporates it into mere air.

Flicker took the moment to relish the remaining sensation upon his palm, hearing the slight hiss as warmth took over the cold temperature.

"I wonder what that was?" he wondered out loud to himself.

Then Flicker turned his attention to his Lord above.

"I don't suppose you caught that, right?"

There was silence from the glowing internal ball; however Flicker could somehow tell that his Lord knew something that he wasn't. That and also if he had a face, he could be giving him a shit-eating grin.

"Have it your way," Flicker shrugged in a nonchalant manner.

It wasn't like he was gonna ran into that spirit again right?

Three centuries went by and Flicker still has not found his Soul Mate.

He had learned that he could still send in suggestions to certain kind of people who actually get off of certain Desire for a different kind of carnage, mainly crime. Murder, random beatings, torturing animals-even amongst themselves- even rape, there are sick people out there who actually wanted to act on their desires but couldn't due to their half-baked reasons. All he had to do was to whisper into their ears, and let the dice roll. Sometimes it worked, other times they haven't. Mainly due to their frequent visits to certain "shrinks" with a degree, but what can you do?

Not to mention that these kinds of crimes sprout paranoia and fear. Sure, he and Pitch were not on speaking terms anymore, but at least he was doing him a favor. After all, even without believers, they still need find some way to eat, for a better lack of phrasing. He could do without any words of gratitude; just setting up the dominoes once in a blue moon would be more than enough. Flicker had been noticing strange creatures that sprint across the sky during night hours. He couldn't get a good look but they look vaguely equine…and seemed to be made of black sand. He didn't think much of it until he had noticed a strange epidemic sweeping among the children, or at least, closest thing that he could describe as one. It was written off as a trifling thing among adults but he had noticed that children were becoming jaded and emotionally lethargic. It was happening everywhere not just America but around the world as well.

Flicker took note of the sudden disappearance of miniature tooth fairies as well as the lack of golden dreamsand. He had been hearing that Pitch was finally making a move to have himself believed in by the masses again from numerous whisperings of the long forgotten gods of yesteryear as well as confirmation from Sunny.

It was inevitable after all…but really, weren't the adult fears good enough?

There were wars, crimes, marriage problems, mortgage, religion, or finding a job in order to pay rent! In fact, there was a list of actual phobias, one of them involves with clowns! Even colors for some reason…The point is there were plenty of fear to feed off from, not just belief alone. However, it wouldn't do him good to actually tell it to him either way, since he was so much more experienced than him. Arrogant prick…

But as soon as he was about to rise and bring forth the second Dark Ages, children suddenly regained their belief within only two days nonetheless. It didn't make any sense. Pitch actually had brought out his A game, actually got those tight-ass Guardians on the ropes, took the Sandman out of the game, and was about to be the only thing that humanity are going to believe in…so what changed?

The answer…the Moon brought forth a new guardian.

The entire supernatural community was literally buzzing about the newest member of the so called prestige club known as the Guardians. Saying how "graceful but yet whimsical" he was at his skills, how can he be a child and an old spirit at once, or how lucky he was to be among the big leagues. Not that Flicker could see the appeal of finding new ways to bribe kids into believing them. He had seen how the cycle goes, once the child reaches to teen years, they would forget them and see them as nothing more than fairy tales. It was the same song and dance since…well, ever.

Honestly, what was the point of keeping this up?

Oh and he mostly heard of two things about this new guardian. He brings forth the frost and snow everywhere he goes…and he has the most beautiful white hair.

Those were the two things that stuck out to him the most.

He didn't know why but he couldn't help but think back on the day when he first felt that chill on that summer day. The way his flames reacted to that brief moment, maybe it was just him but could it be…?

No…there was just no way.

Could it?

Flicker shook his head before walking on, ignoring a random group of children phasing through him. He seemed to be hearing his own version of white noise, but he could have sworn that one of them was wishing for at least one snow day despite being spring time. But he just shrugged it off before going on his merry way as always. Probably wouldn't find his Soul Mate around these parts. That was what he thought at the time. It wasn't until six years later that everything he knew so far has changed.

He couldn't remember the exact date but he remembered he come across this small town, Burger Princess (he thinks), it was in a middle of spring. The flowers were in full bloom and the grass was freshly green. It could have been a warm day, if it weren't for this chill in the air. To a human, it would mean that spring might come in late. However, to Flicker, this is most familiar to him.

It was the same chill that he felt on that summer day.

And this time, he was not going to let that mystery spirit fly past him again. He made use of his skill- which he lovingly dubbed as "fire rockets"- he sped through the air to follow the chill in the air, using his own flames as a compass. This time, this time, he wouldn't miss whoever it was that went pass him. It didn't take long for him to reach his destination, entering a clearing which lead to a frozen lake, which stuck him as odd considering the current season that this town was in. The surface of the frozen lake shone like glass to the sunlight, and there wasn't even a single crack or any sign of it melting underneath the warm weather.

But that was not the only thing that he noticed.

Standing in the middle of the lake, was a young man with shockingly…white hair.

Probably around his mid to late teens judging by his appearance, his attire consist of a blue hooded sweater with what seemed to be white frost created as a ring around the collar and a pair brown trousers, which were torn and frayed at the bottom, wrapped in leather strips. His skin was rather pale but not to the point that he seemed sickly. If anything, he seemed to be glowing. Flicker took note that the latter was bare-footed and yet he didn't seem to be bothered by the cold as he walked around upon the frozen pond a bit, gently tapping upon the glassy surface with what looked like a shepherd's staff. As he does so, frost and ice appeared from the soft tapping of the hook, further freezing the pond. Flicker's eyes widen in fascination and wonder, not moving from his spot.

He had heard of the existence of winter spirits- such as the yuki-onna of Japan- but they're so rare, almost no one had ever seen them.

That is until now.

Flicker could barely move as he watched what seemed to be a pseudo-dance being performed before him. It wasn't elaborate but there was something elegant from the way he moved across the pond, casually gliding across the sheen surface as if he was actually skating. He vaguely noticed how his flames were reacting to the other spirit while he watched from a safe distance, flickering ever so softly as his eyes took in the sight before him.

There wasn't even a hint of blemish upon that pale skin, and it looked so smooth that his hands are practically itching to touch it. And that white hair, wondering if it was soft as it looked. He allowed his eyes to gaze down the physique, scowling at the hoodie a bit. For the moment, Flicker had been wondering how good he looked like without it. As soon as the figure turned towards the sky, everything around him -including time it self- seemed to have stopped.

The spirit had the most brilliant and striking blue eyes that he had ever seen. Blue like the clear skies themselves, or the shine of freshly made icicles. Flicker found himself staring into those dazzling eyes, feeling something within his chest let out what seemed to be a sonic boom before being kickstarted into speed. The feeling was so fast that he was worried it would burst out of his chest in a flaming bleeding mess. Not to mention that his flames somehow became stronger and stronger.

Flicker cursed inwardly to himself before taking to the skies as quickly as possible before the spirit could even take notice of him. Or the burning and melted mark that he left behind. Either way, he wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. He does not care where his feet took him, just anywhere but here. The beating of his heart was louder than the whistling wind in his ears, he had no idea how fast or how long he had been rocketing through the skies but he knew that he landed somewhere far from the American continent.

He found himself in the very place where he was "born". His haven in a manner of speaking…

He found himself out of breath, clenching the fabric of his shirt as if to calm the ever rapid beating of his heart. That face…those eyes…he couldn't get that spirit out of his head! Not to mention that his flames haven't calmed down, so unlike of his past encounters and one-night stands.

"Damn it…what is this?!" he questioned through gritted teeth.

This sensation that he was feeling…it was hot but somehow it felt nice. No, that wasn't it. It felt nicer compared to what he was feeling in the past. Then again, it was understandable in a way. For as long as he could remember, he had been feeling other beings' desires. But not his own…

Flicker never actually thought of the possibility that it would happen to him. Until now that is.

"Damn it…" he cursed to himself. "I don't think it would go away very soon."

And if he were honest to himself, he doesn't think he wanted this feeling to go away.

In fact, he felt that hole being filled.

Ever since he first saw that winter spirit, he couldn't get him out of his head.

Every waking moment, he could see his face. Even when he closed his eyes, he's there.

And the dreams…oh the dreams…it was so livid, he could feel the cold skin against his own. His own fingers running through the silkiness of his white hair, that sinful mouth…

Flicker never thought he would live to experience those certain type of dreams that humans have, often bucking their hips underneath the sheets as they play with themselves in their sleep. He often found himself awake at night with a tent in his pants. The first time he had experienced it, it was rather uncomfortable and a bit painful in a way.

Flicker didn't know what to think right now. He was actually erect, and from a creature his kind has been known to be at odds with yet. Don't get him wrong, he was far from a prude. He has seen and caused such physical responses in men. But to have to experience one himself was a surprise. How is it possible that embodiment of desire feels desire himself? It was a cosmic question that only the philosophers of the past could answer. And it was moments like these that Flicker hated how he didn't have the ability to go back in time so he could ask.

That is if they could see him…

Thanks to his experience in sneak peeking, he had some idea on what to do. Unbuckling his pants was the first one to handle, releasing his hardened member to the cold air. He gave himself an experimental stroke, which sends off a pleasurable wash through him. He remembered how much he liked it, to the point that he was imaging how good that spirit's mouth would be if it were attached to him. He even recalled how loud he was when he hit the climax.

Then next thing he knew, he found himself following the winter spirit wherever he goes. It was hard at first, given how unpredictable his movements were. But thanks to the aid of Sunny, he somehow managed thanks to his (for a better lack of phrasing) fire power. From there, he started to learn more about this mystery winter spirit.

For starters, he can still walk around the locations with the warm weather but couldn't stay long in the really hot climates. Sometimes he sends in the ice and frost to certain towns, sending out the children into a joyous frenzy as they frolic in the freshly fallen snow. He even created ice creatures and sent them out to the four corners of the world.

Flicker also found out that he is the new member of the Guardians that he had been hearing about.

Interesting…it was the first thing that came into his mind. He was going to ask Sunny about them later, but at the moment, seeing if he is the so-called soulmate for him.

He had been following him for at least a few months now, watching him do his magic from the distance when he came across him by chance, those countless nights that he either had dreams of him or jacked off to the vision of his face, the way his heart beats at the mere remembrance of him…Flicker had come to realize two things.

He was in love and does not know his name.

Fucking pathetic of him…

It was right then and there, Flicker decided to make his first move.

After a little help from Sunny, he finally got the idea where the mystery spirit was located, this time, in a small town of France where he was spreading forth the frost and snow. He simply landed in a middle of a street, not even flinching when a car phased through him. Flicker kept up his stride as he willed his flames down to a minimum while walking. That way he wouldn't leave a melted path and gain the spirit's attention too quickly.

If he learned a thing or two from Eros, impressions are important.

In other words, he had to play it cool as much as possible. For a better lack of phrasing that is. Either way, he had to think of something that would gain his attention. Flicker casually strolled down the street and made a beeline to what seemed to be a park, looking around to gaze at the scene of pristine white. He took the time to take in the beauty of the place, engraving it into his mind before making his next move.

He willed his flames to come alive with enough power to melt the snow before taking his first step onto the white field, hearing the ground hiss upon contact from his foot. A smile grew on his lips as Flicker relished the sensation through his boot before expanding throughout the field. He expanded his heatwave a bit further, while at the same time making sure that it was not hot enough to actually scorch the grass. Flicker had to admit, he had never done this before in the past but he does find some enjoyment in what he was doing. He kept it up in an even pace until he suddenly felt something cold around his feet.

And he found himself unable to move.

Flicker looked down and saw that he was encased in ice that crept up to his ankles.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

The voice was young, very close to puberty and somehow had a pleasant tenor voice. Flicker looked over and felt his heart setting of the familiar sonic boom within his chest once more. Standing before him brandishing the staff at his face was that lovely winter spirit.

Feeling a smirk grew on his lips as he kept his composure.

"Just having some fun, no harm done," he stated. "The name's Flicker, and you?"

He'd walk over and shake his hand but he was currently immobile at the moment.

The spirit narrowed his pretty blue eyes at him, lowering his staff a bit.

"Jack Frost," he simply responded, lowering his guard a bit.

And that was officially the first day he met him.

Since that day, Flicker had been in places where Jack was, mainly melting his snow and Jack replenishing it. He had to admit, it was kind of fun messing with him and he had a feeling that Jack felt the same way. Besides, he looked rather cute when he tried to look angry or annoyed.

He was having fun as much as he was, he just wouldn't admit it.

They had been playing this silly little game for about a few weeks now.

Then came the day when he decided to actually interact with Jack. And maybe to see if they can…at least get pass the passing acquaintance stage. Thanks to the assistance of Sunny, he knew where Jack would be next. Flicker instantly made his way over to a place called Canada…the country that is somehow not a country. Humans are really weird sometimes.

Flicker found himself in some city, Toronto from what he remembered, and saw Jack seemingly talking with what looked like a crystal squirrel-wait, what?

He blinked again, making sure that his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.

Sure enough, he could really see that it was a squirrel that seemed to be made of smooth crystal-like substance that seemed to be chattering up to Jack, who was listening to what it was saying. He quietly walked up behind him, making sure that he wouldn't give himself away. As he grew closer, Flicker picked up a few things while Jack spoke to the squirrel that rested upon his forearm. Aside from noticing that the latter was distracted.

"Are you sure about this?" the winter spirit asked the crystal creature.

The Squirrel chattered to him in response, even going as far as expressing itself with its small paws. Jack let out a hum and nodded at each chattering, seemingly understanding whatever language it was speaking.

"Uh-huh…uh-huh…" Then there was a pause as he let out a sigh. "I guess I have to trust you on this one. You always have a good reason when you left your post."

Flicker decided to use the moment to make his presence known. He walked up behind Jack until he was close enough to lean in close to the latter's ear.

"Hey, Jackie," He purred in greeting.

He had to hold back a laugh as he quickly drew away as soon as Jack practically jumped in surprise before brandishing his staff. He watched with amusement as recognition sets in on Jack's face before shifting into a more serious expression.

"What is it now, Flicker?" he asked, sounding slightly irritated. "I'm kinda busy here, so whatever it is, make it quick."

Flicker blinked at this new discovery.

Huh, turns out that he could be serious as well. He mentally noted himself before smiling internally. Have to admit, that's kinda cute on him.

Flicker kept up his confident smirk as he gazed down at Jack.

"No need for a cold shoulder, Jackie…" he spoke in a jesting tone, briefly hoping that Jack would get the joke, no matter how lame it sounded. Which of course, the latter didn't find it all amusing. Nevertheless, he shouldn't let that stop him. "I'm just checking to see if you like to hang out."

Jack blinked and seemed to be thinking about it for a moment.

"I wish I can, but not today." He responded before turning away. "Maybe next time…"

Just as he was about to leave, Flicker made a move to grab his arm, stopping him.

"Come on, just for a little bit?" He asked, almost sounding childish. "Whatever it is that you need to do, it can wait. I highly doubt it was that important."

A frustrated sigh was heard before Jack looked over to him with a rather peeved expression on his face.

"A kid was sick, and this little guy here," He gestured to the squirrel. "Just left his post from Italy and lead me to his location. And on the contrary, it is important." Then Jack turned his back before pulling his arm out of Flicker's hold. "Let's take a rain check until next time. Maybe I'll have some time for you."

Translation: Never.

He had heard that one before, meaning that there wouldn't be a next time for him. Flicker grimaced to himself as he watched Jack whisper something to the squirrel before setting it down. He had to think of something, he had not come all the way to the other side of the American border just to be turned down. The last thing he wanted was to have him get away like the last time.

Flicker blinked as he noticed the small crystalline squirrel before his feet, he would have admired the light bouncing off of its glassy body if it weren't for the fact that it seemed to be glaring up at him. He then returned the glare in kind as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"What are you looking at?" he spoke roughly.

The Squirrel chippered back a response in kind, rather animatedly he might add. He might not speak squirrel, but he was pretty sure that he was telling him to fuck off or something. Most likely to fuck off…at least that is how he was thinking it.

Flicker gritted his teeth, feeling that boiling sensation again. It was like the time when he and Pitch went into a rough patch and ended up not talking to each other for a long time. The more the damned glassy rodent chattered, the more pissed off he was getting. What is more infuriating was the fact that he watched Jack's back getting further and further away from him, and for some odd reason that the Squirrel wouldn't allow him to follow after his master.

"Shut up…" He muttered in a low tone.

But the Squirrel kept on chattering. Even looking like it was going to attack him at any moment if he even made one movement.

"Shut up…" His tone was becoming harsher. He could taste something bitter inside his mouth, barely registering the fact that there was something black in his vision. This thing was getting on his nerves. What was stopping him from going after Jack? There was an obvious size difference between him and this fluffy-tailed rat.

All it would take was just a lift of his boot.

"I said…"

And then let it drop.

"SHUT UP!"

CRRRCK!

There was the sound of glass breaking rang into his ears, followed by a sound of a short cry from Jack not too far away. Flicker blinked as he lifted his foot up to see the shattered remains of the poor creature. The only thing that remained of the Squirrel was the lower half while the upper part of its body was in various pieces. There was the one part that seemed to be one of its eyes, blankly staring up at him in silent accusation. Then there was a small orb of soft blue light raising up from the broken corpse of the creature before shooting straight forward, making Flicker follow its trail to Jack as it embedded itself inside of the latter's back.

He watched as Jack staggered about, as if trying to keep his balance while clenching his head in pain. He didn't make any movement when Jack turned around; his face was slightly contorted in pain which slowly formed into a look of shock and horror underneath his boot. There was a sensation deep inside of his chest. It was the same as the day when he first saw him. Only difference is that it was stronger than before. He could feel his heart speeding up rapidly as the heat went from his belly and downwards.

The only thing that he could describe that look on Jack's face was exquisite.

And he wanted to see more of it.

And maybe see him angry more often as he practically flew towards him and gave him a good smack with his staff so hard, he was seeing stars behind his eyes. He managed to recover his balance, all the while staggering a bit, even daring to look up to see what kind of expression that the other spirit had.

What he saw was pure rage and hatred as Jack glared down at him, breathing rather heavily as if he had ran a mile on foot. His bright blue eyes are now ice-cold and steely, for a better lack of phrasing for the first one. His grip upon his staff was so tight he could hear the wood creaking, and he could see the knuckles upon his pale hand becoming a shade whiter than his normal skin tone.

"You know, I have half a mind to have you experience my own brand of burning..." He finally spoke. The tone in his voice was even and calm, but Flicker could practically feel the sensation of rage sweeping over him, like a warm breeze in a mid-spring day. "A freezer burn so agonizing, that you'll know how my Iceling felt."

Then he took a calming breath through his nostrils and exhaled. However, the latter could still feel the rage, and it took a lot of willpower to suppress the shudder that he was feeling on his spine.

"However, I'm gonna let you off with a warning. So maybe, next time we could hang out. But for now…just let me do my job."

And with that, Jack turned heel and sprang into the air, probably to check up on some brat with a flu. All Flicker could do was to stare after him until he couldn't see him anymore. That tap from his staff would most likely leave behind a bump, including a mark, and his heart was still beating fast as ever.

Oh, he would definitely see more of Jack.

He had never gotten tired of this new game that he was playing.

He would just come across one of those little ice critters in a certain location, capture it in some way, and crush it. Then watch a small blue light fly back to the source, no matter what the distance. Just as long he was within range to see Jack's expression upon his pretty little face.

Dear Lord Sunny in Heaven, there was something just exquisite about it.

The way that it was contorted, his eyes almost welling up in tears…

If only he had some way to immortalize it so he could gaze at it for days on end.

The latest ice creature he had at his mercy was a small rabbit. He could never get tried the sound of the ice breaking as he tore off the hind legs one by one, watching the poor creature trying to crawl away from him to escape. It was fun to just leisurely walking up to the small rabbit before grabbing it by the scruff of the neck to lift it up to his face so that he could gaze into the glassy blue eyes. Flicker relished in the glint of fear that was reflected within those eyes before holding it by what remained of its body before slowly twisting it off, hearing the familiar chinks and cracks before having both parts separated. He watched with fascination as the blue light rose up from the open neck and flew up to the sky, directly to the whatever location where his spirit was.

It was a shame that there are some days he couldn't be in the same location so that he could see Jack's face.

Just like today…

He let out a sigh as he casually tossed both pieces of the former rabbit aside before leaning against a tree.

Aside from trying to get Jack's attention, he had been getting some info about the said spirit from Sunny.

He found out that Sunny had been watching Jack for some time…at least for 300 years.

How he was practically left alone with nothing but his powers and his name by the Moon right after he was reborn.

How he wondered day after day, wondering why people-mostly children- couldn't see or touch him as they could see the Guardians.

And how the Guardians simply brush him off (in their own way) when he simply wanted at least one attention…

Oh, those Guardians…

He almost could not believe him but looking back on his past experience, he had to take Sunny's word on it. Sometime over the years-centuries, to be exact- they somehow gained some arrogance along the way. The sand fellow seemed to be alright so far, but there was so much he could do due to some "vow of silence" among a group of inflated egos.

Such as how that flying pile of feathers that called herself a fairy queen locked herself up in her castle, letting her army of mini-hers do all the work. The Santa Claus man seemed to have this mentality that Christmas is the best thing since sliced bread, which leads to this stupid argument on which holiday is better with the Overgrown Rodent who was obsessed with eggs.

The Easter Bunny…

Oh, had that guy got a lot of nerve.

He had heard about that Blizzard of 1968 incident, and honestly, that walking rodent was overreacting as simple as a small snowstorm. Honestly, who cares if there are a dozen frozen eggs? And Jack was just getting used to his powers back then. Then he, along with the others, brush him off aside, thinking that sending out eggs, trinkets, or loose pocket change are more important.

Like he had mentioned before, the sand fellow was alright, but there was only so much he could do.

And lo and behold, when Pitch suddenly gained the balls to call them out, what did they do?

Seek out Jack.

All because the damned Moon said so.

What a bunch of suck ups.

He wouldn't be surprised that they would bend over in a heartbeat for that floating ball of rock.

He could understand why Jack wouldn't join them on day one. But what he doesn't understand was this: why bother staying with them? After what they had done – or hadn't done- to him, from forcing him to join them to outright abandoning him…and yet he went with them.

Why…just-just why?!

Can't he see it? Doesn't he remember of all the times that they have brushed him off? The moment when they practically kidnapped him and expected for him to join their little club like a bitch? Or perhaps he had forgotten that they lost faith in him, all because he left their side for at least two minutes before shit had hit the fan?! He was almost hoping that Pitch would almost win, but the eventual battle in Burger Town, the tables have turned when Jack returned and actually saved the Guardians…starting with renewing belief in the rodent.

And the rest, as Sunny say, was history.

Since then, Jack had been rubbing elbows with the so-called Guardians who finally got reality about caring about those brats sink through their skulls. In other words, new ways to bribe the rug rats into good behavior…

And if the current events were any indication, Jack somehow found some ways to keep his attention off of him. Even with the constant breaking of his ice critters. Flicker let out a frustrated sigh as he looked up to the sky.

"There's gotta be a way to get his attention."

Despite breaking apart each ice critter, Jack somehow took it and walked it off. Or fly sometimes. Whatever…

He seemed to be tougher than he thought, despite looking thin as a rake (from a distance anyway). As he racked his brains for ideas, there was something small and iridescent green zipped by his vision. Flicker blinked as he stood up and noticed that it was one of those miniature versions of the flying peacock lady. Even though she finally got her feathery ass on back on the field, once in a while he often see a small group of those little boogers buzzing about at the regions that are around night hours.

Collecting teeth and…

Wait…

Now that he thought about it…the Guardians have this element/human aspect thing going on…

Each one connected to childhood.

Wonder, Hope, Dreams, Fun (recently), and also…

…Memories.

And Sunny did say that the reason why Jack helped the Guardians back then was to get back his memories.

Then a wicked smile grew on his lips.

"Lightbulb~" he spoke in a sing-song tone.

Perhaps this could work in his favor. And all he had to do was to follow those little boogers.

Present Time…

"Well, well, never thought to run into him again so soon…"

A small plume of black smoke escaped from his mouth as Flicker let out a sigh, stretching out the kinks in his neck that he was feeling after that little love tap. He then reached into his pocket and rummaged it a bit until he pulled out his third- and final- flower. It was still in its pristine condition despite the tight confining space.

He narrowed his eyes at the flickering flame at the center of the blossom in a meditative manner.

No, he can't use this.

Not yet…

Flicker then blinked when he noticed the entire area was illuminated more than usual before looking up and see the Moon in all of his glory. His expression soured as he glared up at him.

"What are you looking at?" he growled.

Then he heard something inside of his head- kinda like how Sunny had done in order to talk to him- all the while seeing various degrees of light that the Moon seemed to be giving off. Flicker stared blankly at him as he listened to what seemed to be an equivalent of a disappointed adult to a child.

He simply rolled his eyes, already had to deal with a current headache and clearly didn't want to have another one.

Especially when it comes from the likes of him…

"Since when do you care?" He questioned. "All you did was to throw Jack out into the wolves, watching him suffer while you just watch and float in the sky! And those so-called Guardians…they had done nothing for him 300 years ago! Do you think what they're doing right now would make up for that?!"

The Moon shone brighter in response, Flicker could have sworn that he heard a voice at the back of his head-no, his mind- speaking to him.

Only Time will heal the wounds and fix the mistakes.

Flicker scoffed at this as he glared up at the guardian founder.

He had enough of this. Flicker had been hearing this kind of talk since the day he was born. Human, god, anthromorphic personification, it doesn't matter. It was the same hypocritical bullshit that they use as an excuse for every single thing-big or small. It was high time that he would give this guy a piece of his mind.

"Now listen here, you floating ball of rock shit. I don't give a flying fuck if you're one of those have been around the neighborhood before I was born. You just sit back and watch while you just left Jack alone to the wolves, and you didn't even do a damn thing about it!" His eyes narrowed, to the point that his pupils became slit like a cat's. "And now, you expect me to buy the fact that the Care Bears gang actually sees him as one of them. Showing that he actually has a place where he belongs…is that right?"

There was silence on the Moon's part, but Flicker seemed to know the answer.

"That's what I thought…you know all this hands-off parenting doesn't really work much, I'm sure that you have seen it from time to time." Then he spat out an ember to the ground, hearing it sizzle against the small mound of snow as it left behind a small sizzling hole. "Newsflash, Buddy, a few years hanging around them won't just magically wipe the past 300 years. Only I can give him true happiness."

Then a vicious grin grew on his face.

"And since you like to watch…I could ravish your precious little winter sprite, in front of you AND that overgrown rodent. And you can bet your ass that's a promise!"

As soon as he spoke those words, the flames re-ignite around him, creating a rather unsettling image of a demon that had risen straight out of the deepest pits of Hell itself.

And that is the end of this chapter. What would happen next? Please leave a comment/review/critique!