In a small, dusty corner of fanfiction.net, you seem to have stumbled upon a little girl with multi-colored hair. It's sad, really, the way she looks at you. So trusting. Or is it just a facade? Perhaps. Eitheir way, she's there. She watches you intently as you read her work.

"Did you like it?" she whispers, her voice the sound the sun makes when it rises, if it ever makes a sound.

What is her name? That's a good question. She calls herself Butterfly, for now, but maybe tomorrow she'll be Ash. Perhaps even Okuri. She likes that name.