The sky was still quite dark from the rising sun hidden behind the trees, cloud, and mist. As he sat on a low branch of his chosen tree in front of the entrance of the tent, for a second he thought he was alone due to the silence in the forest in that particular moment. Of course, a sweet smell making its way through the wind, from his left side, soon interrupted the thought of loneliness. Miko was acquainted with the smell already, the fragrance of the broken petals of –that- flower, a flower which could only be found in the mysterious yet beautiful starlight grotto he had once visited with Yukiko.
He missed her; her and Kyo, the inseparable trio who always brought bad luck to whatever unfortunate soul happened to cross paths with them. He remembered the good times, their first day at the academy, where he tried to beat up Hoshitsu for no particular reason, the last day at the academy, when he tried to beat up Yukimura for no particular reason, and of course – the day they blew up that weird bar in Cronopolis. They were all good times, spent with people who made it so much more interesting. Miko was sure this would be just like those other times; that smell had never betrayed him before.
As the white haired boy atop the tree branch lay deep in thought of the good ol’ days, not so long ago taking under account his thirteen years of age, he was interrupted by screaming. Miko hated when people yelled for no reason, he hated loud noises coming from living beings, and he had his reasons. Whatever happened, he had pledged not to let Genkaku out, he’d had it with him taking over ever since his twin brother went missing.
"Take this you sucky birds. Explosive style: Artistic Fireworks. Katsu!!!!!!!" – the girl screamed, not taking under account her surroundings, and the countless possibilities.
Wide eyed, Miko remained motionless for a few seconds staring at the beautiful explosion not so far away from him. It was impeccable, the way the single dove flew towards the nearest flock of paper birds and exploded in unison with the command ‘Katsu’. Miko had never seen anything like it before, he had never heard that jutsu before, but it looked surprisingly familiar. It was like seeing his younger self all over again, trying to show off by blowing up everything, all over again.
Miko couldn’t let this go. Even though his papercraft was resistant to explosives, and pretty much anything but lightning and concentrated fire, his plan would be revealed as soon as the girl noticed that the birds were not real. He had to act fast, even if Junko was already outside along with some other students, staring at the sudden actions of the blonde girl.
Miko liked her already, and he wanted to show some affection.
With a smile across his face, he remained in the tree, not hidden, but surprised that no one had spotted him yet. He didn’t need any handseals, or any specific movement for what he was about to do. In unison all the birds started flying in waves towards the girl. Miko had been preparing his creations since he arrived, and during the time they were eating. The first wave consisted of 5 birds flying in a straight line towards the girl like an arrow, each would explode as soon as it reached a close enough proximity to frighten her but not hurt her. As much as Miko was itching for a fight, he knew that if he hurt any of Junko’s students without permission, it wouldn’t go well for him. The second wave consisted of 10 birds flying like two flocks of 5 from the left and the right, each explosion designed to blind the girls senses for a moment, as the third wave approached. Finally, during the time of the first and second waves, the third wave of 30 birds would round the group like a tornado, tightening the eye with the girl as its center, and as soon as they were close enough to seriously hurt her with a synchronized explosion, each bird would burn up and turn into ashes, leaving a grey circle of a couple meters wide around the girl.
</B>If all goes uninterrupted
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<B>“There! They are all gone!” – Miko yells as he gets down from the tree, revealing himself to those who hadn’t noticed him before.
“Wasn’t it beautiful?”
The white haired boy approaches the girl, holding a paper rose, bigger than the real ones, in his right hand, and precedes to hand it to her. If she grabs the rose, ten seconds later it would burn up and turn into ashe like the third wave of birds.
“It’s prettier when it ends in a second, isn’t it?” – Miko laughs.