My Kinkowan Butterfly

by The Last Of The Dragonlords

Brady has been keeping the fact that he is Kinkow's hero, Sirocco, secret for a very long time, even though he longs to tell Mikayla the truth. Meanwhile, Mikayla can't sort out her feelings, can't decide who holds her heart. But everything changes when Sirocco is captured and Mikayla is sent to go rescue him. This is a Brakayla story! Rated T for descriptive kissing.

1. Half hero, half failure

Hey, I'm Ninja 4 God. This is my first FanFiction! Flames are excepted. Oh, and one more thing: BRAKAYLA 4-EVER!

Disclaimer: I do not own POK. All I own if Brady's song. Though I wish I owned Brady, he's so darn cute :-)

Brady's POV

I didn't know how much longer I could keep this a secret. I mean, Sirocco was a hero! He fought crime, the government, vicious old ladies with handbags… And Mikayla, the smart, beautiful guard girl who wouldn't even look twice at me, was head over heels for him. But if everyone knew that I was Sirocco… Would they revere and respect King Brady the same way they did their hero?

I couldn't think straight! I was so… lost. I stood up and walked over to the couch. I plopped down onto it and started strumming at my guitar. It sort of made me feel better. Without really thinking about it, I started to sing.

Behind this mask I hid

Nobody knows who's inside

One part of me is a hero

The other half is a failure

If I unmask

What will I have to face?

I don't know what to do

Can't seem to find my place

In this life

I sat still, quiet, after I finished my song. Music always made me feel better. But this song… made me feel worse. Way worse.

"Brady! Boomer!" Mikayla yelled, clomping down the stairs into our room. "Get up!"

"Do you EVER knock?" Brady's twin Boomer demanded.

"Just get up already! It's two o' clock in the afternoon."

"No. I need at least eighteen hours of sleep to recharge my Boom-shakalaka," Boomer said.

Mikayla rolled her eyes adorably.

"I'm up, Mikayla," I said, getting out of bed.

She waved her hand in front of her face, her nose wrinkled. "P.U.! You stink! You are taking a bath!"
"No bath!" I felt panicked. "Last time I took a bath, I almost drowned."

Mikayla raised her eyebrows. "Drowned?"
"Hey, I was only three and it was deep."

"You weren't three. That was last month," Boomer said, getting up too.

"Well you both stink, and you're both taking a shower," Mikayla said firmly. She turned around and left.

I watched her go. "When is she ever going to like me?" I asked a bit desperately.

"You could tell her you're Sirocco," Boomer suggested. "She seems to like him."

I sighed, dejected. "No Boom. I can't. What if she stops liking Sirocco after she finds out it's me?"
"Don't worry, bro. Mikayla will come around," Boomer assured me. "Now I gotta go."

"You're going to go take a shower?"

"Heck no! I'm going to the kitchen to get a bacon doughnut. Wanna come?"

I shook my head. "Nah, I'll stay here."

"Suit yourself." He left.

I walked over to my guitar and leaned over, strumming it with my thumb.

Can't seem to find my place

In this life

Okay, that's Chapter 1! Please review! The more reviews I get, the faster I'll post Chapter 2!