As I grew up I learn a few things such as: you don't want to mess with fire. I still remember a 'little' incident that happened when I was 6 years old.
Little Misao was up and with more energy than the whole Oni after 10 hours of sleep. Misao was just one of those hyper kids, she would never get tired, and when she finally decided she wanted to sleep she would, but she only slept 6 hours per night, never able to sleep more than that. No one could get her to sleep, she had to decided she was bored enough to sleep. When she did it was a relief for the whole group.
That day Misao was watching Aoshi boil some water to make tea, he had this idea that maybe some camomila tea would make her more calm for a while. But any tea with caffeine had been forbidden in the Aoiya as everyone remember the day Misao got some, result: 3 sleepless nights for the Aoiya.
"Aoshi-san..." Misao called as she lost interest in whatever she was staring at in the table.
"Yes, Misao-chan?"
"Can I touch the fire? He's so pretty and red..." She asked staring at the fire.
"Misao, pay attention to what I'm going to say. Fire is bad, he burns, like when you eat miso soup without cooling it off first. So you can touch because it will hurt you, ok?" he told her looking at the kid in the eyes to make sure she was paying attention, but he failed to notice that she was staring at the fire.
"Ok... So pretty..." the last part was more like an innaudible whisper and Aoshi failed to hear it. She was interrupted by Aoshi that announced that the tea was ready. He poured her a cup, cooled of a little then handled it to her. Misao drank it slowly and soon felt very sleepy, and was fast asleep before realize it.
"Yes! It worked!" Aoshi almost smiled and took Misao to her room, just happy to know he would be able to sleep a little more that night.
Late that night Misao woke up to complete blackness, she got up and went downstairs quietly deciding she needed some water, when she got to the kitchen, she saw a candle lit up.
"Okon-san probably forgot..." she told herself, then she found herself dragged again in the beauty of the fire. This time, with no one around to stop her, she touch it, and as Aoshi told her, it hurt, she pulled her finger away quickly, but her hand made the candle fall on the table, and soon the table was burning, Misao wanted to get away, to call someone, but she found herself too afraid to move or talk.
Aoshi woke up alert to the smell of smoke, soon he was waking everybody, when he got to Misao's room, he found it empty, he ran downstairs and to the kitchen where the fire was going on. He felt Misao's ki and entered the room, she was there, tears running in her face, and still she wasn't moving, he picked her up and took her out of there. When he left the Aoiya he saw his friends already with buckets of water to stop the fire.
"Misao are you ok?" he asked taking of his jacket(he had grabbed it before leaving the room, no need to the whole Aoiya to see him on his sleeping yukatas just because a fire was going on) and putting around her.
"I'm okay... Misao is very sorry... It was an accident the candle was already there, and I touched it and fell... sorry..." she told him.
"It's okay..."
Needless to say that after that incident it took the guys back in Aoyia a lot of time before they stopped locking the kitchen from me. It was kind of annoying because everyone had a key to the kitchen except me, so every night I would wake up a different person to go with me to drink water, after 6 months they stopped locking it. Misao 1 Rest of the gang 0.
Fingers, candles, never mix them up. Oh, and don't worry, I didn't burnt the whole kitchen, just a table, and a few chairs, and Okon got yelled at because she left a candle lit up on the kitchen. And nobody yelled at me, because I made a puppy face with sad eyes, and cried a little. They even got me some candy, anything to keep Misao-chan from crying.
God, was I annoying...
A/N: Hope u guys like it. This is a fic where Misao will be telling some childhood stories. By the way, I know this is called Childhood songs, and not stories, is just that songs was more poetic, cuter.