~*~ 4 Years Later ~*~
Mikoto wakes up with some pressure on his chest, making him open his amber eyes and see a tiny figure above him. Looking to the side, he sees that the sun hasn't even risen over the horizon, but he knew why the little figure was waking him up.
"Daddy! You promised!" The little figure says to him with a voice full of excitement.
"Ugh. Why so early?" Mikoto says with a groan and covers his eyes with his arm.
"Please!" Sinikka whines and begins to jumps on him; causing him to begin to heave his breath as pressure was continued to be put on his chest.
"Okay, okay." He says with a frown.
The little girl gets off of him and watches him trudge out of the bed. She grew more and more impatient as she waited for the redhead to get some clothes on. After what felt like forever for the little girl, Mikoto tells her that they could go. Sinikka ran down the steps into the bar and goes to the back door, knowing that the front door was locked. Mikoto was still half asleep when he walked to the back door and locked it behind him. The air around him was surrounded by dew from the early morning spring weather. A chill ran up his arms as he sighs and watches his fog disappear. Then going down on one knee, he allows the little girl to climb onto his back. Jumping on his back, she wraps her arms around his neck and attempts to wrap her legs around his waist. Mikoto stands up and held onto Sinikka with his arms before looking up at the top of the building nearby and bringing out his aura. Slightly squatting down, he uses the forces of his legs and the aura to push him high enough to softly land on the rooftop of the building. Sinikka gives a little laugh, making a small smile appear on Mikoto's face.
"Again!" She says.
Nodding his head, Mikoto sprints on the flat rooftop before reaching the end of the surface and leaping into the air again. He races over several rooftops before taking the leap of fate. The destination being a fairly tall skyscraper, he needed to use both his speed and power to make it to the top; especially with her on his back. But it was no problem for the Red King. The jump made him chuckle under his breath in amusement as he noticed that he didn't break into a sweat. Letting go of the girl on his back, she walks over to the edge of the skyscraper and sighed out in awe.
"Careful. Don't stand too close to the edge." He warns her before standing beside her and taking her little hand in his.
"It's so pretty." She tells him as she watched the sun appear over the horizon and the sky around it burning into hot colors of red and orange.
Mikoto only nods in response as a thought went through his head. Squeezing the girl's hand, Sinikka looks up at her daddy and tilts her head in confusion.
"Is something wrong daddy?" He let out a sigh before taking back a step and kneeling down in front of the girl. The girl stood in silence, waiting for him to speak.
"You know how I can hold fire and burn things?" The girl nods. "Well I am able to give others the same thing and I was wondering if you also wanted to hold fire without getting burnt." Sinikka looks down with a blank expression before looking up at Mikoto and nodding her head.
Without saying anything, Mikoto takes her hand and concentrates on giving some of his power to her. A red aura began to emerge for his hand and onto Sinikka's body. But unlike the others, she didn't have much effect as the aura surrounded her. She continued to watch in awe as Mikoto held his eyes closed and gently held his hand under the little girls as though it would fall apart in a second.
"There." Mikoto finishes and looks up at her. "And promise me,"
"Yeah?"
"You won't hurt yourself with this power." He looks down at her hand once again before looking into her bright crimson orbs.
"I promise." Sinikka nods her head before wrapping her arms around her daddy's neck. Mikoto returns the embrace and whispers in her ear,
"Happy Birthday baby girl."
~*~ Lite A Flame~*~
"Hey, if it isn't the birthday girl!" Kusanagi says as Mikoto and Sinikka finally come back to the bar after the sun had risen over the horizon.
"Mr. Kusanagi! Look at what daddy gave me!" The little girl holds out her arms to the sides and spins around in circles with her new aura swirling in the air. Izumo looks at her in surprise before looking back at his redhead friend who was sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in front of him.
"Mikoto?" Kusanagi drags the 'o' as he raises an eyebrow to him.
"I knew she would be able to handle it." He says with a lame voice.
"But at 7? I don't think she can do it." He lectures him as he grabs some juice from the fridge and pours it in a whiskey glass for Sinikka.
"Hey guys!" Coming through the front door was Tatara with his familiar smile he always carried.
"Tata!" Sinikka jumps off of the stool and hugs the tall clansmen around the waist.
"Hey! If it isn't the birthday girl!" Leaning down, he grabs her by the waist and pulls her up to the ceiling. "Geez, you're so big! I don't think I will be able to let you fly anymore." Tatara supports her by his hip and holds her close.
"Daddy can still pick me up!" She counters and points at the redhead on the couch with a blank expression on his face.
"That's cause he is stronger than me. Now I can't argue with that." Tatara flicks her tiny nose before letting her down on the wooden floor. "Is it just me or is something different about you?"
Sinikka giggles and whips her dark blue pigtails. "I'm a year older."
"Besides that."
He looks up at the Red King before looking at the bartender in curiosity.
"She has the aura." Izumo says as he looks back at the young clansmen.
"So you can do this?" Tatara moves his hand in a circular motion and manipulates beautiful butterflies from the aura before they disappeared in thin air.
"Huh?" She looks at her hands before attempting to mimic the motion of his hand and fails to create the butterflies.
"Hey, it's fine. I can show you how to do flame manipulation sometime, alright?" Sinikka nods her head and smiles at him.
"Okay."
Sinikka looks around the room and smiles to herself as all her friends stood around the bar, each with their own little smile on their faces.
"Happy birthday to me!"
