During the day, Piko was a shy boy who liked to stay quiet and in the corner, observing everything with two different coloured eyes.
During the night, Piko was a soundless ninja that could get anywhere and anything. He still stayed silent, but now, dressed in the clothes of a ninja, he was a badass. If there was more light during the night, the docile dual coloured eyes would have been seen by his 'victim's' to be burning with green and blue fire.
He liked to keep his two personas separate. It was easier that way, and more convenient. He could always pretend to be weak and innocent when it suited him, but was comforted with the knowledge that secretly, he was a kickass character.
It was like having a secret superhero identity. It was cool.
Cool as it was having a secret identity, heroes didn't have the luxury of choosing their hours to work. Sometimes, duty called to them.
Sometimes, duty screamed.
When he heard Miki's scream, he bolted out of the couch he'd been dozing on, popping in full ninja mode in seconds. Miki was in trouble, which meant that he had to be at the top of his game, prepared for anything and everything.
He was at her room in a flash. "Miki," he demanded, bursting through, expecting a squad of rival ninjas, or assassins, or thieves, or a dangerous animal. Maybe even his sensei. She could have been brainwashed or secretly evil the whole time. It was a possible scenario.
What he hadn't expected was for her to be sitting in front of her custom laptop, wailing. "Miki?" he asked, hesitant. He didn't drop the ninja mode just yet in case Miki needed him strong, but this was certainly . . . uncertain ground.
With a dramatic cry, Miki pointed to the screen. "Noo!" she cried.
Piko leaned over to read the screen.