Summer Treat
"Well, this is unusual," Seishirou says. The grounds of Ueno Park are covered in a mass of fluttering pink wings. A girl stands shock-still in the middle of the meadow while passer-bys whisper to each other. They point to the butterflies that begin to stir in the wind.
"She was too old to believe in sakura," Fuuma explains, slurping vanilla in the deep summer sun. "But still young enough to wish for it."
The trees are green and have long shed their delicate blossoms. Seishirou watches as the butterflies slowly take flight, rising higher and higher while the girl laughs. The Sakurazukamori looks down at the red on his hand and hesitates.
"It's quite wonderful," Seishirou says at last, licking the remains of a Cherry Jubilee off his fingers.