Sinikka wasn't able to sleep that night. By the time she was well comfortable under the comforter of their bed, her dreamland became a nightmare.
The little girl stood in a middle of a pit of fire as chills crept up her spine. The flames grew larger and larger, creeping closer to her by the second. She felt the oxygen continue leave the area as her lungs contracted in pain and her throat tightened. She crossed her hands on her throat as she attempts to scream out in pain. Her body burned black and fell to the burning ground like ash as the pit around her increased. Before she felt herself begin to lose her consciousness, she felt her body grow cold as the flames around her grew ten times larger than what they were last and began to fade into a cold color of azure. Her ashes froze in space as the fire numbed the nothingness around her. She then felt her heart stop as the fire finally burned her body and she fell on her knees, choking on the frost accumulating around her cavern and tunnel.
Sinikka lost her breath before her nightmare faded away and an image of a redhead appeared above her.
"Sinikka," Mikoto's low whisper woke her up in the pitch blackness as sweat ran down the side of her face and disappeared into the pillow.
"Daddy?" Her eyes attempted to adjust to the darkness that surrounded them until Mikoto's aura lite the room. She blinks her eyes and looks down at her hands, opening and closing them to make sure they work.
"You had a nightmare." He slowly says to her, with a knit of his brow. "Woke you up before your fire go out of control."
Sinikka couldn't say anything as she sat up and embraced her father with his aura still surrounding him. Mikoto ran his fingers through her hair and held her little frame against his. But a feeling in his chest made him believe that something must have been different about her. Pulling her away slightly, he looks into her eyes and sees an icy glow begin to surround the crimson in her orbs. Sitting up stiffly on the bed, he looks up blankly in space until his fire ceased and the room faded black again.
"What's wrong?" Sinikka's little voice broke the silence of the night.
Mikoto stood up from the edge of the bed and picked up her sweater. "We're going out."
"Now?"
"Yeah. We need to see Kusanagi." Mikoto quickly puts on his jacket and slips on his shoes before helping Sinikka with her shoes.
Walking out of the room and down the stairs, Mikoto lite his aura to get them through the dark bar before walking out of the back door and out of the alleyway into the empty sidewalk. Taking his daughter's hand in his, they walked down several blocks in the moonlight and streetlights before making it to Izumo's apartment complex and pounding on his door. The two stood at his footsteps for a minute until the blond roughly slams open the door.
"What the fuck," He cut himself short before noticing the little girl looking up at him with a blank expression on her face and a stern frown on her father's. "Oh, well good morning there king."
"I need you to look at something." Mikoto says as he walks past him with Sinikka following him into the apartment and looking around in awe.
"What happened?" Mikoto sat down on the sofa with a plop and points at his daughter who sat in a chair from the four person dining set.
Kusanagi looks at her in confusion before kneeling down in front of her. Taking a look at her face thoroughly, he stares at the hetor mixed orb colors and nods. Then taking her hands in his, he lite his aura around his hand and surrounded her hands in them for a moment before Izumo felt goosebumps creep up his arms and a chill shiver down his spine.
"Can you light your aura?" Sinikka nods, then holds out her hand letting a fire set in the palm of her hand.
Mikoto held a cig loosely between his lips as he let the smoke pour out of his nostrils, watching his friend work his experience with her. But he chokes on a drag as he saw the difference in his nieces fire.
"That's not possible."
~*~ Lite A Flame ~*~
"What happened to her fire?" Mikoto asks his friend quietly as the two stood in the kitchen.
"I wouldn't know. But something has to be special about her." Izumo says as he looks into the living room and looks at the little girl eating ice cream with a cartoon in front of her on his flat screen tv.
"There is no way she is a strain." He argues.
"I doubt she is a strain." Kusanagi counters.
"Then what?" Suoh bows his head and rubs his hand on the nape of his neck.
"Maybe the blue king might know."
The red king glares at him before wanting to speak an insult of the blue king, but then he thought about it and maybe Izumo is right. He is more educated about this whole aura and king position; he might know what's going on with her. Mikoto sighs and leans his forehead on a cupboard, signaling that Izumo can do his thing.
Pulling out his cell phone, Kusanagi dialed in the blue king's personal number and held it up to his ear as it rang. The ringer rang several times before the deep voice of the blue king came from the other side.
"May I ask who is calling this late in the night?" His voice seemed sluggish as though he had just woken up.
"Hey Reisi, sounds like you're getting your nights rest." Izumo jokes as he hears the kings growl through the phone when he found out who was waking him up in the middle of the night.
"What is God's name do you want this late in the night?"
"I need to know something personal."
"Do I want to know what it is?"
"Yeah, it's kind of a big deal."
It was silent between the two before movement was heard on the other side of the line and a yawn coming from the deep voice.
"What is the problem?" He finally asks.
"What does it mean when a person's aura changes colors?" Reisi says nothing back as he tries to understand what's going on.
"Specify the 'changing colors' part." He finally replies.
"Something like a red's aura turning green." Izumo shortly replies as he looks back at Sinikka on the sofa.
"Well I can tell you one thing; they aren't strains." Kusanagi nods. "It's a very sparse for a transformation like that to happen. Not many have been seen and little is known about how it happens but it is said that the different color represents something completely different than what they were given."
"Is that right?" Izumo asks coolly as he looks back at Mikoto who watched the phone in his hand.
"Yes. Now why would you want to know something like this?" Munakata asks the blond.
"Like I said, it's personal." Then hangs up on him.
"Not a strain?" Mikoto asks as Izumo puts his phone away.
"No, something completely different." Kusanagi's phone buzzes in his pocket, making him pull it out and see a text from the blue king.
"They are called Shifters. They also have two powers instead of one."
Izumo looks up blankly and doesn't say a word.
"What did he say?" Mikoto asks.
"She is a shifter. She has two powers instead of one."
The two look back at Sinikka and watch her as she sat on his sofa and completely ignoring her surroundings as she watched the cartoons on tv of a cat chasing a mouse with a rolling pin.
