~Author's Note~
Who's on first? Takane. But that's not the misunderstanding this time...
~Who's On Fire?~
A baseball game was in full swing on Youkai Mountain.
"Get ready, Kawashiro! Here comes a ball!" yelled Aya, whirling her arm to build up speed. Behind Nitori, Momiji was urgently glancing left.
"This isn't good," Sanae muttered to Kanako in the coach's box. "Kawashiro hasn't struck out once. She's on fire!"
Suwako gasped. "On fire?! Oh, no! Don't worry, Nitori, I'll extinguish you!"
Before anyone could stop her, Suwako had spat a stream of water over Nitori's head.
Nitori gasped. "Wh-what was that for?!"
"You were on fire!" said Suwako.
"Oh, Suwako..." groaned Sanae. "No, when I said 'on fire', I meant she was playing well!"
"Idiot," groaned Kanako.
At that moment, Hatate came running down towards the field. "Aya! Momiji! The village is on fire!" she screamed in floods of tears.
"I know! This is the best printing season we've had in years," shouted Aya. "We're trying to play ball here, though, so can't you go somewhere else?!"
"No, you don't understand!" sobbed Hatate. "The village is actually on fire! It's burning!"
Aya went pale. "But-! My newspapers! My clothes!"
"The houses! The architecture!" screamed Momiji.
"Suwako-"
"I'm on it!" Suwako leapt up and flew towards the smoke.