The wind pushed the grass down against the ground, the trees swaying in the breeze. The water rippled where the flies danced along its surface, the fish coming up to watch. Everything was beautiful.
"Thank you for taking me here." Mitsuko said, looking at everything through dazzled eyes.
"Do you like it?" he whispered, brushing a nearby flower with his fingers.
"Yes…I barely ever get to see wildlife and plants in my position. I'm mostly directing groups of Exorcists and Finders where to go." She answered softly, the flaps of her coat moving with the wind.
"I'm glad." He said, smiling. She looked up at him and smiled, too. "We can stay here as long as you want."
She wanted to stay for as long as possible, but knew she couldn't leave her duties for long. She hated how she always had to do paperwork and give reports and bla bla bla. Sighing, she stood up, surprising Tykki.
"I do like this place, but…I've been gone too long. I should be getting back to the Dark Order." She whispered, although her heart told her to stay.
He gave a sad smile, and then opened up a portal with one of his butterflies. He held her hand as they jumped inside, landing in his dimension once more. She opened up a portal inside it, where she could see the roof of her room through it.
"Just remember, if you ever want to see something beautiful, just call me." He said with a wink. She smiled weakly and jumped through her portal into her room. She did wish it wasn't so bland. She had no paintings along the walls, and her wallpaper was a bland, white color. Sighing, she left her room to see Komui outside her door, his hand raised as if he were planning to knock.
"Oh, Mitsuko. I was wondering where you were." He said. "I was wondering if you could do something for me."
"Is it a mission?" she asked. She didn't want to do any paperwork.
"Ah! -No. I need you to help clean up my paperwork in my office." He asked. He said it as if he knew she'd accept the studious task.
Groaning in displeasure, she saw that Komui had a look of annoyance on his face. "Komui, doesn't someone with such a high title get better jobs to do than paperwork?" she asked, her voice full of complaint.
"Mitsuko, no matter how high a class you get, I am the chief of the HQ, and I can direct all the Exorcists any way I want." He huffed, angry with her. She was getting a little angry herself.
"Komui, you let all your paperwork get that way, so you can clean it yourself." She yelled, and slammed her room door closed. He pounded on the door, calling her name, but she would not do flimsy little house made jobs such as organizing. Letting out a breath of angry air, she opened her window. The cold air washed in, blowing across her face and cooling her mood. It could be because of her butterflies, or for any other reason, but she loved the wind. She loved how it could change anything, no matter how strong, and bend it to its will. It could mould rocks, and shape mountains. It could be the strongest of forces at times, yet as calm as an evening sunset at others.
Closing her window, she staunched the flow of incoming air, leaving an eerie silence floating in the atmosphere. She longed to open the window again, but decided against it. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she wondered if Komui was still outside her door. She got up and went to check.
Opening it, he was still standing there, looking red faced and annoyed. "Mitsuko, I gave you an order."
"Koommmuuuuuiiiii, goo awwwaaaayyyy…." She whined, trying to force the door shut, but he had stuck his foot in the crack. "I'll crush your foot, Komui, I swear I will."
"Oh, I know you wouldn't do that! Now, let me in!" he yelled. She stuck one of her hands up, releasing an agitated butterfly that flew right into Komui's face. He floundered, swiping at the delicate insect until he was far enough away that she could slam the door shut. Moments later, her butterfly skittered under the door, flying onto her coat. It looked frightened and agitated.
"He's a meenie, isn't he?" she whispered, letting it crawl along her fingers. It softly touched her skin with its rolled up tongue, grateful for the attention that could have been given to another of her butterflies. She had hundreds, after all. She sent it back into her portal, sending it off full of kindness. It would be the most popular of its friends for a while, at least. They all fought for her attention.
Exasperated already, she sat on her bed and pulled her sketchpad into her lap. She was a very good artist, and loved to draw the things she saw. Marshall Tiedoll had taught her many drawing aspects, and had even been her master for a while. Now, she was almost as good as him, her pencil filled with the grace of a dove, moving across the paper like a determined figure skater.
Her sketchpad had many pictures; pictures of butterflies, pictures of her room. Trees, too, as well as birds, animals, mountains and small villages. She loved to draw scenery. Getting an idea, she picked up her pencil. Moving it along the paper, she enjoyed the soft, scratching sound the lead made when it hit the parchment. It sounded like music.
After a few minutes of contemplative sketching, she looked at her work. She had drawn a picture of Tykki Mykk, adorned with a top hat and a deck of cards. His black butterflies fluttered around him, some resting on his hat and others on his arms. He is a truly graceful person… she thought. How did I ever draw him this well?
Pleased with her recent artistry, she put down her sketchpad, thinking of other things to draw.