Scene Two

Miya Asaki played in the small clearing as she did every day. It was full of newly bloomed flowers, their colours varying from breed to breed. Surrounding the clearing was what resembled a wall of blooming cherry trees. Their petals littered the ground and danced about in the air.Sometimes she would stop what she was doing, only for a moment, and picked one or two flowers. As she did so, she wouldhum a few lines from a song that her mother used to sing to her.

She was in a particularly good mood that day. She had managed to sneak out of the village without anyone noticing that she was leaving. No one had noticed her. No one bothered her. That was a sign that the day was going to go well, because no one elseever cameto the clearing. No one else knew about it. It was her "secret paradise"; a place only for her to enjoy, and she liked to keep it that way. If someone saw her leaving, they always followed her, and she would have to wander around aimlessly until they lost their interest in her unknown destination. It was annoying, and she hated having to do it.

She glanced up towards the sky and smiled. The sun burned brightly up there. There wasn't a single cloud in sight to mar the perfect view. The night before it had been dark and rainy; she hated the dark, and the rain always found a way to depress her while it was there. But it was after the rain that she truly enjoyed: the feel of the cool mud squishing between her toes; the grass, sticky with raindrops, dampened her skirt, and both clung to her legs as she danced in those wide circles, arms spread out around her.

She laughed to herself.

"It feels so good," she murmured, tossing her head back and closing her eyes.She let the warmth of the sun fill her up, making the memories of rain nothing more than a faded memory. In her left hand she tightly held a small boquet of pink, blue and white flowers.

This was her sanctuary. She was always happy there.

A hard breeze suddenly passed through the clearing. It knocked the cherry blossom petals loose from the trees, and they danced on the wind around her, everywhere, in random directions to music that her ears could not pick up. Her smile grew wide and she spun ina few quick circles, until she was dizzy.

She saw him from the corner of her eye, a young man. He was blond, and he wore a strangely heavy cloak for the season. He had been there for several minutes, from the moment that she had first noticed him. She had just ignored him up until now, but he hadn't stopped watching her. She had hoped that he would grow bored and go away. It did not seem like that would be the case.

She stopped spinning and turned to face him.

He was only a few years older than her, at best. Maybe only one year older, actually, she thought when she took a closer look. He did not seem very happy. He looked tired and angry. But, there was something about him that told her not to worry. There was something about him that was familiar, likesomeone who she had once known, a very long time ago.

"What are you staring at, Kid?" he hissed, narrowing his eyes. "Get lost before I kill you."

She just smiled at him.

"You are very beautiful... for a demon," she replied calmly. "I've never seen one like you before. Are you new around here?"

"I don't live in this world," he snapped. "It's filthy and disgusting, and so is everything in it."

Miya was quiet for a moment. The blonde, whoever he was, was a very angry person. She felt it throughout her body. She could feel his hatred for humans, and though he had no reason for it, she could feel a great deal of anger directed towards herself. Despite that, she smiled at him, and took a few steps towards him.

"I'm sorry that this world isn't very good," she replied finally. She held her small boquet of flowers out to him. "Here. These flowers are really pretty, though! At least, I think so, so won't you take them as an apology?"

It was his turn to fall silent. He stared at her for a long while, thinking. It seemed to bother him that she was unaffected by his cruel words. After all, she was just a child, a young human, and he was a demon. Wasn't she supposed to be scared? Humans were always scared of demons. He definitely fit the description of a demon, cold and cruel, but somehow, none of that bothered Miya at all. She merely smiled while he tried to size her up.

"I don't want it," he said softly.

She was a little disappointed by his response, but she did not let the smile fail her.

"I'll just leave it down here for you, then," she offered, bending over to place the boquet in the grass. She came back up, and laughed a little. "It's getting late, Mister. If I'm not back soon, my Mama will worry about me... I hope you come back here again, even if you don't really like it here."

She then ran past him, and into the forest. I really hope that I can see him again, she thought with a small smile.

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