(14 years previous)- (too young for p.o.v)
The infant child sat on the living room ground, sitting there blank faced. For just a baby, she had thin cream-colored hair that fell to her shoulders. Her parents argued in the kitchen, not trying very hard to keep inside voices.
The baby's eyes have always been an unusual color, a red orange that seemed to flow around in her iris like liquid. As if it was a dying fire's light. She giggled and examined her fingers. Little flames flared off of the tips like waves of fire. Touching her pink blanket, the edge caught fire.
Soon enough, the whole blanket was on fire, and surrounding her completely. It wasn't burning her though. As a matter of fact, the flames seemed to attach to her skin like it was coal, making her ivory color turn to a heated orange.
Her parents ran in the room, screaming. Then, they just stood there. Watching as the fire seemed to welcome their child with open arms. Her hair floated around her and her eyes came alive, glowing brighter than even the heat radiating off her skin.
The parents began to scream again, before her dad came over with a large red can and sprayed her with strange white foam.
When he was done doing whatever he just did, he dropped the can and stared in horror. The flames still engulfed the infant completely, her eyes still like neon magma. The baby giggled and waved her hands around frantically.
The mother came over with a phone in her hand, then dropped it.
Ma'am?
Hello? Miss, officers are on their way.
Are you still there? Ma'am??
A muffled voice came from the phone. Tears streamed down her face, as the baby continued to giggle.
Officers soon arrived, along with a fire rescue team. When they walked through the door, no one spoke a word. Flames that are supposed to be hot and lethal, gently flowed around her body as if it were water. A police man turned to the father, and said, "What is she?" The father began to cry. A tough man like him, whom never showed tears, cried like never before. "I dont.... I dont know." He finally answered.
The Minomi family was a very important family. They owned a large business in japan, so they were wealthy and only had 'elite' children. When the newest member of the family is seen covered in flames and giggling like a maniac, this is considered shameful.
(10 years previous)- (Honoko p.o.v)
I sat in the living room, my parents staring at me with scowls on their faces. That seems to be the only way they can look at me. Father was holding a long, thin metal rod in his hand. Mother was holding a rag that was partially wet with a strange red liquid.
"You set the Yumi's play house on fire." Father said.
"Again." Mother added on with venom in every syllable.
I looked over at both of them coldly, yet with a blank face. "Yumi stole my dolly. So I burnt down her stupid play house. And?"
Father and Mother flinched as if I smacked them, then gasped. "How rude!" "She's a demon child!" "What a shame!" "She isnt our daughter!" They spouted random insults at me.
"I truthfully don't want to live near selfish children. Can't we move?" I asked, still emotionless.
Me, being a very 'scary' child, and having the abilities, my parents rarely do as I ask. Im just teasing right now.
