Page 6 of Fumiko and the Finicky Nestmate
Any departure from their usual routines was a challenge, but Akira had never been one to shy away from new things. Suuzu insisted that Akira’s more adventurous streak was admirable, that as an ambassador for his people, Suuzu needed his horizons broadened. However, the selfie Suuzu sent in return showed the barest of smiles and a wistful gaze.
Akira wouldn’t apologize, but he’d keep his eyes open for a peace offering. Avians liked gifts. Maybe he’d find something to add to Suuzu’s “nest,” a necklace they’d been adding to ever since their last year of school.
Even though the tradition was wolvish, Juuyu wore one and had encouraged his younger brother to create his own. Suuzu’s included braided hair, a tuned crystal, and other small items that served as touchstones.
Reminders and rituals had a calming effect on the phoenix brothers, who were both extremely sensitive to their surroundings.
With that in mind, Akira stowed his phone and strode purposefully toward the florist shop, which had been painted on every side with an eye-catching mural of butterfly kites dancing at the ends of their strings, streamers flying. A sandwich board out front announced their claim to fame.
FLUTTERBYS FLOWERS
AS SEEN ON
CROSSING AMERICA
WITH ASH SUNFLETCH
Akira took another selfie in front of the mural before stepping inside. It was like walking into a bouquet. He paused to admire a glossy photo of Ash standing outside the shop, black wings extended behind two Amaranthine ladies.
Juuyu was talking to the one with candyfloss pink hair now.
While Akira wouldn’t go so far as to say he was fluent in English, he got along well enough if people were patient. So he caught most of what they were saying, and it didn’t seem to be top secret.
“The dock? Very sensible,” she said. “That will draw less attention.”
Her posture shifted, and Akira adjusted his own. She glanced between them, and Juuyu inclined his head. “He is with me.”
“Human?” She seemed puzzled.
Akira stepped up to offer his palms. “Human,” he confirmed in English. “My name is Akira.”
Matching his hands in the traditional greeting, she said, “Melody Skyflutter. We must have someone lead you through the gate. Fumiko, my dear? You’re there, aren’t you? Come, and meet your guests.”
Juuyu’s gaze immediately slid to the door.
Akira turned in time to see a woman step inside. She was tallish and draped in loose clothing, all in mismatched patterns. Her long braid was decorated with purple flowers, and everything about her posture was uncertain.
Used to making his own inroads, Akira extended a hand and offered his greeting. But in Japanese this time. He realized his mistake at once and laughed sheepishly. “So sorry. Your name was Japanese …?”
“I’m sorry. I’m American.” As was her accent. Fumiko hesitated, then admitted, “I did understand, though. Do I know Japanese?”
Melody tapped her chin with a finger. “I think you do. Or did. Early on. Diva might know.”
Akira was confused enough to wonder if something had been lost in translation. He looked to Juuyu for help, but the phoenix was contemplating his pocket watch.
“Candor is waiting.” Juuyu snapped the timepiece shut. “I have a meeting at the museum next.”
“This is home away from home, right?” checked Akira.
“It is.”
“We’re fine then.” He shooed Juuyu toward the door. “Get your stuff done, and I’ll see you later.”
Juuyu stepped close enough to loom. It was strange, looking into eyes that should have been orange, but weren’t. Hopefully, once they were settled behind barriers, Juuyu and his team could drop all the pretense and be themselves.
“I will return before you require sleep.”
Akira grinned. “I don’t need tucking in.”
