-Akira Kenzu-
Akira smiled sweetly flashing, once again, his brilliantly bright and sharp teeth. His eyes were equally bright. One, the left, was grey and a jagged scar flowed through it. The other was a fiery and piercing red. He pushed back his bangs, but to little avail for they fell back into his eyes. His hair, as Sayo noted, faded from Cerulean blue to deep black and was parted so it fell over his left eye. She was in awe of his every feature. He had an elegant stature and a magnificent form. Sayo had almost forgotten her shadowing fear of what he might be.
"Are you alright?" Akria asked, snapping Sayo back to reality.
Akira offered a hand, which Sayo took, and he lifted her gently to her feet. "Thank You," she said politely, while dusting herself off. Finally looking him in the eyes she said "I am in you debt, sir"
"Formalities aren't necessary. It's just Akira. Or Aki, if that suits your needs better. I don't believe I have the pleasure of knowing your name however," He said, looking at Sayo curiously. "My name is Saori Ryder, But you may call me Sayo." She answered, turning her face into the sun as she attempted to avoid his eyes.
"Well, Sayo, may I escort you to your destination?" he asked, offering an arm. Sayo nodded, slipping her arm through his. They continued into Osaka, walking completely in sync. Sayo glanced at Akira from time to time, noting the small features in this stature. The corners of his mouth were dimpled and his pupils were slightly elongated, not the normal round form. He had, what Sayo assumed to be, a tattoo slicing across his chest, finishing at either the nape of his neck of the tip of his elbow. She was increasingly curious about her savior and who he was, but found it more prudent to remain silent. As if sensing her wish to not speak, Akira walked next to her without a word. Sayo noticed, rather abruptly, that the day had gotten noticeably warmer since she took Akira's arm.
"What would you suppose the temperature is?" she attempted to ask nonchalantly. Looking up, as if he was in a daze, Akira answered absently "around fifty I'd guess," Sayo nodded calmly, however he mind flickered in bewilderment.
How could it only be fifty degrees? It's so warm. "Celsius?" she asked but Akria shook his head "Fahrenheit," he told her, still acting bemused.
This didn't make sense to Sayo at all; it cannot be so brisk when she was nearly sweating. She could feel the perspiration begin to bead on her back as they walked.
This was making Sayo fear the worst. After what felt like hours, Sayo braved the terrain and asked one final question.
"If it's only fifty, as you say, then why does it feel like ninety to me?" Akria stopped in his tracks and faced her, chuckling. "That's an easy question to answer," Sayo looked at him inquisitively. "It's warm because you're standing next to me," He said as he continued to walk. "Well what has that go to do with anything?" Sayo demanded. Still laughing, Akira answered:
"I'm a Werewolf, Obviously,"