It was one of those days. Akura-Ou was doing some chores for Kirihito's mother while his shikigami worked at finding a way to restore his body (which was taking too long). Sighing in annoyance, Akura-Ou entered a small bakery. Delicious scents made his stomach grumble and he was disgusted with the weakness of this human bodysuit he was inhabiting. While waiting for his turn, Akura-Ou cast his brownish red eyes around the shop, bored out of his mind until he noticed an angry woman behind the register.
Her hair was short, an inch or two longer than Kirihito's, a light shade of brown, her eyes sharp and cold like gemstones as she argued with a customer. Akura-Ou's mind went back to a time when he knew a similar woman, remembering the first time they've met- she was beating up a demon, of all things. They shared the same fire, the same aura. This human woman was so much like (Name) it hurt his heart. As the line slowly shortens and he is getting closer to the woman, Akura-Ou's heart is beginning to race.
When he, finally, arrives to her, he looks into her eyes and sees that same shade of (color), vibrant and full of fire. This girl's and (Name)'s aura is the same and their scents... They match up and Akura-Ou knows, just knows deep in his cursed soul, that this girl is his (Name). Maybe that'sn why he stuttered when he asked for two loaves of bread, blushing like a child.
She doesn't seem to recognize him though. How could she? She's a human and he's in another, human, body. Her soul might know but her human senses wouldn't recognize that tug his did.
Kirihito's mother finds it strange how willing her gloomy son is to go to the bakery but shrugs it off.