Golden eyes stared down at the face printed on a small piece of paper - silver on tan skin on silver.

Yukina studied the photo with a critical mind, pressing his face into her memory, reviewing what little she knew of the boy.

Akatsuki Kojou - male, 16 years old, 176 centimeters tall, the Fourth Progenitor, and dangerous.

Very very dangerous.

But -

"His eyes," Yukina muttered, bringing the picture closer to her face - gripping it so tight that the corners folded.

They're not - they don't look like vampire eyes. His eyes -

"Are very kind," a thin voice interrupted, finishing Yukina's thoughts for her, startling the young girl.

Dark hair flying as she flipped her head to her left, Yukina found an old woman sitting next to her, whose long gray hair had been tucked into a thick braid - a pale yellow hair wrap tied around the rest of it to keep the stray hairs in place.

"Um - what?" Yukina blurted, wondering when the lady had sat down next to her, and how she hadn't noticed. The Sword Shaman berated herself silently - how could she observe the Fourth Progenitor if she couldn't even notice an old lady next to her?

"The eyes of that young man in your photo - they're very kind. Warm too, like sunshine." The woman explained, smiling at the young girl. "Is he your boyfriend?"

"My-my what?" Yukina stuttered, heavily blushing. "N-no, he-he isn't my boyfriend! He's just um - a um - a boy. Yes, a boy."

The stranger's only response was a knowing "hmm," faded eyes twinkling with the wisdom of experience.

"Well, forgive this old lady's prodding, if you will." The woman finally said, gathering her things as the train stopped. "Old age seems to have made me lose my manners."

"It-it's okay, Obaasan." Yukina replied, smiling brightly - if not awkwardly - as the old lady stepped off the vehicle, who in turn waved goodbye.

The Sword Shaman waited until the train had taken off before returning her focus to the picture in her hands, smoothing out the creases she'd accidentally made. She don't know how long she searched, but even after her eyes burned, Yukina still couldn't find any trace of malice in the silver of the Fourth Progenitor's eyes - only, only something that she wasn't quite sure what it was, yet understood it all the same.

Huffing in irritation at feeling so familiar with a stranger, Yukina folded the picture and slipped it back into her pocket, closing her eyes to relieve them of their pain.

Whatever, she thought, crossing her arms tightly, He's still dangerous.