Demon in the city of stars

It was a hot day, like most in Los Angelos, and Entei was doing everything he could to cool off. Walking around the town in a sleeveless, band shirt, and khaki shorts, he looked just like a normal teenage boy walking through the crowded streets. Well, except for the black tail that protruded from his body, and swayed gently with his movements. Sipping on a soda, people seemed to part way for him, giving the 'freak' plenty of room, and plenty of stares. At first, the attention bothered him, but he quickly got over that. Hiding his tail felt unnatural, like walking around with your arm behind your back all day, and he really hated when he had to do it. Though, they could also be staring at the blue sword sheath that was slung loosely over his back, for all he was, Michael was not subtle.

Walking through the scathing streets of L.A., Michael quickly found himself overtaken by the pure heat of the day. Quite ironic for someone who regularly found himself engulfed in flames that would make molten lava look cold, but, the was neither here nor there. Itching wearily at his ears, he scanned the signs of the buildings he was walking by until he found one that caught his fancy. It was for an Ice cream shop, and it brought a child like grin to his face. It had been years since he had partaken in a cone, and the memories that were brought back caused him to zone out for a minute, the outside world completely oblivious to him. Perhaps that's why he hardly noticed as he ran into the girl who was exiting the shop he had found himself absentmindedly walking into.

"Woah! watch where you're going!" The girl had coughed out.

"Hey, I-" Michael had started to call out to the girl, before his world had finally snapped back into focus. Not only as it a girl in front of him, but it was a cute girl. Just fantastic. A small blush spread over the younger heroes face as he watched the girl for a small moment. "Er, nevermind.." he managed to get out through layers of anxiety. He was still quite new to the opposite sex, and was glad he managed to get that much out.

"Ey, love birds, move it!" A man called out as he pushed past Michael and the girl.

"We're not... Well..." Michael once again stutters out, his tail swaying anxiously.

"Hey, you have a tail." The girl finally said, causing Entei to get a nervous smile, and rub the back of his head sheepishly. As he fully came back from his stupor, the smells and sounds of the place he was in came back to him. The girl smelled of Caramel and ice cream, though, Entei noted, that was probably explained by the very obvious uniform he hadn't noticed before. His eyes flicked to the name tag at her chest for a second, well, more than a second, like the very typical sixteen year old male.

'Uzma is her name, eh?' Michael thought to himself, before engaging himself in the conversation again, he was quickly realizing he was making this silence last much, much too long.

"Heh, yea, I do have a tail." He said, reaching back and pulling the extra limb forward, making it much more clear. "It was a...birthday present from my Dad, I suppose you could say. It's pretty fun to watch people's reactions to it, though, the fur does get a bit hot.."

Releasing the tail, Michael stuck his hands casually in the pockets of his shorts, hunching his back and staring slightly awkwardly at the girl. It wasn't on purpose, more of a habit than anything. Since he had started hunting demons, he had learned that almost everyone held some sort of secrets, and with his enhanced sense, he could generally make something out. But this girl, held nothing beyond the sweet scent of caramel coming from the candy in her mouth.

"I'm sorry, excuse my rudeness." Michael said, extending his hand towards the girl. "My name is Michael Krieger, I'm originally from California myself, but I'm visiting from England. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Entei smiled innocently at the girl, holding out his hand to shake hers, and even introduce himself. That was, before she took off like a bat out of hell. Turning with his hands in his pockets, he watched her walk away for a second, before getting a deep, wicked smile on his face. Like a normal person, he could have just taken off after the girl. Ran up, called out the name on her badge, and struck up a conversation. After all, that was how normal people got to know girls they thought were cute. With his profession as a host, it would have been a cinch for him too. However, Michael was not exactly normal, in neither looks, nor personality. Picking up speed, he headed towards one of the alleyways between buildings, making sure the strap to his sword was secured to his chest, he jumped into the air, grabbing onto a railing to a fire escape someone had conveniently left lowered.

"Thank you for being incredibly lazy, L.A.!" He cheered to himself quietly, using the strength of his arms to pull himself quickly up the ladder. Stepping onto the guard rail, which was put there exactly to prevent this kind of behavior, he leaped forward, reaching out to grab the brick trim of the build. The protrusion was barely enough to slip the length of his bent fingers ontop of, but Entei manged with a large grin as he shimmied along to the front of the building. Getting quite a few looks by now, he swung his body out, sending himself flying through the air. Moments like that, are why he loved parkour, it gave him a sense of freedom he couldn't find elsewhere. After all, even demons dream of flying every now and again. He reached his target as soon as he began his descent, a sign for a hair and nail salon. Neon, and rather large, it would be the perfect 'roosting' spot for him.

After he had pulled himself onto the sign, despite cheers of distress from the citizens of L.A., and crouched on it like an assassin about to strike, Entei raised his nose into the air, taking in a large sniff. His enhanced senses from his demonic body sure came in handy, as he quickly found the caramel scent of the girl. Training his eagle like vision onto her, he leaped from sign to sign, following behind her. Honestly, how she hadn't noticed with how loud and obtrusive he was being was beyond him. Perhaps she was the type to zone out while they walked, he sure knew he was. The girl finally stopped in front of a comic book shop, which had a small pole hanging horizontally out from under it's sign. Perfect.

'Oh, a girl who likes comics? I can support that.' Entei thought to himself as he climbed, down the sign. He was really grateful the girl was zoned out, because the look on her face would be priceless. wrapping his tail around the pole, he lowered himself down in front of the girl until he was face to face with her, upside down, suspended from the sign. "Ya know, it's kinda rude to just leave without giving a guy your name, or at least a number."

"Well, if you gave me your number, I wouldn't be causing a scene anymore, now would I?" Michael said with a roguish smirk on his face. Releasing his tail from the sign, he twisted his body in mid air, landing on his feet in a crouch position, the palms of his hands on the ground to steady himself. He rose to his feet to the cheers and claps of the people who had seen his act of acrobatics, which he just tuned out. That was one of the benefits of his heritage, not only did it increase his ability to read and react to his opponents moves in a fight, it also gave him the agility to do so. His demon body made simple feats like that mind numbingly simple to him. something that had not been true just a few short months ago. Brushing off his pants, he stared at the girls eyes again. He hadn't noticed before, but they were quite beautiful. They had a depth to them that seemed almost...mesmerizing? They were certainly unique, he had never quite seen a girl like this before.

"You could also tell me why you just walked away from me." Entei said with an innocent smile. "I know I had the steak and onion sandwich for lunch, but I swear I brushed my teeth afterwords!" He joked, trying to break the tension between the two of them. He honestly had no idea why he stopped her from walking away, he had quite enjoyed that sight to be honest, but something made him want to get to know her better.

"How about this." Entei suggested, reaching into the backpack in his bags, and pull out a small camping candle, and a lighter. When he traveled like this, he tended to bring survival supplied with him, just  in case. Holding up the candle, and pretending to flick the lighter, he used the small amount of power he could muster with his sword sheathed, to light the candle, giving the flame a blueish glow. "If you can put out this candle, I'll settle for just your number. However, if you can't, you have to give me your number, and let me take you to a movie." Holding his arm out, he moved to give the girl the white stick of wax. "You can do whatever  you want to it. Step on it, pour water on it, whatever."

Entei snickered to himself as he watched the girls futile attempts to extinguish the flame. Though, it wasn't really her fault her couldn't, after all, his flames were inextinguishable, even by water. Another perk to being strange, even among pyrokinetics. His amusement grew as he watched the girl try to run the flame under a stream of fountain water, a very rational thought for most people. Willing the flames, he allowed them to wane a bit, making it look like the girl was succeeding, before increasing the power going into them, making them burn slightly larger than before. The crowd, which had still stuck around to see this challenge, broke into a roar of applause. Apparently now Entei was some cheap parlor trick street magician, though, it may pay slightly better than his host job. Finally taking a bit of pity on the girl, he walked over behind her, leaning in over her shoulder, talking quietly into her ear.

"Can I lend a hand?" He spoke quietly, not wanting to yell into the poor girls eardrum. He smiled widely at his own trick, praising himself for his brilliance. In the six months he had his powers, he never once thought to use them to land a date. But late than never, though. "The water was a good idea, but did you really think I would give you a challenge that easy? If I did that, I wouldn't be able to go on a date with a pretty girl tonight, now would I?"

"I must make one demand, though." The girl said, which caused Entei to raise a brow as he took the candle from her. With a wave of his hand next to the fire, he allowed it to extinguish, smoke rising from where the flame had once been. "And what would that happen to be?" he asked as he slipped the candle and lighter back into his bag, readjusting his sword to it's proper position underneath aforementioned bag. The crowds cheering had become rather loud at this point, and quite obnoxious, and he would gladly do whatever she suggested, just to get away from them. His hands rested gently in his pockets after removing them from his bag, and he stood casually, with his weight resting on his back foot.

"I need to go into that comic shop and get a few new issues that Sherpa put out recently. I love all the rich characters the stories have," Entei blinked twice, surprised at the request. Honestly, he had thought she was the type who just watched the superhero movies that came out, and assumed that made her a huge fan. Maybe she had seen a shirt or something in the shop that would just look 'oh so cute' in a picture she would later put onto some social media site, with some stupid '#nerd', or something to that effect. Yet, here was this stunning girl, who actually not only knew the name of the comic book company, but also when they were releasing the issues. He was impressed to say the least.

"Er, ya, I can accompany you if you would like." He said, finally getting over the shock. With a mock bow, he waved his hand towards the door signaling 'after you'. Following behind the girl, he looked around the comic book shop with very mild interest, if any, at the rows upon rows of comic book characters. It wasn't a hobby he judged, heaven knows he was an avid fan before the transformation and unlocking of his abilities. But afterwords, the world of fantasy just lost some of its interest. Like a professional athlete who no longer likes playing sports video games, when you do something all day, you want to escape from reality in other ways. "So, who is your favorite hero?" Entei asked, absentmindedly searching through random comics. "I always liked the villians myself, they always seemed more humanized than heroes, which struck me as funny."

"She's pretty, in an exotic kind of way, ya'know?" Entei answered after he was shown the comic cover. He had indeed heard Uzma's earlier comment, but, he had gotten rather skilled at determining what he should have been able to hear, and what he shouldn't have, so he ignored it. As he looked through the pages upon pages of comics in front of him as he listened to Uzma talk, he began to realize exactly how passionate this girl was. It was a passion he lacked, or at least, had never experienced, and it brought a small smile to his lips, which he did his best to hide by turning away. A small blush came to his face as he slowly began to realize something. He was starting to like this girl. Coughing into his hand to try and quickly cover up the blush, he turned to Uzma, giving her his attention, instead of flipping through the comics.

"Hmm. My favorite comic book character you say?" In that moment, Entei realized something he hadn't known. He knew next to nothing about comic books. He couldn't remember the name of a fake hero, from the rather extensive list of real heroes he had run into since his short time adopting his hero moniker. So, there was only one thing to do in this situation. Lie. He didn't want her to think he was weird for not knowing about comic book characters, after all. "Ah, there was this really old hero my adoptive dad use to have the comics for. His name was Entei, and he was a pyrokinetic. He was an orphan like me, which is why I think I connected with him so well." After a short pause, Entei smiled to try and break the awkwardness of what he had just revealed. "But, enough about me. What are your parents likes?"