Yuka, the fiery headed female stormed through the streets. She glared at every stupid happy human. Her cyan eyes glinted, showing that she was in no mood to be chatted with. Her long, delicate fingers were clenched tightly into fists. She couldn't believe it! How dare these people?! Did they not know who she was, were they trying to get themselves killed? She was the fox demon! Not some stupid human up for sale.

Her anger was untamed and her cotton candy coloured hair blew about in the wind. Yuka was having a rather bad day today. First, she had gotten water spilled all over her, then on the subway she had almost gotten herself groped by some stupid pervert, and as if to add too the final straw the waitress at the restaraunt had used peanut oil to cook her food when Yuka had specified not too! Now she was itchy all over her hands.

Finally becoming sick and tired of her cotton candy coloured hair she pulled it up into a loose knot on top of her head. She grabbed a free newspaper from the stand and plopped down on the stupid hovering bench, she buried her face in the paper as soon as her butt and the bench collided. Her cyan eyes scanned through it, she had her legs crossed and on top of the bench. As a nice breeze passed by she looked up, the traffic seemed to be moving rather smoothly today.

Summer was coming to a halt and she was going to be attending her last year of University. "I'm finally twenty three" she muttered to herself. Yuka was truly in shock, she had never been a peoples persons. Through out her twenty three years of life she had barely made ten friends. The truth was, Yuka was too busy acting like a princess most of the times. She was ill tempered and quite ill mannered, she truly didn't give a fuck about what the world thought about her. That was probably why the world seemed to shut her out from its society.

Her toned, long legs which seemed to go on for ever were now stretched out in front of her. Yuka's arms were folded underneath her head as she looked up at the darkening sky. Ever now and then she would hear a command from a human to open the doors of the house. Yuka had been alive for a good while now, she might have been only twenty three in human years, but her actual age was about two thousand three hundred years old. This demon was tall, five foot eight to be exact.

When Yuka had imagined the future she hadn't exactly imagined it too be full of flying cars, robot helpers and smart houses which did everything you commanded too by just using your voice. As the world had progressed Yuka had lived in almost all the continents in the world. She needed to shift around so people wouldn't get suspicious.

Letting out a frustrated sigh she scratched at her arms and legs. Passing by humans looked at her in speculation. "ARRRGH!" her body was unbearably itchy! Stupid waitress who hadn't heard her! She knew she should have gone through the self serve section but she had gotten lazy and let the waitress take her order.

With a frown and anger still boiling in her eyes she walked towards the end of the street. She had best be going back home, after all Universities opened tomorrow and she hadn't done any preparation. She just hoped that the scratch marks would be gone by tomorrow, but that was far from her worries right now.