Name: Akira kazumi

Gender: male

Age: 17

Origin: unknown

Family: unknown

Height: around 5"5

Build: slight build, nothing suitable

Distinct characteristics: white hair and different colours eyes.

Personality: neutral but show affection those who are close. he is logical and strategic. He is slightly mischievous but he can control himself. has a slight short temper when meet with something annoying.

Notes:

- Has been noticed to have uncanny ability to predict future.

- His eyes are sight to behold, extremely rare. He is most likely will attract unwanted attention.

- Very good in sword fighting.

- Seem to have good education.

- Very attracted to music and festivals.

- Incredible sense of hearing and smelling

Look like this ...….....…

Akira POV

" Akira, see you tomorrow, tell me what you think of the latest episode, alright.?" My best friend, mika, says as we part ways at the crossroads. His bright blonde hair stark remark of a foreigner, as he is from America.

"Okay, but I will have kendo( sword fighting) practice today, so I have to head over to the dojo. I am not sure if I'll able to watch it tonight."I reply as I run a hand through my white, silverish hair in a nervous manner. He pouts at me then shakes it off. "Alright, Bright-eyes good luck!" I roll my eyes at the nickname.

Due to my case of heterochromia, I have had attracted a lot of attention and have been given nickname and labels of all shorts. I have been called Bright-eyes by some, while others tends choose to more rude nickname like ‘freak’ , ‘weirdo' and more. I have gotten used to insult over years, though my left eye is bright blue, but my right eye is sharp gold, which is something rare in the world . Why I have this condition you may ask, I have no idea I have been told it is because my eyes lack a certain pigment, that they have different colours. But other than that, this is normal for me I have born this way

I walk along the sidewalk with my school and kedo bag on my shoulder. being in my second year in high school was alot simpler than I thought. it was the same routine as last year and the year before that and before that. I sigh my life is just a record or repeat, ain't it.

‘I wish that my life was exciting as the anime I watch.'

Mika, being the bubbly boy that he is, was so fascinated with anime when he is in Japan. when he and I became friend, he started to try to get me into anime.. I had been recently watching ‘shirayukihime' or better known as ‘snow white with red hair'. it is really amazing and I am on last episode so I am dying to get home.

I was deep in thought as I walked I snapped out it when I realised that the only footsteps I hear are my own. nobody was around which is surprising.

I continue to walk down the side walk when suddenly I see a glinting light shining from the ground. I stop and looked around.

it was an armlet.

I picked it up and examine it in my hand and twist it to view other side. the armlet was gold in colour. as I shift the armlet around in my hand. I noticed an inscription on the inside the ring. I started to read it loud ‘for those who believe in wishes, take head of this advice. for just like the fox, a wish is always more trickier than it seems' I finish write a puzzled expression.

suddenly the fox shifted in my hand. I almost dropped the armlet but kept it in my hand, “was that my imagination”? I watch it closely for any sign of movement, it stood still I let out a breath that I didn't realise I was holding “May be it my was imagination..…… I mumble to myself. then the foz eye opened to reveal bright green eyes and held them with a calculating, intelligent look, almost as it were assessing me. I was too shocked to do anything but stare.

it made a little nod to itself as if it were confirming something in its mind. it uncurled itself and stood in my palm. I didn't know what to do, my mind blank and my body frozen. it stretched a little before turning back to me “ you are oddly calm" a smooth, deep, male voices said I looked around for the source of the mysterious voice, but ultimately find no one around, “ over here, the fox" the voice came again. I turn back the metal fox in my hand.

I swallow the hump forming in my throat “ you're the fox?" it simply nodded it's metallic head before running up my arm. “ what the-?" I exclaim as I take a step back to adjust myself. the small fox ignore it and ran up to my upper arm. it wrapped itself around my biceps, forming it's original form, nothing moving at all. it's as if world held its breath.

but then again the saying calm before the storm fits perfectly for this situation.

a bright bluish light sourrounded me from my eyes. the fox armlet, which was resting on the long sleeves of my uniform, started to burn slightly looking over to my arm. I was shocked to see the armlet sinking into the fabric to my arm underneath.

the light grew brighter and brighter and so.

I was envelope in it. before I knew it I was unable to pick out sorrounding. I fell my upper arm burning from what I knew it was from armlet.

then I was fallen.