Silently he reached up to touch the tree as if to bid it a farewell. Shortly after he had taken his leave only to spot something he shouldn't have. A shadow, which means he was most likely being followed by his kid brother, Wrath. But all had settled when he saw it was just a human walking by with his hands in his pockets, trying to keep warm. Saito squinted his eyes a bit feeling a slight irritation. Taking his hand off the handle of his Katana, he let himself relax slightly as he went on walking.
The snow slowly turned into slush under his feet as he started to walk on the side of the roads. He had let his mind stop and his feet walk for him. Without much to it there was a change in the air. A cold chilling breeze swept through his long black hair and around his face. He used the sleeve to his clothing to block the air from his eyes, shielding them from the slushed up snow. His body had stiffened this time, the smell was something he wasn't expecting. The familiarizes of that scent had made his feet start to walk faster, almost a run or gliding. He had wanted so badly to stop, but the greed in his body had taken over.
Before even time knew it, he had found himself stopped and his eyes being captured. No movement had come from his body anymore. All he could do was stare. If he had a heart, it would have stopped.
A woman, just on the other side of the street, the only thing parting the two was the road before them and the snow they must push through. But there she stood, blocking the cold breeze from her frail human body. He cheeks red with the cold and her hair almost a flame in the cold white morning. Her barely hidden lips were like a fruit one would want to suck the juice from and her eyes could capture any man's soul or lust.
He'd hope she wouldn't see him, he was probably begging it inside his mind for her not to notice him. It would be easier for him to just walk away and go back. The sound of a bus screeching loudly came up the road. The breaks seemed to have worked, but the ice wasn't agreeing with the tires. Saito acted without thinking, he held his breath as he moved quicker than a speeding car. One hand held onto the handle of his Katana and the other reached for the Firey Woman now before him. He had taken her arm and jerked her back into his body as he slide a few steps back, blocking her view of the bus. When it had finally come to a stop, a bunch of sloppy wet slushy snow sprayed everywhere onto Saito's back, he had leaned forward so none would get on her, meanwhile the bus hitting a tree, but not hard enough to dent it.
Keeping himself composed he looked down at her, eyeing her body to make sure he hadn't done any damage before stepping back and letting go of her once her balance was good. It was a while before he had opened his mouth to finally say anything.
"You'll be fine."
His voice was low and assuring.