As she saw it

The first thing she noticed was his bold head. She was pressed against the wall, the prophecy of the note left in front of her house coming to be true - she was to be SA'd today. This thought now circulated in her head in an endless loop of terror. When that appalling face of a predator disappeared, she saw the light reflect on the bold head of the other person. She had to close her eyes for a second due to this light blinding her. He had said something to her offender, but she missed it still in shock. All her thoughts started to spiral around in her head, making her freeze even more.

The notes, the cryptic messages, prophesies about her sexual assaults, all of that, while this prick touched her chin, playing with her hair. She felt dirty, willing to shower, and wash all of this disgusting filth off of her. After several moments she looked up, seeing a fight, if you can call it that. The bald guy was slapping the bastard with a weird stick, leaving him no chance of reply. He looked so good this bald guy. He was wearing traditional Japanese clothes, which made him look way cool in her mind, like one of those aloof, mysterious guys from romantic anime, she thought. He was not extremely tall, maybe around 180cm, not too much taller than her. Later, while trying to find the wound on his leg she managed to touch it, not on purpose of course, but she realized he was pretty muscular, not very thin. She weirdly felt some kind of trust in him, even though it might have been him leaving her those messages. She looked down, feeling dizzy, closing her ears, trying to calm herself. She should be running away. But her body was frozen in place.

Stupid response, I always thought I would either fight or run away - those supposed to be the two main psychological responses to the threat anyway, what am I doing? I would have died if I had to live among the Neanderthals. Oh god, why am I thinking about this right now?

Her head was a mess. But when she saw his legs in front of her, a knife sticking out of his thigh, she immediately was brought back to her senses. When it came to saving others she was way more reactive, compared when it came to herself. So she, despite any caution, asked a man to follow her home. Somehow trusting he was okay. Nervous, all of the journey home she could not stop talking, perhaps due to the excitement that she had survived, was not raped, and was going to do some cool, TV-show worthy surgery soon.

How disappointed she was at first when she realized there was no surgery to be done. She did not even get to clean the wound, how boring. However, on the other hand, even more intriguing was Yoshio's ability to heal. She was not dismissive of the fact that the knife was definitely real and that she probably was not tricked. She really had hoped at that point that it was not a huge scam where two men worked together to enter the girl's apartment, right? It would be too complex, and unnecessary so.

Yoshio did not try anything funny while she was cooking, and since she did notice how he "found" her scissors and a sewing kit without actually moving, she confirmed to herself that he was a magical being at least. She was too pushy though, as she pressured for answers, and probably made some mistakes along the way. There was still no clear understanding as to why this guy saved her, but it seemed that the creepy guys were his obsession, as this was the only topic that made him seem interested in the conversation.

As she looked at the space, where Yoshio stood a moment ago, she cursed herself for being too pushy and annoying. She just had to be herself, why? Why didn't she mask herself off, as she usually does in front of other people? He was Japanese, and she probably made him experience a cultural shock. Especially, if he was some kind of thousand-year-old yokai or deity. He was probably annoyed and shocked to his guts, he just had to leave. Or maybe she was rude about him being bold, which could be a sensitive topic, men usually do not enjoy being bold... But she did mention that she did not think it was bad. Well, what was she thinking, talking about a person's possible insecurity half an hour later after she learned their name? Stupid.

She felt drained. After taking a shower (twice), she cleaned the dishes, put some leftover food in the fridge, looked around her apartment, and sighed. Nice to know, that he kinda finished his portion of the meal. Also, good it was Saturday tomorrow, at least she could clean this mess before he comes. If he comes. She sighed again. It was not too late to go to sleep yet, so it would probably be logical to finish watching some new anime episodes from today. She put her computer screen up, searching for something there. Then closed that window, and googled the list of existing yokai. She remembered that there was this bold one, Mikoshi-nyūdō, speculating that this guy might be him too. She wanted to see what was about him. After reading the Wikipedia page though she was not very satisfied.

"Another creep", she sighed, "Does not seem to be this guy, right?"

She really did hope he was not malicious. Usually, men were always trying to get to her, making comments and suggestions, some sort of curse she thought. She did not get it, but assumed she just looked approachable. That is why she did some tattoos, colored her hair in unnatural colors, and had piercings - she heard it's is a turn-off for some men. However, she was not sure why it did not help anyway. Maybe it was her destiny. However, this yokai, or whoever he was, did not make any attempts, and did not look at her in the same predatory manner. He did not say anything and did not do anything that could have been suspicious. Thus, she decided to see what was about him, hoping she would be able to deduce (or ask) what he was tomorrow.