That Blonde Guy

Chapter 13

Keisuke Baji.

That was the long-haired pervert's name.

He didn't tell me, though. I just heard it when he told it to my mom. When we got to my house, my mom was there outside, waiting for me. She was worried because I was out for too long, but the long-haired pervert immediately explained.

"Your daughter was stupid and twisted her ankle, Ma'am," he said. And yes, he emphasized on 'stupid'. "I saw her on the street and decided to help her."

I wanted to say that it was actually half his fault because he literally harassed me, but I decided to not to speak. I mean, at least, he helped me and took me home. It was really kind of him considering that he was a pervert, an actual retard, and a complete asshole.

My mom looked at me, to my injured foot, and then back to the long-haired asshole beside me. "Thank you so much," she said. "What's your name?"

And that's when he said his name.

My mom was so grateful to him for saving me that she ended up inviting him in for dinner, and the asshole didn't even refuse. I was ready to protest but before I could even open my mouth to speak, he already smiled and happily said, "I'd love to, Ma'am. What's the food?"

And now, here we are. My mom cooking in the kitchen, me slouched in the sofa massaging my injured foot, and Yuki playing video game with the long-haired asshole called Keisuke. I was having a hard time to digest the fact that the fanged pervert I met on the street weeks ago was now inside my house, playing with my brother, and was invited by my mom to dinner.

I sighed. Just what is happening in my life?

"No way, you beat me again!" Yuki said. "You're so good!"

"Been playing this since grade school, I'm an expert," said the asshole. "Want some tips?"

"Sure, teach me!"

"You just gotta hit this once the enemy approaches, and then--"

"Wait, I'll write it," said Yuki. "I'll just go get some notes."

My brother stood up and ran to his room. Keisuke-asshole and I were left there in the living room, and he looked at me as I continued massaging my foot.

"How's it?"

"What do you think, asshole?" I said, making sure Mom wouldn't hear me.

He chuckled and smirked. "It's 'Saviour' for you."

Saviour my ass.

I was surprised that the asshole knew how to be polite. That night, in the dining table, he sat right beside Yuki like a complete different person. Talkative and energetic. He was talking with my brother and my mom the whole time, saying stuff like, "wow, the chicken is so good Ma'am, are you a kitchen goddess or something?"

And that, I knew, was the moment he became my mom's new favorite guest.

I just watched him as he laughed with them, his little fangs showing. I was fighting the urge to roll my eyes seeing him bond with my family like he didn't harass me thirty minutes earlier. My brother was so fond of him. Even my mom. He wasn't uttering a single 'fuck' as he talked with them--which was surprising knowing that he talked to me earlier with 'fuck' in his every sentence.

I wasn't sure if he was just pretending to be well-mannered, but he sure knew how to act. He even helped my mom with the dishes after we ate. He then played with Yuki for another half an hour before he finally left around nine-thirty, saying that he still have some other things to do.