The hustle and bustle of the city streets were a welcome sight to the young heiress. After a very long flight filled with a variety of memories and all too fantastic or embarrassing dreams, she was finally back in Japan. Her first mission was a simple one. Get food, get home, and crash for the evening. It wasn't the most romantic of plans, nor was it at all exciting, however a nice hot shower and a soft warm pillow to lay her head on seemed almost all too enticing. Since it was the late afternoon, the markets and restaurants were still open, so she still could get something to eat.
Upon leaving the airport, her phone chimed, signaling that she had received a text message. Taking her phone from her pocket, she inspected the message to find out it was from Akira, which raised Eri's mood almost infinitely. It was very short and concise in Akira's usual fashion.
Welcome back to Japan.
Eri shrugged off wondering how Akira had known she just arrived, knowing that Akira probably had already known she would come out. She was a scary woman, one even Eri wouldn't dare to cross or go up against. Now that the Airport was behind her, she hailed a taxi to take her to the train station, where she would enjoy a relaxing train ride back into the town she remembered so well. It donned on her shortly thereafter that she might bump into someone she remembered, and so crossed her fingers, hoping to see a certain someone.
Yeah right. Cause God just absolutely loves me…
Sighing heavily, she sat back in her seat with her head rolled as far back as would be allowed. Eri watched the scenery change from inside the comforts of the air conditioned vehicle. It was only ten minutes to the train station, so she didn't really get much of a chance to let her mind wander. Once there, she was fortunate enough to catch the train while it was still loading passengers. Lugging her two large suitcases behind her, she was able to get on the train with little difficulty. However, once again, her luck was about to fall short.
As the last few minutes of the boarding passed, Eri felt a little uncomfortable, standing in the crowd, hanging on to both her luggage and her purse. Of course…these weren't the articles that she really had to worry about. Once the train began to leave the station, the blond darted her eyes about, seeing if there were any recognizable faces among her. She had figured there would be, since this is pretty much the time of day everyone got off work and when the trains were filled. Her stop would come up in around fifteen minutes, so she quietly tried to wait it out. Again, her cell phone chimed signaling that she had received a text message, and just as she reached into her purse to check it, she felt something.
Well…not just something, but someone. Rather, someone's hand…and it was slowly caressing it's way up her thigh. Her face slowly began to change colors, from her typically moderate Caucasian tone all the way to a beet red shade of anger. Immediately she dropped her purse in favor of catching the perpetrator before he had gotten his hand any further up her skirt. In a single quick action, she swooped her hand along her backside, not really bothering with anyone around her she may have nudged or elbowed along the way. When she encountered a hand that was too close for comfort, she instinctively wrapped her fingers around any part of it that could be grasped and she held on tightly. It's owner, realizing he had been caught, let out a quick gasp, and pulled hard to retrieve his hand back to safety.
However, fortunately for Eri, and not so much for himself, she had a tight grip on his ring finger. And while he did retrieve his hand back to his side, he also pulled an actively pissed blond haired heiress whom which was known to be a very skilled Kendo practitioner. First off, having refused to release her frail hostage, she returned the strong pull she had received from her assailant in the form of a very strong, though not grotesque, tug on his finger, dislocating it. Letting out an already defeated cry, the man tried to escape the woman's wrath, whom which was unfinished dishing out the appropriate punishment for molesting her. With a quick grab, she caught his other wrist while it flailed and twisted it appropriately and gave it a strong jerk, enough to hurt him and get him to turn and face her. With one final Coup de Grace, she landed a sound knee into the man's groin, dropping him to the ground in front of her.
