Kakashi x Reader [English]

Chapter 16

(Y/n)'s POV:

I really tried to prolong the comeback to my house, hanging around with Genma as much as I could, and afterwards walking around by myself. But it got to a point in the night where I just couldn't push it farther anymore. Luckily, and also really strangely, when I came back to my home it was as empty as it had been previously on the day when I came to check everything. The door was still open, and there were many things used as well as a bunch of notes and letters the stalker must have left. But after checking everything twice I was sure that I was alone. I locked everything down as well as I could, knowing that it wouldn't be of much, and then I decided that maybe a shower could help get rid of the creeps I had been having on my back for the whole evening. Needless to say, I took the shower without closing my eyes for a single second, still remembering the time where the stalker seemed to have been in the bathroom with me when I also was taking a shower.

As I finished showering I changed myself into my pajamas and walked into my room drying my hair with a towel. 'I doubt I'll sleep anytime soon' I thought to myself as I felt anything but sleepiness. It was then when I remembered the bunch of letters and notes the stalker had left on the coffee table from the living room. I decided to take a look at them. I threw the towel away in my bedroom and headed to the door.

I opened it as I nonchalantly walked towards the couch and coffee table, tucking a strand of my (h/c) behind my ear. However, I stopped dead in my tracks once I realized the figure of someone sitting on my sofa. Not only was someone there but they were also emitting really weird sounds. I slowly and silently approached, kunai in hand, and feeling curious about seeing his face and what were those weird sounds. Unfortunately, the weapon fell from my hands as I let out a silent scream at the realization of what were those sounds.

The stalker, who had his face covered in a black balaclava helmet but his pants unbuckled and half down, turned around at the slight sound of my choked yell. My eyes widened once I realized he had noticed me, and also because I saw the pieces of my clothing he was holding while spreading himself on my furniture.

Before I could form another thought, or even realize I had been left without a weapon, the stalker vanished from in front of me. And as soon as he had disappeared I felt a grip on my throat from behind me, pushing me over the couch and making both of us fall to the floor. He straddled me as he leaned his weight on my throat, making it difficult for me to breathe.

I moved fastly my hands to his around my throat, trying to get them away, but as that deemed useless I opted for moving them to his own throat. However, because of the lack of air, I was also having less and less energy and thus chakra, which meant I could barely do any force on him.

I tried to kick him with my legs but he was really clenching his hands around my throat, making me feel my head as if it was about to explode. I couldn't do anything but struggle under him, trying to reach the kunai that had fallen too far from me while he kept pumping himself over me. 'So this was it, this was how I was gonna end. Would I wake up? What would he do to me? How pathetic' I started to think things like that as I felt my chest burn and started to drift unconscious.

But then, a massive mouthful of oxygen filled my lungs again making me choke desperately. I groggily opened my lids to see two blurry figures fighting in my living room. I tried to sit up as I watched my front door broken on the floor. Then one figure ran away from the place while the other one, the silver-haired man, seemed to double himself. One of the silver heads left after my stalker and attacker while the other one approached quickly to me, coming out of the blur and letting me see him slightly better.

Still, I was too shocked and dizzy from the lack of air, and the only thing I remembered was being under the attack and hold of a pervert. Which only made me back away on the floor,  scared and curling myself up in a ball as I brought my hands to my aching neck. Not even realizing I had tears running down my face since who knows when. Also not quite processing the severity of what had just happened.