The first time that Kurama ever laid eyes on her, was when he was standing at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to turn green. Up until then, his day had been fairly uneventful thus far. He'd gotten up, gone to work, and a little bit before lunch time, his mother had called him to ask if he would like to meet up and have his lunch with her.
Something that he was incredibly happy about given the fact that she knew that he often grew rather tired of his female Co-workers/employee's attempting to corner him. And thus, had driven him to hiding in various places in his own company just to be able to eat his lunches in peace.
He was checking his watch to see if he was going to be late since the light was taking more than a few minutes just to change when he heard a commotion coming from across the street.
Lifting his head, he caught sight of a scruffy, dirty looking man barreling out into the street, causing a car to come to a screeching halt lest it accidentally hit him.
He blinked as he turned his head to track the man with his eyes before realizing that the guy was clutching a purse. Normally, he would have dismissed this fact as something that wasn't his business...but this time he didn't. The purse looked like the designer one that his father had bought for his mother for her birthday.
He remembered the item well due to the fact that he had helped his father to pick it out for her. Not only that, but the small heart shaped charm attached to it looked alarmingly like the one that his brother had given to her.
He didn't need to think on it any more beyond that before he went tearing down the street after the guy.
It was easy for him to catch up to the guy after a few minutes. His agility, coupled with his long legs and his ability to literally sniff a person out due to his demon senses made it easier on him than it would for a normal human. So, it wasn't as if the guy could hide from him or shake him no matter how hard he may try.
He managed to get close enough to almost reach out and grab him, when someone stepped out into the street ahead of he and the other man, and though he stopped.
The other guy obviously hadn't been paying very close attention otherwise he would have stopped to. And then end result of that was that Kurama got to see the stranger clothesline him with their arm. The purse snatcher went down, and the stranger reached down and grabbed the purse and tucked it under one of...her arms?
"Jerk. What the hell are you doing snatching this from that poor woman?" The woman spat out in an angry tone that had Kurama blinking though he totally agreed with her.
The man should be completely ashamed of himself.
Letting himself take a moment to eye the woman, curiously, he became vaguely aware of the fact that the purse snatcher was shaking the blow he'd received off. In all likelihood, he was probably going to run again. But without the purse this time.
Or at least that was what Kurama thought until the guy pulled a knife out of his pants pocket and lunged for the woman.
Everything happened so fast after that that he could barely keep up with what happened. But it went something like this. The woman had been starting to walk towards the demon with the purse safely tucked under her arm, at the time of the guy's lunge.
He had been ready to step between the man and the woman- if only to prevent her from being harmed. But she somehow managed to catch the guy's weapon hand, the knife easily piercing and tearing through the flesh of her palm, and she used her fingers to grip the guy and his knife as tightly as she could to keep him from moving to attack her again. And then she backhanded him sharply with her free hand.
Kurama's jaw dropped open in shock as he saw the guy go down once again.
And he became vaguely aware of the fact that she had somehow managed to tuck the purse into the waistband of her pants, out of the way, between the few seconds that stretched out between the attack and her retaliation.
This time, when the guy shook the blow off, he ran. Which was a very smart move on his part, all things considered. But it now left Kurama alone with the woman and she was injured.
She was staring down at her injured hand, the knife still embedded in it as he mentally shook himself and began to approach her.
"Miss? Are you alright?"
It was a stupid question, he knew. But he still felt the need to ask it as he drew close enough to survey the damage done to her hand for himself, noting that the blade of the knife had gone all the way through her hand, between a couple of her knuckles. While absentmindedly pulling a kerchief from his jacket pocket for her to use to try and stop the bleeding since she was already beginning to pull the blade out of her flesh without any regard for any further damage to herself.
This was slightly upsetting to him, though he wasn't really sure why it would even matter to him.
But the second that the knife was out, he reached out and snatched her injured limb in a tight grip- aware of the sharp hiss that his hold elicited despite the fact that she didn't react to his presence nor the pain in her hand otherwise.
He took a moment to carefully wrap and tie the kerchief around her hand. Making sure to knot the ends so tightly that it may cut off the circulation so that the injury would stop bleeding soon.
"There, that should work as a make-shift bandage until you can get to the hospital." He said in a gentle tone, idly wondering if she had gone into shock on him since she still hadn't said anything yet.
"Thanks." She finally said after a heartbeat or two of more silence. After which she sighed and pulled the purse from the waist band of her pants and frowned at it.
Kurama wasn't a mind reader. He never had been despite knowing others who would argue otherwise. But upon seeing her frowning down at the purse, he had a pretty good idea of what she was thinking.
Letting one of his trademark smiles curve his lips, he then said. "Miss, I believe I recognize that purse and may know who it belongs too."
She lifted her head a bit and looked at him, giving him a good look at her face for the first time.
He wasn't sure why, but his breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened in startled shock at seeing her face. She was a breathtakingly beauty. Young, perhaps between her late teens and early twenties.
Her features were delicate, her skin smooth and unblemished, she had the most fetching shade of strawberry blond hair that he'd ever seen on anyone before.
The blond of her hair blended with multiple shades of red, copper, and rose. Giving her hair a strangely pretty appearance that reminded him of the leaves on trees in the autumn when they turned colors. It was cut in a shoulder length bob that made the strands fall around her face prettily.
She had yellow-colored eyes too!
The color reminding him of his own eyes when he was in his Yoko form. She was tall for a female as well. Her height making her nearly as tall as he was despite the fact that the top of her head only reached his chin.
Her body was toned and athletic without being overly skinny or slim. And she had generous curves as well. All in all, she was a very appealing woman.
So much so that he seemed to forget his next words since she seemed to be waiting for him to say something else about the purse. But when he simply stared at her and didn't speak, she grew irritated with him and simply grabbed hold of one of his hands and put the purse in it. Forcing his fingers to close around it since he couldn't seem to get his body to do as he wanted right then. And once that was done, she politely told him that she was leaving and then turned and started walking away.
She got halfway to the street across from where they had been before when he finally managed to get his mind working again just in time to call out to her and ask for her name.
However, she didn't turn. Nor did she bother to give him her name.
She just...walked away and left him there feeling kind of weird. Almost like he'd just been rejected by her in some way. He didn't like the strange feeling any. Not one little bit.