He saw a girl and a guy together. At first it seemed they were about to get funky at first glance, but as he lowered his eyes and turned to walk away, the girl shouted at him. Then it clicked. That shout he'd heard mere seconds before was clearer than ever to him now. She was in trouble. He turned back, and took a step in to the room. Was it his place to butt in, to be the hero? It wasn't his thing in the first place, he usually stuck to the shadows when trouble arose, but was it right to do that now? When he could help her now? When no one else was there, or probably be the only one to save her on time?<br/><br/>Then his eyes narrowed, irritation washing over him for a few seconds. What about this girl's friends? Weren't there here? Shouldn't they be the ones to help? He stood there, teetering on the thought of leaving or staying, when the guy looked over at him, annoyance in his eyes.<br/><br/>"Hey, emo dude. Butt out and fucking mind your own damn business. What do you think you are, dressed like that? Some sort of goth demon wannabe?" That was what pissed Konji off, tipping the scales, his eyes angry now. Now... oh now he was definitely going to butt in, and kick ass while he was at it.<br/><br/>Stepping forward, his fingers curling in to fists, his lips lifted in to a snarl, showing off razor sharp fangs. "What the fuck makes you think you have the right to tell me what to do?" It wasn't really that the guy tried telling him what to do, rather the fact the guy had compared him to a demon. "Why don't you just spare yourself some pain and get the fuck out. Leave the girl alone. I can already tell she ain't interested in your nasty ass. I mean come on." He rolls his eyes, sarcasm dripping from his voice like poison. "You had to DRUG her? Wow. Seems pretty damn desperate if you ask me." The guy stands up, obviously triggered, releasing his hold on the girl's wrists, and has an angry look on his face. "Shut the fuck up. You don't know shit, punk."<br/><br/>Konji just laughs, dryly, growing tired of this conversation really quickly. "If you're gonna bring it, then do it already. I don't got all day." The guy huffs, a smirk on his face now. "Oh yeah? Try me! I'll kick your a-" Before he could even finish his sentence, Konji had stepped forward, spun in a circle, kicking out, the heel of his foot landing square in the guy's chin, and sends him flying across the room, smashing in to the wall and sliding to the ground, unconscious.<br/><br/>He then walks over to the girl, and moves the collar from her mouth, which the guy had put there to shut her up after she'd screamed. "There. No dudes to bother you now. Or at least perved ones. You should really watch what you drink...you won't always have someone to save you." With this said, he scoops her up in his arms, recognizing her as one of the students who went to the same school as he did. Leaving the room, he walks down the stairs, and then looks around the living room to see if anyone would recognize her.<br/><br/>A young male, similar in appearance to her, spots them, and comes over, a worried look on his face. Glancing down at her, now unconscious, she apparently passed out from either shock or exhaustion from the trauma, he looks back up at her, a slight look of concern twinkling in his eyes. "Uh...so yeah. Some dude attacked her, but as you can see she's fine now. The guy is upstairs still. She'll be okay, I think. Nothing happened."