The giant of a bodyguard was staring down a girl who appeared to be just wrapping up middle school. She was rather fit for her age, and her chestnut hair framed a heavily made-up face in a way that he couldn't stop observing. She had a particularly autumn coloured gyaru style, and a prominent pout on her face.
"Hey, big guy! Can you, like, move it? I'm trying to catch up to someone, here."
The "person" she was referring to was undoubtedly his current client, the Super High School Level All-Star, Leon Kuwata. She had been following the two for some time, and he had been docile up to now, but this had gone on long enough. Confrontation was needed.
"I am afraid I cannot allow that. You have been following my client for quite awhile now…"
"Oi, oi, Madarai," a voice called out, cutting off anything the bodyguard might have wanted to add, and prompting the stalker to light up in ecstasy, "Relax, already. It's just my cousin…"
The girl planted her hands on her hips, looking up at Madarai. "Is this /really/ the guy you hired? The world's best? He's totally whack."
"What's whack is you still saying 'whack' like it's a thing, Kanon…" Leon retorted, rolling his eyes. Madarai was silent, partially to evaluate the situation a bit, and partially because he refused to call the girl by anything less than her full name. Leon seemed to pick up on this, indicating such with a load groan. "Kanon Nakajima, my cousin, Madarai."
Madarai perked up a little, bowing deeply at the other, "Kanon Nakajima, it's nice to meet you."
"Uhhh….right. Anyway, Big Brother, you need to get to practise!"
Leon scowled significantly at that, he couldn't stand that word in the context of baseball. "Didn't we have an agreement, Kanon? 160 kilometres an hour, or you can't do this sorta thing."
Madarai quickly bristled, fingers slightly curled in on themselves. "She isn't supposed to be within your vicinity? Shall I escort her away?"
Leon quickly raised a hand to the other, putting him on standby, "Nah, nah. She'll leave just fine, alright? We just had a little deal, is all."
"A deal?"
Kanon's turn this time, looking a tad...dismal. "I need to throw a baseball 160 kilometres an hour before he'll acknowledge me. Fine, fine, I'll go…." With that, she gave the bodyguard a nasty look before taking off.
Madarai turned towards the all-star, a hairless brow raised. "Permission to speak freely, Leon Kuwata."
"Whatever, and cut that full name thing out, Jesus…"
"Perhaps a bodyguard shouldn't be involved in the family affairs of his client...but I can't help but wonder why you would keep your cousin at bay. Family is...well, a family is one of the most concrete things a person has...blood runs thicker than water."
"The one time you wanna stop actin' like a robot...jeez. Look, Madarai, you don't get it, Kanon wants me to /acknowledge/ her, y'know? I mean, she's working the whole "it's legal" card." He gave a brief pause, and glared up at Madarai, "Who are you to talk about that?! Aren't you an only child?!"
"I am, but that doesn't disqualify me from having a view on such things."
"What happened to an ideal bodyguard settin' it aside for a client?!"
"That's why I asked to speak freely, and isn't that something you want me to do more?"
Leon, defeated, rolled his eyes, "Oh fuck you, Man. Just see if I sign another contract when the month ends. Just see, Man."
"I suppose I will," Madarai said with a dismissive wave, as the two resumed walking.