'Reticent Watcher' is my sort of new man 'Fanon' for the characters of Dragunov and Lili.
This setup visits the sort of not-unheard of 'theme' of Dragunov ending up as sort of a 'guard' for Lili. This theme has been used in several fics, in different ways, but I decided to do my take on it. It spans four chapters, and as usual, it gets really filthy at a point because it's me and of course it does. Very NSFW stuff.
As always, Namco owns these characters and Tekken, not me.
I could have helped take care of things. He knows I can fight. Plus, there's Sebastian. And our personal guards. Why did he have to go this far?
Lili Rochefort had her entire summer planned out months before. She was going to finish her junior year and then do some traveling with a few friends. Maybe even getting into some more fighting tournaments, which she knew her father sort of despised. She was planning on lots of things.
But her father had ended up in a bit of trouble again with the Zaibatsu. However this time he seemed to have some sort of extra protection. Recently he had been meeting with a high-up of a Russian oil corporation, and was going there for some business deals with another cybernetics corporation located out of Belgium. He would have the best guards and services...but he feared for his daughter, as roughly half of their current guards had to go with him.
One of the Russian fellows-who had ties to the military-managed to set up a rather interesting trade. Well, money for services. Sort of like a mercenary deal. The sum was quite grand, and because of this, the military passed on who may have been their best man...since it was only for a summer. The money was great enough that they were willing to do this.
That man was Sergei Dragunov, and he was now standing in the manor, looking out of the front door as Lili milled about.
Sergei had said all of three words to her since he had arrived a week ago. He had his own quarters, fairly near to hers in the east wing of the mansion, two floors up. He rarely spoke, and he frightened most of her friends that came over. Not that he went out of his way to...he was just plain scary.
It's not that he looked bad. Quite the opposite-he was actually very attractive. To her, anyway. Her friends were a bit weirded out by him-the few that visited this summer, in any case-as most of them were going on the trip that she was supposed to go on.
He was very tall-towering over most of her other guards by a full head-and so pale that she wondered how he didn't burst into flames when he walked outdoors. His eyes were such a pale blue they were nearly white, and his gaze was unsettling. His hair was worn longer than usual, but some was kept neatly pulled back; he was cleanly shaven and well groomed as most military men tended to be on duty. When she first met him, he was wearing his dress outfit-tie, long sleeves, jacket and officer's cap. She thought he must have been sweltering outside as it had been over ninety degrees, but his expression did not change. Now he wore a bit less; cargo trousers, heavy combat boots, and a sleeveless shirt; he did wear a sort of vest over this which turned out to be Kevlar. He had only a knife on his belt and some sort pistol holstered at his side; she didn't know guns too well so she had no idea what kind it was. He had a lot of scars on his body, though she knew he was no stranger to combat.
She even remembered his name in one of the past King of Iron Fist tournaments, and some rather violent rumors that surrounded him.
Sebastian had told her more. He had met him before she did, as he had been along with Mr. Rochefort on the trip to pick him up; but his nickname was the 'White Angel of Death' because of his prowess on the battlefield. He didn't go into details, but Lili could read between the lines and understand that meant 'He killed a whole lot of people.' She had watched him train one day; his blows were so fierce and his strength so great a single, brutal roundhouse kick was able to break one of the heavier training bags, so she was able to quickly deduce what he could do to a human being.
The silence could be the most unsettling at times, though. Speaking only when necessary, and only as many words as needed to convey his thoughts. Sure, if he had to relay a proper message he would, but he seemed to despise idle chatter and small talk. He was polite though, and would greet her whenever she came in with a nod of his head and a courteous bow. She wondered how good his English was, and was assured by Sebastian that it was fluent. Which was good, since it turned out while he did speak a couple of other languages besides Russian and English, French was not one of them. He knew a few words; many military types she heard did pick up bits and pieces. His voice could even be intimidating the odd times he talked-it was quite deep, though he spoke quietly.
But there was something still a bit off about him being there. She felt a bit trapped and overly guarded. She wondered why she wouldn't have been fine with herself, their current handful of bodyguards, and Sebastian-the old man could hold his own when necessary, and he actually knew how to shoot a rifle; rich older men, Lili remembered, tended to take part in hunting and the like.
Sebastian said that he was aging and but one man; he was not nearly skilled enough to take on some of the potential enemies their father had, and Lili knew deep down that fighting people like certain blowhard tomboys and other tournament people was a far cry from taking on people with large guns. Their guards who patrolled the estate were skilled enough, but her father-always demanding the best for his daughter-wanted more. He was going to get several men, but after talking with the one high-ranking officer, discovered this one man could do the job of many, and one man was also more subtle and less of a target.
So, there was Sergei, now living at their estate for the summer...and possibly into the fall, with her father recently letting them know about a sudden extension to the trip.
Sergei himself wasn't too bothered, though he would have preferred to have been back in his environment doing actual combat-oriented things rather than guarding a teenager that talked a bit too much. She was well-mannered, though-close to eighteen, so about ten years younger than he-and really not as difficult as someone of her status could have been.
His orders were fairly simple; watch her. If she went out, he was to follow, though he could keep as comfortable of a distance as he felt. If anyone tried to harm her, he was to deal with them in whatever manner he felt appropriate. Mr. Rochefort, a pacifist, said those words to him with a bit of a grimace, since he knew what that probably entailed from a man whom had probably killed more men with his bare hands than his entire unit had with firearms.
He wasn't unhappy with his location, at least. The mansion was...well, impressive didn't even begin to describe it. It was more a gargantuan manor; the main building being three floors and bigger than the one base he stayed on. It sat on many acres, and had about anything he wanted. He had keys to every place he needed. His room was close to Lili's, on the second floor, near the end of a giant hallway. Most of the time he simply patrolled the manor and the grounds closest-the outdoor pool area, the gazebo, patio and garage. He had full use of the training facilities which he used daily. He did not seem to need much sleep-he went to bed after midnight and woke around six.
He was fairly well suited to this job as he had the uncanny ability to take boredom well...which was good for a job like this. He found himself occasionally in their huge library; Sergei was rather well read, though mostly he enjoyed things on military history...which he found some interesting things on in the Rochefort's collection. They had a little of everything, though. The heat of the Monaco summer didn't bother him too much, as Western and Central Russia could actually get quite hot in the summer as well.
He looked out the front door of the manor and decided to patrol the grounds again. It didn't hurt to be diligent even during the day, after all.
As he walked around, he bumped into Lili, who had been coming from the kitchen after her coffee. He nodded politely, as she smoothed her long, blonde hair out. Lili looked older than her seventeen years-well, closer to eighteen-would let on; she probably could have passed for around twenty or so. Taller than most girls, though still considerably shorter than Sergei, she was fair-skinned, blue-eyed, and had a toned dancer's build. She kept herself very well-taken care of at all times. Most men found themselves looking very easily, though Sergei was generally above such things.
"Hi," she said, stopping.
He stopped, looking at her.
She blinked. "You don't like to talk much, do you?"
Sergei shook his head.
Lili raised an eyebrow. "Would asking how your first week has been be too much?"
"It has been pleasant."
She snorted laughter. "I'll leave you on your way, then." He's not one for small talk. Or any sort of talk for that matter.
Sergei nodded again and kept making his rounds.
She looked over, chuckling again. Couldn't you have maybe found a more exciting guard, Daddy?
Checking the time, she figured she ought to start her training, to follow up with a swim. It was quite hot today.
Lili had come inside after some time in the pool-one of her favorite summer pastimes. The weather started to get overcast, threatening rain-summer storms were common-so she decided to come in to relax and perhaps even have a nap.
As she walked by the main kitchen, she heard a strange sound coming from the patio outside of it. It sounded like...singing?
Who sings here? She took piano lessons and started to show an interest in the violin as well, but she did not know anyone else in the house that did. Maybe one of the servants had a hidden talent?
It was talent she thought, too; as she got closer, the voice was deep, very bold, and was seemingly singing some sort of opera...in a language she had to think about to recognize for a moment. While she did not speak it, she could recognize it now by the sound.
The voice was singing in Russian.
No...way.
She picked up the pace, creeping quietly outside the kitchen and glancing in.
She saw Sergei standing on the patio outside the kitchen, having a cigarette. No one was around. She kept listening...and he was, indeed, singing.
Lili could not have been more surprised if Jin and Hwoarang-whom she had known from the tournament-had flown in on a magic carpet and told her that no, there really was nothing going on between them.
A smile crept onto her face. It was really damn good. She wondered if he was trained. She almost even recognized the piece-while her musical tastes were fairly broad-from rock to pop to other odds and ends-she was fairly schooled in the classics, as were most that went to the extremely rich private schools that she did. She wondered if he could sing in other styles.
This went on a few more moments, when it stopped, and she heard his heavy heels echoing on the floor as he came back inside and closed the door. She quickly left, tiptoeing around the corner before running up the back flight of stairs, chuckling.
Seems like my guard has another side to him.
She had no idea why this amused her so. Maybe it was even more than that-it impressed her. His voice was rather lovely, and she was kind of happy to find out that the seemingly unflappable, stoic, emotionless killer commando her father 'gifted' her with had some hidden depths to him.
She decided not to let him know, that she saw, though.
Not yet, anyway.
As she got changed, she thought about what her upcoming summer might be like. She hoped that it wouldn't be as boring as she first thought.
Be careful what you wish for, Lili.
Maybe you don't want too much excitement...
Basic starter chapter, nothing much here but introductions and the like, fairly short and sweet. Lili does think in some amusing ways; I really try to mix the classic 'elegant rich bitch' with 'teenage girl' as best possible. Think it was successful.