Protect Me

~~~Prologue~~~

The trembling man frantically backed away from another figure with a disturbed expression, humming tunelessly.

"Please... don't hurt me..!"

Ruby eyes glinted in the darkness of the night. Lips curled into a malicious smirk, revealing pointy fangs.

"Don't hate me for this, officer~"

"AHHHHH!"

That look of terror - ah, he really want to see that in his precious little angel. Soon... soon... soon...

Chapter 1: Strawberry Yoghurt

"Who the heck are you?" A blond around the age of eighteen scowled towards a black-haired man in a black suit who uninvitingly appeared at his doorstep one fine morning.

"Your bodyguard. Amane Yuuichirou, at your service!" With blinding white smiles, the man introduced himself, bowing in respect as he walked into the entrance.

"Don't tell me..."

"..?"

"...my mom sent you here, didn't she?"

"Yes! Madam Dominique assigned me just this morning. It's-"

"Go away."

"Eh?"

"I said - scram! You can go and tell her I don't need any bodyguard, that I can protect myself!" The blond yelled in exasperation as he shoved the befuddled man outside his house before twisting the lock forcefully. "This is such a pain in the ass. Mother should leave me be already!"

The teen dragged his feet towards the fridge and popped open a strawberry flavored yoghurt drink, his favorite since five, before slurping it out in vehement. The chilled fruity treat soon calmed him down. Not for long though...

Azure blue eyes fell unto a black suited man, comfortably sitting at the kitchen table, sipping steamy hot tea, "That won't do, obocchan. Your door lock was a bit... flimsy."

"Pffft-?!" The content in his mouth spurted out instantaneously. The poor boy, currently coughing and hacking, almost choked on the sugary drink by the sudden appearance of a man he thought he'd chased out already.

The yoghurt drink slipped out of the blond's hand and dropped to the cold hard ground, small puddle of pink liquid formed around the drink carton.

"W-what the hell are you do - wait, how did you get in here?!"

The new bodyguard obediently answered, "The front door."

"But - but I just - I did locked the door-" The blond rambled in disbelief when he realized...

"-YOU BROKE THE LOCK?!"

"Well, if it's that easy to be broken, you might want to install a more reinforced lock then." Neon eyes coolly steadied into angry blue ones.

The infuriated young male almost tore his golden hair off in absolute irk. God dammit, the nerves! Who gave him the right to break into my house?!

"You're no worse than that damned stalker! That's it, I'm calling the police...!" He whipped out his phone and dialed the three digits. Seconds before he could tap on the call icon, the blond felt a strong hand encircling his wrist and the other snaking around his lean waist.

"No, you don't, young master. Your mother had paid me and I have accepted the job. I will see through my task until the end." The older man took the smartphone out of the blond's grip before placing it on top of the marbled table in a flash. "And please, call me Yuu-chan." He winked playfully afterwards.

Chomp!

"Ow!" Yuu winced, his hold around the boy was automatically released as he tended to his right hand, a teeth mark now visible. The blondie had actually bit him, that ferocious little kitty! Yuu thought, amazement evident in his bright green eyes.

"Don't touch me so casually, perverted old man! And fix that damn broken lock right now!" Having finished commanding his 'bodyguard', the blond stormed upstairs towards his room. He needed to get away from that psycho for now. He needed to calm himself down. He needed nothing more than to; draw.

Hiring a bodyguard, what difference would that make? He'll just end up getting others hurt again.

And Mika definitely didn't want that. Settling down on a stool in front of the drawing easel he placed by the window, Mika picked up a sketching pencil and began to draw. This was the only way he could distract himself from the stalker issue that's been on his mind for so long. Who was the guy? What did he want? And why him?

Yuu leafed through the document of his current client at the moment. To be honest, he was particularly interested in the yellow haired boy, who was already in his third year of high school. Why? Because this was a first for Yuu to meet someone who loathed and rejected him so much.

Shindo Mikaela was the only son of Shindo Minoru, owner of the top jewelry company, Mist, renowned for his classic but grandiose diamond jewellery designs. His father was a Japanese while his mother, Volkov Dominique, was half Russian, half French and worked as a full time model. She then later became Shindo Dominique when she married Mikaela's father.

Since both of Mikaela's parents are working overseas, the poor blond had been left alone in Japan at a very young age in someone else's care. Yuu nodded in understanding, almost as if he could feel what the young master had been through.

"Poor guy had it rough, huh?"

Deprived childhoods were common nowadays, Yuu recalled taking care of countless young masters and mistresses with that kind of upbringing and he swore he'll carry out his duty in protecting the temperamental blond at the cost of his life just the same. 'Just you wait, Mikaela-obocchan. I'll give you the time of your life, you'll be begging me to never leave your side soon enough.'

He promptly remembered the Madam's exact words when he took up the job; "Precious Mikaela may not notice this since he's a bit aloof, but ever since young, he had been constantly targeted and eyed by many predatory wolves out there, lusting for his body. I don't mean to blow my own trumpet, but our dear Mikaela is an extremely alluring boy, well he did inherited my drop dead gorgeous looks-" Talking non-stop, Dominique flipped her luscious glossy blond hair to one side, "-what I'm saying is, please protect him, Yuu-chan! My hubby is good friends with your father and to think that overprotective daddy of a man actually recommended you to guard our son, I can see how trustworthy you are! Your previous records are perfect as well!"

Yuu bowed gratifyingly, "I am unworthy of such compliment." Well, if he had to be honest, the reason why he never did make a move on any of his client was because he's an asexual. Or that's what he decided to believe since he never felt the desire to touch someone while harboring perverted thoughts. Almost as if he's lacking in the lust department, which was in the favor of his occupation fortunately.

From the background, the lost in thoughts Yuu could hear the naturally pretty lady talked about how she had her son to do martial arts for self-defense; which was also how the blond dealt with his offenders all this while until he encountered an overly obsessed stalker.

First, they were just innocent confession letters. But when Mikaela ignored them, he started receiving threat notes and then gruesome, bloody packages. Although the blond didn't show it, he was greatly disturbed by them and ended up reporting it to the police.

But, that didn't ended so well. The very next day, a police officer patrolling around Mikaela's house was found heavily injured by the bushes, his face maimed beyond recognition with a sharp object.

Beside the officer, a white note 'WHO'S NEXT?' was found and Mikaela trembled like a leaf as soon as he saw that. He knew what the stalker meant; If you keep on seeking help, the people around you will get hurt. After that, Mikaela didn't bother going to the authorities anymore.

And that's where Yuu came into the picture.

"However..." A spine-chilling smile stretched across lips coated with deep red lipstick, "Make a move on him and you'll wish you were never born. Now, do we have an agreement?"

Yuu involuntarily gulped air. "Affirmative."

The murderous expression was then instantly replaced with a soft, sweet one. "Okay, so here's the address..."

Models are scary as hell, another life lesson learnt, the raven-haired male concluded.

Dominique's voice trailed off as Yuu's mind wandered back to the present time.

A wide scheming smile easily spread across Yuu's confident face. How hard could it be to babysit one pampered plus rebellious teenager, and an illegally beautiful one to boot? (Not that he'll ever be attracted to him.)

Little did he knew that... he'll be experiencing hell in its finest.

Day 1:

7:00 AM

"Mikaela-obocchan, it's time for school." Yuu rapped on the door a few times, but received no answer. "I'm coming in then, Mika-" The bodyguard halted, as green eyes focused on the sleeping blond with half of his body out of the blanket, arms flailed on both sides and a light snore could be heard.

The young master was not an elegant sleeper, that's for sure. And his boisterous personality didn't seemed to match his outward appearance, Yuu mused to himself. Then again, he wasn't the type to judge a book by its cover so he won't condescend the blond for not living up to his first impression.

On the contrary, Yuu felt more and more intrigued in knowing the blond better.

"Young master..?" Yuu was just about to shake the boy up when sapphire eyes popped open and the blond swiftly caught Yuu's hand before flipping the man down on the bed, Mikaela was now on top of the startled man and that thin arm surprisingly locked his neck quite tightly.

Yuu was quick in overcoming his awe though. In a split second, Yuu easily escaped Mikaela's death hold and their position changed once more. He was now topping the unprepared blond, locking the small wrists in place. "Oho, you really can protect yourself. And here I thought you're just all bark and no bite."

Mikaela snapped out of his shocked trance and began wriggling his wrists but to no avail, Yuu was as strong as a boulder, "Let go of me, pervert!" It's a first. That was the first time someone managed to pin him down. And not to mention escaping his neck lock like taking a stroll in the park.

"Mikaela-obocchan, calm down. I was just wakin-"

"I SAID LET ME GO!" Mikaela spared no time in kicking Yuu in the groin. That was all it took for the poor man to release his grip, now curling into a shaky ball on the bed while covering his private part in indescribable pain. "...!"

The blond hopped off from the bed, glancing coldly at the still trembling man, with an evil, satisfied smirk. "Take that... and don't call me Mikaela. Just Mika is fine." It's not like he hated the name his parents gave him, but Mikaela sounded too girly to his liking (it was a feminine name to begin with). Not that he'll ever tell the dark-haired man, though. Because he disliked being made fun of and Yuu being Yuu would definitely tease him, no doubt about it. He had plenty enough on his plate with the way he looked.

With that said, Mika made way to the bathroom to freshen himself up for another tiring day at school.

"D-damn... this boy proved to be a bit - difficult." Yuu forced out a small laugh, his eyes actually teared up from the immense pain. 'How could you attack me there, traitor..! My balls could've exploded!'

"B-but wait... What did he said just now? Call him Mika?" The bodyguard slowly sat up on the bed, thinking he might need to ice that part later. "Wait-! Does that mean...he accepted me?"

A gleeful smile crept across Yuu's satisfied face, though still slightly contorted with pain. "I'll break down that iron wall of yours, obocchan!"

7:30 AM, train station

"...what are you doing?" Mika asked, eyebrows furrowing in repulsed.

"Escorting you. And that's not how you want to look so early in the morning, bocchan!" Yuu, in his usual black suit and tie, walked close to the blond, scanning the perimeter for any suspicious-looking person. "Now, cast away that frown and curve you lips upwards, like this!" Yuu demonstrated a perfect happy smile in which the blond came across as a retarded look.

"I don't mind you escorting me or whatever, but can you not wear the clothes you're wearing right now? It's too damn obvious!" Mika raised his voice to show his displeasure.

"Eh~ but black is a cool color, don't you think so?" Yuu retorted, acting almost too childish for his age.

"Are you trying to protect me or get me killed?!" Mika barked back.

"Protect you of course." Yuu deadpanned.

"Ugh..." Mika covered his face with both hands and groaned, classes haven't begun yet but he was already feeling stressed out to the max, thanks to this good for nothing bodyguard.

Yuu placed a bent finger to his chin as he went through what the blond said, "Yeah, but I guess you're right. I'll be sure to dress normally next time?"

"You'd better... Ah, the train's here."

"Okay, Mika-bocchan stay close to me!"

"Hell no." The blond quickly boarded the train, ignoring the raven's suggestion.

"Wait...!" Yuu tried to grab on Mika's arm but missed when a sea of people came in between them and he was pushed to the opposite direction from the blond.

"Young master..! Shit!" They've been separated! As soon as he spotted the struggling blond, Yuu immediately pushed through the horde. Taking a train during rush hour was a fucking bad idea after all, he should've known better!

The morning rush was no joke. Poor Mika was sandwiched between all kinds of people, left and right. The air was hot and humid, different odours mixed with perfumes, making him nauseous. His eyes wandered around in search of his personal bodyguard, nowhere to be seen.

Truth be told, this was Mika's first time on a train ever. He had never commute to and from school by public transportation before so that explained pretty much his situation right now. And being the undeniably proud young man he is, Mika decided to keep it a secret from Yuu. He'll die first before he'll admit anything humiliating about himself.

Mika placed a hand to his mouth, 'Uhh... I feel sick-' Just then, the train took a sharp turn to the left, sending everyone standing squished to the opposite side. Groans and whines reverberated all around the cramped space and Mika joined in.

After the ninety degree turn, Mika had been unwillingly pushed against one of the thick, shatterproof doors, his back facing the inside of the coach. As much as he needed his personal space back, Mika couldn't even remove himself from the sardine-packed crowd, he'll be trapped for a while until they get to the next stop.

Mika then flinched, as he suddenly felt something creeping inside his school uniform. 'Woah, woah, what the hell?!' Immediately picking himself up, Mika tried to turn around and grab whatever it was that's been feeling up his skin. Encountering a molester on his very first train ride? What's the worst that could happen than this.

Peering at the reflection from the glass door, Mika could make out the silhouette of a male, few years older than him, wearing a face mask and dark shades and also a cap to conceal his identity, leaning so close to him until their bodies were actually touching, he could feel the man's steamy breaths behind his ears.

'Disgusting, retarded fucker! I'll fucking kill you..!'

But, before Mika could even tackle the perpetrator, a cool, razor-sharp pocket knife was pressed to his exposed nape. "Make a move and I'll slice your jugular vein . Now, hands on the glass where I can see 'em."

"-!?" One wrong move and blood would spray all over, Mika swallowed thickly. Do he act? Or do he not? He might be able-

"Do it." The pointy blade sunk into Mika's pale skin without mercy, a thin line of red started to trickle down his throat. The retard was dead serious! Mika reluctantly obeyed and placed his fists flat to the glass. And he picked a good spot to do the deeds as well, that bastard! From anyone's angles, Mika's small stature was well hidden by the molester's tall and wide built. The panicked blond thought of screaming his lungs out, but what good would that do? By then, his throat may as well be slit wide open.

"Just let me touch you nice and slow... while there's still time before the next stop... heheh." The man half whispered, while fondling the blonde's quivering back and the slimy hand went further down to the black slacks, reaching into it.

"N-no... st-stop... don't t-touch me, you damned... pervert..!" Mika hissed, and the knife pierced deeper, effectively preventing him from saying anything else.

Stop it. Stop it! STOP IT! Help me... someone, anyone... YUU-!

"Would you be so kind in letting him go... ?"

A twist of the arm.

A muffled scream.

A deadly smile.

It all happened so fast. By the time the blond reopened his teary eyes, he was bound no more. No more sticky fingers on his skin, no more knife pointing at his throat. Mika's mind was swirling chaotically. What the hell happened?

The train arrived at its next stop just in the nick of time. "Young master, let's get off." Yuu swiftly grabbed on the flabbergasted Mika and pulled him out of the packed train.

8.30 AM

They entered a lifeless waiting room. After having seated the distracted blond, Yuu magically produced a first aid kit out of nowhere, "Now, let's see what we have in here..."

Mika was slightly intrigued, "How did you do that?"

Yuu beamed easily, "Rule #1 for any bodyguard, always bring a medkit with you at all times."

Mika gave a skeptical stare.

"Okay, maybe that wasn't the first rule. But, who cares." Yuu shrugged indifferently.

"Stay still. This might sting a bit." Yuu warned as he gently dabbed the small cut on Mika's neck with an antiseptic. Then, he took some clean white bandages and started working on the wound.

"Are you okay?" Yuu asked, filling in the long silence.

Mika managed a small nod and softly answered, "...yeah." He felt fine physically. But, maybe not so hot psychologically.

"Here, have this. I'm sure this will help you get your energy back." The raven-haired held out a box of yoghurt drink. Strawberry flavored. He now knew one of the blond's favorite things.

Mika slowly took the drink into his still shaky hands, afterwards clutching his wrist so hard in attempt to stop the tremor.

'Don't act so weak now! You're stronger than this, Mika!'

"Hey, don't push yourself too hard." Yuu quickly pulled Mika's head close to his chest. "It's alright to cry, y'know." Large, warm hand ruffled his golden fringes and it stayed there for quite a while. Mika appreciated the body contact with Yuu which strangely soothed him down, unlike with any other males he'd encountered before. He unconsciously leaned into that sturdy chest, listening to the steady beating of Yuu's heart. That's when he knew. Mika knew Yuu didn't get weirdly excited when he's with him. It's safe to assume that the happygolucky man wasn't attracted to him in that sense.

'Maybe I could trust Yuu.' And Yuu just saved him from that molester of an asshole.

"By the way, meek expression doesn't suits you at all." Yuu added cheekily and jokingly pinched Mika's smooth cheeks.

"Shut up, geezer." Mika punched the older man straight in the gut without restraint before standing up on his feet again. "And don't get too comfortable with me next time!" Then, he marched off, leaving behind a black suited man kneeling on the ground while hugging his stomach. 'He attacked me again, that little savage!'

"H-hey, where are you going?" Yuu shakily stood up and chased after the blond.

"School, of course! I'm late, thanks to you!" Mika continued walking while fixing up his crooked necktie.

"Wait, I'm coming with you..!"

"Hell no!"

The two of them bickered along the way to the school, like some good old friends.

Yuu was glad that Mika had gotten over the train incident.

And Mika was glad that Yuu had actually been there for him when he needed help.

Henceforth, their life together had just begun.

To be continued..?

Hello, Shiro here! So, this is a fic I wrote for a friend on AO3. I always wanted to write this bodyguard AU so I did~ and yet again I love the idea of Yuu as the bodyguard more than Mika being one. This is a total AU and I didn't follow the canon story for Mika's parents. Hehehe so yeah do I continue this? But... If I do, updates will be very irregular, just a heads up. Thanks for reading, don't forget to R&R! :D