A/N: Hello my dearest readers!
Since I have hit a bit of a slump with SL, I figured I could write a drabble again for a change and decided to do hiMe-iChi-uLqUi-gRim 's prompt 'bodyguard'. And I wrote it in one sitting, it just came out so easily. Great prompt, thank you!
I hope you enjoy it because I definitely enjoyed writing it! As always, your reviews are a great motivation for me to keep writing, so please do! 😊
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Bodyguard
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He stood unmoving, surveying their surroundings. Nothing hinted to any danger in the vicinity, but he did not relax, he needed to stay sharp. Returning his eyes to his client, he allowed them to rest on her for but a moment. Her auburn hair flowed down her back in gentle waves. Everything about her was gentle.
As if she'd heard his thoughts, she turned to smile at him – ever so softly – and though it was his job to look mean (and he was a natural at it) his scowl lessened involuntarily at the sight.
He was being paid to watch her, to take care of her, to take a bullet for her if need-be. But this was the deal: He would have done all those things for free, for her.
Working as a bodyguard came at a price. He barely ever spent time in his own home as he was on tour with his client most of the time. Before, he'd been iffy about this side effect of his profession. But he didn't mind it at all since he'd taken the job with her. There were few things in his private life that he enjoyed as much as just being around her. And he was being paid generously to do just that – granted, at the danger of being killed for her, but he was willing to take that risk.
Tonight was one of these nights where he would have to be especially vigilant of her. They had just arrived at an after-party, one of those events where everyone who had a name or thought that he did, attended. And they all tried to chat her up. They always did.
A man was approaching now, and Ichigo grit his teeth as he recognized him. Aizen, the front man of a boy group that was just as popular as his client – a smug, charming bastard that gave him the creeps somehow. Oh yes, he would have to be especially careful tonight to protect her.
The man kissed his client's hand as a greeting, an action that made Ichigo want to hurl, but he could not intervene when his client didn't protest. And although he wished she would so that he could teach the guy not to overstep like that, she just smiled shyly at the fellow singer.
With his velvet voice, Aizen invited her to have a drink with him and she agreed, following him to the VIP section. They sat down at the bar – his client and Aizen, while Ichigo and Aizen's bodyguard stayed on their feet next to them – and a bartender immediately came to tend to them. Quickly, he placed their drinks in front of them. When Aizen moved to take her drink to give it to her, Ichigo's hand closed over his wrist before he could touch the glass.
"She drinks nothing that has been touched by anyone else," he growled and Aizen raised an annoyed eyebrow at him, but his client just smiled placidly, accepting the drink as Ichigo handed it to her.
This was the part that was difficult for Ichigo. He was paid to protect her, but there were certain rules when he could and could not intervene. Securing all her drinks so no one could spike them was a standard procedure. And he reveled in being a little rough with Aizen as he enforced it.
But he could not keep her from drinking with the sleazy dirtbag if she so chose. And he had to watch her be aggressively hit on if she did not complain. And even though he really wanted to, he could not interfere with her drinking way more than she could tolerate, even though it was clear that the asshole was trying to get her drunk. As infuriating as it was, this was just protocol.
Aizen lifted his hand to order more drinks for them again and she giggled in that lovely way of hers. The boy group singer smiled his shady, charming smile and moved his hand to her waist and this was the moment where something snapped inside of Ichigo. Screw protocol!
Stepping closer, he towered over the two and removed the offensive hand from her body.
"I think my client has had enough," he stated, dangerously lowly and Aizen turned to look at him with irritation overtly showing in his face.
"I think that is not your decision to make, bodyguard!" He enunciated the last word to make it sound like an insult and Ichigo snarled.
But before he could retort he felt a soft touch and looked down to see his client had taken hold of his arm. With her cheeks and her nose red, she swayed back and forth a little, quite obviously inebriated. "Oh no, Aizen-san, it's alright, if Ichi-kun says I've had enough, then he's surely right." She giggled again as she clutched his arm. Ichigo steadied her and tried his best to ignore how much his heart raced at the way she had addressed him. She'd never called him anything but Kurosaki-san.
She pressed her small head against his upper arm now and beamed at the other singer. "He's my protector you know. Just – just like his name." She burst out laughing at her 'clever' line and Ichigo couldn't help smiling softly at her.
"Alright, alright, let's get you out of here, Inoue-san," he murmured to her and she nodded zealously, waving an exaggerated good-bye to the sleazeball before he tugged her away.
It took some time to coax her into the car, mostly because she kept on clutching his arm, trying to pull him in with her – although he clearly had to sit on the other side of her – and giggling all-the-while.
When he finally took a seat next to her, she leaned onto him – he didn't know if it was consciously or for a lack of balance – and smiled up at him.
"Ichiiii-kun!" There was that name again.
"Thannnk you for takin' care of me," she slurred happily and his eyes softened at her words. She was an adorable drunk. "You are so good at it… And – and –" Her eyes widened excitedly as she thought of her next words. "I like being 'round you sooo much."
"I like being around you, too, Inoue-san." He replied with amusement, and she beamed at him for a moment. But then she pouted. "You 'lways call me Inoue-san. S'so formal. I don't like it! You should call me Orihime! No! Call me Hime!"
What word is stronger than adorable? Ichigo couldn't think of one. Before he had the chance to reply her eyes widened again.
"'S so nice t'be 'round you… You're so nice… and handsome!" She exclaimed the last part with full conviction and Ichigo couldn't help but chuckle. Her eyes were starting to droop now, as sleep beckoned her away. Still, she smiled dreamily.
"And you know… I wanna kiss you like most of the time…" Ichigo's heart skipped a beat as he stared at the woman in his lap. Her eyes flew open again after a second and she raised her finger to her lips (missing them pitifully).
"But pshhh," she shushed excessively. "Don't tell 'nyone I said that, 's unpro – unprofesh'nal."
Ichigo nodded seriously and her eyes fluttered shut again, dreamy smile in place again. Ichigo's heart raced incessantly. She was obviously very drunk, but children and drunks always say the truth, right?
Allowing his own smile to overtake his face, he gently brushed some hair out of her face.
He was being paid to watch her, to take care of her, to take a bullet for her if need-be. But this was the deal: He would do all of those things for free, for her.
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A/N: Ok, it is 100% my head canon that Hime would be an adorable drunk. Like one of those people who wants to visit their best friend at 3 o' clock in the morning to tell them just how much she loves them. And then like, cry happy tears when you hand her a kebab because you take care of her. And then get the kebab all over herself.
Also, Ichigo would indeed be a fantastic bodyguard. And Aizen as the lead singer of a boy group is hilarious. I'm thinking the others in the group would be Gin, Grimmjow and Ulquiorra, but I am willing to discuss this. But hear me out: you'd have the dreamy, handsome type (Aizen), then the mysterious, strange Gin, the vulgar, bad boy Grimmjow and the sad, misunderstood, sensible type = Ulquiorra. The perfect composition for a boy group. The fan girls would faint, big time.
Soooo… Did you like it? Did you? Did you? :D
