I started to breath heavy.
"Wha-what do y-you want?" I asked scared.
"There's someone who wants to talk to you." The bald man replied.
"I-I'm sorry but I'm not interested." I said and tried to pull my hand.
"Do you have a death wish?" the man asked and placed the gun on my nose. "My mistress might consider letting you live if you don't stir up trouble but I do have permission to kill you if you would cause problems." He placed the gun under my chin and lifted it up. "Choice is up to you."
I swallowed hard and took a deep breath.
With a fast movement I slapped his gun away from under my chin and with full speed I stomped in his crotch. The moment he fell down in surprise, I started to run.
I heard a shot and felt something fly past me, I didn't dare to look behind me.
I ran into a random street.
"Sh*t…" I didn't know this neighbourhood, I didn't have time to turn back because I heard the man coming after me.
Desperate I started to run even harder, my lungs hurt and my head was throbbing.
I turned into another street. "F*ck!" I cursed when I saw I ran into a blind alley. There was no escaping route and I heard someone laugh behind me.
I turned around to see the man entering the street, for each step he took forward, I walked some backwards till I bumped into the wall.
"All right, little princess. I will regard this as your answer." The scary man said and lifted the gun. "Go say hello to your mother." He said and grinned.
I closed my eyes in fear.
Mom…
Suddenly the man let out a cry, surprised my eyes went open again.
A second person, a tall black haired boy around my age, had appeared and had kicked the man's gun out of his hand.
The new guy lifted his leg and stomped into his opponents stomach, the latter took some steps backwards but after recovering he threw some blows to my saver.
The boy dodged them all and after another kick, he bowed down, dodging the attack, and hit my attacker. He fell down on the ground, he was severally injured.
When it seemed like my saver was about to win, I saw something shine in the hand of the bald guy.
With a swift move he cut the forearm of his opponent. To my surprise the boy didn't let out a single cry, when it must have hurt, but he just backed down and grabbed his arm. My attacker used this opportunity to get up again an walked to the injured guy, now the bad guy had a weapon my saver was disadvantaged.
The bald man swung with the knife again and the black haired guy dodged it, they repeated this act some time till my saver was blocked against the wall and had to block the knife with his arm. He almost couldn't block the next attack and got cut again in his arm.
Hopeless I looked for something that could help my saver, I saw the gun lying near my feet, I picked it up and aimed for the bald guy's leg.
With shaking hands and shivering breath I pulled the trigger. As if in slow motion, it felt like an eternity before the bullet hit my attacker's leg.
With a cry the man grabbed his leg and fell down on the ground again. Shocked I let go of the weapon, the boy who saved me stared in surprise at me and at the man who was crawling on the ground. I felt dizzy and felt like throwing up. The man I shot stopped moving.
Shocked I looked at my saver. "Is he…?"
"He is just unconscious." He replied on my unspoken question.
I looked at the injured man and at the gun near my feet, the black haired boy walked towards me and picked the weapon up.
"Why did you save me?" I asked. To my surprise the boy knelt down on one knee and bowed his head with his hand on his heart.
"Greetings to Princess Haruhi, I'm Arata, the son of a bodyguard who served your mother, I'm assigned to protect you with my life." He answered formally.
"W-why should I need to be protected?" I asked, hesitant to hear the answer.
"Your aunt has ordered her people to kill you, to prevent you from claiming the kingdom."
I'm going to tell you a little story:
School: let's go to Paris with the students!
Students: Yay!
School: but first let the students make lots of work!
Students: ... NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
This is the sad tragedy of my life... But what I actually want to say with this is: with the work school gives me, I will have trouble finding time to write further, so please blame school for not giving me the chance to make the story progress