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Rescue Me | Distain v Chokuro

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Chokuro

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May 8, 2009
School was so boring sometimes. The dark haired female sat in her class, staring boredly at the board in front of her. Her left hand resting in her palm, elbow on her desk while she watched the teacher scroll down this and that upon the green board. She was so very bored right now. The class was physics, and she did not see why she had to take it. She was an English major. Sure, she was in college and she should learn to just suck it up since the class would go to getting her degree, but it did not mean she had to enjoy the time spent in this class. At least it was not too boring. Though, when se would leave, things were bound to get worse.

Anita VanTrusk was the heir to the VanTrusk fortune and all the things her father does. What? She has no idea. Some big business corporation or something. The man was paranoid of everyone around her. Teachers, students, friends, dogs. Everyone apparently was a threat, and so, ever since she was out on her own for school, she had had a body guard. Sadly though, when she was ten, the guard who normally protected her had been killed in place of her, which got her father more paranoid than ever, but she eventually got a single one. Since she was ten, she had the same body guard, up until today. She liked him. He was nice, younger than the other ones, and she never had a problem with him. A few times when there were cute boys around, but that was about it. Anything else, she could beat him away for because he would eventually listen to her.

With the clock striking 11:30, class was ended. Standing up from her desk, she swung her backpack over her shoulder and began to make way to the door. Her short locks bobbed against the back of her neck, blue eyes keeping to what was in front of her. A simple purple denim skirt hugged her hips, showing off her long, nicely tanned legs, while a white tank top was on her torso, with a simple purple zip-up hoodie over that. She soon poked her head outside of the room, glancing around to see where her shadow was.​
 
When Stephen was twelve he was taken out of a martial arts class and offered a job. He was going to be guarding a very wealthy young girl once he was old enough to do so. His education was paid for at 15 he began taking bodyguard training classes. Nearly 20 years younger then most of the members of the class. At 18 her father had gotten him a license to carry nearly every weapon one could get their hands on legally. Currently he carried 2 pistols at all times, and had a pair of Mp5's in her car so he could access them if needed.

Her father had imparted on him the need to always be ready for anything his eyes very rarely stopped watching for threats. He also chose to make his already sizable appearance more intimidating. His dark brown hair hung to his shoulders held back by a ball cap. A heavy leather jacket covered his large torso, he was well built from years of training to be a fighter. His form was lean but when he wore tight enough cloths you could see most of the muscles in his body. Under his jacket he wore a black dress shirt and black slacks. A black tie with red accents hung down his chest he was a true contradiction. So professional yet so not at the same time.

He smiled when she stuck her head out reaching out poking her nose lightly. "I'm right here princess. " He chuckled having fallen in love with calling her princess long ago to tease her for needing him. He cared for her more then most body guards she was easily his best friend in the world. Not simply because he was not around men his own age but because she was always nice to him. "Lets get you out of here, where are we going now? " Moving slowly to stand next to her as they walked along always one step behind .
 
Anita rolled her eyes to the nickname he seemed to so happily dub her. She stepped out of the room, flicking his arm as his little punishment. By now, she was used to the name, but that did not mean she accepted it any more than she had when he first started with the b.s. some-odd years ago. God it has been years since she has known him! She was surprised that he still managed to hang around her. She was quite ... interesting to be around. She was a bit needy and even more so clingy and not to mention used him as a coat rack, bag carrier half the time. He complained about that a lot though. Always telling her that if she ever truly needed him, his arms would be full with her crap and he would not be able to rescue her, get his gun, et cetera. She always told him that he could drop her shit because it was not more important than her life. But, those were theo nly circumstances he cuold drop her bags in, of course.

Her shoulders lifted into a shrug, dark locks pushed up for the brief contact of shoulders and she continued down the hall. "Lunch." She stated, turning her head to look at him and grinning a little bit more. "I want food. Where should we go? No place on campus. I don't want McDonalds or anything like that." She shuddered at the idea and then turned her attention back to hte hall in front of us. She was not sure where she wanted to go. She figured they could just get to her car, drop her things into the trunk then hit the road to find something -- only to more htan likely end up at their normal diner that they tended to always eat at.​
 
Stephen smiled reaching out his hand gripping her bag as much as he complained about being her bag boy he liked it. It had been a long time since he had felt useful as a body guard. Besides it just felt to him as though someone of her station should not have to carry he own things. His hand griped the bag taking the weight as his other slipped it skillfully from her shoulders. Slipping it onto his shoulder with one strap hanging over his shoulder his hands going into his pockets.

"That is fine you can make up your mind once your in the car. Do we have any plans tonight? Are you dragging me out to the bars or clubs again? "He hated bars and clubs they where to noisy and it was hard for him to watch her. Though he was not about to complain about the women at the clubs or cloths they loved to wear.
 
Anita shrugged her shoulders a little bit as she walked to the lovely corvette waiting for her in the parking lot. She unlocked the doors and then turned to look over at the man, smiling a little bit more. "No. I won't drag you to clubs... At least not right now. Maybe later." She chuckled, slipping into the car and revving up the engine, utterly loving the vehicle her father spoiled her with. She smiled and hten turned to look at the male that sat beside her, grinning all the more happily. "I just so love to drag you there." She said, giggling cheerfully before she started to drive off down the street.

She really was just waiting for a time when a cute guy would hit on her and she just so very hoped that the man would get jealous and show it. Damn prick never showed anything other than normal emotions. She wanted him to get jealous and show it a little bit so that she could pounce him and take him the way she wanted. Not that she would. Not yet.
 
"I still think your father needs to talk you into letting me drive you around in a Benz its safer. " He grumbled placing the bag between her bag between his feet leaning back. He thought it was quite funny how the both loved torturing each other him calling her princess, her dragging him places he did not wish to go. He held on tight to the door handle as she drove hating the fact that they where in the plastic death trap. As he so lovingly called her favorite car.

He smiled over looking at her wondering if it ever bothered her that most boys left her alone because he was always around. The rest assumed that they where together and left her alone because of that. He knew it had to be hard on her he knew here well enough from the relationships she had, had that she loved being in a couple. " I don't suppose i could talk you into a quiet night at home. " He chuckled glancing over at her looking to her eyes.
 
Anita giggled at his question, shaking her head a little while moving down the road. "Awe. You can dream." She teased, looking to the side at her body guard and then grinning all the more. She went back to the road and shrugged her shoulders a bit. 'unless you're going to dance with me and make me some nice non-alcoholic drinks, and flatter me with compliments ... I do not think it shall be quite the same." She stated, turning to look at him for abrief moment once more. She sighed a little and then pulled into the parking lot of a small little diner they always went to.
 
"At least you know where i like to eat and bring me here regularly. " He smiled the food was good here and it was easy for him to keep an eye on the small diner. He smiled and got out of the car scanning the area quickly making sure it was safe before signaling her to get out. "You know you keep offering that one day ill be tired enough to take you up on it."
 
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