Context: Your bodyguard doesn’t believe that a ‘rich brat’ like you can protect yourself. It’s time to prove him wrong…!

Words: 1318

Monetization: It’s perfectly ok to monetize and record any of my scripts, you can change pronouns and stuff around too! Just please remember to credit me! However, YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO PAYWALL MY SCRIPTS!

Notes: High difficulty script!!

A/N: We’re over halfway through the series now! I hope I can keep this up…

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[SFX: car engine, coming to a stop]

“Thanks man.”

[SFX: car door opens]

“Hup…”

[SFX: rustling]

[SFX: your car door opens]

“Come on. Let’s go inside already.”

[pause]

“Ugh– Escorting you is basically my job. Don’t think too much about it. Just take my hand and lets go inside. I’m excited to see what a brat like you can do to make you soooo confident.”

[SFX: rustling, car door slams]

[SFX: walking]

“Hm? What did I think about your chauffeur?”

“Hah, I think it’s a waste of money. Do you know how to drive yourself or does that guy drive you everywhere?”

[pause]

“Oh, I bet you’ve already wrecked a car or two.”

[pause]

“Oh, come on. At least you have a car. You don’t have to walk around like us ‘peasants’.”

“... It would be nice to have a car.”

[pause]

“No, I don’t have a license. Don’t have enough money for one anyway. If I need to go somewhere far, I just go around on my bike.”

[SFX: walking continues]

[pause]

“... So this is your private gym.”

“It’s right next to your house… but it’s still ten times bigger than my apartment.”

[pause]

“... This is where you learn self defense?”

“Heh… well let’s see if what you learned can stand up to me.”

[SFX: door opens]

“... God this place is fancy. How is it that a simple studio like this is so decked out?”

“... It’s cause you’re rich as hell. Don’t give me that look, it was a rhetorical question.”

[pause]

“Whatever. Let me take off my coat and then we can get started.”

[pause]

“Rules? Well duh. Your dad would kill me if I actually hurt you.”

[pause in thought]

“Protective gear, no scratching, no low blows… whatever. Sounds pretty standard.”

[SFX: rustling as he takes his jacket off]

“... Hm? What are you looking at me like that for?”

[pause]

“Of course you’ve never seen my arm scars. I always wear a jacket for a reason. If you think my arms have scars, you should see my back.”

[pause]

“Hey, didn’t I say you were too nosy for your own good? My scars are none of your business.”

“But then again… I did promise that if you managed to beat me even once, I’d tell you how I learned how to fight. So if you really wanna know, I guess I can also tell you about a few of my scars.”

[pause]

“Ha. You look soooo confident. I look forward to wiping that look off of your face.”

“Now get ready. I’m gonna wipe the floor with you.”

[SFX: rustling and wrapping noises]

“Hm?”

“Hey, what are you doin’? Did your self defense instructor teach you nothing?”

[pause]

“You’re wrapping your fists improperly. Gimme your hand, I’ll do it for you.”

[he takes your hand, wrapping noises]

“You said you learned self defense, right? Why the hell weren’t you taught how to properly wrap up your hands? You could get hurt.”

[pause]

“Well– of course I’m the one who’s going to be hitting you, but if you swing at me without being properly wrapped, you could break your fist.”

[pause]

“Oh yeah. Punching me is going to feel like punching a wall, I guarantee it.”

“But seriously, if that’s how you’ve been wrapping your fists the entire time, then you should fire your instructor.”

[SFX: wrapping noises stop]

“There we go. That’s how you wrap your fists properly.”

[pause]

“What are you grinning like that for? You look like the Cheshire Cat. Stop it.”

[pause]

“Wh– What do you mean I do care?! I just don’t want to take responsibility for you getting hurt!”

[pause]

“Ugh– drop it! I’m about to fight you, and here you are being all buddy-buddy with me.”

“Just step into the ring and get ready. Unless you’re backing out?”

[pause]

“Heh. Good to know that you aren’t a coward.”

[SFX: shuffling into place]

“I’ll count us off. Don’t worry, I won’t cheat or anything.”

[rustling]

“3, 2, 1!”

“Hyyah!”

[SFX: you block]

“Heh, you know how to block, eh? Good, good! I’d hate to see you go down so– ugh!”

[SFX: he stumbles]

“I– I see you can also counter! Not bad, not bad!”

“Looks like I don’t have to go easy on you after all! Here I come!”

[SFX: feel free to improvise for a fair bit here. It’s a surprisingly even fight.]

“Slippery little– at least you dodge well!”

“Ugh– haaah– whoa!”

[SFX: slam, heavy breathing]

(out of breath) “... Did you just… what the hell was that? I kicked at you and…”

[pause]

(out of breath) “Ha… grabbed my leg and used my own momentum against me… damn, I gotta remember that move.”

“... Would have been better if you didn’t lose balance yourself, though… We kinda ended up in a pile…”

“Speaking of which, you’re a bit too close for comfort there. Back up, get off.”

[grunting]

“Ugh… man… I can’t believe a wimp like you just did that to me. Me! The Demon of Atlas Spire Academy!”

[pause]

“Okay, okay… fine, I guess whoever taught you self defense isn’t a total idiot.”

“Hup.”

[SFX: he gets up]

“... Your arm.”

[pause]

“Your arm, give it here.”

[SFX: grabbing your arm, rustling]

“... God damn… when did you get this scratch? Was it when I fell?”

[pause]

“You’re the child of a super rich businessman! Of course it matters that I left a scratch on your arm!”

“Come on, come over here and sit down. I’ll grab the first aid kit.”

[pause]

“Oh no, you don’t. Get over here.”

[SFX: he lifts you up]

“I’m not compromising on this. You’re sitting down and letting me treat you, got it?”

[pause]

“I’ll put you down when you decide to stop being a brat and let me wrap up your arm.”

[pause]

“Hmm, good.”

[SFX: he sets you down. First aid kit rattles, bandage noises, etc]

[pause]

“... Yeah, yeah, fine. You were right. You could totally defend yourself.”

“But still… I’m your bodyguard, so I’m staying by your side.”

[pause]

“... Don’t give me that look. I’m just doing my job.”

[SFX: bandaging noises stop]

“There. That should do it.”

“... Just don’t tell your daddy that you got it from sparring with me, okay?”

[pause]

“Good. It’s our little secret.”

“Now, didn’t you say something about dinner?”

[pause]

“Heh… how convenient. You walk right out of the door and into the kitchen– [SFX: you throw a towel at him] -ack!”

“What the hell was that for?! Why did you throw a towel at me?!”

[pause]

“Oh har har, ‘A good bodyguard should always be on the lookout for surprise attacks’.”

“I didn’t sense any danger, so I wasn’t as alert.”

[pause]

“What do you mean ‘getting comfortable around you’?! You’re- You’re just such a thorn in my side that I got used to you being around, that’s all!”

[pause]

(seething) “You– ugh…!”

“I’m starving. Let’s go eat.”

[SFX: walking to the door, door opens]

[you catch up]

“Hm? You called the cook beforehand to have them whip something up?”

“Hey, why didn’t you ask me what I wanted? You don’t know what I like!”

[pause]

“... Oh right. I’ve been eating lunch with you.”

“You’re… so annoying…”

[SFX: door closes]

“Jesus, this kitchen is gigantic.”

“Where’s the chef, out for the night?”

[pause]

“You don’t know? Eh, whatever.”

“What did you ask them to make?”

[pause]

“... Whoa. Ribeye steak? Damn, you really are rich if you can eat this regularly.”

“Bon appetit, I suppose…”

[SFX: chairs pulled out, silverware clinking]

(mouth full) “Mm?”

[pause]

[SFX: he swallows]

“Gah… I hoped that you would forget about that.”

“... Fine. I promised that I’d tell you how I learned to fight… and where I got my scars from. And I might not look like it, but I’m a man of my word.”

[pause]

“... Just… Can we finish eating first? I need to mentally prepare myself.”

[SFX: silverware clinks]

~END~

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