Kenlaf fanfics

Chapter 1

Olaf was a classic rich kid. He got everything he wanted all his life. He was snobby to, of course. Olaf showed no emotion, except for disgust and displeasure. He got good grades and studied all the time- it was basically all he did. He stayed in his room all the time, only leaving to go to school and eat meals. His room was the size of the average person's living room. In fact, he had his own mini living room. It had a huge tv, a couch, and a comfy chair. His bed was across from the tv so he could lay in bed and watch it. His room had a cool color scheme, with a lot of whites and blues. He also had his own vanity, where his pet turtle was. For a boy, he was rather feminine compared to his classmates. Olaf stood out for many reasons. For one, he's much more wealthy than the rest of them. Second, he doesn't like manly things. Olaf had a secret, though he wasn't super good about keeping it that way.

While at school, Olaf got bullied. People usually talked about him behind his back, though sometimes said things to his face. They would make fun of him for his style, even though it was much better than any of theirs. His arachnophobia also made him a target, and was often mocked. Boys in his class would throw fake spiders at him while he ate lunch. Occasionally, the spiders would be real. Everyone giggled and laughed at him, but he refused to show his fear and pain. Recently, his most dangerous bully encounter had driven his parents to do something drastic. Olaf had gotten beaten up behind the bleachers, and pretty badly. He was shoved to the ground by a group of popular jocks. They kicked and punched him repeatedly, ending the beating by throwing him into the bleachers. To solve this issue, his parents hired a bodyguard.

That brings up to now. Olaf doesn't know about the situation yet, thinking it's just a normal Monday morning. He sat down at his vanity mirror to start dealing with his ginger hair. It's a little wavy and poofy, so he has to style it right. Getting that done, he just stared in the mirror for a few minutes. The beating had given him two black eyes, and he was considering using his makeup to cover them up. Deciding against it to save time, Olaf went to his walk-in closet. He picked out a good outfit for the weather forecast today. Since he lived in Russia, it was almost always freezing cold, so he had to dress appropriately.

After doing all the necessities, Olaf walked out of his room and down the main staircase. He normally didn't eat breakfast, except for an iced coffee or a pumpkin spice latte. Though, something was off this morning. His parents were talking to someone other than the house staff. When he turned the corner into the dining room, he saw who the person was.

The man didn't look much older than Olaf, maybe a year or two. However, he was much bigger in size. His latitude measured about 6'5, and he was extremely buff. His face was angular, somewhat resembling a rectangle. His resting expression seemed unamused, though when Olaf entered the room he smiled. His smile was almost blinding, but in a good way. The man was very attractive, and made Olaf stop in his steps.

"Who is this?" Olaf was very taken aback. He'd never seen anyone so...intriguing before. He shook off his shock and an emotionless expression returned to his face. This man, despite his good looks, seemed like the boys who beat him up.

"Dear, this is your new bodyguard. His name is Kenma. Kenma this is our son, Olaf. He will be going along with you to school so nothing bad will happen again," His mother said, her hands folded neatly and politely on the dining table. 

Olaf was confused at first, but then he understood, and he wasn't happy about it. Having a bodyguard would make him even more of a target. They will bully him for it, because having a bodyguard means he can't protect himself. A small frown tugged at the corner of his lips, and he took a moment to speak again. "Mother, respectfully, I do not need a bodyguard."

"Son, give him a chance. The company we hired him from is very respectable, so he is very well trained. I'm sure this will keep you safe," His father said. This made Olaf even more angry. He does stay safe, it's not his fault the jocks go after him. It's because he's different, much different.