Here is Protecting Her, I hope you enjoy! Sorry if this offends any Kenny fans. Thanks to those who voted on my Poll, this is for you!

Contains: Ikarishipping, and Anti-Penguinshipping

Warning: Mild swearing and mentioned sex

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A beautiful blunette moaned in pain, closing her sapphire eyes against the horrid sight before her. Her gorgeous navy colored hair remained tangled and dirty, her shirt torn into pieces that hung off her form. Bruised hands covered her ears, wanting to shut out the screams. A glass plate shattered just above her head, her husband let out a cry, his face red with anger.

"You ugly bitch!" Tears began to form in her eyes at the insulting words, but it was nothing new to her, she had been called worse by the same voice. The thought of running away crossed her mind, but no, the punishment would be…. She didn't even want to think about it. The 21 year old couldn't even stand up to him, he once loving husband, where had Kenny gone too? Now he would overpower her without even the thought of sweat. She was snapped out of her thoughts as he grabbed her wrist, yanking her forwards. She had learned long ago the lesson of resisting his orders. Kenny pulled her along, towards their bedroom and threw her harshly onto the bed and slammed the door.

She awoke the next morning, staring at the sunlight that peaked through the wooden blinds of the window, the majority of the light failing to make it past the barrier. The blunette looked to the wall, not daring to move, that would awaken the other occupant, and he would not be happy. His arm wrapped tightly around her thin waist, the beauty wanted to throw it off and run. The desire was terrible, the want of freedom running though her, but no, she wouldn't dare, the thought of pain holding her in place.

When he had finally awoken, he demanded breakfast. So here she was, 20 minutes later, being angrily glared at as Kenny ate his breakfast. She could feel his glare as she washed the dishes, looking down at the soapy water, holding back what seemed to be everlasting tears. The stool squeaked as he stood up, and started to walk towards the door. He stopped just before leaving, his hand on the metal doorknob. The brown-haired man gazed at her, sending her a warning not to leave, then leaving himself, slamming the door in the process.

The beautiful girl dropped to her knew, hugging her legs close to her chest and cried once again, letting her emotions take over.

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Blood.

He spit out the acidic taste in his mouth, although more seemed to seep through. The red liquid stained the floor beneath his feet. He turned sharply on his heel, holding his fist back until throwing it with great power. Knocking the other person in the jaw and to the floor. A smirk teased his lips, his purple shaggy hair hung around his tan face, wet with sweat. He stood still as his bruised fist was raised, signaling his victory.

Members of the crowd went toward the bar to collect their winnings from the bets that were placed on the fight. The 24 year old man grunted in pain, heading toward the back room. There, he sat in a chair, looking into the shattered dirty mirror before him. His cheek was already starting to swell, his tan skin covered in various bruises and cuts, most of them already starting to bleed. The adult stood up to his floor height, reaching about 6'2 and pulled pants over his black athletic shorts, and a track jacket over his muscular arms and chest. He then headed out to the bar, the bartender instantly slid him a beer across the smooth counter.

"Paul" The bartender spoke against the yelling and cheering of the crowd, another illegal fight had already begun.

"Drew" The purple-haired man greeted gruffly in return. The emerald haired bartender returned to his duties, leaving Paul to finish his beer. After doing so, the 24 year old left the warehouse, stacking the keys into his motorcycle, letting the powerful engine roar to life in the still night.

Nearly 25 minutes later, he arrived in the parking lot of a large, brick apartment building, located on the slum side of the town. Climbing a few floors he reached his destination and went inside the door. The muscular male took a shower before heading to the relief of his mattress, closing his eyes against the welcoming rest.

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Tired eye tried to open, stinging against the fresh morning sun. His muscles let out a cry, hurting as he got out of bed. He shuffled out of his bedroom and into the small kitchen. There he scramble a few eggs, eating right out of the black greasy pan, the throwing the metal cooking device into the sink.

After a quick shower, the onyx eyed man got dressed and left his apartment, making sure to lock the door behind him. You never know who would just walk in around here. His wet purple locks seemed to freeze in the cold September morning as he walked to the same motorcycle he had just used hours ago. He started the engine, and drove in Veilstone.

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He was late. Again. The young adult looked to the clock on the wall, the smaller hand reaching the 6, he usually came home around 5 o'clock, but being late seemed to be his thing now days. She looked back to the TV show, mindlessly watching it.

"Where's my dinner?" A demanding question came from behind her. The blunette jumped in surprise, then quickly got up, rushing to the oven to pull out the steak that she had prepared earlier. Her husband sighed in impatience going to sit on the plush couch.

"Get me a beer too woman"

That name was new. Now he just called her by her gender? At least it was better than the others…. The woman shook her head, grabbing the food, utensils, and the beer he had demanded and handing them to him while he turned on the game. After making sure he was pleased she walked back to the kitchen, getting a much smaller piece of protein and a glass of milk for herself, sitting at the counter rather than near him.

The only noise in the small home remained the basketball game he had turned on. The beauty glanced at the back of the brunette's head once in awhile, one of his arms laying on the armrest, the other hand holding his half drunken beer. She finished her meal quietly and carried her used dishes to the sink, setting them down with a gentle clink against the meal bottom. The female then made her way to her bathroom to freshen up.

After doing so, she went into another room, a cement floor greeted her bare feet with a chill, she opened the now-stopped dryer to pull out a bundle of bed sheets. The light purple colored picked out by herself months ago to match the curtains throughout the household. Holding them in her arms, she kicked shut the dryer door and walked towards their bedroom. By the time she finished her task of making the large bed, it had already reached 10:30. The blue-haired girl yawned before finding the oversized t-shirt she often wore to bed and changing.

Fresh smelling cotton sheets greeted her as she snuggled into them, breathing in the refreshing scent of lavender fabric softener. She closed her eyes entering a half asleep mode. Moments later, she heard the familiar footsteps of Kenny as he walked around the house, turning off lights and locking doors. The door to the bedroom opened as he let himself in, his body joining the occupied bed after the sounds of shuffling he had made while changing. She could soon feel his breath on her neck as he too, fell asleep.

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There, chapter one of Protecting Her is complete!

This chapter is shorter than I expected it to be, sorry about that. The next chapter will be longer, so please review! And if you want more of this story be sure to vote on my profile!

Anyone have an idea of what will happen next chapter?