Gundam Wing AU (Dorothy/Quatre/Trowa)
Sh’ten slammed the door behind him. Marching down the hall in long quick strides, he was soon out of the east wing and heading to the north with Duke Dermail’s library. Taking an unwashed male slave to the Lady Dorothy’s chambers was the last straw. She defied convention with her chariot driving, sword play, and owning gladiators, but this was it. He was sure this time the Duke would put a stop to her antics. Young ladies of standing did not own personal male slaves. A mean smile settled on his lips at the thought of her finally getting what she deserved.
Dorothy barely heard the sound of the door closing behind her. Her full attention was focused on the man in front of her. He stood unmoving, staring at the stone wall as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. Her gaze ran over him taking in every detail. The only clothing he wore was her silk scarf and a ratty loin cloth. His skin was extremely pale as if he had been kept indoors, but the muscles looked well defined, so he must have done some manual labor. Someone had obviously abused her lion, if the scars networking his body were any indication.
If things went well, and she was confident they would, she would have to find out who did this to him. Then she would destroy them. Dorothy was possessive of everything she considered hers. Whoever had touched her Lion first had left their mark and there was only one way to remove it. Eliminate them.
Walking over to him she touched his arm before moving closer. Treating him as she would a new steed she moved her fingers slowly over him watching for a reaction. Nothing. Untying the sash she let it fall to the floor. The puckered scars stood out in garish relief against his too white skin. Like an insane spider’s web, the ridges wrapped around his limbs and torso. Only his face had been spared. Gently she ran a thumb over one perfect cheek. As smooth and still as marble, not an eyelash flickered at the caress.
“I shall call you Lion. You will be my personal guard. No one else shall touch you.”
A knock sounded at the door.
“Come in” Dorothy called.
Servants brought in a wash tub and buckets of hot water. Dorothy continued to gently touch Lion until the door closed behind them. Carefully she slid her hand down his arm and took his hand leading him toward the tub. He showed no resistance as she removed his loin cloth. She resisted the urge to look down and continued to look into his eyes.
“Sit in the tub.” Dorothy said.
Dorothy carefully took the bar of soap and soft rag. Gently she took her time cleaning his skin. She examined his body as the cloth passed over. The ridged stiff skin of the scars did not appear to have any pattern, but it must have been done with deliberate intent. None of the scars overlapped. It was as if who ever did it was drawing or painting. A horrific tribute to pain. This man had suffered. The knowledge brushed against her long dead heart. She shrugged the feeling aside, everyone had pain they had to overcome, it would not move her.
She put the rag into Lion’s hand. “Clean between your legs while I get you some clothes.”
Dorothy went to the stack of clothes left by the servants on the table beside the door. She curled her lip in displeasure, all of the items were rough to the touch. Opening the door Dorothy stuck her head out and saw the blond soldier standing in the hall. “Come here.” she called.
He jumped and hurried over. “Come inside.” Hesitatingly, he entered her rooms. “Is there a problem?” he asked.
“I want your uniform,” she said.
He blanched, “Miss Dorothy I.. I..” he stammered to a stop at her glare.
She handed him the bundle of clothes. “Go into the closet, take your uniform off and give it to me. NOW.”
He wanted to protest, but headed for the closet.
Dorothy turned to Lion. The wash cloth was in a different position and dripping water. She smiled, progress.
She picked up one of the towels. Walking back over to the tub, she said, “Stand up.” He stood, still staring at the wall. She noticed that his manhood had suffered as well, she wrapped the towel around his waist. He would most likely not function properly again. Dorothy did not stop to examine or acknowledge the feelings of relief and regret she felt at the sight. Another towel was on the floor for him to stand on. Lion was standing beside the tub, dripping, when the blond soldier came from the closet. He looked miserable in the servant clothes.
Dorothy walked over and took the uniform from him. “What is your name?”
“Thank you for your assistance Jadeite. Please go to the tailor and tell him I want a new uniform for you and I want him to come here to do a fitting for my private guard. If anyone gives you any problems, please tell them to speak with me.”
Jadeite left with his head held a little higher. Even simple soldiers understood sometimes you had to play politics and Dorothy’s favor could come in very handy.
With Jadeite gone Dorothy turned back to Lion who had not moved. She retrieved a stool from her vanity and sat it on a towel next to the tub. “Sit down and I will wash your hair.”
Before she could begin, there was a knock at the door. Lion did not flinch or flicker an eyelash at the sound. Sighing in irritation she went to the door. Sh’ten’s arrogant smile greeted her. Dorothy narrowed her eyes at his smug expression. The man was insufferable.
“Lady Dorothy,” he said with mocking formality. “Duke Dermail would like to see you right away.”
“Of course,” she replied with equal mockery. “I would never keep my grandfather waiting. One moment while I prepare myself.” She stepped back and slammed the door in his face.
She turned back to Lion who had sat on the stool, his gaze was still fixed on the wall unblinking.
Going to the closet she retrieved her bathing robe. She took it and gently draped the soft folds around the silent man’s shoulders. Moving the front she pulled the flaps closed and tied the sash.
“Don’t worry. I will be back soon.”
With her newest possession safely sitting & covered, Dorothy quickly quit the room. She sailed down the hallway not looking for or caring where Sh’ten was.