Author's note: I do not own Gundam Wing in any form or fashion.
Unexpected – Chapter 1
Camilla watched as the people around her talked and laughed. She sighed as she saw a man approach her from the corner of her eye. She was so tired of having to be polite to these old gentlemen who wished to acquire her hand. She smiled gently at him as he stopped beside her.
"May I be so lucky as to have this dance?" he asked, his brown eyes glinting oddly, as he extended his hand to her. Camilla cocked her head to the side slightly, her smile never leaving her lips. She nodded.
"Why, of course, Sir Davit." she graciously took his hand and he pulled her to the dance floor. She took this time to survey him. He wasn't old, but he wasn't her age at all. His well groomed black hair swooped back from his face clearly exposing his dull brown eyes. She sighed, wondering if this is all she was meant for. Marrying just to further the family wasn't her idea of what her life should be. As they danced, she came to realize he wasn't a bad dancer, nowhere near as bad as others she had danced with that night. "So how are you enjoying yourself?" she asked politely.
"It's absolutely lovely." he replied.
"See any women that suit your fancy?" she asked. Davit looked at her with a look of lust and longing. Camilla's brow turned slightly down.
"I have." he spoke, barely above a whisper, his voice full of what she saw in his eyes and she realized she could not wait for this dance to be over with.
She glanced around the room and her gaze was caught by a pair of cobalt blue eyes. Dark brown hair was messily tousled on his head and he seemed so out of place in the dark blue suit he wore. She felt entranced by the gaze, like she was almost complete. She needed to know who this man was.
Suddenly she was knocked free of her binds as she felt a hand on her rump. She jerked her eyes back to her dance partner and she broke free of him. Before she knew it, her hand flew threw the air and collided with his cheek with a loud pop.
"Do NOT touch me." she spoke sternly. "You will NEVER have me." she muttered as she turned and walked away from the scene she had just caused. She felt Davit's eyes on her, and she knew he was angry. No one had ever stood up to him before when he was on his little conquests. Most women think he is the most desirable man, but Camilla wanted so much more.
She pushed out the doors and into the garden. She found that her purple ball gown was uncomfortable and the purple lace up pumps were hard to walk in. She wished for nothing more than a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. She sighed as she sat down on a bench, removing the pumps from her feet.
She felt that she wasn't alone, so she looked up to find cobalt eyes gazing at her again from only a few feet away. She smiled at him and he walked slightly closer. "It's not nice to sneak up on people." she stood back up, her pumps now in her hands. He didn't speak, he only looked around. She frowned slightly and turned. "Want to walk with me?" she asked. "I can't stand that atmosphere any longer." she began walking, her eyes glued to the sky. She heard him pick up walking and he was beside her in moments. She observed him from the corner of her eyes. "I take it you don't talk much." she said as they turned a corner. They were behind a hedge.
"No, not much." he replied. She sighed, thinking he must have the same motive for coming out here that Davit had while they were dancing. Camilla noticed that he stopped walking and she went to turn around but was stopped as she felt an arm snake around her neck, hand gripping her pressure points below her chin lightly. She froze, unable to think. "Do not scream, I don't want to hurt you." he muttered. Camilla's breath caught in her throat as she stopped the scream she had been preparing. He pulled her closer to his body and over to the hedge where they wouldn't be seen and she felt tears course down her cheeks. The terror held her body straight
"Why?" she choked out. It was all she could say.
"I have my orders." he replied and she felt the world growing dimmer. Then it all went black.
Camilla jolted upright. Her eyes scanned the room and she caught sight of her abductor sitting at the chair at the computer. She backed away as far as she could and shuddered. She was laying in a comfortable queen sized bed and wearing only her silk slip she had been wearing under her gown and her undergarments. She found herself mentally thanking her maid for giving her the full body slip instead of the skirt slip.
"Where am I?" she demanded, causing the man to turn and stare at her. Silence engulfed the room, and the only thing that was audible was Camila's terrified breathing. "I asked you a question." She exclaimed. "Least you could do is answer it."
He stood up and walked over to the closet. He took something out and Camilla prepared herself for the worst. She closed her eyes and hugged her knees into her chest. She felt something hit the bed and she looked up.
"There are towels in the bathroom, and thats right in there." he pointed to a closed door, and Camilla snapped her gaze back to him. Something in his steady gaze made her know he wasn't going to budge.
Camilla sighed and picked up the clothes. She headed towards the bathroom and shut and locked the door behind her. She looked at the shower and sighed. There was no bath tub, so she couldn't wallow in self pity. She twisted the nozzle to turn the water on and found a comfortable temperature. She gently stripped off her clothes and found a towel to lay out. She pulled her hair out of the now messy bun and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water rush over her shoulders. She felt the tension leave her body and she knew it was only temporary. She commenced with washing herself, starting with her hair and working her way down. She leaned against the wall when she was done, letting the water wash over her.
She didn't want to leave this somewhat peace she had found. Eventually the water turned to ice and she couldn't make herself stay in it any longer. She sighed and cut the water off and reached out for her towel. She toweled off her body and then her long blonde hair. Camilla opened up the clothes and sighed as she realized it was men's clothing, a dark green tank top and black spandex shorts. She sighed and pulled them on, then wrapped the towel around her hair. She sat down on the tiled floor and laid her head on her knees. After about ten minutes of sitting like that, she heard a soft knock. "You okay in there?" his steady voice drifted through the door and Camilla sighed.
"I'm fine." she whispered. "As fine as I can be." She stood up and opened the door to find him standing there. She pushed past him and walked out of the bedroom.
She passed by the kitchen and walked into what seemed like the living room. She saw a shelf containing books and she moved over to it. She felt eyes on her back, but decided to ignore them. She scanned the titles of the books, recognizing some of them, but not all. She pulled one off the shelf and walked over to her captor. "Where am I staying?" she asked. She thought for a moment she saw his eyes soften, but when she looked back and they were the same frozen blue she figured she had imagined it.
"The bedroom." he replied and she nodded. She walked past him trying to go back to the bedroom, but was stopped by a hand gently grabbing her arm. She whipped around so fast her hair wrapped around her neck and she glared daggers.
"Are you hungry?" He asked, and she realized the hold he had on her arm was nowhere near the death grip she though it was. He had barely touched her shoulder and she thought she saw a trace of genuine concern in his eyes. She calmed herself down and looked away from his captive eyes.
"No, thank you." she muttered and walked back to the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. She sat on the bed, pulling the covers up to her waist and she opened the book.
She found that she couldn't focus on it, and her thoughts kept being dragged back to reality. Why had he abducted her? What had she done? She felt a pang of loneliness run through as she thought of her friends, her father. She set the book down as she felt a wave of emotion coming. She laid down on the bed, pulled the covers up to her shoulders and let the tears go. She buried her head in her pillow and let the tears run their course. She laid there crying for what seemed like eternity and she finally calmed down, her tears ran dry.
She took a deep breath, and smelled a deep musk scent on the pillow. She smiled in spite of herself, suddenly feeling very protected. She felt her consciousness slowly as she let sleep overtake her.