Title: Romance
Author: Nova
Category: AU, Crossover
Pairings: Too many to count
Rating: PG
Warning: None

Notes: AU - Set in the English countryside just before the war against Napoleon.  Bitchy heiresses, arrogant suitors, sexy servants, betrayal, love, death, and humor.  Pairings of all kinds appear and characters from many animes will be making appearances.  There will of course be some OOCness, but that is expected with an AU fic. R/R appreciated.

Disclaimer:  I do not own Gundam Wing or Samurai Troopers or any other anime contained herein.
 
 

Romance
by Nova

Chapter 8






“KENTO!!” Dorothy’s scream ripped through the air.

Before White Blaze could stop Ryo leapt off and was running for the stable. “Oh God Dorothy, please be okay. I’m coming,” he thought as he flung open the doors.

Ryo dashed in, only to stop short and stare dumbly at the scene before him. He didn’t know what he had been expecting, but this wasn’t it.

Dorothy lay sprawled in a pile of straw panting softly. Kento stood, his face flushed and breathing heavily as he tried to jerk his britches back on. He wasn’t making any progress. Each time he pulled his pants up, Shinigami tugged back, holding tight to the material clamped in his teeth.

“Come on Shini, let go,” Kento begged.

The stallion snorted and shook his head, wiggling the breeches down farther. A burst of laughter came from Dorothy as she writhed in the straw pile.

“Dorothy, this isn’t funny!” Kento cried.

Her continued laughter implied she disagreed.

A look of panicked relief spread over Kento’s face as he spotted Ryo in the doorway.

“Ryo man, thank God. Get Shini off me. I’ve got sugar cubes in my pocket and the dumb beast won’t let go.”

“Looks like everyone’s trying to get in your pants today, Kento,” Dorothy said before going into another peal of laughter.

Making his way over, Ryo couldn’t stop an amused grin from spreading across his face. Kento really did look ridiculous clutching his pants in both hands as if to protect his virtue from the playful stallion. Tickling him gently under the belly, Ryo was able to coax the black demon into releasing his grip.

“Funny, Doro, funny,” replied Kento, finally succeeding in pulling his britches up.

“All we needed,” commented Ryo, stroking Shini’s muzzle, “was for Touma to show up and it would have been perfect.”

Kento groaned, “Don’t even think it. The last thing I need is for Touma to get wind of this. I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Where is that rascal? I haven’t seen him in almost a month. He used to come to the estate at least once a week,” inquired Ryo.

“He’s been real busy with his Dad visiting London an’ all. Last I heard he was out at the Bu’s farm. Koutoku is worried ‘bout the twins bein’ born too early.” Kento fed Shini the desired sugar cubes. The stallion gobbled the treats eagerly.

“This was fun,” said Dorothy brushing straw from her skirts, “but I really must be getting back.” She took the reins from Ryo speaking softly to Kento. “We’ll have to pick up where we left off later.” She deliberately brushed against him as she led Shini out of the stables.

Ryo’s eyebrows shot up, and he gave Kento a questioning look. Dorothy and Becker’s comments finally came home. Was there more going on here than he guessed?

Kento shook his head, avoiding the unspoken query. Ryo would have liked to stay and question his friend in private, but he had to stay close to Dorothy until she was safely back at the estate.

“Later,” he said firmly. Ryo had every intention of finding out what was going on.

He waited for Kento’s resigned nod before following Dorothy.

If Kento really was mixed up with Dorothy he could be in big trouble. Ryo knew better than most how little power the lowborn had against the nobility. His memories of the humiliation and degradation he suffered at Dilandau’s hands would always be with him.

Ryo considered Kento and Becker to be his only real friends. When he had wandered into town, the big hearted blacksmith had taken him under wing, given him a place to stay and helped him acquire his current position with the Khushrenadas. Neither of them had asked any questions about his past, accepting him on face value.

That trust meant more to him than he could ever say. If Kento really did need help, he would do what he could.
 
 

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