Notes: this is a songfic based on a song by one of my favourite singers, Kelis. Its called Mafia. And its also a POV of Dorothy C. When I watched gundam wing, I always thought that Dorothy seemed so high on herself, but yet she was so intense on her feelings. (0_0) I think the icetea is getting to me. Well, enjoy…I guess.
Disclaimer: I don’t own GW! I don’t own the song lyrics neither…I’m not that smart, nor that rich…don’t sue me please!!!
I would die for him…he knows it. I have shown it to him, that he is all that I care for. I sacrificed family for him. Maybe…it was fate. Lady Une looks down on me and calls me child, but she doesn’t know who I am…the deep shadows that lurk in my mind and soul. It is like opening a plain wooden gate that hides the complex labyrinth, and when you enter it, you can get yourself killed. That’s what I have done for myself…when people see me, they see the sweet and kind Dorothy Catalonia. But when I look in the mirror, I see a faithful servant to my dear Uncle.
Somebody made me an offer and I accepted
Forever in debted to weapon
Love, honour, and respected
But his image was different than what his character reflected…
Treize…Treize Kushrenada…that is my life and I would die for him and I would play the god of death for him, whenever he needs it. Because, like Une, I can change too…from the sweet innocent girl that they all think I am to the lethal mind and the equally lethal hands. Only for his love, and respect.
Like Duo Maxwell, killing comes easy for me, but unlike him, I don’t become disillusioned with it, thinking that I am death…I am only his right hand.
I can sit down and play the sweet little hostess to twenty very dangerous aristocrats, and serve them wine that is laced in white Arsenic. I can easily stick a knife between their ribs or across their throat before they really realise that they have stepped into the wolf’s lair.
“So…what are you telling me, Lady Dorothy..?’ the man mutters in front of me, he stares and me with disbelief, and repulse in his eyes.
I can feel a smile stretch my lips, the knowledge of what I can do to him, is my only advantage “My dear uncle has no use for you anymore, Sir Robert.” I reach slowly for the revolver that is tapped to the bottom of my table.
General Kushrenada? But I have always supported him…” The man mutters as he stares at me.
I laugh at his words that ring the truth “You supported him? You were willing to tell the enemy plans…plans that seemed to get to the ears of our little pests, the Gundam Pilots…now, how can that be.” I feel my stomach turn in repulse for the creature that is sitting in front of me, grovelling like a lowly beggar. Quickly tearing the gun from its place under the table, by my knee, I stare at him, past the barrel of the gun and into his eyes, now watery with tears for his own life.
“Please…I have a daughter at home…” He pleads to me, something that I have become immune to, I shut this out and think only of the safety of my uncle.
One last chuckle, I emit and then I slowly put pressure on the trigger. “Well, Robert…you should have thought of that before you decided to betray my uncle…I am quite sure that you knew the consequences of your actions…” One last ounce of pressure and then it explodes, the bullet rips through flesh, bone, and soft brain tissue and embeds itself in the wall of my dining hall.
Mister and Misses, but I wonder where the bliss is
Sealed in blood and Cord ion kisses
The shit I witnessed…
I used to get sick at the sight of blood, now it laces and intertwine itself into my dreams, and I don’t mind it anymore…the colour is rich and beautiful, pure and honest…like Trieze.
Setting the gun down softly at my side I sigh and return to slowly sipping at my soup. Ignoring the sight that is in front of me…I am getting a little bored of the poison…so I tried a new way, the other way that left me with a rush and a tingling sensation that seemed to be a drug for me. “One must always learn that snitches deserve to be put down like stray dogs…” something like a ritual for me to say after I have killed…like a prayer or a justification that seems to soothe my conscience. Looking around the room, the sun filtering through the large windows and the birds chirping in the courtyard…the strong smell of roses and blood that hung ominously in the air.
Death to a soft heart
That’s what I vow to you
The vows I vow to you
Amazing how it’s true
Talk goes on our phone
Just to remind you
That I’m behind you…
Picking the cell phone off the table, hidden between the vase of roses and the wall, I quickly phone my uncle’s number, one ring, two ring, three rings…his low tenor voice as he says hello.
“It’s done Uncle…” hearing the admiration in my own voice, I touch my neck and feel the tiny gold chain that held a locket with his picture in it.
“Good, Dorothy…thank you.” He says over the phone, his feelings so clear and pure when he talks to me. I feel special, like I am the only one that ever sees or hears him as a human. “I love you…” This is his farewell…to me, I think that he does not have the courage to say good bye to me… I made that deal with him…never say good bye…it’s too final.
“I love you too, Uncle.” I hang up the phone, hugging to my chest because I feel him close to me.
Turning to see that pathetic form of the man slumped in his chair, his brains splattered on my wall, I can’t help but smile, and think of the sacrifices that I am making for Treize.
Walking out of the room, letting the servants dispose of my mess…only a few of them I have because I don’t trust them. They know what would happen if they ever did snitch…I would shoot them like stray dogs, too. But, I pay a hefty price for their silence too, I can’t help but smile when people take me seriously, that’s why I am usually smiling all the time. I never make idol threats…ever.
…Could give a shit about it
Time to focus a foe
Many lives bought and sold
Fortunes favour the bold…
Stepping into the room and looking down at my hand, I realise that I had brought the gun with me, setting it carefully on the dresser, amidst my stuffed animals and other random items that are supposed to be seen on a girl’s desk, I stare into the mirror and realise that some blood has splattered on my face and dress, irritation rises and makes me shiver, I look too unlady like, mother would have had a fit…but she’s died when I was little, and I never really got to know her. My grandfather raised me and then, when he was killed, my uncle…I remember that he was worried about what I would do, because I was so willing to sacrifice Grandpa for a cause he never saw…but I explained it and then he smiled and patted my head like an obedient dog. His cornflower eyes glittering in adoration, a feeling that was totally reciprocated.
“So, this is who you are…” A voice that startled me, someone that I hadn’t planned on seeing.
“What do you mean?” Gathering my composure and putting on my best innocent face.
The violet eyes hard, with disgust…and something else I couldn’t recognise. “Blood, its all over you.”
My mind works over a million excuses and then I realise, he is in my domain…I have the ball. “Yes, so?” I snap as I pick up a brush and start brushing my hair.
I bite my lip to keep from loosing the cool that I had polished. Watching him through the mirror as he sits on my bed, the pistol, gleaming in his hand as he held it lightly. “Hmm…Lady Dorothy, the monster behind the porcelain mask.” Catching the cynicism in his voice as he glares back at me, with those unnatural violet eyes.
“We’re alike you, and I…” I put the brush down and think of what to say next “We both have masks that we put on for the loved ones and the hated ones…each surrounded in death…comforted by the sight of blood.” I smile as I realise that this is getting to the young pilot, his own cool nerve wearing thin.
He sniggers “us, alike? No…I don’t think so. You like killing…you enjoy it like cat and mouse. I watched the whole thing, your mask has slipped Dorothy.” He voice is low and I think that he is trying to intimidate me. But…its not going to work with me.
The high speed chases
I’ll do them just like you
I’ll give them dust like you
“Intimidation…it doesn’t work with me.” I am slightly shocked that I am saying this and it makes me bit my tongue, to make sure I don’t say anymore than I need to. “and I have always been my true self, some people just choose to ignore it…thinking that what you look like from the outside reflects on the inside…maybe for some people like Relena…but not I.”
He throws his head back and laughs at me, it almost seems infectious…but then again I don’t have anything to laugh about. “Your vain, Dorothy…conceited.”
“well, its only right that death be so beautiful…I of course mean you and i…but yes, of course I am conceited, a girl like me must worry about her looks, if she is ugly on the inside, she might as well admit it and work on something that she can change “Yes, and is this why you are in my home, to tell things I already know?” I but on my best smile and turn back to my grooming.
“I came on my own accord…” He stood and tapped the gun on the bed post.
I can just imagine what he came for…nothing that I am willing to give him…but they way he thinks, it intrigues me…he is the conceited one. “And what exactly did you want to see?”
He shrugs, staring at the carpet.
“Is my carpet that fascinating, Duo?” I couldn’t help myself.
Standing slowly, I meet his eyes, those…amazing eyes. Sorrow, desperation and uncertainty cloud them, making them more mysterious to me. “I don’t know why I am here…” He mutters.
Death to a soft heart
That’s what I vow to you
The vows I vow to you
Amazing how it’s true
I give him my best inquisitive stare, putting my hands on my hips “So, when do you plan on leaving?” I ask quietly, feeling the air between us thicken…something that is attracting me.
He slowly steps toward me, filling the distance. His breath hot on my face, smelling slightly of sweet liquor, his eyes never leaving me. “I…don’t…know.” He comes closer to me with every word, the heat of his body making me flush hot beneath my blood spattered dress. I can feel the pressure of his hands and the hollow carpet muffled thump as he drops the gun.
“what are you doing?” I whisper, I can’t help to feel the sheer panic flow over me, like a wild animal trapped in a corner. My hands responding to his, touching the small of his back, the heat that saturates the black cloth of his shirt.
His lips brush mine and a hand touched the back of my neck, making the hair stand on end. Treize, I love you…but this boy, this boy will…do. I won’t tell him anything…I promise. But…I can’t help myself. I have given my soul to you, but my body can be his tonight.
Relax my love
The love I have for you is like the Mafia
For you I’d testify
I’d lie for you of course
Since my love is like the Mafia
And for you I will fight
It’s amazing the things he can do…the emotions that he can set off by just the brush of a hand. Tonight, us, the two symbols of death, will let our masks slip and just become humans tonight.