Entropy

chapter Sixteen: Bruises.

(Y/n) felt the wind die down as the sparring subsided. Wamuu and Santana were breathing hard. Both had open wounds on their skin. Destruction was all around them. They had decided to stop. "You've grown, Santana.," Wamuu breathed out, "Those rib blades hit harder than before." The vermillion haired pillar man nodded, "Your attacks are precise." Santana smelled the air then his own skin. This spurred (y/n) to smell her hair, it was greasy again. Time for another bath, the human woman stood from her place in the snow and felt eyes other than the pillars watching her.
Her stand came out to look around. There was nobody around but them. Unless... Entropy floated to the edge of her long range. The unseen eyes of the stand looked around for her master, no luck in finding the person watching them. She looked to Saint Moritz. It had to be one of her friends! They had come to Switzerland! The blind woman was taken out of the trance by Santana touching her shoulder softly. "Inside.," Santana said to the woman, "Warm up."

"Oh. Okay.," the human woman spoke and took the hand of the pillar man. The woman followed Santana in as Wamuu followed. Santana had a firm yet gentle grip on her hand as they walked together through the building. The passageway was very familiar. They had not gone this way a lot, yet (y/n) recognized where they were going. "Wait, we're going to the bath again?," she asked. Santana's eyes looked back at her blinded ones, "Yes. Need bath." "I'm going to join again.," Wamuu spoke from behind them. The blind woman felt her face heat up. Handsome buff men taking a bath with her again, it was almost too much for her to handle. She was led into the room and the door was shut.
Santana again looked through the soaps to find one he liked and what would fit the pet human. (Y/n) turned on the water and added some relaxing oils and herbs to the water. A gentle fragrance filled the warm air. The water felt warm to her fingers. She heard the sound of fabric moving and being removed from a body before the water ripple as a large mass enter the tub. Wamuu. He made a contented sigh and sank deeper into the water. He had to have sore muscles from all of the workouts and sparring he did. Thankfully, his pretty green eyes were closed and Santana was still looking at the soap selection. This gave (y/n) some time to get into the water. She quickly and carefully removed her clothes and slipped into the water, covering her bare chest with her arms.

She could feel Wamuu's intense gaze on her. Why was he looking at her? Was she unpleasant? Did those awful burn scars deform her? She did not know and looking for answers in visions did not yield anything, which led to more anxiety. She did know that he did not have any intentions of hurting her. Another body entered the water. Santana had made his decision and brought the products over. He patted the young woman, "Wash me. It feels good." (Y/n) wanted to, yet she was a little hesitant about it from the other one who was soaking in the tub with them. Wamuu's emerald green eyes silently watched the two with him, he was a little interested in the two who were with him. He was interested in their relationship. His eyes watched the human woman take a soap covered cloth and wash Santana's back after Santana turned his back to her. He seemed to like it.
Wamuu watched her wash Santana's back then move to his hair, wetting the locks and lathering them with shampoo. Her nimble fingers massaged Santana's hair. The wind warrior saw that his sparring partner seemed to be enjoying the attention that the smaller and weaker creature was giving him. Her smaller body had to press up against Santana's just to get his hair. Wamuu also saw bruises on her from when Santana and himself were rough with pulling her, as well as a large bruise in the shape of a hand on her butt. So she did make the noise earlier. Wamuu realized he was staring and looked away before the young woman was finished with shampooing and conditioning Santana's hair.

(Y/n) slid back into the water, the warmth made her scars burn a bit, yet it was nothing she couldn't handle. She 'looked' at Wamuu with both her dead eyes and her power. He had his eyes closed and arms crossed over his broad and muscular chest. His blond hair glistened with the moisture starting to accumulate in it. The human woman was still hesitant about bathing with others, especially with the opposite gender, but she was glad it was these two and not the others. "Wa-Wamuu...," She spoke with a little shakiness, "Would you like me to wash your back and hair?" The glassy and rippled eyes that stared at Wamuu did not disgust him like others would have been.
He turned his back to her for easier access, "Go ahead." (Y/n) picked up a wash cloth and applied Wamuu's preferred soap to it before she began to scrub his back. His skin was kind of rubbery like Santana's was, yet his veins and muscles were much more prominent. The young woman scrubbed and massaged the large back, sometimes having to rise out of the water to get to some places. Wamuu did not give any indication of how it felt as she washed him. He was rinsed off and the blind woman started to wash his hair. She had to stand up and press herself even more against this massive pillar man to wash his hair. She massaged her fingers into his stiff and coarse hair. The parts that stuck up was really stiff the length that was in the back was smooth.