* Frozen Lilies.*

* Rating: Pg-13/ R for some points.

Pairings: Over all Trowa/Serena.. all though Quatre wishes is differently. Poor Boy.

Disclaimer: Dude, its just occurred to me…I am pathetically poor and I own nothing. Diddlysquat. Damn, what a demoralizer eh folks? But there be hope, for I do own Frozen Lilies. In all it's glorified sequel-ness. Thank you.

Summary:

Tra lalala la. Blah blah blah, I have no idea what to say for the summary. But it is the freaking start of the sequel, and that's gotta count for something.  All right, it's been confirmed. I have lost all things even resembling a thing called sanity. Prepeare yourselves readers. This is going to be one hell of a bumpy ride. I lost the brakes too. Oh, by the way, it's going to have a lot of things in here that some of you may find unpleasant. I will try to warn you ahead of time so that you can grab barf bags or something.

As I said before I found my inner Romantic. Now, I'm trying to find a place to hide her again.

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Prologue.

They say married life is bliss, although there are some points where that can and will be questioned extensively. They say that a married man lives longer then an unmarried one. Methinks that that may have to do with the fact that said married man isn't out in places of leery origins living the life of liquor and *ahem * easy women if you catch my flow.

No, they are often at home tending to the rug rats while mummy dearest is lecturing him on the proper way of dousing a baby's rump with adequate amounts of baby powder otherwise there will be rash hell to deal with and Mummy wont have that.

 Pistol whipped and down on their knees in servitude, basically. But hey, it's not that bad.

At least that's what they, the 'happily' married men of our society say. Can you blame us if we don't believe them?

And another thing… Oh…no..wait…there is no other thing. Give me a second…all right, now there's another thing.

Divorce. Now, there my friends, is a kid's nightmare. Or a dream, depending on what kind of kid we're dealing with.

Divorce is such a nasty subject, really. It tears families apart at the seams, make little girls cry and little boys view themselves as the man of the house and that they have to take care of the young'ns. Forces them to grow up (Which was probably where the fantasy of Never Land and Peter Pan with his twinkybell-thingy sprang up from. But we won't get into that.). Painful thing growing up, as one elf can tell you and tell you good.

This happens to be her story. Sort of. Actually, it's my story but we'll all be nice and pretend it's really hers.

 Anycrap, as I was saying, Serena is a bit of an expert on the emotional turmoil that dwells around as we all know.

I mean, hello! The elf-girl is one loopy person, running around in towels brandishing peashooters and cackling like a rapid badger then running from a room crying still in afore mentioned towel just because of one little thing then hiding in a rose garden for how many hours and babbling nonsense about her past to a guy she should hate but would come to love. If that isn't emotional turmoil I don't know what is. 

Nah, on second thought maybe it's emotional anarchy.

All because of what her past held and the memories she had tried to block. Stupidly of course, as we all now that the past never stays in the past and that it usually just has to come up and give us all a good thwap upside the head and then a jolly swift kick in the pants.

It's a screwed up world, when a man kills their wife out of spite. Or for  money, or for whatever other reason they may have.  Like say , Ken. You know, the pansy that sold off his two daughters to a beast foolish enough to buy them. One has to wonder if said beast was under the influence when he agreed to that deal. The sucker.

As it was, Serena still had questions she needed answered but no one else not even her true father could answer for her. She needed to find the answers on her own. Well, maybe with some help. No one ever got anywhere on their own hubris. They usually ended up dead as a doornail, ashes to ashes and so on. Just like a certain blood sucker we all knew and sadly…won't miss. Ha! Poor bugger never knew what hit him.  

Anyways. She needed to find her past, find more about her mother and perhaps her grandparents. And she couldn't get that from Heero. Fat lot of good he did her, where ever he went to. Some father. Now how was she supposed to have a real father when said gene donor was out running around and doing whatever it was he did! It only proved that she didn't know as much as she'd have liked to know about her father.

How pathetic….

Trowa, on the other hand, was pretty puzzled as well by the fact that he was supposed to be human but wasn't completely. He was something else, even though he appeared human. Well, at least he wasn't a beast anymore that was something of a condolence to his bruised ego (Scratch that, make it… nearly nonexistent ego).

Not very much of one, but it would have to suffice. For now. He wanted to find out why he had not returned to his formal mortal glory. Which wasn't to say that he wanted to be human, uh uh, no. He wanted to know why. He was quite content with the fact that he would be able to live out a long life with his love.

And that was enough. But you know how the saying goes.

Curiosity killed the cat. And satisfaction brought it back.

Speaking of cats….where the hell had that black cat Serena had with her go to?

Of in the barn, a rather content black cat by the name of Luna looked up from her meal and sneezed, sending a rat tail (courtesy of the rat she had just devoured) flying. Yummy.

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Eh…. That's the prologue. -_-. I could have done better towards the end…but I ran out of steam on the subject of divorce. I have had no first hand experience of the thing, luckily so I closed it rather lamely. Bow to me, as I am the Lady of Lame.

Lovely.

Also, I have to warn you that the chapters wont be coming out as fast as they had last time. I'll try to put one out every other week, or sooner if I can, but, well, I am afraid that school is going to have to come first. I have a lot of missing work. ::Grumbles:: So, yeah. PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!! I BEG OF YOU!! Show mercy please?