*Burning Roses.*
*A Beauty and The Beast story.*
1 Rating: Pg-13
Pairings: None yet.
Genre: Romance, Humor, Drama. And action (I think).
Disclaimer: Please, for the love of God, read the first chapter's disclaimer and keep it in your mind.
Summary: Serena and Relena are packed into the weird transport vehicle, you know, the one that looks like a buggy was screwing around with a spider. And.. They meet the Beast. *cackles*
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Chapter Three.
Morning saw the two off. It was not a tearful Good bye that saw Serena and Relena off. More like a pat on the back on the back, a "Good luck, stay alive, And, Serena don't give the beast indigestion", then a boot out the door. The size Twelve-boot marks on Serena's rear were a silent, but very visual, testament to that. Her father had very muddy boots.
Serena, to say the least, was rather peeved at the rude treatment and shook her fist at her father's back in the age-old one fingered salute. When he didn't notice, she gave up and dragged Relena's whining form over to the … thingamajig that would take them to the Creepy Gothic, but perfectly romantic, castle.
Serena paused in her drag down session to appraise the contraption. She squinted at it, then bent over to see if there was anything underneath it, like hidden horses. She didn't believe that the spider legs were what carried the buggy.
All right, from a scientific standpoint, the thing looked like an arachnid had gotten jiggy with a carriage. And, that was what came from the unconventional joining. But, that wasn't science; it was magic.
She wasn't going to tell Relena that.
Now reader, I realize you are thinking… "Jiggy?" I am also positive you know exactly what I mean. And if you don't, I need say no more about how naïve you are. No offense, of course. Do read on.
Instead, she attempted to get Relena to let go of the tree that had been placed conveniently in her reach. Relena was doing a bang up impression of a koala. It deserved a reward. Which was why Serena let her go, and started stating. "Gee, I wonder what would happen if Daddy-kins found out you were making out with a tree. He'd be so ashamed. And just think of how your prince would feel. He'd be devastated. I mean, come on. A tree? That would make him feel… inept, if you catch my drift." She wriggled her eyebrows in suggestion.
Relena's whimpers cut off abruptly, as the wide dewy eyes widened another fraction of a foot. Briefly, Serena wondered how they managed not to pop out of their sockets, but quickly dismissed the thought for another one, "And, my goodness, look at the transport! It's magic (shouldna told you that) See, obviously, we're going to an enchanted castle. Which means…"
A blonde and pink lightening bolt sped past Serena, who just stood there looking smug. Suddenly, the bolt turned about face and zinged back to Serena, grabbed her arm and zinged back to the transport.
The buggy's door shut behind them and the carriage lifted farther from the ground and started...uh, walking. Yeah, that's right, walking.
The ride was uneventful. Mostly because, there were no windows on the buggy- spider thing, so the two had to make do with verbal chat..ter… Okay, maybe the word combat would be better suited to this instead.
"I don't care if you're the prettier!" Serena lied; she actually did care a little. "I am not going to throw myself at the Beast, just so he can eat me while you run away."
" But, you have no hope for the future; you have no physical endowments, never mind attractive qualities. No one's going to marry you! You love me right? So, in the name of your love for me, you'll sacrifice you're life to save mine."
Drumming her fingers on her leg, Serena counted backwards from ten. When she got to nine, she gave up. " I love you, yes, but right about now, it's a debatable emotion I have yet to figure out. I shall not throw my life away because you want to live yours in a fairy tale. 'And, then, Serena, who loved her sister very much, made the greatest sacrifice that her sister may live on! She, with a final cry, threw herself down the beast's throat, as her sister fled like a headless chicken. Even though Serena was dead, pushing up the daisies, flame of life gone, Relena lived on happily ever after. The end.'" With a dramatic sigh, Serena batted her eyelashes, clasping her hand to her breast and faked a swoon.
"You got to admit, it does sound romantic…"
Glare: "Feh, romance? You are really o' piece of art you know that? My death has nothing romantic about it that I can see. Just a waste."
"Oh. Okay." Relena turned away from Serena, whose eyebrow had risen in suspicion. It wasn't like Relena to give up so easily.
Deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth, Serena settled for thought, trying to ignore her talking stomach. She didn't feel like having a conversation with the organ just now.
Suddenly, the carriage lurched forward, as did her empty stomach, which was not a joint sensation she liked to partake in thank you very much. It lurched backward, and Serena realized it had stopped, but inertia…oh wait, I don't think they knew about that yet. Erm, it stopped and the door opened with a dramatic whine, setting both sacrifices/girls to trembling.
If one were to ask Serena why she was shaking, it was because she was excited. It wasn't every day one got to visit a perfectly romantic, but other wise creepy gothic castle. On the other hand, Relena was trembling in stark horror.
It wasn't every day that one was sent to become a lunch menu by their father. Disguised as a Prince no less. Gee, sir, what would you like, a leg or an arm? Maybe you'd like a rib.
I am not even going to go so far as to say. ' Would you rather have a breast?' Oh, damn, I did. Well, there's nothing for it. Now get your mind from the gutter dear reader, because things are about to heat up. Or, maybe do something of that sort. Depending on if I'm in the mood.
Once both girls had been deposited in the courtyard of a very BIG and scary castle the spawn of the spider and the carriage ambled off at a not so slow pace. It seemed that it was in a rush to get the hell out of there, Serena noted as she dusted her self off. That didn't bode well.
Some one, or, rather, something, growled from the cloak of darkness before them. It wasn't a particularly nice growl, nor was it a cruel one. More like a greeting 'how do you do' snarl, if such a thing were plausible.
(That really didn't bode well….)
But to Relena's panic stricken mind, it was a hungry sound. The kind a predator issued before jumping on it's pray and snapping it's neck like a twig, hen ripping it's belly ope … She made like a leech and attached herself to Serena's arm and side.
"Captain! We've got cling-on's!" Serena thought, staring into the shadows with narrowed eyes. She was not intimidated at all, but, beside her Luna was. The cat hissed and arched her black spine to make herself seem larger.
"Who are you?" Relena squeaked. Charming.
"The master of this castle." The beast had a nice voice, deep and devil may care, but not so much so as to seem arrogant. It was more that he just didn't seem to notice the effect he had, and thus he didn't really care. Did that even make sense? Either way, it was a voice that could charm pig's into flying. A work of art. Oh, right, magic, duh.
Relena visibly melted, tagging the deep and welcoming voice as that of a fairy tale prince's. The death grip she had on Serena slackened and the blonde girl used the opportunity to step way away from the other girl.
Too bad, Relena sidled over to Serena and grabbed her by the shoulder, pulling her towards her roughly. "Oh my… Did you hear his voice? I think I could die. He's got to be a handsome man. No one with a voice that … alluring, could be a beast."
Speaking of pigs flying. Serena gave Relena a disturbed side glance, then her darted eyes back to the man or beast or whatever hiding in the shroud of the shadows.
Gathering her curiosity; she'd never heard the saying curiosity killed the cat, so that explained her eagerness to meet, greet and feed death, she called out with no small amount of command that he should show him self.
She threw in the or else on a spur of the moment fling. And just because being brave gave her a high; she couldn't think strait on an empty stomach, and this wasn't helping matters.
"But, before that, do you have anything to eat?" She added action to inquiry by placing a hand on her stomach
Relena groaned, which then turned in to a whimper as she too realized she was hungry. Father had given them the shove before they had breakfast.
The thing, or person, in the shadows seemed to think, though how could they know? They weren't in there with him. Which was a good thing. I think. Anyway, Serena rubbed her empty gut with a slow circular motion, trying to keep it from feeding on itself.
Not that it was working. It wasn't.
"Very well then, follow me." The owner of the voice finally conceded and stepped from the shadows.
Relena paled. Started trembling. Fainted. Serena looked behind her, and away from the creature at the sound of a body hitting the ground.
She blinked, tilting her head to the side. Then frowned at the other girl's body. How Victorian. .
The halls of the castle weren't as dark and ominous as the outside of the castle was, rather, it was well lit and cheerful looking. And they were clashing with the image the Beast made carrying Relena, looking like she was dead and he was carrying her to feast upon. Feast, Beast, heh. Oh, ahem, right.
Serena's sense of mystery and horror was being tickled right along side her sense of irony. Think about it, dear reader, big, scary beast with huge fangs carrying a girl's body, in the halls of a merry castle abode. Sounds kinda cliché, no?
Her cynical side, just couldn't help itself, and noted the irony with a trill through her bones. She shivered.
Okay, so the fangs weren't that big, but, hey I can't not embellish here. Oh, fine, he only had small fangs, but they looked really big when he bared them. And that happened when he talked. Not that he talked a lot, mind you.
Serena had gotten over the sight of the beast fairly quickly. Call it grim acceptance, shock or what you will. A nice thing about hunger was that it distracted her enough to ignore the facts. She looked about the place, with an awestruck expression. Actually, she hadn't really looked at him.
"How old is this castle?" She asked, her awe coloring her voice. The beast took his time answering. "About 500 hundred years, give or take a few decades."
"Neat." She paused to look at the Beast, in no small amount of admiration.
He was tall, he towered, and no I am not embellishing here, Very tall. Six foot four at least. And to Serena's five three, he made her seem like a midget. She was not too thrilled with this, but she could deal with it. It was only regulation that he be way taller then her.
Had his face not been have covered by his bangs, and fine hair, or more beast-like then human like, he might have passed as a very rugged man. A very muscular, rugged, untamed man. And a noble one at that.
The clothes he wore would have been the envy of an Emperor and his court, Serena was sure. No wonder dad had sold them off like that.
Why was it that men always were the ones to betray? Huh? She made up her mind then to treat this one with caution and keep him at least a 39 foot pole's length away. That seemed a sufficient enough length. And, hey, worked for her. Besides if she was thirty nine feet away, her chances of becoming beast fodder were cut down. Though not by much. She frowned, not at all pleased by route which her mind had taken into the land of Morbid Imagining. From now on, she was going easy on the suspense and horror novels.
Maybe she'd try a few fantasy ones instead. They all ways ended with a happily ever after and not a crunch.
Ohh, comforting. Not. Serena rolled her eyes in what can only be described as a sarcastic manner.
The beast, let's pin him with the name Beast, cause I'm getting tired with writing The all the time, stopped and the door in front of him opened.
What lay beyond was entirely too frightening for words, but I'm going to try any way. To me at least. Don't ya just love me. I suggest any of you with weak constitutions leave the area immediately. Like boys. Or at least scroll down a little ways. Save yourself.
Serena peered around him, since looking over his shoulder like a normal curious girl would do was out of the question, and promptly put in a prayer to what ever merciful entity out there would save her. Either that or knock her out.
The room she was looking at was pink. Not a calm and mellow pink, like a good pink should be, but a bright, vivid, pink. The bed was pink with cherry wood posts carved in a spiral and heavy fushia curtains attached. That was creepy. Fushia wasn't a bad color. But god, was it in the wrong place.
And there were frills every where. Frills! Now, let it be known that Serena had not any taste for things like that. Frills were like… something really scary. She did not like frills. Thus she did what had to be done and turned away, looking slightly freaked. And not just a little green.
It wasn't a pretty green either but, now I'm just babbling.
So, moving on. Pink, frills, more pink, she didn't think that shade of pink could qualify as a color, Serena moved her eyes away from the chest and open wardrobe. She wasn't even thinking of looking in there, no way, nuh uh, no how. More frills, and something else she hadn't a clue as to what, it looked like a… nevermind.
Serena decided to do what any sane person should do at a time like this, she turned back into the hall and though morbid thoughts to over ride the overly cheerful pinky-ness of what she had just had burned into her eyeballs.
Once upon a time, she had liked the color pink, still did. But, that was just a little too much pink for her.
Beast disappeared into the pink prison, and she felt for him, really she did. But any man, or beast, stupid enough to go in there was either very brave or they had a stomach of steel. Titanium.
And reader, if you love the color pink, I'm sorry if I offend. Bad experiences with the hue have left me scared for life, but that's another story entirely. You probably don't care to hear about my personal life. Meanie.
When Beast came out of the room, Serena felt nothing but sympathy for him. He was very brave.
"I shall show you to your room now." He stated quietly, but his voice still rumbled.
She sent up another prayer. But, naetheless, followed the creature, dutifully. Though she was glaring at the carpet.
The carpet glared back.
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moon: Eh, if you haven't noticed, there was some bashing. Unless of course your definition of bashing differs from mine…
SakuraMona: I like bashing. Tis fun. In all honesty, this was an impulse story. I felt the need to write and just started. I'm trying to make it really good. Hope it works.
Zpan Sven: I've already got another plan for Wufei. * evil laugh * Erm, yeah.
Za Kaze No Nisou: Hey, I know you! Nice to see ya. Hopefully, this story will stay interesting. : P
R&R, please. Ja.
*A Beauty and The Beast story.*
1 Rating: Pg-13
Pairings: None yet.
Genre: Romance, Humor, Drama. And action (I think).
Disclaimer: Please, for the love of God, read the first chapter's disclaimer and keep it in your mind.
Summary: Serena and Relena are packed into the weird transport vehicle, you know, the one that looks like a buggy was screwing around with a spider. And.. They meet the Beast. *cackles*
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Chapter Three.
Morning saw the two off. It was not a tearful Good bye that saw Serena and Relena off. More like a pat on the back on the back, a "Good luck, stay alive, And, Serena don't give the beast indigestion", then a boot out the door. The size Twelve-boot marks on Serena's rear were a silent, but very visual, testament to that. Her father had very muddy boots.
Serena, to say the least, was rather peeved at the rude treatment and shook her fist at her father's back in the age-old one fingered salute. When he didn't notice, she gave up and dragged Relena's whining form over to the … thingamajig that would take them to the Creepy Gothic, but perfectly romantic, castle.
Serena paused in her drag down session to appraise the contraption. She squinted at it, then bent over to see if there was anything underneath it, like hidden horses. She didn't believe that the spider legs were what carried the buggy.
All right, from a scientific standpoint, the thing looked like an arachnid had gotten jiggy with a carriage. And, that was what came from the unconventional joining. But, that wasn't science; it was magic.
She wasn't going to tell Relena that.
Now reader, I realize you are thinking… "Jiggy?" I am also positive you know exactly what I mean. And if you don't, I need say no more about how naïve you are. No offense, of course. Do read on.
Instead, she attempted to get Relena to let go of the tree that had been placed conveniently in her reach. Relena was doing a bang up impression of a koala. It deserved a reward. Which was why Serena let her go, and started stating. "Gee, I wonder what would happen if Daddy-kins found out you were making out with a tree. He'd be so ashamed. And just think of how your prince would feel. He'd be devastated. I mean, come on. A tree? That would make him feel… inept, if you catch my drift." She wriggled her eyebrows in suggestion.
Relena's whimpers cut off abruptly, as the wide dewy eyes widened another fraction of a foot. Briefly, Serena wondered how they managed not to pop out of their sockets, but quickly dismissed the thought for another one, "And, my goodness, look at the transport! It's magic (shouldna told you that) See, obviously, we're going to an enchanted castle. Which means…"
A blonde and pink lightening bolt sped past Serena, who just stood there looking smug. Suddenly, the bolt turned about face and zinged back to Serena, grabbed her arm and zinged back to the transport.
The buggy's door shut behind them and the carriage lifted farther from the ground and started...uh, walking. Yeah, that's right, walking.
The ride was uneventful. Mostly because, there were no windows on the buggy- spider thing, so the two had to make do with verbal chat..ter… Okay, maybe the word combat would be better suited to this instead.
"I don't care if you're the prettier!" Serena lied; she actually did care a little. "I am not going to throw myself at the Beast, just so he can eat me while you run away."
" But, you have no hope for the future; you have no physical endowments, never mind attractive qualities. No one's going to marry you! You love me right? So, in the name of your love for me, you'll sacrifice you're life to save mine."
Drumming her fingers on her leg, Serena counted backwards from ten. When she got to nine, she gave up. " I love you, yes, but right about now, it's a debatable emotion I have yet to figure out. I shall not throw my life away because you want to live yours in a fairy tale. 'And, then, Serena, who loved her sister very much, made the greatest sacrifice that her sister may live on! She, with a final cry, threw herself down the beast's throat, as her sister fled like a headless chicken. Even though Serena was dead, pushing up the daisies, flame of life gone, Relena lived on happily ever after. The end.'" With a dramatic sigh, Serena batted her eyelashes, clasping her hand to her breast and faked a swoon.
"You got to admit, it does sound romantic…"
Glare: "Feh, romance? You are really o' piece of art you know that? My death has nothing romantic about it that I can see. Just a waste."
"Oh. Okay." Relena turned away from Serena, whose eyebrow had risen in suspicion. It wasn't like Relena to give up so easily.
Deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth, Serena settled for thought, trying to ignore her talking stomach. She didn't feel like having a conversation with the organ just now.
Suddenly, the carriage lurched forward, as did her empty stomach, which was not a joint sensation she liked to partake in thank you very much. It lurched backward, and Serena realized it had stopped, but inertia…oh wait, I don't think they knew about that yet. Erm, it stopped and the door opened with a dramatic whine, setting both sacrifices/girls to trembling.
If one were to ask Serena why she was shaking, it was because she was excited. It wasn't every day one got to visit a perfectly romantic, but other wise creepy gothic castle. On the other hand, Relena was trembling in stark horror.
It wasn't every day that one was sent to become a lunch menu by their father. Disguised as a Prince no less. Gee, sir, what would you like, a leg or an arm? Maybe you'd like a rib.
I am not even going to go so far as to say. ' Would you rather have a breast?' Oh, damn, I did. Well, there's nothing for it. Now get your mind from the gutter dear reader, because things are about to heat up. Or, maybe do something of that sort. Depending on if I'm in the mood.
Once both girls had been deposited in the courtyard of a very BIG and scary castle the spawn of the spider and the carriage ambled off at a not so slow pace. It seemed that it was in a rush to get the hell out of there, Serena noted as she dusted her self off. That didn't bode well.
Some one, or, rather, something, growled from the cloak of darkness before them. It wasn't a particularly nice growl, nor was it a cruel one. More like a greeting 'how do you do' snarl, if such a thing were plausible.
(That really didn't bode well….)
But to Relena's panic stricken mind, it was a hungry sound. The kind a predator issued before jumping on it's pray and snapping it's neck like a twig, hen ripping it's belly ope … She made like a leech and attached herself to Serena's arm and side.
"Captain! We've got cling-on's!" Serena thought, staring into the shadows with narrowed eyes. She was not intimidated at all, but, beside her Luna was. The cat hissed and arched her black spine to make herself seem larger.
"Who are you?" Relena squeaked. Charming.
"The master of this castle." The beast had a nice voice, deep and devil may care, but not so much so as to seem arrogant. It was more that he just didn't seem to notice the effect he had, and thus he didn't really care. Did that even make sense? Either way, it was a voice that could charm pig's into flying. A work of art. Oh, right, magic, duh.
Relena visibly melted, tagging the deep and welcoming voice as that of a fairy tale prince's. The death grip she had on Serena slackened and the blonde girl used the opportunity to step way away from the other girl.
Too bad, Relena sidled over to Serena and grabbed her by the shoulder, pulling her towards her roughly. "Oh my… Did you hear his voice? I think I could die. He's got to be a handsome man. No one with a voice that … alluring, could be a beast."
Speaking of pigs flying. Serena gave Relena a disturbed side glance, then her darted eyes back to the man or beast or whatever hiding in the shroud of the shadows.
Gathering her curiosity; she'd never heard the saying curiosity killed the cat, so that explained her eagerness to meet, greet and feed death, she called out with no small amount of command that he should show him self.
She threw in the or else on a spur of the moment fling. And just because being brave gave her a high; she couldn't think strait on an empty stomach, and this wasn't helping matters.
"But, before that, do you have anything to eat?" She added action to inquiry by placing a hand on her stomach
Relena groaned, which then turned in to a whimper as she too realized she was hungry. Father had given them the shove before they had breakfast.
The thing, or person, in the shadows seemed to think, though how could they know? They weren't in there with him. Which was a good thing. I think. Anyway, Serena rubbed her empty gut with a slow circular motion, trying to keep it from feeding on itself.
Not that it was working. It wasn't.
"Very well then, follow me." The owner of the voice finally conceded and stepped from the shadows.
Relena paled. Started trembling. Fainted. Serena looked behind her, and away from the creature at the sound of a body hitting the ground.
She blinked, tilting her head to the side. Then frowned at the other girl's body. How Victorian. .
The halls of the castle weren't as dark and ominous as the outside of the castle was, rather, it was well lit and cheerful looking. And they were clashing with the image the Beast made carrying Relena, looking like she was dead and he was carrying her to feast upon. Feast, Beast, heh. Oh, ahem, right.
Serena's sense of mystery and horror was being tickled right along side her sense of irony. Think about it, dear reader, big, scary beast with huge fangs carrying a girl's body, in the halls of a merry castle abode. Sounds kinda cliché, no?
Her cynical side, just couldn't help itself, and noted the irony with a trill through her bones. She shivered.
Okay, so the fangs weren't that big, but, hey I can't not embellish here. Oh, fine, he only had small fangs, but they looked really big when he bared them. And that happened when he talked. Not that he talked a lot, mind you.
Serena had gotten over the sight of the beast fairly quickly. Call it grim acceptance, shock or what you will. A nice thing about hunger was that it distracted her enough to ignore the facts. She looked about the place, with an awestruck expression. Actually, she hadn't really looked at him.
"How old is this castle?" She asked, her awe coloring her voice. The beast took his time answering. "About 500 hundred years, give or take a few decades."
"Neat." She paused to look at the Beast, in no small amount of admiration.
He was tall, he towered, and no I am not embellishing here, Very tall. Six foot four at least. And to Serena's five three, he made her seem like a midget. She was not too thrilled with this, but she could deal with it. It was only regulation that he be way taller then her.
Had his face not been have covered by his bangs, and fine hair, or more beast-like then human like, he might have passed as a very rugged man. A very muscular, rugged, untamed man. And a noble one at that.
The clothes he wore would have been the envy of an Emperor and his court, Serena was sure. No wonder dad had sold them off like that.
Why was it that men always were the ones to betray? Huh? She made up her mind then to treat this one with caution and keep him at least a 39 foot pole's length away. That seemed a sufficient enough length. And, hey, worked for her. Besides if she was thirty nine feet away, her chances of becoming beast fodder were cut down. Though not by much. She frowned, not at all pleased by route which her mind had taken into the land of Morbid Imagining. From now on, she was going easy on the suspense and horror novels.
Maybe she'd try a few fantasy ones instead. They all ways ended with a happily ever after and not a crunch.
Ohh, comforting. Not. Serena rolled her eyes in what can only be described as a sarcastic manner.
The beast, let's pin him with the name Beast, cause I'm getting tired with writing The all the time, stopped and the door in front of him opened.
What lay beyond was entirely too frightening for words, but I'm going to try any way. To me at least. Don't ya just love me. I suggest any of you with weak constitutions leave the area immediately. Like boys. Or at least scroll down a little ways. Save yourself.
Serena peered around him, since looking over his shoulder like a normal curious girl would do was out of the question, and promptly put in a prayer to what ever merciful entity out there would save her. Either that or knock her out.
The room she was looking at was pink. Not a calm and mellow pink, like a good pink should be, but a bright, vivid, pink. The bed was pink with cherry wood posts carved in a spiral and heavy fushia curtains attached. That was creepy. Fushia wasn't a bad color. But god, was it in the wrong place.
And there were frills every where. Frills! Now, let it be known that Serena had not any taste for things like that. Frills were like… something really scary. She did not like frills. Thus she did what had to be done and turned away, looking slightly freaked. And not just a little green.
It wasn't a pretty green either but, now I'm just babbling.
So, moving on. Pink, frills, more pink, she didn't think that shade of pink could qualify as a color, Serena moved her eyes away from the chest and open wardrobe. She wasn't even thinking of looking in there, no way, nuh uh, no how. More frills, and something else she hadn't a clue as to what, it looked like a… nevermind.
Serena decided to do what any sane person should do at a time like this, she turned back into the hall and though morbid thoughts to over ride the overly cheerful pinky-ness of what she had just had burned into her eyeballs.
Once upon a time, she had liked the color pink, still did. But, that was just a little too much pink for her.
Beast disappeared into the pink prison, and she felt for him, really she did. But any man, or beast, stupid enough to go in there was either very brave or they had a stomach of steel. Titanium.
And reader, if you love the color pink, I'm sorry if I offend. Bad experiences with the hue have left me scared for life, but that's another story entirely. You probably don't care to hear about my personal life. Meanie.
When Beast came out of the room, Serena felt nothing but sympathy for him. He was very brave.
"I shall show you to your room now." He stated quietly, but his voice still rumbled.
She sent up another prayer. But, naetheless, followed the creature, dutifully. Though she was glaring at the carpet.
The carpet glared back.
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moon: Eh, if you haven't noticed, there was some bashing. Unless of course your definition of bashing differs from mine…
SakuraMona: I like bashing. Tis fun. In all honesty, this was an impulse story. I felt the need to write and just started. I'm trying to make it really good. Hope it works.
Zpan Sven: I've already got another plan for Wufei. * evil laugh * Erm, yeah.
Za Kaze No Nisou: Hey, I know you! Nice to see ya. Hopefully, this story will stay interesting. : P
R&R, please. Ja.