*Burning Roses.*
*A Beauty and The Beast story.*
Rating: Pg-13Pairings: 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::: Sits down gingerly at the computer seat, looking a little worse for wear. Looks around warily, as though something of pinkish origin is going to jump out and maul her any minute. Shudders and turns back to the screen. It's pink. She screams. Blinks at the now blank screen and clutches her teddy horse for dear insanity. :: O..Okay, I'm very scared now. :: Starts rocking. :: Uh, story…yeah. Just a minute, I'm gathering my wits here. They seem to have scattered and fled. Traitors. My bunny slippers seem to have hopped off as well. All right, that was sad….
Ahem, so, when we last checked in Serena was towel wrapped and on the warpath. With a peashooter. Duo and Wufei were flying for their lives and Beast was enjoying the show. Not that Serena being nude and wet and in a towel that left little to the imagination has anything to do with it. Yeah, sure keep telling yourself that Beast dude.
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Chapter Seven.
Perhaps if Serena had been of sound mind, she might have realized her state of lack of dress and would have been barricading herself in her room then flinging herself out the window in absolute mortification. As it was, her vision was clouded by red and she kept seeing several scenarios for revenge on the two peeping toms flying as fast as they could away from her and her peashooter. Which, she had some how added several new adjustments to it. Like the scope.
She was only a towel away from being a full-fledged streaker. Not to mention, the towel was only held up by sheer force of will but that was the last thing on her mind. And she hadn't noticed yet.
Duo looked over his shoulder; pale and wide eyed, and let out a squeak when he saw that she was still behind him.
" Wufei, It's been nice knowing you." He threw amiably, and almost conversationally over to his partner in corrupting virtue. The tapestries whizzed by; scenes depicting great battles and the deaths of equally great beasts at the hands of a knight in shining Armour. Well, soon enough there was going to be a tapestry showing the gruesome death of two curious fairies at the hands of a wet, and tarnished maiden wrapped in a towel. Not a good way to die, nor very honorable in Wufei's opinion. He hated to be so small.
Wufei glared at him. "If we survive this, I will kill you."
Duo was suddenly struck with what he figured was a brilliant idea. " Quando Omni Flunkus Moritati" He yelled, and whipped around a corner.
"What the hell does that mean?" Wufei yelled back.
"When all else fails, play dead."
The two fairies snapped to a halt defying all laws of inertia and stared at each other in giddy enlightenment. Then with a nod and a wink, Duo feigned death and dropped like a stone. Wufei decided it best for his ever-shortening life span if he followed the leader in this demented game and dropped in short order.
He heard her footsteps seconds later and sent up a quick prayer. NAACO smiled at him. Then gave him a good swift kick in the pants.
Serena bent down and scooped both fairies into her arms. "Nice possum impression you two. I have a question." She stated, and though they couldn't see it, both knew she was grinning like a lunatic. "Do you like pink?"
Both fairies gulped back their sudden wave of nausea. Oh, man oh man, oh man. This was certainly a learning experience worth remembering. But, the problem with learning experiences is that the test comes first and the lesson later. That, and Duo would never use his knowledge if his life depended on it. Which it did at the moment. Chances were he was going to try it again.
Serena straitened, her prey in hand and began the journey to hell in pink, while humming the death march as a dramatic addition.
7 minutes into the future.
Two horrified screams of two very terrified fairies and the ecstatic girlish squeal later, Serena was waltzing back from her trip to Relena's room. She hadn't looked into the room when she had chucked the two perpetrators into the lion's den so to speak, and had instead ran like her sanity had depended on it. Which, in two ways it had.
Right now, she was feeling quite pleased with her accomplishments. Not only had she punished those two pervs but also she had found a way to keep Relena holed up in that room for a good many days. Or at least until they found a way to escape. Or until Serena decided that she would be merciful and bale them out.
Just one thing itched at the back of her mind; why hadn't they used their magic; she was assuming this because how else had they gotten into her room in the first place, to escape her when they had the chance.
" I AM GOING TO KILL YOU ALL. YOU DISHONOURABLE…. WHAT THE HELL IS YOU DOING? Oh No, LET ME GO!!!!!!!!!!"
" ACK NO!!!! Go AWAY YOU FREAK FROM HELL OR SOME OTHER NETHER WORLD. BACK YOU SHE DEVIL."
"OH, FAIRIES!!!!"
Serena grinned and congratulated herself on a job well done. She was rather proud of herself. Then she suddenly noticed a slight breeze in an area where a slight breeze should not be and looked down to investigate.
No clothes. Towel. Slightly wet.
"Oh. My, am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?" Not that she needed to ask that. Serena knew well enough that she was having no illusions about her attire.
And she had been running around like this, and brandishing a peashooter, which had mysteriously vanished, like a friggin psycho in front of ……..
"Oh god."
She tightened the towel around her, and ran back in the direction of her room, hoping and wishing that she would not run into anyone on the way there.
Her luck gave out and died three feet from her room, for who should be standing there but Beast himself.
She went pale, and rigid, stopping just six feet away from the door to her sanctuary and Beast. " Oh, God, my second to worst nightmare coming true."
He looked over at her, and studiously kept his eyes above her own, for reasons that were rather obvious. She went from white to crimson in 1 second flat, breaking a few records as she did so and gave Quatre a run for his money.
"….Well," He started, then looked away and at the opposite wall, which just happened to have a tapestry of a naked Greek goddess. Sputtering, he averted his eyes to the ceiling, furred cheeks going red. " That was, uh , interesting." He coughed.
Serena pulled her peashooter from the general vicinity of who-the-hell-knows and aimed it at him. Desperate times call for the desperate to measure out the pain. Liberally of course. But, Serena was in no position to listen to that voice at the back of her mind whispering to her to be polite. She was also not in any position to make demands.
Screw polite, she argued back, she was making sure this incident would never come back to bite her in the ass. By any means necessary.
"This never happened, you never saw me… like this and you were never here. Got it? Now go, or shall shoot you. And, if you ever bring this up, I promise to bash your brains in with a piece of convenient furniture. Are we at an understanding?" She hissed and slooooowly began to squeez the trigger of her peashooter.
Beast sweat-dropped, but figured that if forgot this, he'd be more liable to stay sane then if her brooded over it. She did look very … sexy, was it?. In that towel…. NO, BAD THOUGHTS! Peeved at his traitorous mind, he snapped back, "It's not like I'd want to remember you running around like a banshee in the nude! God, no. You're too damn ugly."
In retrospect, he figured too late that that had been the wrong thing to say. Very wrong in deed.
Serena froze, having her main weakness and failing thrown in her face so abruptly like that. She'd always been the family embarrassment because she just couldn't live up to the genetic beauty of them all.
She tried hard to brush off the sudden pain she felt. And the only way to do that, was to take refuge in her anger.
Her eyes stung where her tears had gathered, ready to fall, " Its not my fault I'm like this you bastard! I had no choice in whether or not I was worthy enough! Dammit, I never asked to be me! Just like you never asked to be what you are. Life screwed us both over, you ass. No one cares about me, but the least you could do is show some common courtesy and LEAVE ME ALONE! And GO FUCK YOURSELF because NO ONE GIVES A DAMN ABOUT YOU EITHER!!!!" She turned and ran back down the hall, her sobs echoing through the area. Each cry dug into him, far more deadly then any knife could ever be.
He flinched, her words repeating themselves. Perhaps he had been far too harsh.
Looking about, there were no plants to talk to so he settled for the far wall.
"Damn. When will I ever keep my mouth shut." The wall said nothing, refusing to answer to a beast.
Sighing, he started after her. There was a matter of forgiveness he needed to beg for.
Serena ran, following instinct. Running, and unaware that the features of the castle were melting away till she was out in a garden. A rose garden. She looked around, for a hiding place, though her eyes didn't help much in the search all teary as they were. Everything was blurry.
But she found something naetheless. A rose haven if you will, at the very back of the garden. She went for it. The ground was soft beneath her feet, grass sometimes caressing her skin and tickling her. Roses were every where of every color. But it was all blurred together.
As she got deeper into the garden the scent of the multiple variety of roses got rather heady. Unfortunately it wasn't enough to out weigh her pain.
She got to the rose bush , which was shaped like a den of sorts. She crouched down before the entrance of then rose bush den, and wiped away her tears. Then, able to see better, she scooted herself into the haven.
It was much larger inside then it appeared outside. Thank god. Glad to have found a place to hide away, she pulled down a few vines to cover the entrance to her new found hide out and conceal herself from the world. She didn't want to talk to anybody or anything.
It was a childish habit, she supposed, to run like she had. What else could it have been but that? That and irrational. Whatever. She sniffled and crawled deeper into the hideout, where she curled up on a bed of moss and just listened. She was also sucking on her knuckle in such away that it appeared to be her thumb.
She had done this when her mother had died. Only, then the haven had been a forest. And she'd gotten lost….
Sleep hit her without any warning, not that she minded. She wanted to get away from everything. What better way then to dream? As long as it was not nightmares, she was just peachy keen on it all.
End Chapter.
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