*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: So I didn't scare anybody too bad with the pink huh? That's good. I think I took the brunt of it all. Curse my imagination. NAACO stands for New Anonymous Anti Corrupting Organization in case you were wondering. I made it up. Yeah. Maybe it's a side effect of AntiPink…. What, it could happen.
So, anyway. Serena hides. Beast seeks. He finds. She ignores. Sort of. More like a catatonia of sorts. And, he starts to realize a few things about the girl behind the woman.
Like…never piss her off….
And oh the horror, the horror. You will see what I speak of soon enough. ::shudders.::
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Chapter Eight.
There are stories where the main man makes a great mistake and tries to sweep the damsel off her feet to make up for it. Where there is great danger and hardships awaiting both parties. Where pain and heartache is nothing compared to the love felt on both sides. And forgiveness was given at the drop of a hat.
This is not one of them.
No, the main guy is not actually a guy, but a Beast. And the damsel could care less about him. In her eyes he's in the same classification as a maggot. Yeah. And as for the danger and hard ships…. Does pink count as dangerous?
Love?
Please don't be naïve. These two have nothing but a mutual dislike for each other. I'm serious. Of course now that I've said that, you are all doubting me now aren't you?
…Where on earth are you getting love from anyway?
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Serena mumbled something in her sleep. And curled further into her fetal position, the towel miraculously keeping all important parts of her covered.
Either that or it was a very nice Author.
I can see how you'd be inclined to believe the author story more.
She was miserable. Not only was her body stiff from lack of movement, but her dreams weren't all that sweet. At all. Period. So lets leave it at that, hmm?
Then she sneezed. And woke up. So the dreams faded and didn't bother her anymore. She didn't want to remember…. Anything. Too bad she did.
Fade away. That's what she wanted to do. Just fade away--
Outside her haven a twig snapped. "Serena?" It was Beast's voice. And, from the sound of it, he didn't know where she was.
Thank god the scent of the roses was so strong, otherwise he might have smelt her. Not that it mattered. He had probably heard her.
Her heart had skipped a beat. Interesting. The last time it had done that was when her mother had died. Or, rather, had been killed.
She sniffled as quietly as she could, at least one small part of her hadn't been regressed to that of a six year olds. That was a small comfort. Everything was still blurry.
The vines in front of her haven were moved away and Beast's face intruded. He blinked at her. Startled perhaps by her appearance. Because, by the castles magic, Serena's towel was no longer that. It was now a dark blue cloak that covered her entirely. She didn't seem to have noticed its change. Amazing that the castle had even accepted her this quickly, the magic changing her dress and leading her to his secret garden and all.
What, did you think I wasn't going to tell you how Serena came to be in a cloak?
Clearing his throat he tried again. " Serena?"
She stared at him blankly, her fist still to her mouth. Big blue eyes stared right through him and at him at the same time.
Now, he realized why she never seemed beautiful. She was too childlike to be that. Blinking at the sudden thought, " he scooted further into the den. A hard accomplishment for someone of his size, mind you.
"I'm surprised that you found this place," he said, looking around at the wall of thorns and greenery that had jealously shielded her from the world outside. " I used to come here myself when I was younger." His eyes went back to hers.
Nothing was forth coming. She remained quiet.
Going out on a limb he tried again.
"I was human once you know."
"…Why are you telling me this?"
The limb snapped.
"I haven't got a bloody clue." He answered, tilting his head in such a way that he appeared to be more of a puppy then a beast.
Awkward silence. At least for him it was. She didn't seem to care. At all.
" I'm tired." She finally admitted, her voice a little muffled by her fist.
Pause. "Er.. right then."
Another pause. "Do you…uh want me to carry you inside?" Briefly, he wondered why that sounded so appealing to him. Given, it had been a long time since he had even held a woman. Just thinking of the girl like that was disconcerting.
"Please?"
He blinked when she scooted herself into his reach. The girl was almost meek. Not pausing to dwell on it, he reached down and scooped her up easily then backed out of the den careful of the thorns. Once outside the rose den he straitened and shifted her about a bit in his arms, hoping to get the feeling of awkwardness to leave. Then, he started walking.
" My daddy used to carry me to my room and tuck me in when Mummy was alive." Serena told him, voice somewhat childish. Actually, she was more or less saying the words to his furred chest and he felt them, more then heard. He also felt her hand tangle itself in his fur, as she nuzzled into his hold.
"I miss Mummy."
Blood pulled a trick against gravity and rushed to his face faster then he'd care to admit. Testosterone was an inherent weakness.
So, feeling like he was stomping on thin ice he ventured a question, " How did she die?"
"…Bad men killed her."
Now despite popular opinion, he was far from dense. Already his mind had spun together a theory on this sudden insight to her life. Now a few more questions to see if her was correct.
" How.. old were you?"
There was a heavy silence as she thought about it. Or maybe she wasn't thinking at all and just didn't want to answer him.
" Six."
Another pause. "Ah." As though that answered everything. In some small way it probably did.
She sighed, and muttered something incoherent. Even his sharp hearing couldn't pick it up.
He looked down at her and was shocked to find her asleep, her bangs falling into her closed eyes. For one small moment something inside him softened, then vanished under the threat of a good bashing. There was no way on this plane of existence that he going to get soft just because of a mere girl who could very well be his great great, great, great, great many times great grand-daughter. Though she was not. He'd never had kids. Therefore she could not be related to him in any way. Yeah, that was comforting…
Things had just gotten way to awkward and strange for him. Truth was he had gotten comfortable with the way things had been between him and her before the towel incident; it'd been bearable. Even though she'd only been here for what? Barely even 16 hours.
She was a challenge.
He hadn't had much of a challenge in a while. 354 years to precise. He'd even kept count. Now, that was boredom.
Compared to him, Serena was little more then a child. Aw, hell, when you got right down to it, she was a child.
A scream of terror echoed through the castle's ancient halls and his ear twitched in response. Funny, he hadn't even noticed that he was no longer in the garden.
Now what in bloody hell was going on? (Actually, it was more like pinkly hell.)
Better finish the task at before going to explore the source of the scream. And that task happened to be getting rid of Serena.
Her room was just a little ways down the hall. Thank god. He was seriously beginning to believe he was a lunatic for thinking such thoughts about her. They were scary. Scary because he actually liked them.
Duo and Wufei would never look at each other the same way again. Pink can do that, you know. And each of them were seeing nothing but pink. They had also seen each other in a new light. A very creepy light, but a light nonetheless.
Hey, no ill side effects. Cool That anti-pink works gooood. Oh right story.
The light.. it was pink. And them… they were very scared.
Relena on the other hand was gushing about how cute each of them looked in the mauve tights they were wearing along with the pink poets shirts and the red velvet vests. Each had not a single clue as to how she had made a pair of suits for them so fast, and in their sizes to boot.
As it were, each looked like rejects from some Cupid Wanna be school. To put it delicately; they looked like pansyfied fruit tarts.
Duo whined. " It takes a very secure man to wear tights. I'm NOT ONE OF THEM KILL ME NOW AND PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY!!!!"
"Shut up. It's your fault were in this mess anyway. Stupid fruit." This came from a disgruntled and disturbed Wufei who was sulking in a corner trying to hide the hot pink bow holding his traditional pony tail in place. It was a mockery to him, he felt, to clothe him in such horrendous and perverse attire. It didn't even compliment his wings nor his figure or even his features. Pink did not sit well with him. In his opinion at least. Duo had other thoughts….
"Hey, I guess black does go good with any color." Duo said pointedly staring at Wufei's hair.
Glare: " I may be from China, but keep in mind wedgies are a world wide tradition."
In a first time wisdom that was rare for the braided fairy, Duo kept quiet. Very, very quiet. Even as make was administrated courtesy of Relena.
"Necca Me latre." Duo muttered. Wufei gave him an odd look.
"What?"
"Kill me with a brick."
All in all; it was a good day to die. And both were praying for a swift and painless end.
AntiPink is starting to wear off so I'm going to stop while I'm a head and I still have a head, for I know that if I keep writing, I will go mad and decapitate myself.
End Chapter.
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Maybe anti pink would be a good thing for Duo and Wufei. I hope I did good by you guys out there reading this insanity. Peace out.
And remember, Join the Army. Meet interesting people. Kill them.
As for my newest feature; Advice for the chapter: When the pin is pulled, Miss Pink grenade is not our friend. She's fairy enemy number one. So, I'd advise you to fight pink with…..AUTOMATIC WEAPONS WHILE RUNNING AWAY. *Ahem * Keep in mind you are not retreating. You are merely advancing in another direction. Works for me. Heh. I will not read any more militaristic material for a while….I promise. Unless of course you do want me to.