*Burning Roses.*

*A Beauty and The Beast story.*

Rating: Pg-13

Pairings: None yet.

Genre: Romance, Humor, Drama. And action (I think).

Disclaimer: Please for the love of God, keep the first chapter's disclaimer in your mind as you read.

Summary: Hmmm, where to start, where to start…. As someone has stated, the pink content of this fic had become rather outrageous. I fully agree.

And further more EVIL ONE who? Cuz, I have an Evil One. He's a fun little bugger. And to answer your question… I don't really know. Funny, hmm?

Oh yes…. I am quite forgetful. You'll all have to tell me who you want to have as the beast. I was going to have it as Trowa, but… well… crap happens.

Beast saves…he passes to… Right. So, Beast saves Duo and Wufei from Relena while simultaneously scaring the shnit out of her. Serena does a little spying and all that jazz.  And Cupid gets mentioned once or twice in here.

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Chapter Nine.

After depositing the blonde girl in the horizontal position on the resting facility also known as a bed, Beast had then headed in the general direction of them thar screams.

Yes, that was an attempt at humor.

Well, he was stalking the hall quietly often stopping to listen for any more horrified shouts or wails or whatever then starting off again. It was a tedious stop and go process of elimination. But, he enjoyed it. Magic took the fun out of things. He'd been too dependant on that anyway. Pathetic.

Thus here he was doing the mundane way of search and find. It was enjoyable.

Then again, the screams were not. He knew very well who they came from, he just didn't know why they were still screaming. Serena was no where near them.

Quite the mystery.

Beast just loved a good mystery. Once again, he paused to listen, and looked to the wall beside him. A tapestry with a dragon falling from the sky a spear in its breast stared back at him.

"How fitting.." Muttering to himself he continued on. Stupid magic tapestries.

He opened the door that held him apart from the screaming fairies and peered inside warily.

Unless of course, the mystery contained pink. Duo and Wufei looked up at him and both immediately kicked into "Tortured Puppy dog" mode, blinking large dewy eyes at him. Mayhap trying to get him to bale them out.

Beast nearly gagged when he saw what they were wearing. "You've been insulting Cupid again haven't you?" He asked flatly. He was disappointed in them. You'd think they'd have learned the first 5,000 times, but, noooo. They just had to go around teasing Cupid about his diapered appearance. They conveniently forgot that Cupid didn't even wear diapers. It was a myth.

Something on the other side of the room squeaked and swallowed. Beast's head swiveled in her direction, slightly tilted to the side; one furred ear cocked back wards. It was an inquisitive posture for him. Second nature in the severity of the situation he was in.

"What the hell are you doing to my fairies?" He growled, confused by the whole freaky situation.

Relena sat upon her big pink bed with an assortment of pink garments fit for a mini man spread about her. Her large aqua eyes were filled with overbearing fear for her life. Or whatever… She was probably praying to some Veggie God that he didn't eat her. He got that all the time. Also, how was it that her eyes didn't just pop out of her skull; he swore that if they got any bigger they would…

It was rather irritating.

" Playing dress up." She offered in a small docile voice.

Incredulous, he sputtered. " Dress up? How old are you?" This was ridiculous. What the hell was up with this girl? Or more to the point, what in bloody hell was she on?

She was doing quite the impression of a dear in torchlight, blinking at him like that. He was reminded of the doe had almost had for supper before this all began. Suddenly grumpy he shot the girl trembling like Jell-O, which hadn't even been invented yet, on her bed a look of death and turned to the fairies who were watching in mute awe and not just a little bit of relief.

He pointed out the door and said, "Scram."

Two little pinkish blurs whizzed passed him and out the door sending thank yous as they went. Only, they stopped in their escape and began the proper kissing of butt routine.

"Gravel at my feet later. Get out now."

 They did so, whooping and shouting "FREEDOM!!" as they went. "AND JUSTICE!!!" "For ALL THE LITTLE FOLK!!!!!!"

Resisting the urge to turn on the quaking Relena and go "BOO!!" He looked over his shoulder and told her that if she ever touched the fairies again she would find herself as an appetizer for the local wolves.

" Oh and, you'll be on your own. They wont be afraid of you. They're color blind." With a sinister grin, which bared all his sharp teeth he left the room and closed the door with a dramatic BANG.

 Once outside in the hall, Beast shook his head with a sigh, "What a sad, sad, twisted little girl she is."

He resumed his stroll down the hall, stepping over torn articles of clothing. Pink clothing. Great. Now there were two fairies running around in the attempt to be streakers. He was going to have to kill them, if this was true. But first he had a question to ask of them.

He found them by following the trail of torn and shredded clothing, outside in the garden, sitting in a bird bath, scrubbing themselves like maniacs on a self purging mission. You know, one of those spiritual cleansing monks partake in? Well, think of it as a pair of rapid monks eager to rid themselves of evil's corruptive touch.

 They weren't entirely nude, they did have on their… boxers, you would call it.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Beast stood and waited for them to notice him. He figured it'd be a tad on the long side.

Must…remove….pink….feel. Must….get….clean…NOW. This was pretty much what was going through the two fairies minds at the moment as they waged war with their skin. Think piranhas.

 And what had their skin done to them, I wonder? Other then protect them from diseases and bacteria and all that…

They scrubbed, slapped, twitched, cursed and did whatever else they could think of to get the feeling the pink had left burned into their hides off. They felt dirty and scarred. Much like Serena had felt when they had been peeping on her. Corrupted even.

Their masculinity had been tainted. Pink… must …get…it….OFF.

To say the sight before him was amusing would be like stating the sky was up and the ground was down. It was funny.

Frantic fairies. Wasn't there a rhyme about that somewhere? Heh. Maybe not.

Beast cleared his throat, rocking back on his padded heels. Waiting.

Startled, Duo and Wufei looked at him red in the face. This seemed to call them back into their right minds, because in the next instant Duo shot a hooded side glance at Wufei. A slow, sneaky grin spread across his lips. Scheming, no doubt.

A moment later, Wufei was doused with water and Duo was flying off to hide before he noticed the other thing he had done to him. Duo was a quick little twerp when he wanted to be. Especially when it came to magic.

Duo stopped his flee flight, whirled around and pointed at Wufei throwing his head back and hooting with glee. Upon closer inspection, he was actually pointing to Wufei's hair.

Reason being that each and every coal black strand was standing on end and gathered into spikes. Each spike was topped with a hot pink ribbon cloned from the original.

Wufei looked up slowly, nearly afraid of what he would see….

… What he saw was scary indeed, for her cursed and turned a macabre shade of red, then lit off on Duo's heels like a hound from hell, glorified pin needle in hand from the general vicinity of who-the-hell-knows-where.

Beast sighed.

Between you and me reader, this was getting old, in his opinion, which no one had asked for anyway, so why are we concerned with it?

 He'd dealt with it his whole long, drawn out life. What a miserable existence. The novelty of their escapades had worn thin 300 years ago.

They were riding the last nerve he had. Yippee-ty-yi-yay!

Turning about face, he slinked off in the direction of the woods. Maybe he could get a decent meal before morning came.

On that note, the day had fairly flown by. Interesting. They usually just limped along for him, before keeling over at sunset and letting the night take over.

Hmmm….he removed his cloak and shirt then went to all fours and loped off into the darkness of the forest, clad only in his trousers. There was less damage to clothing that way. Blood tended to get on his torso more then his legs. Most of it went on his muzzle. Hum, munting, right. Must hunt. No thinking.

Serena had woken up again, a bit after Beast had left her tucked into the bed. She'd been groggy for the first waking moments then upon remembering what she had divulged to the …Beast, had nearly panicked. Then that had faded and had been replaced with a sense of acute dread.

How was she supposed to act around him now?

Unable to submerge herself into sleep again, She'd rolled from the queen-sized bed and clinging to the cloak she still wore, padded to the bay like window. To her delight it had turned out that said window had let to a balcony.

And even more of a joy was that the balcony overlooked the rose garden and the forest, over which the sky hung like a black velvet dome with midnight undertones and diamonds and blue topaz glowing upon it.

She leaned against the rail looking up and searching for her favorite star. Had she've been home, she would have had little trouble finding it. But she had been moved to a new position on the ground and the sky was different then it was at her home. Not different really, but certainly not the same. The stars had rotated.

Down below her a noise grabbed her attention and refused to release her. For there below her was Beast. She watched, feeling sneaky that she was going unnoticed by the predator. It was an exhilarating feeling.

How often is it that the prey gets the one up on the predator? Not very often.

Then he started stripping and Serena nearly fell off her perch on the railing. Clinging to the cold marble for dear life, she watched slack jawed as he threw his silken shirt to the side onto his already discarded cloak.

Though she was far up off the ground and farther still from him, she could still see the muscles play beneath the fur. Her throat went dry as a thought occurred to her. (And, she noticed another attribute she had not been able to see before. A TAIL!!)

He could have easily broken every bone in her body when he had carried her up to her room. And, A TAIL!

How unnerving…

Beast went to all fours and bounded away into the forest and out of her sight.

She blinked. Well, that  was interesting.

Untangling herself from the railing, she cleared her throat and looked back up at the sky, resuming her search for her star. She thought back to Beast and her face lit up like a cherry. What fun, she thought, teasing certain death by spying on him like that.

Serena loved to test death. It was great fun. You should try it some time. Of course, you only enjoy it for so long.

She found her star and sighed in relief. Good. It hadn't fallen. Now, wish time.

End Chapter.

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Yikes. Yi-kes. I like that word. O.O… Yeah so anyway…This chappie wasn't as funny as the others was it?

So, to make up for it… I would like to clear up the little matter of my sanity as it has come into Question. I am not in any way shape or form sane. Insane? Hell yes.

Correction. I do not suffer from insanity. I'm a carrier.   Chew on that one for a while.

All right more funny things to say… Hey, I got a joke. Any one ever hear of the pig farmer? :: Evil grin.:: You see it concerns my cousin and his pigs. I don't like my cousin. If any body wants to hear it, ask and I'll type it in the next chapter.

Advice for the Day: There are very few personal problems that cannot be solved with a suitable application of high explosives.

My translation: If life sucks, let other people know by blowing it all to hell. Use nitro. It's fun.

And isn't Ironic, that I love Pink( the singer you nitwits.) Cruel Irony, no?