*Burning Roses. *

*A Beauty and The Beast story. *

Rating: Pg-13

Pairings: None yet.

Genre: Romance, Humor, and 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: ::sits there and stares at all the reviews blankly, then goes, :: Whoa.

Do I have to stay in Bed to get rid of this?! Huhn, no fair!! I hate beds. Grrr. Well, thanks for the get well motive. I will. Maybe I can declare a cold war on the bacteria…

I love horses. I could go on about them forever and ever. E-mail me if you want Details. I rode bare back or Australian.  I rode English once. Felt like I was riding a slip and slide. It was fun though. And western. I rode all of them I guess.

:: Shudders:: I hate needles. One time, I was 6 or 9, a nurse tried to stick a needle in me and I kicked her. True story. Ask my Dad. Oh was he ashamed…

I guess Squirrel is my manager of sorts. Heh, cool.  But I am still Silver-Chan, so neah heah. :: pauses then blushes and looks down at floor:: Erm, well, yea, anyways. ::Cough cough:: Ack, need ..air.

I did get out of my writers block. B-52's are so cool. Especially the little clicky thing. You press the little button and it clicks then things go BOOM! Fun Fun. 

And thanns a lot for the comment on my Vydain picture!

Serena now knows who Beast is. And Beast is mad. They have a bit of a fight in which Beast discovers a little something called guilt. And a great feeling of stupidity.

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Chapter Fifteen.

Anger and betrayal are very dark and dreadful emotions. They have the ability to blind one to anything except the hues of red and black. As was the colors Beast was seeing at the moment.

Fear and shock are two very paralyzing feelings. They have the ability to cause your muscles to freeze and your brain to start working over time. As were the symptoms Serena was experiencing at the moment.

The knowledge that your butt just may become the next moving target is a great motivator indeed. It has the ability to make you move very fast in the other direction. As was what Duo was doing at this very second.

Duo glanced once at Beast then twice at Serena and declared the situation unhealthy for him, then took off back down the corridor at full tilt. He may run and he may hide…

Now reader, I realize you are thinking something along the lines of 'that little twit, abandoning her like that! Why I outa…'. I would like to insert a thought here. It goes a little something like this. 'Well, if Duo runs and stays alive we get to see him again and not as a corpse either. Go Duo, fly fast.' Yes, that's how bad the situation is looking to turnout.

" It's you!" Serena squeaked, pointing at Beast limply. Stark disbelief in her blue eyes.

  Beast seemed to flinch, and drew himself to his full height.

" Correction. It was Me. As you can very well see I am not that way anymore." His voice was flat, the emotion nearly gone. All except for the dark ones. Beast felt as though he had just been betrayed.  Though in a way, he hadn't been. He'd never told Serena where she could and couldn't go in the castle.

But he hadn't wanted her to see him as he was human. For now when she looked at him, she saw what he was instead of how e is. And she felt disgust and pity for him. He didn't want that.

He wanted acceptance. And maybe love.

Serena put her hand to her mouth to shut herself up. She didn't take to the fact that she had just squeaked out something so stupid. Her mindless little blurt must have hurt him. Oh, god, not good. When would she ever learn to shut up? It had been her fault that she had ended up here with Relena in the first place, then she had to go and make enemies with Beast, not that that lasted long, but she had cherished their friendship. He'd been her first true friend. And she probably just blew that sky high. She was such a fool.

Someone kill her, kill her now.

I'm afraid I can't do that dear. You are needed for the story line. So shut up and take it like a woman.

She looked up at him and dropped her hand so she could beg his forgiveness. It hurt her to know she had been so stupid to hurt him. Despite all outward fronts she put up, Serena was not so cruel.

" Beast…I'm so—" She began, only to be cut off.

" Disgusted, sorry? Of course you are, pity me, go ahead." He growled.

" No, I d—"

" Then turn and run. Just like a delicate lady should in the face of danger."

Serena flinched from that barb, and decided it best to just remain quiet. Fools talk, the wise listen. She was not saying that Beast was a fool, not at all.

He continued, unaware that she was staring at the ground making no move to deny his accusations or make her own, " Why are you here any way? Who said you could come to this place?" A paw flew out to encompass the corridor.

" I was sold by my father and you never said anything about boundaries." She murmured softly, then suddenly looked up eyes blazing.

 Sometimes wisdom needs to be shared.

"What?" Funny, he sounded scandalized. Her eyes stared strait into his own, the same that had been in the portrait.

 " And I'm sorry if you think that about yourself, that you're disgusting, and that I pity you. I don't. And you aren't. What I'm really sorry for is that you're stuck in the image of how you see yourself, and are so caught up in self pity that you don't realize that other people, people like me, don't care about that, I don't see a hideous creature. I see a man. And you know what? You're more of a man then my father, then any other man I've had the misfortune to meet. You have a heart, and you're kind. You're not like every other man."

She turned around and walked off calmly. At her sides, her small hands curled into fists, and had he have been in front of her he might have seen her angry tears. But he wasn't so he remained ignorant of her pain.

At the end of the hall, she stopped, " I'm sorry that I hurt you Beast. I never meant to." Then she was gone.

And Beast was feeling very stupid.

" No wonder that witch turned me into a beast. I am one. Damn it all."  He sighed and Looked to the portrait of the young man. The beautiful, vain thing he had been so long ago.

Scowling he turned away and stormed off.

Under the silent portrait of a stoic young man, red chestnut bangs partially shielding his face and a half of his jaded gaze, there was a name-plait. Old, tarnished and dusty, the inscription was still readable. " Trowa Barton IV. 1789 - ___"

And, behind the young man, there was a rose, pure white in every sense of the word. But, the rose itself was burning. That was the curse. And now it seemed more then ever, that the rose was burning brighter then it ever had.

End Chapter.

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Ohhhh. If anyone finds Serena's speech offensive, please don't get mad(Get Glad. Heh, sorry couldn't resist…).  You'll see the reason for her generalization soon. But, my, a fight. Oi, and we see another side of Serena. Where do they all come from…. Jeeze, you think you know a girl.

By the way, that joke in the last chapter, I made it up. Ha ha. I was talking to a friend and just rattled that off, then thought ' Whoa, wait, that's a funny ha ha joke. I'm putting that in my chapter. ' And I think that's about when the writers block went boom. HAHAHHAH. :: hacks:: Good grief. Life's no fun if you can't laugh.  

Advice for Chapter: Never argue with an idiot, onlookers can't tell the difference. That's why I never argued with my cousin where I could just poke him with a jab or two then laugh my head off when he didn't get what I was saying. He thought he was so smart. The twip.

Joke: I don't have one….drat.