* Burning Roses. *
A Beauty and the Beast story.
Rating: R.
Pairings: ::Snorts:: Do I really have to say it? I mean, is it not obvious? Eh, yeah. But, if you have to have it in writing, fine with me. Whatever floats the merry little boat, which hopefully wont sink. My Dad has that problem. Er, right. Trowa/Serena.
Disclaimer: ::pulls a Lina and hides under a pyramid while wailing at all the mummies to get the f*** out of her hiding place. Yeah, you too King Tut. Jerk. ::
Summary: :: rocks back and forth on her heels.:: To be truthfully honest, I haven't got a blazing clue where this story will end. Well, the fic amuses me too as well as the voices in my head. Well all sit on my bed and start brainstorming about what to write and all that. Which is most likely the reason points of the story are written differently then others. My style tends to get drunk once in a while and weave around a bit. And guess what, Sarah, my clever friend. You a very correct in the assumption of Heero being the hunter. You know what that means. One request chapter for you. Anything, well within reason of course.
Anything funny in life is worth it. I believe, anyways. And if you ask me, I think he goes commando style. I mean, well, how else does he get that freedom of movement with out getting one hell of a weggie. :: tries in vain to die from embarrassment.:: I.. Uh. Like chocolate. Yup. Coffee's good too. Uh huh.
I know, I need to update more. I hate my keyboard. Er, hated. I got a new one. Memorex. Spill proof, PMS proof. You name it. ::thumbs up.::
Ah, yes, you would be surprised at how many different ways they can bend. And then you'd be surprised at many ways they can't :: coughs, and clears throat.:: Never heard them splat though. Interesting.
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Chapter Twenty-one.
Serena picked a bit of feather down from her hair and blew another bit from her lips in exasperation. Feathers. God, who invented those things anyways? They were wonderful if you happened to be a bird or something. But, the last time she had checked she had been human. She was certain that she was still human.
Hell, unless something of a serious sort came along and switched species without my notice, I am willing to bet a flea that she is still human. And a girl at that.
Beast was look rather smug with himself, and remarkably feather free, despite the obvious fact that, what with pillow down floating every where from one pillow that had had the misfortune of being gutted, his fur would have been quite the magnet. Well, magic was handy that way, he supposed. That and getting feathers from his fur was bloody annoying. Hence he made sure they did not have the slightest chance to get to him.
Serena hated him for that. Why couldn't she have any magical ability? Hmmph. Life sucked.
But I don't want to know what she meant by that, so we'll get on with it.
Besides that, what girl wouldn't kill for a fur coat like that ? Huh? Oh, come on be honest, you know you'd like one. I wouldn't personally, I'm all for the humanitarian and animal support groups. Just think of all the traumatized little fur balls hiding somewhere, whimpering and scared, with a painful death hanging over their soon to be skinned hides. I think it's rather sad and horrible. I love animals. Oh wait, I just got off the subject didn't I? Ooops. Er…anyways.
Without being noticed, Trowa decided to slip from the room quietly, before that she-devil got any ideas consisting of him and some bad things. Some very, very bad things. Things so bad, he wasn't even going to think of them.
Oh, poo, I know what your thinking. I'm just stalling because I don't know very many bad things to do to him. That is where you are wrong. I can come up with some extraordinarily bad things I can have Serena do to him. But I like to think that I am nice. And don't laugh like that and roll your eyes. It's rude.
As it was, just as he had cleared from the vicinity of her room, he felt something odd twinge along the webs of magic that were weaved about the castle as a spider's web might appear. A very big one. He faltered, and froze where he stood, casting out his consciousness along the threads trying to seek out the disturbance. It was very disconcerting, the feeling he had felt a moment ago. And try as he might, he couldn't tell himself that it was nothing and the sense of foreboding dancing a tango at the back of his mind was nothing as well.
For a moment, he looked back at the door leading to Serena who had no doubt found him gone by now and felt a slight twinge of worry. How very strange, he mused, continuing on his way.
Well, he was gone, the wanker. And before she could execute her marvelous plan even. How not fair.
"This rags," muttered she, crossing her arms behind her head and leaning back into the softness of her pillows. " Eh well. Doesn't really matter." The ceiling was nice. What with the night sky as a mural. Very pretty.
But she was bored near to tears at the moment and staring up at a never changing mural did nothing for her, so she sat up again and looked around for something she could do. The book case caught her eye and she thought a good read would take her mind away from things.
Lately, so much had shifted about the castle that she was at loss as to where things were and where they were going. It was strange. She'd only been here for about a week, and already things had changed drastically. Probably why she was so confused lately.
Sitting back down with a small book she'd never seen before, Serena figured it had something to do with Beast and herself. She was certain there was something growing between them, a bond or a connection, call it what you will. What she didn't know was what 'it' was.
Perhaps it was some form of affection, she reflected, her eyes scanning over the words in the book, though she really didn't see them. Love?
Now that made her stop and pale. " Oh, bloody hell." She muttered and smacked her forehead. " Stop jumping to conclusions you idiot."
Still, she knew that it some way, she was indirectly correct. However strange that was. The problem was how Trowa felt.
She was so damn afraid of rejection.
It was quiet. And not that calm, good quiet, mind you. It was more of the heavy, ominous something-bad-will-happen quiet that truly set Trowa's fur on end.
Usually, the catsle was breathing with life, Duo was screaming and taunting a pissed off Wufei, and He was sitting up in his room, trying his damndest to ignore all the noise.
Now. It was quiet. Too quiet.
He didn't like the look of this. He didn't like it at all.
By any means, the castle was not a normal castle. No, it reeked of magic and .. something he couldn't quite put a name to. It was something he'd never encountered before. He knew already that there were fairies about. Three if he was correct. Which there was no doubt that he was. And a human. But the other thing, he was puzzled by that. He did not like being puzzled.
At least he was certain there were no more vampires, despite what he had thought earlier. But, curiosity had a hold on him and he was finding himself being so human as to want to know what that other thing was.
How very odd. He'd never felt such a thing as that before. Well, yes, he had, but she was gone. There was nothing left holding him to the world of touchy feely.
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Oh, Jeeze I am so sorry about the short chapter, but, I know this is going to really sound lame, I was gone for five days at a family reunion, ( Who could have predicted that one, eh?) and I had no access to anything with a hard drive in it. Wait, do phones have hard drives, not that I was able to use one of those either. -_-. Please forgive me!?
Anyways.
Japanese Tips: When saying desu, the u is silent, thus desu is pronounced des. Also, musume is daughter, no mesume as some will have it. In Japanese the I sounds like a drawn out e. So, Iie, would come out as eeyay. Strange no?
Jokes: Sorry, can't think of one at the moment.
Advise: It's a small world. And then the airline looses your luggage. Either that or you grab the wrong, but identical bags and someone else grabs yours…. Think of the chaos. So, I would advise you to transform your luggage into unique pieces of art. Use fabric paints or whatever else. And if they're white of any other light color, grape juice is the thing.