* Burning Roses. *
* Rating: Pg-13/ R for some points.
Pairings: Oh, lovely, we've got ourselves a triangle. Noooo, wait, it's better then that. It's a freaking rectangle!
Disclaimer: There is no disclaimer. Isn't that just mind-boggling? :: we see the Idiot go flying through the air, a giant ball of fire chasing after him. Silver's handiwork no doubt.:: But, I don't own anything. So don't sue unless you want two pieces of lint and a monkey. And No, you can't have my monkey. So neah.
Summary:
Sweet Relena??! Are you feeling well dear? O.o? Anyways, yes, poor Wufei. Poor, little guy. I am so cruel to him. ::Sobs:: Hopefully he'll forgive me. Yup, yup yup. Hope you enjoy this chapter. I have a quirky way of dragging things out, ne?
Oh, I know what the pairing is going to be, but what s a good romance without a little drama and triangles on the side to spice things up a touch? I'm not sure if I'll allow Mr. Spandex to off the pacifist. Hmmmm….Ack, donna give me ideas. And lastly, All of 'em. They do take turns of course, I wouldn't want them to start fighting over the uh…control and begin a war in my head. It would be the Holy Mother, father and sister of Migraines.
You sure you want to cling to my leg? I can think of a few things that would most certainly deter you from that. One of which includes the cows. Heheheh. But, seeing as how you are my manager and all, I think I'll tell you….soon. :: is suddenly attacked my acorns and tree branches from a certain irate Squirrel. Ducks and curses as an acorn lands one between her eyes. :: Owie!
We get to have a Little peek into Serena's dark, horrible, character altering past. And a bit of torture is administered by a slightly demented fairy match maker wanna be. AND, we have a bit of controversy between Trowa And Heero. GAME!! SET!! FIGHT!!! Whooohooo.
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Chapter Twenty-Five
They say that the human memory is a wonderful, and often times painful thing. It gave one the power to recall beautiful memories and revisit loved ones long passed. However, there were two sides to every coin, and there was the curse that went with the gift. Horrible and sad memories were able to swim up to the surface of ones mind to taunt them mercilessly.
She knew him. Maybe not who he was or his name, but she knew his face. If only her head didn't feel like it had just been filled with cobwebs. And the memories she wanted to grab were spiders scurrying away from her reach.
Her throat went dry as one small memory fought its way to the surface of her mind and echoed in her ears cruelly.
"Mummy?Mummy?! Please wake up, Mummy. Please!!! Mummy!!!!? Mummy, wake up!!" A child's hysterical cries to mother who had left her alone.
"It's no use, child. Your mothers dead." The cruel truth being thrown into her face by a man she didn't know.
"Mummy's not dead. She's not. I know she's okay. She just won't wake. Mummy, wake up. Please? Come on Mummy, open your eyes." Refusal to believe. Then shouts of alarm from further inside the forest.
A curse then, "Damn. Come with me. I'll take you home then I'll go find your mother's killers. That's all I can do for you."
The little blonde child was lifted away from her mother's still form and into the arms of a stranger. The one that had saved her from the same fate as her mother.
Serena's eye had glazed over, he noticed. She was remembering. Seeing everything over again as it had happened just as it had happened and not some twisted vision of a warped memory.
Slowly, the soul flooded back to the blue orbs of Serena's gaze. She blinked, put her fingers to her temples then focused her attention on him. When she spoke her words were gasped, strained.
"It was you.." She fainted, eyes rolling back to in her head and crumpled to the floor in a surprisingly compact heap.
Trowa stopped in his tracks and tilted his head to the side to listen to the winds. Well, not the winds exactly, it was more or less the breathing of the castle. Centuries ago, he would have freaked had he of tried this. That was then this was now. And right now there was something off in the castle, not wrong, just off. Curiosity was going to kill him if he didn't find out what it was.
Hence he was …. Loping? To where he sensed this odd thing was. Yup, loping. In other words he was running 'merrily' through the torch lit halls like a doggy. Bow wow.
IF someone where to have told Quatre he'd be stuck with a freaking lunatic hell and high water bent on hooking up any two people ((didn't matter who they were or what they were or whether or not they were the same gender)) together in holy matrimony, or unholy which ever the case may be, or just sticking them together for the heck of it, Quatre might have just looked at them as though they were a raving lunatic ((which he was, the freaking creep)) who is not allowed sharp and pointy objects (( Sharp pointy objects? Allah, save me I beg of you.)) and then slowly backed away ((wish I had done that in the first damn place)). But, no one had had either the guts or the courtesy to tell him of his dark, dreary and all too short future thus allowing him to fall into this compromising position he was unable to fight
How the hell was one supposed to fight this thing called duct-tape (which really did not belong in this time, Mind you) and at least two pound of ropes and chains as well as being hog tied to a chair leg?
He couldn't scream for help, the tape prevented such a thing.
He couldn't move, the ropes and chains were too restricting.
He could not see anything, the blind fold stopped any attempts what so ever.
There should be a law of some sort to prevent this kind of thing, he thought sourly. The circulation to his whole body was slllloooooooowllly being cut off, half of him was tingling and the other half was….gone. Did he still have his legs? How about his arms? His wings?
"Well, do you give up?" Duo cackled shortly from somewhere behind him. Quatre gave an involuntary whimper and shuddered. Evil, evil, EVIL!! And Sleeping Beauty was supposed to have had it bad? Feh, that wicked fairy had nothing on Duo.
Except for maybe breasts.
Quatre turned a rather lovely shade of red at that thought.
"Huh? Huh? Huh? Do'ya? Do'ya? Tell me now!" There came the sound of a riding crop snapping at the air. Followed by a sick twisted little giggle of a terrifying quality.
Under the sagging cloth of the blind fold, Quatre's eyes widened fearfully, and he swallowed. Oh. My. God. Exclamation mark.
He began praying in earnest, using every prayer he had ever heard and making some up along the way. 'Please, Allah, save me and I swear I will never peep on Serena again. And I will never, ever play pranks on Wufei then let Duo take the blame. Please, just get me out of this! My father who art in Heaven….ummm. He who leadeth me through…green pastures, and lay me beside still waters (?)….. Ye, though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I shall fear no evil for thou art with me…..PLAESE, have mercy on my soul I beg of you!'
Duo cackled again, and Quatre lost all hope for his future. Bad omen. The end was coming! Can't you feel it? It's was coming!!!
He rolled his eyes upward and thought forlornly, 'You hate me, don't you?'
Another creeping freaky cackle.
Gulp. 'I hate my life.'
Poke. Poke. Prod. Nudge. He stared down at the crumpled maiden blankly, then poked her with the toe of his boot again.
No response.
With a soft mental sigh, he crouched down beside her and waved a hand over her face, "Awaken." A trail of slight glowie thingies followed in the wake of his hand.
This time, he got a response. Lordie did he get a response.
She woke up screaming. Right. In. his. Ear. Annoyed, he slid away from her quickly so as to save his eardrums from certain death only to find them to be ringing. He also found this to be startling. What an intriguing new sensation. And a very irritating one at that.
He didn't quite like it.
Finally, she choked on her scream and sobbed into a coughing fit.
He hardly knew what had hit him. One moment he was crouching next to the girl sobbing her heart and coughing other essentials organs out, then next he was pinned to the plush floor of the carpet by what he thought may have been a were wolf and twenty or so knife like talons. Sharp emerald eyes half glowed at him with rage from underneath messy cinnamon locks.
His own empty glacial gaze was drilled by the intensity of the other's.
Tense silence reigned over the hall, aside from Serena's muffled sobs, and pitiful cries of 'Mummy'.
It was a stalemate at the moment.
End Chapter.
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I think I'll stop there, since if I keep going the writing is going to sound hollow. And boring.
Ugh. I hate school. Hate it, hateithateit. It can go to heck in a freaking hand basket for all I care and rot there. Midterms are coming up, and I'm working my arse off to get my grades up. Weight lifting anyone? Ugh, I say. :: Tries her hardest to just die::
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Joke Of the Chapter: Over heard of the over weight ballerina? She had to wear a three-three instead of a two-two. Oh, god…
Advise Of the chapter: If you happen to have an obsession with blood, then you might just be a vampire. Stay away from pointy wooden objects, and try to wear lots of sunscreen.