* 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: Well, if I did own this, the 'Nice' lawyer people dudes wouldn't be here now would they? And that idiot wouldn't be burned to a micro-fine crisp( for which I am quite guilty of…. But I plead innocence)

Summary:

I do believe you deserve the award for the Longest Review Ever. :: Reveals a custom made trophy with a cute little chibi Shinnigami Duo on it winking while hugging Wufei and Quatre. :: Hence, I present you with this reward. Patented by me of course. Doomo arigatoo gozaimasu, for the pick me uppers. I really enjoyed them, contrary to what you may think.

Of course Quatre likes her. Blame it all on the hormones. ^_^.

Since I used the elf idea in this story I will have to give credit where it's due. SANK YOO, SHUNU NO MIKO-CHAN!! Hehehe.

::As silver is walking down the street whistling happily and listening to her head phones, her peaceful(yeah, right) world is shattered by a high pitched, chipmunky scream of rage. Blinking, she turns to watch as several tree limbs of variable size fly into the air just over her house (along with a few birds nests and black dots that can only be acorns) "Heh. Guess Squirrel found my present. God, this is just the greatest fun." She turns back to her task and starts going again.::

I honestly haven't got the slightest bloody clue as to what I am. I could be any one of those. Or I could be something else. Who knows. I don't. However, I am quite aware that I am confusing. I've experienced it first hand. I confuse myself, I am that bad. Wish I could write as good as I do too. ::sweat drops and scratches head in puzzlement.::

:: Pales at the thought of muses and voices ganging up on her.:: Speaking of making friends roll over, does milk(or other liquid) come outa their noses? I've never seen that spectacle.

A possessed fruit bowl. A few new surprises. A little love. Shaken not stirred, and let sit for about an hour and what if you've got is one hell of a mess, in an unconventional messy way that is.

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Chapter Twenty-Nine.

As I have said before, this story is not about love, never was never will be. But, you still do not believe me do you reader? No, of course not. I can't lie worth horse droppings. Well, I can…but, whatever.

Since you do not believe me, I guess it would be best if I got off my high horse and gave you all what you want, no?

 Very well.

To say that Serena did quite the impression of a snake in the effect that she almost leapt from her skin would have been like saying, she was so startled she jumped out of her skin, but then I would be repeating myself wouldn't I? Well, in any case she did, when Trowa's paw in her hold twitched. Not enough to seriously make her freak out, but just enough to have her leaning towards him, wide eyed and ready to see if he was alive and going to wake up. Does that make any level of sense? Yes. Good.

Her breath hitched itself to her throat and stayed there for the honey-moon as she watched the eye flicker back and forth beneath the heavily lashed lids. Finally, the spasmodic flickering ceased and the lids opened a sliver.

She felt as though her jaw was going to cramp from how tightly she kept it closed, waiting for him to wake fully before she let out an ear-shattering squeal worthy of a dying rabbit.

As it was, it couldn't stop the slight whimper that tickled the back of her throat, and her breath gushed out of her nose as a result. The air gently ruffled the long bangs that partially covered his face, which also served to make his nose wrinkle as the hairs tickled it.

Serena felt his hand tighten around her around and swallowed. He didn't loosen his hold. Good sign; he was coming to.

Yippy Kai Yai Yay! Erm, right.

"Trowa? You awake?" She asked, her voice strained despite her best efforts to keep calm.

There was silence then, he looked at her out the corner of his half closed eyes and lifted an eyebrow at her proximity. " No, not really."

She glared at him in return for his smart ass remark, and resisted the urge to bop him one right on the kisser. Or kiss him right on the bopper, whatever the hell that implied….. um, eww? 

Anyways, and there bloody well better be an anyways, Serena's nimble fingers found a tuft of fur on his hand and pulled hard all the while she smiled at him happily.

He winced and loosed his tight grip on her hands, " You are evil."

Which reminded her….

In the next instant, Trowa found himself in the path a typhoon and rather wishing he had an umbrella. No such luck though, might as well deal with it. She sobbed and lamented her woes to him, about how sorry she was and that she never meant to hurt him and that it was a horrible accident , yada yada. Would he ever forgive her? Yes. So he wasn't mad? Nope. Oh.

That over and done with, a soggy Trowa handed her a corner of his sheets and leveled a look at her that said, 'not on me'. Well, seeing as how she was straddling his hips, Sere gave him a wet smile and let him have that small mercy and wiped her eyes on the silk cloth while he did his best to sit up.

He sat up with very little trouble and set to work examining the bandages about his chest. Then he examined her through his lashes carefully. That and he was acutely aware of her…their interesting position.  Well, far be it from him to point that little detail out. He'd rather enjoy it while it lasted.

Maybe he should get himself shot more often… or not. Wincing as she sniffled, he offered her the other corner of the sheets mutely. He hated to see her cry.

Damn his sensitivity; here he'd been shot and nearly killed and he was worried about her crying. He desperately needed to get his priorities in line.

Serena was  immensely glad he was okay, and that she was forgiven. Over the few days he had been teetering on the life and death's knife blade edge she had come to a realization. A very important one that she wanted to tell him but hadn't the slightest inkling as to how to approach him about it.

So lost in thought was she that she hardly noticed that Trowa was staring over her shoulder at something over her shoulder, or rather. Some one.

Or some one's if you counted to the little eavesdropper's hiding in a fruit bowl on a table near the wall.

But no one noticed this little thing.

Finally noticing that Trowa was burning holes into whatever was behind her, she twisted to see what it was. Trowa had a hard time keeping those lovely little things I like to call hormones in check from her movement. Honestly, the girl was torturing him. But, at least it was the good kind…. Bad thoughts, Trowa. Get yer mind from the gutter and keep it clean. But it was such a nice gutter. NO! Trowa shoved the perpendicular opinions of his mind and/or other voices back to the way back and put more venom in his glare.

'It' was Heero, and he was leaning against the wall, calmly enough. Acting as though he actually belonged there, which really ticked Trowa off.

There was that jealousy thing again.

"You were lucky. The arrow nearly pierced your heart." Came the monotone informational tone.

One apple in the bowl of fruit snickered, an orange sighed and another pear grunted.

All occupants five feet and up didn't notice the talkative fruits and so they went on with their scheduled conversation/confrontation.

Serena swallowed, and Trowa squeezed her hand gently trying to offer comfort instead of a sheet corner.

Heero pushed himself away from the wall and took a few steps closer, thusly bringing him to the side of the bed. His eyes met Serena's and she was pinned. Or maybe she wasn't and it was Trowa that was pinned but not by the gaze just by her weight.

"Who are you really?" She asked finally, "What are you?"

Heero sighed and crossed his arms, buckling down for the long haul. "I told you a week ago that I would tell you everything. I will. And now that he," he made a vague motion in Trowa's direction, much to the other's irritation, " is present I will instead of the half truths. What I am, is an Elf," he proved this by brushing the wild shocks of hair away from his ears to reveal a finely tapered point typical of the elfish society. Dropping his hand, the hair fell back into place thus hiding all signs.

"And so are you. Don't act so shocked; you knew very well that your are different then the other humans. You can feel it."

Trowa reached up and lifted the hair that constantly concealed Serena's ears and was shocked to find them delicately pointed. Why hadn't he noticed them before?

One of the fruits gagged on something, the orange it seemed. 

Her nimble fingers felt the tips in disbelief, "But.."

"Your mother's magic hid them from you and others till now. The castle's undone the spell."

Serena found that normal breaths weren't getting enough oxygen to her blood, and so she took a deeper breath and kept going with that. Of course, Heero wasn't done with the apocalyptic shocks yet and was aiming for giving her a coronary. Or an aneurysm. Whichever one it was he was going for he was doing a damn fine job getting there.

" Both your mother and your father are elves." He gauged her reaction carefully.

She wanted to tell him that her father wasn't an elf, that he was a human, but Trowa saved her from the heart attack and did it for her.

Heero smirked. " No. That wasn't her father. The moron was merely an ally. Arranged marriage, you figure it out. Her real father is-"

The pear in the fruit bowl suddenly leapt up, sprung arms and pulled a katana, a.k.a a glorified pin needle and with a war cry took to the air after the apple. The orange merely sighed and remained where it was. Quite content to view the death of the apple from where it rested.

It was a rather hilarious scene, Serena would have to admit. But at the moment, breathing was more important. After all, what was one to do when everything that you had believed turned out to be a lie? Simple. One usually faints. However, Serena held onto her consciousness with a tenacity that should be considered war-like in it's valor. She hated fainting. And, she had done it one too many times already.  So, in an effort to keep herself conscious, she turned her eyes to Heero, who was watching the fruit fight with a dull interest.

Clearing her throat, and taking a deep breath thusly managing to call Heero's attention back to her she asked the question that was on both her and Trowa's minds.

"Who is my father?"

End Chapter.

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I just had to cut off there. Just had to. However, I wish to beg of you your forgiveness. You all probably hate the fact that I drop cliff hanger after cliff hanger after cliff hanger on you and then make you wait. Sorry.

Anyways. I hope you are all pleased by these new twists of plot. Not to mention, I am getting close to finishing the story. Perhaps 2 or 3 more chapters will be turned out, but they will be done as quickly as I can, because I want to turn my attention to my newest story Something Like Human. Which, by the way and need some opinions you may have on creating a human life simply for the purpose of study and experimentation. I NEED YOU TO LET ME KNOW.

Joke: A little boy and girl go trick or treating. They knock on the door of this house and the man who answers it says,
 "Well, you two are awful cute. Who are you supposed to be?"
 "We're Jack and Jill" she replied.
 The man says, "You can't be Jack and Jill, you're black!"
 So, they go off and a while later they come back dressed differently. They ring the doorbell and once again and the man opens the door.

"Well now, that is just darn cute. Who are you this time?"
 "We're Hansel and Gretel" says the little boy.

"Well, I hate to disappoint you son, but you can't be Hansel and Gretel because you're black!"

 Heads hung low, they leave. Not too much later the man hears the bell ring again. This time when he opens the door there stand the two children but this time they are BUCK NAKED.

 "Oh my! And just who are you supposed to be now?!" he asks

. "Chocolate M &M's, " said the little girl. "I'm plain. He's got nuts."

Advice: One should never get your-self in too deep. Too deep into what I don't know, but whatever it is don't. Don't nose dive either.