* 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: Lesse, I am about as poor as dirt, the kind that's not very good for growing crops or anything for that matter. Poor white dirt, there we go, that's what I am. : looks at pale, nearly see through skin and sighs.:: Seeing as how I haven't got a dime to my name, I couldn't possibly own GW or SM.
Summary:
Thank you, I like to think that this is a cool story. Some parts anyways.
WAIII!! Sweet! I have a not-really- long lost sibling. How cool is that? And no, that's not sarcasm. Hehe. Don't believe me do you?
So….I just hooked you? What are you a fish? Just joking, hope I didn't tick you off. Glad you like it so much. ^_^.
:: Sticks tongue out and pulls down eyelid.:: Neah! I so am not scared of you. So ha! I meant whatever, insanity, sanity, normality and so on. And dear, late for me, never came. My insanity is genetic. Think of that for awhile then pity me.
Heero would make a nice elf I think. So why not? It was my story. And it all works out.
Yes. You are right. Jeeze, I guess I'm loosing the whole mystery touch. Ah well, it's for the best. ::sniffle::
Hey! Enough with the sarcasm, Jesus you choking me. ^____^. ::Counts voices.:: No, I have them all. You must have gotten your own somehow. Eh. :: Watches mutely as Wufei and Heero go berserk on Aeolus. Then valiantly jumps in and saves the day using the wonderful powers of the Writer™.:: Of course I made wufie a pear. Can you see him as anything else? Like a strawberry? I'm not even going to say banana because well, that's not right. :: Mutely hands over "Most irritating, annoying and sarcastic reviewer" award.:: Enjoy.
:: Is watching Squirrel's rampage with dazed awe, still listening to music. "Wow. The anger, The form, the power…the acorn projectiles. How delectably destructive." Ducks an acorn and squeals when something pink flies at her.:: Of course your not short. Chances are, your are most likely taller then I am. And if not, then you are merely vertically challenged as am I.
Hullo, Sarah, mah dear. Sank yoo. And god, you know what? You need to stop gushing compliments at me. My ego's getting bloated. Meh. That and you are too smart. :: sighs:: Every one is starting to figure me out? Oh, woe is me, that I loose my mystery. Hey, that rhymes. Neato. We'll find out more about Serena/Relena/ Darien's relations next chapter. And I may have lied when I said two or three. It may end up being more. My imagination is demanding a LONG story.
I know I am evil. Tis fun. Though, not really smart in the area of career choices. And I am glad to receive the honor of Hilarity. Weeee!
I would ask you to please keep any sharp needle like objects to yourself and away from me. ::Shudders.:: I HATE needles. They drive me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once…..
I'm writing it up as fast as I can. Here you go though, the next chapter.
We finally find out what Heero means by 'Tell you everything.' That and we get one hell of a flash back. Beware the memories. Wooooo. Creepy.
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Chapter Twenty-Nine.Primal urges are the key element in many of a humans, or elf's or anything for that matter, decisions. Mostly, we go by logic, but more often then not, we go by instinct and feeling. Which usually returns us to the primal urges.
Well, right now, that is exactly what Wufei, or the pear, was going by at the moment. He had shoved logic out a seventy story window to a painful death and had happily gone berserk. The funny thing was he couldn't remember what it was that the braided fruit, now quite literally, had done to provoke. All he knew was that he was seeing red. And it had nothing to do with the fact that Duo-the-apple was red.
Seriously.
He wasn't even paying attention to whatever else was going on at the moment. Nope.
Which may have been why he didn't see Serena right in front of him. Now, how in hell had she done that? He was right on Duo's braid. This close.
Hence, when he found himself suddenly pasted to her chest, there was no small utterance of curses fit to burn the ears off any seasoned sailor worthy of the title.
Why did this always happen to him? It was so not funny.
Serena was either highly annoyed, or positively glad for the distraction from the seriousness. She'd never handled that very well, the seriousness that is. But still. This was just ridiculous. Her left eyebrow twitched.
With carefully restrained movements, she plucked Wufei from his past-it spot and flung him away from her trying to control her urge to rip the little guys wings from his back and then boot him out the window.
Damn Fairies.
Plural. Now, where was Duo hiding?
As abruptly as she had thought that, she was thrown into a memory.
She was in a clearing, in the forest by her summer home. The sun was warm against her back as she hid behind a fallen log at the edge of the clearing, on small, dirty hand covering her mouth in the attempt to keep the giggles imprisoned.
Heero's voice, disembodied, spoke to her as she was plunged back into the past. "You were playing hiding seek with your mother, waiting for a friend. Serenity had wanted to surprise you with this."
Further out in the clearing a woman, a goddess of a woman, stood and smiled brightly. Strapped to her back was a quiver of arrows as well as a large bow. The woman cast her startlingly sliver-lilac eyes about the clearing, searching for something. Or someone.
The little girl, golden haired, blue-eyed cherub that she was, peeked over the log and ducked just as quickly as the woman had nearly spotted her hiding place. She bit her lip hard enough to quit her for another bought of giggles were tickling her throat .
The woman's voice floated over the clearing cheerfully, " I know you're out there Sere, and I'm going you find you." She was baiting the child, and it would have worked; had the child have been stupid. But, Serena was quite the clever little child. She knew her mother was trying to get her to flag her position to her by shouting back 'No you're not!'
Instead, Serena slinked backwards on feet that made no noise. An elf's trait that she often employed in emergencies such as raiding food from the kitchens the fleeing the cook's formidable weapons. Like the spatula.
It was then that the nightmare began.
" You had that feeling, but didn't know what it meant and instead ignored it and continued to play the game. Neither you or your mother heard them come up till it was too late to flee."
She heard the arrow, not her mother's, fly over her head and gave a shrill squeak, ducking for cover. Wide blue eyes peeked out from behind the tree she was using as a shield and saw her Mother draw one of her arrow's and shoot a man squarely between the eyes.
She felt faint and covered her mouth, eyes going even wider in shock. Her mother…has just killed a man. More arrows flew, both her mothers and hidden enemy's. The woman herself was fierce, planting herself between her enemy and where she knew her child was.
"Come out and fight, cowards. Don't hide from me." The woman's voice was carried, and Serena cringed where she hid; that voice was harsh. Her mother had never sounded that way before. Serena was scared, and confused. What was going on? Why were they attacking her mummy?
From the tree's a tall man, an ugly, scared man emerged, crossbow trained upon the woman who stood defiantly, chin lifted in royal arrogance.
The man chuckled, "Well, look'it 'ere men. An elf bitch. My, what luck."
"What your mother didn't know was that her 'husband'," his voice was a low growl, " had plotted to kill her because he'd found out the truth."
Serenity, her mother, merely lifted a pale silver-blonde eyebrow. "Luck? You fools."
"But, your mother was no idiot. She had figured it out. How could she not? It was obvious the men had been sent by her husband." Again the snarl on the word husband; coloring the word with disgust.
Serena was appalled that her beautiful, kind mother had been called such a vile, and base word. Her mother was not a bitch.
The thought was cut off suddenly when her mother turned her head, her eyes finding Serena's easily. They conveyed the message well enough.
'Run, fetch help. I have no more arrows. Just run, I'll be all right.'
Despite her mother's reassuring gaze, Serena knew somehow that her mother would not be all right. It was gut instinct.
" You never ran. You were too young to know what exactly was going on, and were, in some way, too curious."
And it proved too true. For in that next instant, an arrow bloomed from her shoulder, just over her heart and sent an arc of blood shimmering through the air. Her mother's scream, cut the child from the horror of what her eyes had just seen and Serena scuttled back into the safety of the tree's shadow. She hadn't the power to move any further then that.
Though she may not have been watching, her ears heard the sound of ripping cloth, sounds of muffled shouts and then the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Then all was silent.
Scared, absolutely terrified of what she would see, but still hopeful that her mother had somehow made it out alive, she peeked around the tree cautiously.
She saw nothing at first, merely torn articles of what had once been her mother's dress, because the tears in her eyes prevented it. What she saw next was her mother's beautiful silken hair; the pride of her mother and envy of the court ladies that her mother and she were often stuck with.
That was all she was allowed to see before the men were moving towards her. They had seen her.
Primal instinct took over, and Serena took off into the forest like a frightened rabbit.
It was dark, before she had ventured back towards her mother and found the body.
Serena was sure she had wanted to die right there, not that she had known the meaning of death yet.
" And that was how I had found you, curled next to her. I had promised to avenge you and your mother, and I did."
Serena was released from the memory, her eyes clearing before they fluttered shut. Trowa caught the comatose girl, no- elf, before she fell. Cradling her slumped form against him. She was breathing hard, in shallow gasping breaths. He could feel her frantic heart beat, and tried not to think of how close she was.
Stroking her hair gently, he kept her close then looked up at the other man in the room.
"So. You are her father?"
End Chapter.
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:: Gasps and wipes sweat from brow:: I finally finished the dang chapter. I could just smack myself for the long wait that I put you through, but I had to figure out a way to work the whole flash back thing right to get the desired effect. I wanted it to be more then a regular flashback sequence, and I think I may have succeeded a little. So, what do you think?
Joke: The Pope was finishing his sermon. He ended it with the Latin phrase, "Tuti Homini" - Blessed be Mankind. A women's rights group approached the Pope the next day. They noticed that the pope blessed all Mankind, but not Womankind. The next day, after His sermon, the Pope concluded by saying, "Tuti Homini, et Tuti Femini" - Blessed be Mankind and Womankind. The next day, a gay-rights group approached the Pope. They said that they noticed that he blessed man kind and woman kind, and asked if he could also bless gay people. The Pope said, "Sure". The next day, the Pope concluded his sermon with, "Tuti Homeni, et Tuti Femini, et Tuti Fruiti."
( I hope this hasn't offended anyone in anyway, and if it has then I am SO sorry.)
Advice: Maybe, you can protect yourself from pain by closing your self off from others, but by doing that, you also close yourself to all the wonderful things there are, like love and friendship. So, open yourself up and take it all in. Remember that a soul is always stronger then what happens to it.