* 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: ::Glares around, before grumbling to self about bloody morons making her commit self mutilation by saying outright that nothing belongs to her and ripping away precious fantasies of ownership. Can't a whatever-it-is-I-am dream in peace? Jeezus. :: So, I may not own the Characters. I may not own the Beauty and the Beast thingy. BUT I SURE AS HELL OWN THIS STORY!!!! MUUUAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAH!!! And that means that I own the theme, the storyline, the plot, the whole insane shebang. I was ORIGINAL!! It's all mine. MINE!!!! ::and it seems that Silver had finally lost all her multicolored whatchamacallits. Sanity maybe? ::

Summary:

:: Returns from the betting booth where she had bet a good sum in Squirrel's favor counting the cash she had won. Smiling happily, she sits herself back in her place at the for of the judges table and waits for the crowd of pink, purple and other pansy colors haters to calm. After a few moments, she gives up the wait and produces a microphone. With a cheeky grin, she turns that volume up on megablast and eyes the crowd calmly enough. Then…"SHUT UP ALL OF YOU!!!!" Silence befalls. Which is of course broken by Silver's insane laughter. "MWAHAHAHAHHAHAHHEHEHEHO—whooo, you shoulda seen the looks on your faces! Anyways, Squirrel wins, but of course was there any doubt? Quite the style, quite the style."::

:: Nods sagely:: I like to believe that I am wise beyond my years. And yes, Wufei is rather unfortunate. But, we'll see what he gets at the end of this story. ::Whimpers.:: I'm sorry! I don't mean to be cruel….it just happens. :: Squeezes imagination while gushing at the cuteness that is Cammy.:: Oh, I wish my doggy was a puppy again.  Of course laughter is good for you. It's better then crying. Unless you laugh so hard you do cry…but that's beside the point. ::Pales.:: Clowns?!! ::screams then runs away.::

I will grant your wish and kill him off. Somehow. Sometime. Just not now.

::Is scared for the rest of her life after even thinking of Aeolus dancing.:: Your right about the whole Trowa-Heero and Serena theory. As for the others..I haven't got a bloody clue. I lost track of them somewhere around chapter 15 I think.

:: Is examining hands, while chewing her bottom lip.:: I don't have any nails. :: Stares down at dead person and blinks.:: Shocks a killer…yup.

The second greatest question of all time is answered. The first one being Was Trowa gay….. That and this finally becomes a love story. Even though I am still a little peeved about it. Heero discovers a few things of his own as well as Serena and Trowa's own little epiphanies.

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Chapter Whatever. I give up.

I am not going to go through the trouble of stating that this is not a love story. Because, it has somehow, without my notice or consent, morphed it's happy little self into a sap story. And, to think, I vowed never to get into that department of writing. I was quite good at angst, but now all of a sudden here I am, passing on the Love conquers all bit.

The clowns made me do it.

The world waited with baited breath for the answer to this one paramount question. This one tiny question that could very well mean any number of things. Like, that that moronic peon that had the gall to sell of his own children to save his scrawny no good hide, was not actually Serena's old man. Or that the bought of Jealousy Trowa's been dining with were not at all necessary; boy would he feel stupid.

It could also quite a few more things. But I wont get into that. The clowns can't make me.

So, it waited. And waited, then it had to breath again. Then it tried again.

Heero mulled over whether or not to answer now or allow Serena the chance to recover from the shock of having her head picked apart and long buried memories being ripped to the fore. He was not interested in having her faint, especially in the position she was in at the moment; Trowa would only be too happy to have her there for a lot longer.

It had taken him such a long time to find her again. That pansy of a 'father' was hardly qualified to raise a child much less three. That and when he had found out that Heero knew of what he had done to his wife and nearly tried to do to his child, he had fled. A good portion his money had been used to pay Serenity's assassins, what was left was used to pay for the escape.

The man was a damn coward. Clever, but a coward nonetheless.

I second that opinion. Not the clever part though. I happen to think the man is mentally challenged. Back to your scheduled story.

No, Heero decided, she had lived in the lie long enough. The truth will set you free and all that jolly-lolli-pop crap.

Serena shivered, a pressed herself further into the safety of Trowa's arms somehow still mindful of his wound. What could she say? It was talent. That and she had no desire to be ousted from her cozy little niche. Not only was it safe; he smelled wonderful.

That was a bonus. Merely a bonus.

If there was one word that could describe how she felt in its entirety, it had to be 'Bleg'. Yes, that did it perfectly. That and 'ugh'. Ugh and bleg, wonderful vocabulary Serena, really. Marvelous. She sighed and closed her eyes. Don't break down, don't even think of breaking down, no crying either. So the mantra went, with a few breath in and breath out's strewn in there for insurance.

Wouldn't want to suddenly keel over now would she? Not that, considering where she was, it would be a bad way to go.

"Yes, I am her father."

Low blow; whatever wind Serena had was knocked out of her with dizzying swiftness. She'd put two and two together and figured that he was of some sort of blood relation to her, but her father?

Yikes. 

Who saw that one coming? I swear….  Ooh! Chocolate. Yummy.

Heero felt the relief that she hadn't passed out, and he allowed himself a small smile. She was a tough girl; He was proud of her.

Pause. He'd never been proud of anyone before; it felt strangely pleasing. Swelling up within him and acting somewhat like an endorphin. How intriguing.

There was also the feeling that he would be feeling more such feelings as he got to know his daughter. Just then, the reality really sunk in and he was floored- figuratively speaking of course. His daughter. Daughter. He had a child. One that he had been searching for, for so long. And now, his search was over and here she was. Right in front of him.

Well, she was in a rather inappropriate position for a lady of such high birth and in the arms of a beast no less. But it was funny, he didn't really mind. He knew he could trust the beast.

A little blur with a braid whizzed past him, followed shortly by another blur with something like a needle held aloft. No, he thought idly, it was the fairies he was worried about. Especially that blonde one….. the little man had issues. Lots of them.

Hell, that little guy was a shrink's field day. Heaven forbid Quatre should ever get truly enraged. 

There were a few things that Trowa hated in the world, and one of them was to feel stupid. And, right now, he was feeling like the Idiot. Capitalized. Underlined, and exclamation mark.

Damn. Jealousy sure got to the mind, he grumbled to himself sourly. And to think that all this trouble had happened only because he had been jealous of the girl's father. Her father! Of all the moronic, quick-blooded….good lord.

The girl was going to be the death of him.

End Chapter.

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 I ran out of material for this chapter. But, I think you'll be glad to know I have come to a decision . Somebody reviewed and asked about Milliardo, or Zecks or whatever he wants to call himself…. Well, My mind pinwheeled off with that concept and thus a whole new idea has been born. There will be a sequel to Burning Roses. Fabulous yes?

Of course.

Joke: To laugh is like eating chocolate. Laughing is like a natural endorphin. It's great. So laugh dammit and enjoy a box of chocolates while you're at it.  

Advice:  If at first you don't succeed, give up. No use making a damn fool of yourself.