* 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:

In order of questions. It will be I hope. The solid kind. Fine, don't gine. S'not mine to worry over. I think you would, choke and then keel over. And I think that that's right; why are you asking. And last…:blinks then holds head in hands and starts muttering to herself.:: I'M CONFUSED!!!!!

Glad, no ecstatic that you like this story. It's my baby. Well, for now. Eventually whatever fic I write next will be my baby. Such is the way of succession.

:: Smiles gleefully.:: I never knew that my story had that kind of effect. I've been told that it can keep a drunk occupied for hours but I've never been damned for making someone grin before. Odd feeling really.

:: Stares:: What am I ? A chapter spewing spewy thing? But yes, I will kill him off. I have decide he will Die ( DIE DIE DIE!!!!!) in the sequal for there is a purpose yet to be fulfilled by the little pansy pawn.

::Blushes with over dramatic modesty.:: Gosh, I just adore people who love my fic. I feels all warm and fuzzies inside. (the Horror) Your welcome for the review, and I really want to see what you can do with that story. Burning Roses was also just a lark for me. I never really though it'd get this far. Scary isn't it? And most of my drawings take me months to complete, not because I am slow, just because I want it all to be perfect. I hate being a perfectionist, really I do. That's funny, I'm not wearing any shoes…:: Trails off, then squeaks:: Please do not kiss my feet. I couldn't take that kind of worship. I'd die from the shock and embarrassment. 

:: Is laughing insanely at the though of two guys having to stare at 'nother guys bum.:: Ah, yes. Making fool of of self is quite entertaining. I do it all the time. Tis great amusement. It also  annoys others. That great fun too.  :: reads the word shots and goes into narcoleptic shock.:: Getitawaygetitaway. Needles bad, Needles very bad. Needles bad….:: starts rocking::

I just love being Ironic. It's such a rush. The funniness and the romance aint too bad either.

Your welcome dearie. Want a cookie? I didn't do anything to them I swear.

Ha! I win, pay up! :: Holds out hand after winning whatever contest that Squirrel and she were playing. Is trying not to freak out because there are clowns thirty feet away and all are decked out in pink gaudiness. Tis horrifying. Suddenly turns to the tree and points the FINGER OF INCRIMINATING DOOM™ while speaking in an accent:: Yo, Tree! Yes you. Your mother was an aardvark and your father was a….. well, I'm thinking something very bad right now, I will not say it. So, wanna make something of it? I could always use some extra paper. Wha's BS. I'm feeling rather ignorant at the moment. Is it what I think it is?

 

Aww, the two love birds confess their feelings. Wonderful. Not to mention three little fairies get more then they ever wanted when they eavesdrop and get perverted thoughts as a result. Sick, twisted little fairies…

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Chapter Whatever. I give up.

Night had once again plunged down upon the enchanted castle like so many dark things with sparklies strewn about in it, leaving the exhausted inhabitants to nightly rituals such as sleep and dreaming. Sleeping was really such a marvelous thing…as was dreaming. Ah yes, but we've gone over that have we not? However, one occupant found himself doing something other then sleeping.

If you are thinking of Heero, you are sadly mistaken. The elf had gone out earlier on his nightly ritual of hunt and kill. Old habits die hard.

But, if you've guessed Trowa then yes, you are quite correct. He was currently watching Serena sleep. New habits die even harder.

What a surreal day, he thought running a clawed hand over his face and enjoying the sensation of fur on fur. It was a familiar feel. And very comforting to know something hadn't changed so drastically. 

Hell, a supposedly human girl had become an elf! If that wasn't drastic, he didn't know what was. But of course, she'd been an elf the entire time and had merely been under an enchantment to make her appear human. It had been the castle's magic that had undone the enchantment of her mother's.

What was more, he had been jealous over a man…erm, elf that was his love interest's father. It didn't get any more twisted then that, he was sure. Oh the mortification.

And, to top the tally, try saying that ten times fast I dare you, said Elf was suddenly gone and he hadn't a bloody clue as to where the petal picker was. What was he supposed to do when Serena woke up and asked where 'daddy dearest' was?

'Oh, dear me, I don't know where he went to. One second he was there, the next…Poof!' Er, No. He had the feeling that that answer wouldn't sit well with her. Chances were, she'd probably bludgeon him with a spare peashooter hidden god-knows-where on her person. Then give him the Spanish inquisition.

With a disgusted sigh, Trowa flopped back into the easy chair with a mindless grace. Which isn't to say that Grace itself was mindless, She'd be rather ticked to hear me say that and I guarantee you that by the end of the day any grace I have will be gone and I will be running into all sorts of odd objects. But, I am off subject.

Anyways, he had just gotten comfy when Serena, blast her, decided to be a witch and wake up. Screaming. Trowa literally jumped out of the chair and landed on his side with a grunt, his ears ringing.

Damn it all. He was in need of some sleep. Was it some unwritten rule that stated in bold print that by no uncertain terms could Trowa sleep through one night? Without something waking him up? Gods. Ah, but Serena had screamed. Duty calls.

He didn't bother to get up. He hurt too much. Chest pains, ear pains, sanity pains, the list went on. So, he merely lay on his side, and growled in such a way that Serena was suddenly paying more attention to him then her night terrors. That and she was praying to the veggie gods for some protection.

She dropped her hands from her face and her head swiveled  towards him.

"What are you doing?" He asked, blatantly ignoring the fact that he was on the floor and therefore inviting any such attack the hysterical girl might wage upon him. Like say, pouncing on him in the search for safety and solidity in her twisted, warped little world. Not that he much minded, but really; getting the wind knocked from you was not his idea of a hello.

 But, he did like the way she felt in his arms, and he didn't mean the sharp needles of pain pulsing through him from the arrow wound. That was masochistic; which he was not. She just felt right, nestled there in his arms. Though not sobbing. Which she was doing now.

"Shhh. Quiet, nothing's going to hurt you. Shhh." Since when did he ever become so soft? Gone from ferocious Beast to a girl's teddy bear. Pfft. He said it once and he was saying it again. She was going to be the fricken death of him.

Slowly, she stopped her sobs and was only sniffling. Trowa took this as a good sign and plunged headlong into the thick of the problem.

"Now, what's the matter?" He asked, per protocol. It was a rule of some sort that a gentleman such as he must always ask such a stupid question when it was pretty bloody obvious what in nine hells was wrong.

Serena hugged him tighter then jumped back with a pained squeak. Trowa was beyond annoyed now. What? Was his fur prickly? Had she hurt herself hugging him; he had enjoyed it very much what was her problem?

His annoyance died when he saw that she was eyeing her finger and cursing whatever deity had done this to her.

Both failing to notice the slightly insane laughter in the distant background of a certain author on speed and other assorted drugs/brain cell killers. Like …fairy dust maybe. There was far too much of that junk lying around.

Trowa found himself properly contrite for thinking any bad thoughts and immediately rose to her rescue like any valiant gentleman should do when their lady was in the path of great danger.

Preposterous yes?

I hope no one slips and breaks their necks on the sarcasm that I am dripping. Really, I can't handle that kind of pressure. Imagine god knows how many readers with broken body parts demanding their refund of whatever's and suing my sad little self, all because I felt like writing something with high sarcastic content. Poor me, poor me, pour me another whisky! Ha. Life's tough get a friggen helmet, All right?

As we were, Trowa gently took her wrist and pulled the hand with the offending sharp pointy object imbedded in pale flesh to his face where he could inspect the damage. Several sounds of great concern and thought grated at the back of his throat, not unlike the ones doctors make when they assess a child's scraped knee even though the damage was merely skin thin.

"Hmmm." He mused; fully aware of Serena's now wide eyed gaze. Good, her mind was focused on him and not the night terrors. " Yes; we are going to have to chop the finger off."   

Serena gave a fearful 'meep' and tried to repossess her beloved hand from his. Feh, no such luck. She was so gullible.

Now, can we blame Trowa for this petty revenge of his? No. In fact, I surmise half of you are sitting on your bums laughing it up at her expense. The other half of you are just sitting there picking your noses and doing hell knows what else.. And don't even think of waving that finger at me, you impudent little reader! How insulting.

So, it should come as no surprise when Trowa pulled her hand to his chest and started to reach for her finger with his sharp talons ready to tear the digit from it's place, that Serena nearly had a coronary.

Duo and Quatre as well as a positively peeved Wufei where sitting out in the hall minding their own business for once in their nosy little lives when quite the commotion caught their attention. Why, it sounded as though someone where being killed! Or horribly mauled, mangled and then murdered.

Confused, each fairy placed their ears to the do or and listened in. The following is what they heard.

"Hold still Serena, I can get it out if you keep squirming like that."  Came Trowa's growling voice.

Duo's mind was already racing with possible meanings to that little sentence.

" I can't hold still. That thing hurts. Hurry up and get it out of me!" 

Now Wufei was certain he was hearing things… Aw wait, no wait, your kidding. He didn't just say what I think he did, did he??

"I almost got it. There! See, that wasn't so bad was it? Whoa, that things huge!"

" Of course its huge. It's yours isn't it?" Serena voice's sniffed, a slight breathless quality to it.

Quatre promptly fainted, his nose running with crimson. Duo himself was having trouble breathing. Wufei was merely plugging his ears and flying down the hall as fast as his wings could carry him and cursing all the powers that be. There goes another few pounds to the Head Shrink.

Back in the room, Trowa was staring at the very large thorn he had just pulled from Serena's finger. Both he and she were quite shocked at the size of it. Serena once again glared at him.

"It's all your fault." She snapped, indicating the thorn and the fact that it had just been lodged in her finger. Trowa looked scandalized.

"My fault? How's it my fault that you had a thorn– a damn big one- stuck in your finger?" He rolled his eyes, then pulled her hand to his lips and gently sucked on the blooded spot where the thorn had been. When he finished, he planted a delicate kiss on the boo boo and let her have her hand back. Then, with out so much as a 'By your leave', he had scooped Serena into his arms while she was too shocked to say anything and dumped her back into the bed and climbed in after her.

At the moment he was very tired and wanted nothing more then to curl up and slip into oblivion. He pulled the blankets over them and settled down with a content sigh.

Serena was having none of it.

She scrambled towards the edge of the bed and ….well, actually, she would have made it to the edge of the bed had Trowa's arm not been around her waist and holding her to his chest.

His eyes still closed, Trowa tightened his grip gaining her attention then relaxed (not that Serena could get away then either- he was stronger then her even relaxed.).

"Go to sleep. I'll be here. No more nightmares." He grunted out the incomplete sentences, a testament to his tiredness then was quiet.

Serena huffed and settled down though still very nervous. She didn't like this…actually she did, but that was immaterial, and wanted to … ah, she gave up. Relaxing against his gentle hold she let herself drift on the tides of sleep that the contentment she felt created…..

What the hell!? What am I writing here, a freaking love story? Oh yeah. I am. (Damn, the world is a cold cruel place. I am going to kill those clowns. I am going to kill them slowly. Starting with those flaming noses.)

…she yawned once, still putting  up something of a fight her rebellious spirit demanding nothing less.

"You know….what, Trowa. I really love you, but you are…annoying…." Her voice petered off as sleep finally claimed her as it's prize.

Trowa smiled. Even though he was still sleeping.

" Love you too," He murmured nuzzling closer to her, feeling very warm and happy in his dreamland.

Ah, life was suddenly looking great.

Both were blissfully unaware of what changes the morning held for them, and what shocks were in store. But this story teller knows. And will not tell till next time so off with you.

End Chapter.

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-Hope that you enjoyed this chapter.-

 I just watched Princess Mononoke, and all I've got to say is….::sugar rush:: MY GOD IT IS SO FUCKING COOL!!!! If you've not seen it go out and rent it! Now. Right now. Because right now, motivation has bitten you in the ass and you are feeling he urge to get up and go get this wonderful movie. You are, because I say you are so go. Now. ::Deep breaths.:: I'll admit the chopping off of limbs was kinda cheesy but it's too damn wicked to just not watch it. Ah, but the animation….whooo!

Joke: If I had one, it'd be here wouldn't it?

Advice: Never frown, even when you are sad because you never know who is falling in love with your smile. Then again, they could be staring at you because you have something stuck between your teeth.