* Burning Roses. *

* Rating: Pg-13/ R for some points.

Pairings: Trowa/Serena. Even though it's still a triangle.

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:

I have the power!! I can't say I'm sorry for the clif hanger. It worked for the flow of the story, and if I had it my way I would have written on and on and on. But that would be rather cruel, making you wait for a long time.  And tell Wufei that if he wants protection from the monster, then he should keep off with the whole it's all mine crap. Anyways, I say if one has to be obsessed over something then it should be Anime. I love it. And I feel real bad for the forest Spirit, I really think that it should have lived. But I guess their was a reason for his dying. Tell Devil Pup that Silver will send …purple elephants after her if she does anything wrong. It always worked for me. ::Laughs:: Black and blue! Hoot. That's great. And I am quite serious about the Sequel. I'll need help for a name though… And I know I'd go for the chocolate any day. It never gave anyone a STD. Or any other stuff.

Here you go. Next chapter. ^__^, Obviously.

No, she didn't sprout fur…but, well, you know. Or you'll find out.

I love the wolves. Esp. the Goddess. Mora? Or was it Mona? I can't figure it out. I was hanging onto the animation more then anything else. It was fabulous though. The part where Her head…crawls though, kinda weirded me out.

Never thought you'd see the day huh? Well, surprise surprise, I am so dang confusing I befuddle myself. As soon as I become fluent in Japanese I will watch it. And Me poor. I no have DVD player.  No, there are never enough questions. Like who pops up the next Kleenex?

Ahahahaha. Dude! That is the greatest thing EVER. I love it. But the ending kind of wierds me out. I aint touching no clowns. No way.

::Is so completely wired on coffee that she is jumping around. Her eyes suddenly widen and she zips off to the ladies room.:: I am so glad you like the sarcasm. It's me, really it is. Have you noticed that the tone of the story has slowly changed?

I don't know if I always give good advice. Whatever works really. I hate the cavities I get from writing all those sappy happy bits. I love having debates with the voices in my head. It's great fun.

::Blushes:: I know. :: Flings modesty out the window:: Isn't it wonderful?

::Cradles candy and Unicorn happily, cooing to the big pretty wolf, who is blatanly ignoring the fool. Silver sweat-drops.:: Right. Thankies. :: Continues to gibber until men in white coats appear. Silver is suddenly very calm and quiet.:: I have not done anything bad. Today.

Okay! We'll collaborate on how to kill those clowns then make sure that we are not associated to the 'crime' That way we don't have to take their place. Where shall we meet?  :: gives Heero and Wufei a death glare fit enough to melt gundanium into butter:: Bugger off. We're plotting the quick and easy way of ridding this world of clowns.

::Merely grins at Star-sirens tirade:: Glad you love it. No, you are not perky. Hyper, yes. Perky, I'd have had sent Heero after you. If you ask me, I think that you have issues. So do I? Want to join the club?

::Quirks eyebrow at the muffled curses coming from the hall closet. Then grabs a silver pen and some paper and starts writing quickly. Squirrel wonders in, sees Silver writing and thinking that a new story was being born reads over her shoulder. Squirrel blanches. Silver looks up and smiles. " I am coloring my vocabulary. I've never heard any of those words before.":: I thought that's what you meant. I think BS does sound like a fun game. Whee.

Love is in the air….ugh. Warning: VERY SCARY CONTENT. DON"T READ!!! QUATRE IS PSYCHOTIC!!!! WARNING.

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Chapter Whatever. I give up.

Morning came as usual, giving night a good swift kick in the arse and sending it packing. Night vowed revenge but left anyways. Morning always won. It was very clichéd, Night knew. There was no point. Light always won over darkness and all  that junk. Besides. What goes around comes around.

Aside from the petty battles of night and day, there was a different sort of battle going on, if it could be called that. Well. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a truce of sorts.

Oh all right. It was a love confession. Heh, confession; that sort of make it sound like a crime…

….Speaking of which, where the hell did those three mistakes/fairies/criminals/perverts fly off to?

Well. As far as mental trauma went Duo was pretty peachy keen and quite happy for a poor helpless little (and I do mean little) victim. Stress 'happy'. Then emphasize peachy keen. And I forgot to mention that his crafty little mind was scheming. Again.

You'd think he'd know better, but alas. If there ever was a fairy so cunning and crafty as Duo, his records must have been burned because I don't know about him. Or her. Or it.

Now, I have the feeling that you, dear reader, are wondering what exactly he was cooking up. You are not the only one I assure you.

As for our other little problem fairy, a.k.a. Quatre, well, he was currently planning on ways he could mutilate Duo and not get in trouble for it. There were so many possibilities… one of which included knocking the other fairy out and transporting him, in a baby basket complete with a bonnet, to Relena's room with a note that read "Dear New mother, please accept this child as he is an orphan and needs the tender loving care that you alone can provide. Sincerely, The place where babies come from. Otherwise known as the Stork. P.S. No refund available." 

Another one was ripping his spinal cord out via his belly button and using it to flay him. Then there was the plan of playing cat's cradle with his intestines. But, the favorite was knocking Duo's ass out and then shaving his head.

Maybe he'd keep the braid as a trophy.

Naturally, Duo wouldn't be bald for very long. What was the ability to use magic if one couldn't manipulate the growing rate of one's hair? And, judging by Duo's mastery of the art Quatre was willing to bet money on the solid fact that Duo would only be bald for about a day or so. But, it would be long enough for the horror and humiliation to work it's own magic on the perky little schemer.

So it was, that Quatre put his own tricks to the test and made off with a very fine trophy.

Duo never knew what hit him.

And, Quatre reasoned, the best thing was that Duo would think Wufei had been the one to turn him into a Q-ball.

The sun was evil. Serena found this out the hard way when said vile thing decided to kill her in the eyes and burn her retinas. Thus, in her knowledgeable opinion, the sun was evil.

With a small groan of discomfort mixed with a dash of annoyance and shaken well, Serena, our beloved heroine, tried her damndest to escape the over intense perky glare of the sun's radioactive light. She turned over…

…and into something decidedly living and….fleshy?

One hand poked automatically at the object of questionable origin and sure enough the thing was rather fleshy. Her eyebrows arched, and she opened one eye slowly.

It would probably be pointless to tell you what she saw, because I am sure you have already guessed. And yes, you are correct. Yay for you.

For there in front of her, in all his manly glory, was none other then the male that she had seen in that portrait so long ago. Not that her shocked mind registered this fact. Only several things hit home. These were. Male. Naked. My. Bed. Hugging. Me. Too close.

Serena must have been the very first person ever to break the speed of both sound and light when she leapt from the bed screaming for help. As well as screaming up a few vital organs and assorted arteries.

The man in the bed jumped from the terror of what had to be the worst possible alarm in the history of mankind. Startled and clearly disoriented he looked around through bleary, but intensely dark emerald eyes before they landed on Serena' beet red visage screaming at the top of a very phenomenal set of lungs. He blinked.

Probably confused because, well lets face it. After living with extra sensitive hearing for the past 5 centuries one tends to go into a bit of shock when sounds that had been crystal clear before suddenly became muted.

Finally, Serena quieted and settled for just staring at him through eyes wide with absolute mortification and confusion, her mouth working to produce actual words. At that moment she looked not unlike a fish out of water.

"Serena? What…happened?" He asked, then nearly jumped at the strange softness to his voice that had replaced the near constant growling undertone.

His hands went to his throat and those fabulous eyes of his very nearly popped right out of their sockets to go for a roll.

"My..my voice.  My…Fur..?!! There's ..what…Serena, what happened to me?" It was then that he also realized that he was stark naked and well, Serena was getting an eyeful, not hat she was protesting. He didn't think that she could, having suddenly catching a disease that turned her mute.

With a startled yip, he had wrapped the sheet about him toga style and had jumped backwards thus putting the bed between them. Both of them stared at each-other over the rumpled bed, one warily the other red faced with some nasty little thing called embarrassment.

As she watched the emotions swirl through the man's eyes, Serena quickly swallowed the bitter pill of shock. It was no use just sitting there and staring at each-other like a pair or bloody fools. It's get nothing settled and no questions would be answered. Like the one niggling at the back of her through at the moment. That of "Who are you?" specifically.

Seconds later, her lips acted of their own traitorous accord and the question was out in the air between them. Much like the bed.

The man looked hurt. And Serena felt a pang. He stood up, towering over her and crossed his arms just so. It was a familiar mannerism that Trowa had employed often with her.

"You don't know who I am." He stated, flatly. Watching her. Very carefully.

It was at this time that Serena's inner demon decided to shake things up a bit. Literally.

The man grimaced when Serena scrambled to her feet and stood in front of him, before poking him, dubious revelation shining in her eyes.

"Hey! Watch it. I still hurt, you know." He grumped, batting her hand away from him.

Her expression quickly became inquisitive, "Trowa?" Her troubles received a wolfish grin, which still bore sharp fangs despite the obvious humanity that the man radiated.

She dismissed it and flung her arms around him, conveniently forgetting the fact that he held only a sheet about his waist.

"Who else?" He asked, wrapping one arm around her as the other was occupied with keeping whatever was left of his modesty together as well as keeping the towel up.

She just smiled, nuzzling into his arms gleefully.

End Chapter.

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Hmmph. You kno, I think I've started something. I've been seeing a few Beauty And the Beast things running around ff.net and I have but one thing to say. HA! Boyaah! I was the first! All bow to me!

Oh, god, so sorry the chapter was so short but I've hit a bit of a writers block and this was the best I could do. I've learned through experience not to force yourself to write otherwise it'll come out looking like shit. I don't want that and I am sure you don't wither. As it is, I am not so very happy with this chapter. There are a few good points but otherwise it really whomped.

Joke: Sadly, I haven't got a joke either.

Advice: Roses are red, Violets are blue, Don't force yourself to do something you don't want to do. Don't let others force you either.  This can be applied to nearly every thing that has to do with peer pressure. So, If someone tell you to jump off a cliff. DON'T do it. It's that simple.