* 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:
No, I uh, could not tell. Really, it was so not obvious.
::Stares at the crazy one in shocked awe.:: So that's where Luna went. Mystery solved.
I know, I love my humor too. I'm just surprised no one's threatened me yet….
I think any girl loves Trowa's little problem. We all have voices, or if you don't ( I Do) you talk to yourself anyways. And if he does, or should that be when?, go naked then there had better be a camera in the vicinity. I think Duo took on a bit of my own loopy personality, on my good days that is. Hence the reason I'm puzzled no ones threatened me with a pinkful death. ::Shudders at the thought then looks aver shoulder in paranoia:: I don't really think any one wants to know what the hell is going on in Quatre's head.
Every body loves insanity. Without it, the world would not fall down.
::Stares at Mr. Pokey then looks up at Blue Moon, with one eyebrow raised. Silver sighs then reaches behind her and pulls out a neat-o scythe. Points scythe then to Mr. Pokey, and then shakes head.:: Say hewwo to my wittle fwiend. Worry not, THERE SHALL BE AN EPILOGUE!!! HAHHAHA. Erm, yesh, glad that I resurrected your fandom. Really, me be very prouds of myself for that one.
Hey, you can't keep it all in without some sort of outlet. It's the reason I got so many voices. I can't keep quiet, so I'll be sitting in class and muttering to one of the voices in my head and the teachers will squawk at me to shut my pie hole and I'll just keep going. It annoys the bejesus out of them. Funny, fun, fun.
I do believe that men sized fairies are called fae, or something of that sort.
Dude, what the hell was that thing where FF.net was down for the whole day? I nearly died. Or was it just my computer?
["If you don't SHUT UP, I'm going to STRANGLE you with your own HAIR, you MAGGOT infested FRUITCAKE!!"] Ahem, there, now that I've got your attention please read. !_!.
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Chapter Whatever. I give up.
If someone had told you that you had a chance at happiness, true happiness, not the artificial happy for five seconds before the pain of reality kicks in, what would you have done? What would you have said to them? Or would you have just looked at them as one might look at a rapid human who is not allowed sharp objects and just walked away slowly so as not to attract their attention.
I know I would have patted them sympathetically and told them to seek help. Professional preferably.
Trowa on the other hand….well, let's not get into that little issue. However, now, he was inclined to believe whoever was the one that had said true happiness comes to those who wait. For now there was valid proof. And he, by god, had waited. Five hundred years worth of the word.
Thus it was that he threw whatever reserve he had to the four winds to play with as they would and swung Serena's giggling form into him arms to twirl her around. It was a merry moment. Where's the bleeding Kodak camera when you need it, dammit? We got a sap-fest going on here!
I bet you are all expecting him to suddenly get butter-finger syndrome and drop her right? Ah yes, I should stay the bloody hell out of your head eh? But, seriously (don't laugh you! I am perfectly capable of being serious when the need should arise, ingrate.) Trowa was holding her little form much too tightly for something of that like to happen.
It would also be a waste of both your and mine time to say that Serena was pleasantly surprised. The elf was quite gleeful.
It makes me sick. I suppose all you are sitting there cooing at it all, aside from the occasional few who are as squeamish as I and are wishing for me to hurry the bloody hell up. All right, fine. I'll not waste any more of your precious time.
Trowa proceed as he had planned and blah blah blah, it was a bleeding holiday for the romantics of the world. Couples rejoiced, some even got hitched. No big whoop. Serena enjoyed it, and they made like rabbits the rest of the day.
Ha! Fooled you!….No, not really, I'm just joking with you. You know. Like ha. Ha. Ha. Haa.
Anyways, blame it all on my newest voice, not the one your thinking, a different one. It's half the reason Trowa himself got a voice. I had to share the burden.
Finally, stress that word, the two love bugs came up for some much needed air and between huffed breaths and deep gulps, Serena uttered the most eloquent word that summed up both their thoughts.
"Wow."
Like I said, eloquent. She is such a fine master of the English language. And, yes my dear reader, that was sarcasm.
All right, I know that I'm not telling you this very well, and for I beg of something akin to forgiveness. I don't do love scenes. They give me the…well, how to put this delicately. They make me want to hurl. Gag, hurl, chuck up my lunch, and then perhaps die.
I don't know, maybe it's just the sugar overload or something. Though I know somewhere inside of me there be a hopeless romantic. I just need to dig her up from where ever the hell she is. Till then, I'm going to show us all some mercy and leave this part to your imagination for mine has had a heart attack. Right now, I'm running on auxiliary power. Besides that, your imagination can come up with something so much better then what I can write, though what your imagining is not going to happen. Serena does have morals after all.
They had reached midget sized and Duo had declared it an inter-national holiday. Oh, goody gum drops and chocolate mints. Another freaking holiday. Quatre was too busy with his own issue's such as jealousy, which was still picking at his blood pumping organ like happy and driving him up the proverbial wall, then to the rather disturbing sight of Duo singing to his braid to be paying any real attention to how tall he was now.
It was enough to make someone go crazy. Of course, for our little blonde one, that was too late. His cheese had already slid off the cracker.
Five seconds passed.
Quatre's eyebrow ticked, followed by the opposite cheek as he tried valiantly to keep his kind smile in place.
It only made him seem something of a mental case that children would run screaming from and later admit to their psychiatrists that he had been the reason they had done the bad things they did. It would later be called something like sociopathic rage….I think. See, the question that often triggers this response is "How does this make you feel?"
"If you don't SHUT UP, I'm going to STRANGLE you with your own HAIR, you MAGGOT infested FRUITCAKE!!"
Were Quatre's exact words as he flew at Duo who could only manage a squawk of high alarm.
As well he should; be alarmed that is. Duo had never born witness to that of a psycho little blonde fairy scorned and kicked to the side then forced to watch as the object of his affections return this thing called love to another man, beast… thing, whatever. Breathe.
Now that he was, he was certain he'd never want to see it again. Ever.
He certainly didn't want said psycho fairy touching him either. Who knew on whether it was contagious or not? So, Duo took the most logical approach to the situation and flew away like a speeding bullet. Fear was quite the motivator in Duo's case. Soon, Wufei's shrink was going to have a full house. It was complete madness, I tell you.
As soon as Duo's hair disappeared around the corner, Quatre switched gears so fast it made his ancestors motion sick and with a pleased smile whipped the foam from his lips then sat down to think. He wanted to take a good long look at his life. And then he was going to laugh heartily at the panicked expression of Duo's face when he had thought one of his most trusted friends had gone crazy. Which he had, but that was another story entirely.
Seeing as how no one wants to get into that detail riddled tale we'll move on.
It felt good being able to do that after so long. Especially after all the torture Duo put him through. After he was done with all this, he was going to find Cupid. He had a whole skeleton of bones to pick with that diapered pain in the rear end.
Like what kind of sick twisted bastard creates a freaking triangle like this? It was horrible. It hurt. Quatre hated it. Why couldn't he have been the one that Serna loved? Why did it have to be Trowa?
Before all this curse crap, he'd been best friends with the man, nearly brothers. But now… they hardly said a civil word to each-other.
Was it too much to ask for somebody to take the pain away? Was it too much to want that somebody to be Serena? Was it too much to ask for true happiness?
Once things calmed down, Serena and Trowa were sitting down and leaning against each other. It was Trowa that voiced what was on their minds this time.
"So, what now?" He asked, picking at the little fuzzies on the shirt he was wearing. He was also admiring the way the smooth skin of his stomach was coiled with muscles. It was a nice change from the fur.
Fur balls and all that.
At his back, Serena turned her head to look at the only clawed hand she could see. After a moment of silent debate with herself, she finally came to an answer that would have to do.
"How the hell should I know? What? Do I look like some all knowing deity? Just some sort of palm-reading fortune teller who can see the future? I haven't got a bloody cl-mmvph-"
Trowa, with a smile, dragged her into his lap and silenced her with a kiss that made Serena's toes curl.
Out on the trail, Heero turned back to look up at the castle's spires for a moment dark eyes a lighter shade that what was the norm, before he shook his head a slight smile tugging at his lips. It wouldn't hurt to leave them for a while, he mused, besides that, he had to go make some arrangements as he was certain Serena would want to get to know her roots. He started walking again, his cloak swirling through the mists behind him till he disappeared into them. Like a ghost…or maybe something worse.
Death was walking again. But this time, he was not as empty as he had been before.
End Chapter.
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Next chapter is going to be the Epilogue. Hopefully it'll be better then this one. And then, I start working on the Sequel. If anyone has any ideas for said sequel I'd be happy to have them. Really.
You know what really annoys me? Someone setting off a stink bomb in your classroom. Yup. I hate that. Especially since I couldn't get away from the smell. And you know what else? I hate it when someone sprays perfume and the two smells mix together to create one hideous, nauseating stench.
So, now my nose is bleeding. God, I hate that too. I hate having to stick some tissues up my nose. Fabulous, really. Ugh.
And I also got the most interesting review(s). In fact, it was so interesting, because it was like a flame, but not really, and it was a demand. I didn't mention it up top because hey, what can you say to " Fuck You @$$ $#!t" ?
'Why thank-you sir and/or madam , but I pass on that offer. Now have a nice day.'? Uh..yeah, Anyways. Very clever and manipulative if I do say so myself, doing what they did. Caught my attention. Well, whatever. I give up.
I just do not understand some people.
Joke: I used to like political jokes, that is until they got elected.
Advice: I don't know what to say right now, I'm very tired. So, maybe I should say…. That Dreams are the basis for reality, as long as you dream things will be okay.
But that's just kinda screwed up. Right. I'll be going to bed now.