* 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:

Okay, I'm going to try to make all my replies short, so please do not go on the warpath if I am too..short, yeah.

Lord knows that nothing good can come from being normal.

O_o…..!!! Wow there! I don't swing that way….::whimpers and runs to hide somewhere. Silver is just a little loopy today.::

::Stares at all the pink in horror, then starts screaming and curls into a small ball to rock back and forth after all, she is very scared. Is crying. "Pinkisbad,pinkisbad,it'sbad,it'sgoingtohurtme,it'sbad,pinkisbad." ::

Sweet! I like that word too!

:: Pulls every single dime, penny, quarter and yen from her pockets then grabs the Anti-pink paraphernalia, makes a huge mound out of it then hides under it.::

::Blinks at hopeless romantic.:: Oh, guess what! I found my hopeless romantic! She was hiding behind the couch the whole time!

Donna worry, I'll be giving Quatre a lovely lass in the next story.

Every body loves insanity. It makes the world fall down. Déjà vu, didn't I already say that?

A puppy that is scary is truly a work of evil. I swear…:: Pulls out the bigs cats and then goes and hides back under the anti-pink mountain. Think trauma. The puppy's not helping.::

I have exams coming up, in Dec. So, I'll be studying like mad. I hate school. And cows are evil, but green cows…::shudders:: Wait, would that make their milk green? O_O!

Good luck on that paper, my friend..seriously, teachers are sadistic. It's terrifying.

The epilogue, the false ending to the entire insane shebang. Huzzah!

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Chapter Whatever. I give up.

As a very wise story-teller once wrote, "There are no happy endings- because nothing ends." This is not a 'happy ending'.

Believe me, this is entirely too true for this little twisted tale.

I'm serious. And look at you, sitting there just staring at me like I'm some wacko. Good lord, now that I feel loved and all….

As I was saying, this is not the end. There will never be an end to this story. Hence the reason it's a fairy tale.  A fairly long tale at that. It'll be passed to others and a few things will change as it goes, to suit that of it's teller. Fairy tales do that, since they have that strange power. But have you ever wondered what happened after the tale was over? Maybe there was something else that was happening, or going to happen that we won't know about because hey, I'm only mortal and I have no time to tell you everything. Perhaps there was something more to the characters hearts then we were told, and we are dying to find out. Maybe there were more facets of this gem that the light had not yet hit. Mayhaps there be a deeper tale to the tale. Who knows?

Maybe there were others involved in the story that were never mentioned because they were not truly important.

Like say the servants? Where the hell were they, huh? We never saw them. Sure there was the allusion to them, but were they directly mentioned in more then just "the servant placed the food at the table,"?

No, of course not. Those poor bastards didn't get that type of recognition.

Nor did they want it judging by the way they all ran screaming from the scene. But that's off the subject. And we never saw that. So. Anyways.

What I mean is, this is merely one very long chapter in the book of fairy tales being closed. But yet, soon, you the reader will open another one. And another one, and another…but I think I repeat myself no?

There will be the past and the future to deal with. Since no tale is complete without them. There will be matters of the heart to deal with, like love, hate, rage…and let's not forget jealousy. There will be secrets revealed and shock to all involved. There will be dangers; what they may be I haven't the faintest at the moment. There will be everything under the sun- well within reason of course.

You see, I cannot tell you all that will happen. I'm merely the instrument through which the story moves. And from me, it will move to another. And another. Humans' by nature, are fascinated with fantasy. Perhaps it's the untouchable element that is magic that draws us to the tales. Perhaps it's merely a story to entertain us during our boring, pitiful existence as humans with nothing better to do. Or perhaps it's all for a good chance to laugh, to cry….well, laugh more then cry and generally feel good. And if you happen to be drunk(though one has to wonder how you can still be reading this) more fun for you then. And what's more fantastic then a story that never truly ends?

Well….I won't say anything, though I know you, dear reader, have at least one thing on your mind. I don't hold that against you. However, I'd like to remind you that Relena will be needed for the next story, so try not to hurt her too bad.

 But the story will keep going, and going and going….like some freak energizer bunny on Speed!

It's madness I tell you; complete and utter madness.

End Chapter.

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.   I feel that this is a pitiful epilogue. But, it is the closing of one chapter. Now, I will be dying. I'll resurrect myself sooner or later…but till then…..::Dies with a big smile on her face. One of satisfaction that this long tale was finally giving her the much needed chance to rest.::

::Minutes pass and then the stage, or whatever, darkens and Silver's gone. Finally a spot light turns on and we see a very familiar man sweat-erm- standing in stage, eyes wildly darting about. Where have we seen him before…ah! Yes, of course, The Managements lackey. Say hi to the lackey.

The Poor twit clears his throat and nearly jumps from his skin at the echo it creates. At last he squeaks out a few words that sound a little something like "Sqeackieweakie, meep, ahem..theeeaa.."

He finally gives up and runs off stage screaming. Someone needs help…..

The seconds tick by.

Then we see a man….though he is hidden by shadow, but w can speculate on her he is, seeing as how that wild hair and those cold eyes give him away every time.

"The Management would like to inform you that there will be a sequel, however it will not be up for a while. As the authoress has three other stories that she was working on –not that she told- and planning. We would also like to point out that she is grateful with all your support and planning something special in thanks. Yay for you. *glare* She wants to thank each and every one of you for all the good praise you have given her and that she will always remember this great honor…etcetera etcetera etcetera. Good night. And please, do not trample the author's corpse on the way out as she will be needing that later. Thank you. Signed, The Management."

The lights go out. ::