* Frozen Lilies.*
* Rating: Pg-13/ R for some points.
Pairings: Over all Trowa/Serena.. all though Quatre wishes is differently. Poor Boy.
Disclaimer: Writing makes me happy. But I own nothing and that makes me sad. So really, it's just a mixed feeling as I type. O well.
Summary:
Happy happy joy joy….hnm, catchy tune. ::Proceeds to sing to tune like the little lunatic that she is::
School is the scurge of every child, teenager or otherwise. I happen to be that 'otherwise'.
::Follows the tiff between Sakura and Mona as one would follow a tennis match, scratching her head in confusion. She jumps when the attention is suddenly on her. "Uh…happy birthday? And I try? Really."::
:: Blushes and coughs modestly, but is otherwise smiling like a maniac:: Well, I do hope you two do good. I hate to see families torn up. A few of my friends have had to go through that, as well as my half brother and sister. But, thank you.
::Silver walks into the room (skirting the couch warily) and heads towards the drawers intent on finding a pen as her other one ran out. She opens the first drawer then jumps back with a yell. "No! What the hell are you doing in there? You're supposed to be in the couch. I don't go near the couch, I was safe. ACK!! NO!!!" Silver tries to shield herself from the thing, but it's no use. The thing has her. In a flash of dramaticus glitarus, Silver is surrounded by hearts and other such jazz as well as romantic music. She looks rather dazed.::
::Hearts in eyes.:: I……loveNO…need….manAHHHNONONO…help! Please. With carrots and….ewiie. ::Starts to cry big fat tears of bitter defeat/joy:: Wahahahahah.
Poor rat indeed. The thing never had a chance.
Uh….the first chapter? Yes, and silence. Lots of that. As well as Chaos. Have fun.
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Chapter One.
Silence, any silence, is unnatural. Everything is always moving, always shifting and there's life that flows and if you listen you can hear it. Whether this life be flowing through the veins of an animal, human, tree or even the air it is there. Nothing is ever silent. But humans never realize this for their hearing is poor and sadly, lacking. There are those lucky few that are blessed by sensitive hearing.
Have you ever stood in the center of a forest clearing, or in a meadow or anywhere else and just stood there and listened?
Have you heard the sound of the life as it flowed through the grass, the trees and the small animals? Heard it moving through the whole circle of life? Heard a family of starlings rustling in their nests under their mother's wings? Heard a Doe with her fawn move softly through the underbrush? Heard it so completely that you feel it, that you become a part of the whole?
It is probably the most wondrous, enlightening and belittling, humbling experience you will ever have. Much like standing at the edge of a cliff and looking down, or standing at the top of the tallest mountain and surveying the world and feeling just how small you are, yet how much you contribute to the web of life. The fact and evidence of your insignificance is suddenly slammed into you with all the force of a volcano erupting as violently as Mount Vesuvius.
For Serena, it was a painfully beautiful thing. She'd never felt quite the way she did at the moment, just standing and being. For once in her life she was no one, merely one small strand in the tapestry. She was just there. Nothing more, nothing less.
It would be so easy. She wanted to let herself go in the sounds, the feel of it all. So easy. Just to melt into the forest and be.
She'd never been aware of all this before. All the life that flowed never ending, not even death seemed to delay it. Then she realized that death, as it were, was merely a small stage in life that opened the gates for new life to be born. Where everyone else saw an old log, rotted out and decaying; she saw a well of life. The log not only provided for young saplings, buts for insects and maggots that wee the main stay for larger creatures, whereupon greater creatures fed upon them. The food chain.
Or as some things that ran around in white suits with clip boards that were named scientists would come to call it, the ecosystem. They also had name tags.
But that is off the subject and in the distant future. We have no business with them.
It would be arrogant of her to think that she was at the top of said food chain, and Serena was not that stupid. Despite popular opinion….
But aside from that, she was quite content to just stand where she was and listen. It was a nice break from the normal chaos of the castle. Peace had become something that dreams were made of. Ahh, she mused, what was the true meaning of peace?
Somewhere in the general direction of the castle there was a crash followed by several shouts and screams then loud curses. As well as the sound of maniacal laughter.
Serena's lips twitched as the calm she had momentarily fled like that doe and her fawn just over the hillock. She pulled on her earlobe as she listened to the havoc, wincing in accordance to the crashes and feeling the tips of her ears flame at the ripe words that were hurled through the air.
Well, there went the neighborhood, she thought somewhat bemused turning to peer at the castle spires through the canopy of emerald and jade.
About damn time, she was starting to think something had happened. Peace?
Six feet under. R.I.P.
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Chaos. Now there was something Trowa was quite familiar with. Perhaps, he would, and could, go so far as to say that it was his shadow. In any case, it made for many headaches and a growing need for choice words. He was running low. Perhaps he should learn few new languages. Latin? Hmmm, no, he'd studied that four hundred years ago out of pure boredom… ahh, memories. Bloody annoying things.
There was yet another crash- Trowa pictured a priceless vase in shattered pieces spread over the floor with a wince- as a human sized fairy blurred past his form (which had taken up residence leaning against the wall well out of the way of danger) trailing a long braid. Suffice to say it was Duo. On the run. Again.
Of it's own accord, Trowa's clawed hand shot out and snatched the braid and held firm. The muscles in his arm corded and steeled, bracing themselves for what was coming. Five…four…three…two…one.
SNAP.
Finally the length of Duo's braid was stretched taught and he was pulled right off his feet by inertia. A startled yelp was issued, then the sound of a body hitting the floor. Seconds later, two quasi-innocent, but fully stunned violet eyes were staring up at him.
Trowa stared.
Duo blinked.
Stare.
"Eeep!"
With a heavy mental sigh, Trowa shook the stray hairs that had decided to wrap themselves around his hand off with an annoyed glare down at the weakly grinning Duo. The afore mentioned fairy was probably trying to think of a plausible excuse as to why there had been a demolition in his wake and why he was in such a hurry.
Which was entirely true, Duo's mind(quick as it was) was scrambling for purchase trying to figure a way out of the mess he was in other wise a few more hairs would be plucked from his sensitive scalp. He did not like the sound of that. Just thinking of it made his scalp prickle unpleasantly. Deciding he didn't like the feeling, he sat up rubbing the back of his neck.
"Relena." He said at last, her name just…spilling from his lips without his consent. She was enough to scare anybody into flight…
Trowa immediately looked down the hall, something akin to panic on his face.
…Like that.
Duo did what Duo did best. Duo fled with his braid clutched in his hands. Duo fled cackling, which he was also very good at.
As Duo did what Duo did best, Duo thought. A great feat by popular opinion of him, even though he was quite clever. Duo thought about how the months had flown by since Serena had come. He thought about how they had all changed. Trowa the most. Where he was a beast and ruled by instincts and emotions(since animals couldn't very well use logic that well. It usually ended up with them on the wall in some hunters lodge) he was now a …man?… ruled by logic.
Duo sighed and slowed his escape velocity to light-speed as he rounded a corner.
Trowa was like he had been when he was the prince of the castle all those long years ago. Stoic, quiet, even melancholy.
Now Duo may have been Duo, but Duo knew that Duo could tell certain things. Duo knew that this change of Trowa's was hurting Serena, even if she hid it well.
Duo was proud to say that Duo wasn't stupid. Well, at lest not wholly.
Duo was also very aware of a certain other fairy's forbidden feelings for Serena. When would Quatre get his act together and realize that Serena loved Trowa.
Even if Trowa was acting like something had crawled up his ass and died. She loved the whanker anyways, unconditionally. Poor delusional girl…elf. Whatever! Gads, man, what was with all the bad blood between them. Did they get into a tiff or something? Yeesh. One of those lover's quarrels?
And that's when it hit him. Or rather, he hit it.
'It' wasn't actually an 'it'. It was more of a 'her' and this 'her' was Serena.
Both he and her went flying, and would have crashed into the floor had Duo not remembered he had wings and put them to use to break their fall. Luckily, he had also remembered to grab her. Bad thoughts…
They landed, naetheless, in an ungraceful heap on the floor. Ungraceful because no one ever landed gracefully on the floor from a free fall. Mostly because Grace(the ever graceful one) was a fickle bitch and never deemed anyone worthy to hit the floor gracefully. Also because this is Duo we're dealing with and Duo will always be Duo. Grace couldn't help him. No one could really.
Anyways.
Duo found himself staring into two very…startled but very angry eyes belonging to none other then his road kill victim. He felt properly alarmed and scrambled to get off her.
"Heh heh, sorry bout that m'lady. Didn't mean to pancake you." He chuckled to himself then reached down and hauled her little self to her feet.
God, he loved being big again. Well, he did miss being able to go around and spy on people without their notice…and being able to look up women's skirts…but…he liked being tall….because….he just did. Bad thoughts. No Bad thoughts.
Serena glared.
Duo blinked.
Glare.
Duo threw up his hands in exasperation. " No respect! No respect I tell you! I get none! You glare at me for helping you, Trowa stares at me…." He trailed off, eyeing Serena who had gone all dewy eyed on him at the mention of Trowa.
Pout, then sigh: "Down the hall, turn left, you can't miss him."
Serena left.
Duo decided to do what Duo did best. Duo Ranted. To the only things he could, the walls.
" Try to get in a decent rant around here and people ignore you! How bloody annoying! What is wrong with you people!!?" Flail, flail. " Can't a man-fairy get a good rant in once in a while to an actual audience."
And thus he went. Ranting his merry little way down the hall. Rant, rant, rant so it went.
The walls deigned it wise to remain silent. They were rather miffed that he thought they were unworthy to be ranted to.
******
She let her feet carry her to her love. (Gag). Eager to find him, to love him. (Twitch). She wanted to talk to him, maybe kiss him. (Choke).
Ech, I give up. Stupid romantical nonsense.
******
Trowa was leaning against the wall, eyes closed, arms crossed over his chest in his I-look-like-I'm-sleeping-but-I'm-really-watching-you way. Well, he was more or less listening to the sounds of the castle, allowing himself to scope out the spells that protected the kingdom grounds as well as the inner walls.
He heard her light footsteps before she reached him.
The human-not-really-human frowned.
She was beginning to step lightly, soon he wouldn't be able to hear her at all. As it was, she was merely a slight tapping against his perception. He supposed that it was the way any elf would move. In the short time that Heero had been here, he had noticed that the elf was able to move without even his detection much less the castle's magical senses. Serena was following in her father footsteps, both figuratively and literally.
Eventually, she rounded the corner and light footed her ways towards him, a smile on her face that just lit up the hall.
Trowa pushed himself from his lean-to and held out an arm for her. She positively beamed at him.
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And it was making Quatre want to hurl.
It was driving him up the wall! Why, that man-thingy-whatever hardly treated her with the love she deserved! After he had changed back…he'd reverted to the way he'd been before he'd been cursed. Quatre was annoyed. Had he learned nothing those five hundred years? Or was it an 'in one ear, and out the ass' scenario?
Hnn, go figure.
Trowa had always been an immoveable mountain of silent will. It was only natural that, after that curse, he's swing back to the way he was.
Well, Quatre conceded, maybe this would be a good thing. Trowa would push her away slowly, and She, being hurt, would seek comfort from the one that would be there for her.
Silently, Quatre vowed to be that one person. No matter what. He wouldn't try to seduce her. He had morals after all, no would her try to encroach another man's property.
He would merely stand by and wait.
No problem.
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Apparently, that's as far as that inspiration goes. -_-. Good Lord, talk about easy come, easy go. It makes me want to kill something. ::Silver reaches over her shoulder and pulls out a silver katana then runs off with a bloodcurdling war cry, declaring that all things remotely pink should run. "Run and tremble, lest I splice and dice ye into many pieces like so many jigsaw puzzles. BWAHAHHAAHHAH! HAHAH!"::
Ahem, :: wipes pinkish ooze off of her katana with a BLACK cloth. The proceeds to burn black cloth merrily whistling to herself.:: That little matter aside…
Joke for the chapter: For some reason, I keep trying to think, but nothing happens.
Advice for the chapter: The truth is a mere whisper. To hear it, all one has to do is listen.