* Frozen Lilies.*
* Rating: Pg-13/ R for some points.
Pairings: Over all Trowa/Serena.. all though Quatre wishes it 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:
::begs for forgiveness a being so damn SLOWWWWW with this chapter.:: -_-' well, I finally got it out, hope you all like it, and since I'm sure you all know how much I love you, you won't mind if I cut right to the chase and tell you that we have a new surprise in here.
Thanks to all who reviewed for the last chapter..::grumbles:: as few as there were, but hey, I'm still happy. ^__^. So here is the next chapter, don't kill me and have a good day.
Quatre has unusual habbits, Duo is so freakin unlucky ,as is Trowa, it's bloody damn sad. Serena proves her strength against male dominance and Heero greets Lord of the Wood Elves with something quite startling.
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Chapter Four.
He stared at Duo.
Duo fidgeted. And kept his eyes anywhere but on the blonde (recently discovered psychopathic sadistic freak) fairy, in the vain hopes that if he didn't make eye contact he'd still have his spinal cord by tomorrow.
It wasn't working.
But, nonetheless, Quatre was amused. Ha ha.
Now, I realize this may bring to mind questions as to why this was going on. Very well, I shall answer these one at a time.
Why?) Feh...who the hell knows? It all started when Duo skidded into to the Library (thus disturbing our beloved resident psychopath, who was reading romance novels. Research, you see) and knocking over some book shelves (romance by the way) which in turn knocked over Quatre. The whole mess was paramount. And so was the trouble Duo was in.
What.) It includes an insanely polite smile promising doom, a few random objects of torture (such as the broken book-shelf and the How To Use Pink as the Ultra Torture tool book, a riding crop and a few other nameless objects like an eyelash curler. And Scissors. And a spork, which hasn't even been invented yet, so what the hell is it doing here? Okay, forget the spork. The spork was never mentioned.)
When.) Now. There was no time like the present after all.
Where.) Where ever was good. But seeing as how the dungeons below the castle were sound proof….
How.) Honestly? You don't want to know.
Who.) Duo.
These were of course future actions. At the moment, Quatre was wondering at the optimum use for the eyelash curler and how he was going to get Duo to the dungeons. Ahhh decisions, decisions…
Duo smiled weakly, and twisted his braid in a way that was sure to give him split ends. Gulp, " You…uh…is there..ah…something wrong with your eye, Quatre? It's twitching." Oh, this was sooo not good.
Okay, readers, picture this. Quatre with pictures of pain dancing through his head, smiling kindly if not for the undeniable hint of malice and there were most certainly fangs glinting as they poked his bottom lip, his left eye ticking every few seconds. It was a, if not the most, scary thing, if Duo were to give his opinion. Add some potent terror to the atmosphere and you've got the perfect nightmare. Stephen Spielberg would have killed to get this effect in his movie 'Jaws'.
Immediately, Quatre's malicious look vanished to be replaced by a sweet little smile characteristic of a cherub. It succeeded in putting Duo at ease.
" I'm sorry Duo." He paused to glance at the mess behind him and at the bodiless hands starting to clean up. Oh great. Witnesses. Well, he could fix that little problem.
He gestured an arm towards the grand library doors and bowed in a 'lead the way' motion, " How about we go somewhere? I would like to talk to you."
Poor Duo never had a chance…
*****
…Neither did Trowa for that matter. As it was, Serena was very determined and when she was that way, not even an entire army of demon forces could stand against her. Oh, they'd be standing all right but they wouldn't be doing anything…army-ish. Okay, that was a one on the Lame meter, but we'll ignore that and move on.
Moving on…
Serena glared at Trowa with a LOOK that promised flaming, malignant, oh-so-painful death if he did not do what she wanted. Trowa had come to know that look well. It was a trait she shared with every other female on the planet.
Men were obviously the weaker sex…this was proof. Another crushing defeat to the T-man.
She continued to glare and he continued to look anywhere but directly into the inferno of those sapphire eyes. He knew that if he did… he was doomed.
….Well, he thought dismally five seconds after Serena positively flounced from the room oozing smug feminimity, he was damned…
*****
Ever had some jerk star down their noses at you as if you were not even close to being worthy enough to be something gross on their shoes in need of being scraped off? As if you were one of the ten most horrible things on the face of the planet and therefore in need of a quick and simple death? Or how about like you were a simple minded peon and they were Lord of Every freaking thing including the very air you breathed?
Well, Heero was dealing with 'some jerk' at the moment whom was his darling daughter Serena's grand father. And Lord the Wood.
Heero didn't give a rat's ass what the elf was and was this close to storming up the steps of the dias to the elegantly carved wooden throne and wringing his pale neck. Or taking that long silver-ish hair and wrapping it into a ball and shoving it so far down the smug prick's throat that he'd be anally backtracked for weeks. Months. YEARS. As petty as those were, they were merely the beginning of Heero's idea of torture for the elf lord.
Is it just me, or are you noticing a sudden abundance of torture methods in this tale? Well, children, there's one thing I can say about this tale. When you get done, you'll have a library of knowledge about torture. Oh yes. The whole 'don't get mad rip some ones gut's out with a spork' trip. Huzzah. You can find each other and share notes on torture. Or torture each other for notes on torture. God, I need to get a better hobby…
Hate was too weak a word and was thus used loosely to describe his animosity towards the father of his love, and there had not yet been a word created that would begin to cover it. So, hate would do till then.
Ahem, anyways.
Heero didn't bow, nor did he do anything to show respect to the lord. A fact that greatly pissed off said lord. Heero was nothing if not stubborn and arrogant in his ways. He bowed to no one.
"You have…news of my daughter?" The question itself was a diplomatic one, but Heero's acute hearing picked up to finely hidden fury behind the words.
Oh, you're furious? I'll show you fury, he thought. Heero looked up at the pale elf lord in all his glory and hardly batted an eyelash, instead maintaining a cold glacial look that could freeze molten lava into diamonds (even though that is impossible by every natural law) in point zero five seconds flat. Arctic Prussian met and clashed with titan like ferocity with a pair of regal pale blues.
"Hn." He hnned, knowing damn well that this would pull the elf lords garter's tighter. That little demon inside of him jumped up and down rubbing his little hands in pure glee chanting 'fun, fun, fun' over and over again.
The Lord's right eye twitched.
Afore mentioned demon squealed in victory and did a little dance, 'Who's the man, baby?'
Heero tactfully ignored this demon and upped the death rays of his eyes to 'obliterate'. He prepared himself for a grand speech, and loaded the cannons.
Finally the Lord snapped. "Well?"
Loaded…aiming…fire. "She's dead." …Direct hit.
The audience in the throne room collectively gasped on cue. Heero just barely refrained from glaring at each and every one of them. And then bringing all hell's rage upon them. They had nothing to gasp about. They had lost nothing dear to them. And yet, they had the gall to act hurt at this news. None of them gave a damn about Serenity. Only he had cared. Only him! He was going to prove this once and for all, and bring that lord down to earth. Painfully preferably. His rage demanded nothing less.
He continued, knowing full well that this was the last battle of the war that had raged for years between the two of them. Heero had been right in the past and sadly here was the proof. And he was going to make sure every elf in this room knew and carried the knowledge to the rest of the kingdom.
" That honorable human lord had her killed. As I had warned you would happen. Your grandchild, my daughter, would have been killed as well had I have not gone against your orders and been there to stop that. I couldn't save Serenity." His voice thickened, the past laced through his words. But he neither lowered his gaze nor looked away. " So, my lord, it appears that your infallibility in always being right .. has failed you. Your daughter is dead because of it."
The truth had been delivered and honor had been sated; Heero could leave and never return as was his plan. There was nothing hear for him. There never had been except for Serenity's love. And she was dead. He turned away, one final blank glance at the lord, and started walking to the grand doors. His rage collapsed into pain.
The crowd was perfectly silent. Unnaturally so. No one stirred.
Just before he reached the doors, Heero stopped and looked over his shoulder at the Lord with more emotion in his gaze then the other elf had ever had the misfortune to see. He very nearly flinched at the hatred he felt radiating from those iced blue eyes. The rage, the pain, the hate…it threatened to take over his mind.
Heero noted that the lord was paler and that his hands were gripping the arms of the elaborate throne so hard the knuckles had become a near gray in hue. The inner demon was oddly quiet as well.
The crowd's collective eyes jumped from one elf to the other. Not unlike spectators watching a bad mitten game.
"…A grand child?" the lord whispered, startled. It was all he could say.
Ping went the eyes of the crowd.
Heero ignored that and instead said, "I have satisfied my honor. Perhaps you should do the same."
And the dark elf was gone.
Pong. The crowd stared at the king, thoroughly absorbing this intriguing new melodrama. This would pass to every elven ear before nightfall.
As Heero had wanted it.
*****
Later, in his private study, the elf lord sat and thought. He thought that perhaps he had been entirely wrong about everything. He thought that that human was deserving of death for his treachery. He thought of his kind, gentle, beautiful daughter, and how he'd given her hand, thinking it was for the best interests of both human and elven kind. He thought of his grand daughter with something akin to awe and wondered about what she was like. Was she like her mother? Did she have her eyes? He thought about Heero, and conceded that perhaps he had judged the dark elf too harshly. That all the dark elf was guilty of was love his daughter with all his heart.
He thought of his kingdom, and that he needed an heir or heiress as the case was. He was not going to live forever.
And finally he thought that he'd like to see his grand daughter. For he was sure that she had many questions of her heritage, and he knew that there other matters to deal with as well. Such as this human, Kenneth.
Yes, he thought to himself wryly and not a bit bitterly, his honor demanded nothing less than everything he had so foolishly fucked up be put to rights once more.
And with that, Lord Milliardo Peacecraft sent the word out for the elven army to prepare themselves. There was honor to fulfill, and past transgressions to be fixed.
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…………. You all hate me now don't you? I sure as hell took my sweet ass time getting this next chapter out and it's not even very good. Of course you hate me…. Uggg.
All right, here's the whole kit n' kaboodle. I am going to have to put this story on hold for a while. A you can see, I beginning to struggle through it and it's getting me nowhere. Of course, knowing me, I will still try to work on it but the ideas just ain't coming in high numbers and it's slowing my writing down a lot. Well, hey, ya know, you can help me if you would be so kind? Hint hint.