A/N just an experiment.
maybe slash later.
I appologise for any thing that doesn't make sence, or any mistakes. Its 0330am and I can't sleep.
I thought he was creepy.
It wasn't the skin...
Ok, it was the skin. But he was green, and he thought he had an identity to protect. In reality, he sticks out like a sore thumb. The fangs and ears weren't terrible. Rather, they were tolerable, and could be shrugged off as someone in need of corrective dentistry or just a physical defect.
It wasn't his voice. While it was thoroughly irritating, it could be tuned out. I don't think he really cared if you listened. Well... if he did, I don't think he would have noticed if you placed your attention on something else. If he asked questions, you would be given no time to answer, which suited most just fine.
I think the main issue that I had with Beast Boy, was 'sir.' I don't like that word, and the inevitable awkwardness that followed the ass-kissing. The salute mixed with the chirpy gerbil-faced optimism. Ugh. He worshiped the ground I stood on. It really bugged me.
I do not know this boy. I have never met this boy. I don't even have a legitimate opinion of him. He just smiled and squeaked away, and suddenly he wants to be my sidekick? I didn't need a sidekick. I was perfectly fine without one, and perfectly proud to work solo.
I had faced my rigours training, and seen my share of disasters. I worked far too hard to spend the rest of my life being followed by a green munch-kin and being referred to as 'sir.' I do not need a partner, nor a sidekick, and I most definitely did not need Beast Boy.