A/N: Well, this is my first Teen Titans fanfiction. This is sort of a "pilot episode" for a series of shorter fics I plan to write. I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans, the Galactic War Saga or the future. Then again, by then my generation will be in charge, so… I guess I do sort of own it! I also own my OCs, but I kinda stole part of the storyline from Spy Kids. It's just that, Troublemaker Studios owns a lot of stuff, so I never thought they'd miss it… (Gets dragged off by the fanfiction police, Titan division) No! I can't go to jail! I'm too delicate!
882 Pacific Rd., Jump City suburbs, NY
6:30 a.m. Wednesday, September 5, 2025
In the early-morning darkness, the sound of light breathing filled the bedroom. In her bed lay an ebony-haired teenage girl, resting serenely under her blankets. The door of the room slowly creaked open, revealing a thin beam of light, and then shut, once more plunging the room into semi-darkness. You could almost hear the Jaws theme music as an orange patch of spiky hair became visible at the foot of the girl's bed, and then lowered out of sight. The owner of the hair, an unidentifiable shadow, rose and began to tiptoe towards a drawer at the other side of the room. Slowly, the shadow's hand reached out for a book lying on top of the drawer. Suddenly the girl's emerald eyes snapped open.
She let out a bloodcurdling shriek of pure rage. "Robiiiiin!" she bellowed as the shadow, revealed as a blue-eyed boy of about thirteen, snatched the book and made a beeline out of the room and across the hallway, with the older girl in hot pursuit. Robin (the boy) dashed inside of his room and pressed his body against the door. The walls of his room where covered in movie posters, comic book pages and handmade drawings of superheroes.
Meanwhile, the enraged girl was pounding herself against the door, shouting between heaves. "Give…" Bam! "Me back…" Bam! "My diary!" Bam! Robin, unworried, was opening the book, entitled My Dairy, by Kerriorda'l T. Grayson. "Dear Diary," he read aloud, "Today I saw Eric McNelson by the water fountain. He looked sooooo dreamy. I wonder if he'll ever notice m-yipe!" The "yipe" was due to the fact that Kerri (as she was often called) had pried the door open and currently had Robin in a headlock.
One mercifully short struggle later, both Grayson siblings where walking downstairs, eyeing each other warily. "Hey kids!" said their dad, Richard, whose eyes where the same sapphire hue as Robin's and whose black hair Kerri had inherited. "Hey Dad" responded Kerri and Robin. "Ready for the first day of school?" asked their mom, Kori, who had Kerri's eyes and Robins hair, though it was almost more red than orange. "You bet!" responded Robin enthusiastically, "It's my first day in Jump Junior High, and I'm totally psyched!"
After a short breakfast, the Kerri and Robin where outside, backpacks in tow, waiting for the school bus. Since the junior high school was only a block away from the high school, it was convenient for Robin to ride the bus with Kerri. "This is gonna be great!" said Robin, almost shaking with excitement. "What's so great about it?" asked Kerri, "It's just another school year." "For you it is." Answered Robin, "But for me, it's a clean slate. Junior high's going to be different. No more mocking, no more bellow C-level grades, no more being dangled by my underwear over a flushing toilet…" "That only happened once." Pointed out Kerri. "But it still happened." Insisted Robin, "And believe me, it's not gonna happen again!" "Just try not to embarrass me." Said Kerri tiredly. "Also not gonna happen!" Replied Robin, "That whole 'noodle incident' is a thing of the past!"
After the buss ride, Kerri Grayson's first day of school was pretty normal. Algebra was easy, biology was simple, and social studies was basic. History was the only subject that ever gave Kerri any real trouble and even that was a breeze on the first day. It was after the last class had ended, and everybody was lingering in the halls by their lockers, that the only mildly dramatic event took place.
You see, Kerri, like any girl her age, wanted to be popular, and had to contend with the girls who where. Kerri, of course, was nowhere near being an outcast, and had plenty of friends. But at the very top of the social ladder, the alpha-female of the in-crowd, was Kathie Eracni, the most snide, cruel, manipulative, evil, cunning and blonde (not that I have anything against blondes, or people who are evil) teenager this side of the school district. And she was Kerriorda'l T. Grayson's arch-nemesis.
Kerri was walking down the hall, backpack slung over shoulder, when suddenly, she turned a corner and saw her chatting among a flock of her cronies, I mean, friends. Kathie glanced over and saw her, her cold, blue eyes narrowing into slits. Automatically, all the other students moved aside, forming a semicircle around the two glaring teenage girls. You could've almost heard the western music in the background: Ya-ie ya-ie ya… Do do do… Ya-ie ya-ie ya… Do do do… "Grayson." Kathie hissed under her breath, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Eracni." Growled Kerri, detest seeping from her pupils. The schoolgirls circled each other, each one never keeping their eyes off their opponent. Finally, Kathie gave an aloof huff, lifted her nose and walked off with her followers, leaving behind a seething Kerri.
"I'm telling you," said Robin as he walked out of the junior high's doors, "The second installment of the Galactic Wars Saga trilogy is far superior to the first and third movies." "But you have to admit, episode three has some pretty sweet special effects." Pointed out one of his two companions. "Well, you can't argue with that." Admitted Robin. Spotting Kerri, he added, "Well, there's my sister. See ya Gary, see ya Darby." "See ya Rob." Said his two friends, waving goodbye.
"So," said Robin, walking up to his two-years-senior sibling, "How was your first day of 'just another school year'?" "It was normal." Replied Kerri, "I had a face-off with that witch Kathie Eracni though." At the name of Kerri's rival, Robin's face suddenly glazed over and a weird smile came over his face. "You mean, THE Kathie Eracni?" he said dreamily, "The girl with the hair more beautiful than any of the gold in Fort Knox, the girl with the limpid pools of sky-blue for eyes, the girl with the most soft, fair-yet-tan skin in the world, THAT Kathie Eracni?" Kerri sighed exasperatedly. She had never gotten used to the fact that her only brother had a three-ton-per-square-inch-crush on the one girl that she hated most in the world.
"Yes, THAT Kathie Eracni." Kerri said, with the air of someone who has said it many times before. "So anyway," she said, changing the subject, "How was your day?" "It was okay." Replied Robin, "But the cafeteria goers of the school have no appreciation for some of the finer beverages of the culinary world." A long silence fallowed this statement. Finally, Kerri spoke up. "You drank mustard again, didn't you?" she asked. "I don't get it!" Robin shouted, flinging is arms in the air, "Why does no one appreciate the yellow, spicy goodness that is mustard through a straw?" "Because it's disgusting?" suggested Kerri, raising an eyebrow. "That's what they all say!" said Robin, disgruntled, "But has anyone actually tried it? There is a thin line between condiment and beverage, my friend."
As the Grayson siblings walked along the sidewalk toward their home, they passed a purple-roofed house with a pair of ten-year-old boys, both exactly identical with dark blonde hair and violet eyes playing in the front yard. As they passed, one of the boys waved enthusiastically at them, while the other simply nodded, showing his notice of the passersby. These boys where the Logan twins, Daxter (yes, his father had named him after a videogame character) and Hamlet. Even though they where not technically related to Kerri and Robin, they where still identified as cousins, since their mom and dad (known as Aunt Raven and Uncle Gar) where apparently close friends of the now-Graysons in high school. The Logan twins, though they often got along, where polar opposites. Daxter was always happy-go-lucky and spontaneous, while Hamlet was more serious and quiet, often reluctant to fallow along with his brother's schemes. However, they where inseparable, as many twins are.
As Kerri and Robin turned a corner on the sidewalk, they approached the entrance to the small park that Jump City's suburbs harbored. As Robin turned to head inside it, Kerri spoke up. "Are we going to have to go in there again?" she half-wined, "You drag me in here every afternoon." "Every other afternoon." Her brother replied, "And besides, what's wrong with the statues?"
The statues that Robin was referring to was a small monument in the center of the park depicting the Teen Titans, a group of young superheroes that had saved the town countless times before the Grayson siblings had been born. The stone effigies showed five teens, the caped leader in the front with his foot on a one-eyed mask. On the granite base, it listed the names of the team's members: Robin, (our Robin could was always bringing up how he was named after a superhero) Starfire, Beast Boy, Raven and Cyborg. Next to the names was a plaque with the fallowing inscribed: Teen Titans. Protectors of Jump City. Founded 2004, retired 2010. "You know," said Robin, looking off into space, "After they retired and handed crime control over to the police, they abandoned the tower and took up secret identities. I always wondered where they live now, and who their secret identities are." "I don't know." Said Kerri, "But I do know one thing." "What's that?" asked Robin. "Wherever they are," Kerri replied, looking absentmindedly at the stone figures, "We sure don't know them."
A/N: Well, how you like? I thought this chapter ending was so good, I could just leave it there and make it a one-shot, but where's the fun in that? Anyway, if you where wondering, yes, the fanfiction police did put me in jail, but my cellmate is working on an escape plan, ain't that right, Martha? (I have no idea why they put me in with her, even though I clearly have the word lad in my name.) Also, don't flame, or I'll sic my aquarium fish on you! Well, okay, my old clownfish is pretty useless, but my longnosed hawkfish (a sort of cross between a lionfish and a tiny marlin) is a fearsome, lightning-fast predator, and my marine betta, despite his name, is a relative of the grouper! Also, the hermit crabs pinch if you mock them.
Send doilies, we're using them to make rope.
Even though this is twenty years in the future, not twenty-one, I'm writing this in December and I figure by the time it's finished it'll be 2005.