AN: I have no idea why it's not letting me edit this right, but I guess I'll just have to make the best of it. Again, I have got to STOP writing every little idea, that refuses to leave me alone, down. I have way too many stories to handle right now. *Sigh*
Grr my short attention span... and the 'o' on my keyboard being stuck 1/2 the time.
Oh well, anyway, here's my take on the whole 'Teen Titans find a baby and raise him/her' idea. 1st, did any of u ever notice that the baby is Usually female, and is just dropped off randomly at Titans' tower? Okay classic, classic. But I wanted to make something different, so, this baby is Male (If u haven't guessed by the title, his name will be Nao, eventually) and he was obtained in a (hopefully seeming) less - random way. (ANN: I blame the inspiration of this fic on watching too much Yu Yu Hakusho... thank u)
Well, I hope u enjoy. :3
It had been a stealth mission for me alone, a few months ago. There was going to be a ritual of some sort performed by a group of powerful beings (The Shadow Mages, I learned they were called later) and my objective was to observe it and make sure that it was no threat to the people of Jump, or even of this planet.
I snuck in through a small opening of the abandoned church that they were using for it. I crawled on the floor of the inner wall space until I was finally in a secluded enough area to cut an opening. I hid amongst the shadows, creeping inconspicuously to where their ritual was being held. The worst possible scenario I had thought of for this ritual was that they would probably perform some type of power-enhancing spell, go mad with power, and start a major rampage on the city… I wasn't prepared for the site of a baby wrapped in a black blanket and placed in the middle of the room with various sharp objects littered around him/her.
What sort of ritual was this? I had a feeling, but hoped that I was dead wrong. I couldn't stand by without knowing what they had planned. A few minutes later (though it felt like hours to me, as different ideas flooded my mind of anything else they could be using that child for), a small group of beings dressed in head to toe black cloaks started into the room. I took my chance and grabbed the end guy, covering his mouth with one hand, while my other arm wrapped around his upper torso and pulled him into the shadows with me.
"You're going to give me answers, now" I demanded. He whimpered a bit; I knew I was scary when angry, people have told me countless times and I use it to my advantage. "What are they planning on doing with the child?"
I held a bird-er-rang to his neck like a knife. He gulped, and began to squeal. The child in the blanket is a very powerful being that was born from the two opposing groups – The Shadow Mages and The Animai. The shadows perform different levels of magic and spell casting, but are mainly known for their daringness to practice, master and create dark or forbidden magic - illegal in their dimension until their group was officially formed, they practiced that type of magic in secret, 'in the shadows', hence the name. The Animai are also magical beings, but not as dark as the shadows; they work more with nature – controlling plants, weather, animals etc… and each member of that group is represented by an animal, depending on their personality.
His parents – The father a top ranked shadow mage, and the mother a white fox Animai (not literally, it just meant that she was pure as snow and crafty) started seeing each other. Whether they were in love or just defiant to their group's custom's, who knew. But that baby, a little boy, was the result of their relationship. The two groups had been fighting for centuries in their dimension, so the child born of these two opposing forces was thought to be more of a curse than a blessing – a monstrosity for having the blood of hating floes/war coursing through his veins… automatically evil from birth. The Animai shunned him, and The Shadow Mages did not want this curse to live, afraid of him and his mixed blood… so this gathering today is to be a double ritual – one part as a purifying, the other as a sacrificing. Spilling his blood would remove the clashing sides embedded in him – purifying his soul, and sacrificing the evil inside his body.
Either way this child was going to die… this innocent little being was going to be killed on the narrow minded beliefs of these people. Robin just couldn't let that happen; at just infancy this boy has already lost so much – his parents, his home, respect as a living thing, he was not going to lose his life too. Robin tied the man up, gaged him, and left him in a secluded spot. He readied his weapons and prepared to bust through the doors of the room.
The cloaked beings were all gathered around the bundle; in front of each was a sharp object – a knife, a blade, a dagger… They were just about ready to begin.
[Bang!] The doors flew open and two objects soared past them, towards the ceiling and combusted after a few seconds – rubble began to rain down on them, and a cloud of smoke was quickly gathering around them. The cloaked figures coughed and sputtered in the cloudy air, but soon another sound formed of people beings knocked to the ground – kicked, punched, slammed, hit, or even torn into with their own weapon (the sharp objects) that were confiscated from them before they even realized.
After a while the smoke cleared, the group members were stacked on the hard floor, with weapons and debris scattered everywhere. Robin took a deep, calming breath; the worst was over for now. He walked up to the blanket wrapped child cautiously. He knew that these other beings were more advanced than common humans – Raven had told him a little about them when he had first been tipped off about the secret ritual plan from a concerned citizen who had overheard two of the members' conversation – other than being magically gifted, they were intellectually graced as well, a six month old child in their dimension may look the same as one from here, but understood conversations, actions and words more like a eighteen month old might.
Getting a better look at the little boy, he looked to be about ten months old, with white-silvery hair (A decent amount adorning his little head too), light honey skin tone over plumb baby fat cheeks (AN: The ones on his Face, people), and stormy blue eyes that were filled with a mixture of fear and curiosity.
"It's okay, you're safe now. No one is going to hurt you, you're safe… you're safe with me" he told the child with a soft tone.
The baby seemed to relax after a little bit, and Robin took a brave step closer to him. The little boy was still okay with this, so he took another risk and slowly raised his hand to the baby's head and lightly combed his fingers into the soft locks of hair. They both stayed that way for a few minutes until (surprisingly) the little boy was the one to break it, by raising his arms slightly and looking at Robin with pleading eyes. Robin was shocked but tried not to show it, so he gave a small smile to the infant and carefully lifted him into his arms and leaned him against his chest. The baby sighed in content.
'Well,' Robin thought to himself 'let's go home'.
He and the little boy had formed a bond that day. But what was to happen now?
What do u think of the prologue - Dull? Interesting? Too Wordy? Let me know (My English teacher says my writing it too word T_T *So Depressing* So I really wanna know what you guys think.)
Well, reviews will make me happy. :) So... review pwease? *Pouts*