Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. They belong to Warner Bros, DC Comics, and Cartoon Network. I also do not own the movie entitled, "The Glass House."

Author's Note: As of now, there are no official pairings in this story. And this definitely will NOT be some perverted love story between BlackfireXSlade. Also, keep in mind that this is an AU, meaning Alternate Universe, meaning that some things are obviously going to be different from the cartoon/comics.

Buckle in your seat-belts, my friends. You're in for a long ride.

Faces To Call Home

Chapter 1- A Rude Awakening

"-They are as asleep. In the morning, they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning, it flourisheth and groweth up. In the evening, it is cut down and withereth...for we are consumed by thine anger and by thy wrath are we troubled. Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance. For all our days are passed away in thy wrath. We spend our years as a tale that is told, so teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom…"

Kom had figured out about two minutes into the priest's speech that she hadn't the faintest idea what he was talking about. She really did try to concentrate, but religion and faith just weren't her thing. How could one possibly fit all their time and effort into understanding and believing a bunch of things that happened so long ago? It just wasn't practical to her.

That was why she was currently picking at her recently manicured nails as the priest continued saying things she would never understand nor believe, which was perfectly fine with her. She was sitting in the second row of a giant cathedral known as a Catholic Church. She wasn't the only one, though. Countless others; relatives, friends, and people she had never met, filled the rows that inhabited the floor. There were numerous windows with stained-glass masterpieces on each one, and golden chandeliers clung to the ceiling. The ceiling arched upward towards the center to form a dome-shape. Although the place was huge, it held an eerie silence to it. As the priest continued, his words echoed throughout the church, fading like the setting sun.

Kom hated every minute of it.

She didn't belong here, that much she knew for sure. When she had arrived with her siblings earlier that day, she'd taken one look at the giant, worn-out building and knew this wasn't the place for her. All of it's pureness and guidelines made her sick to the stomach, and some way, some how, Kom knew she'd tainted the church as soon as she'd stepped into it. It would never be fully pure again, even if it did "forgive" the negative vibes she was sending. Kom was a sinner, just like everyone else, but the difference between her and everyone else was that she embraced those sins. She never asked for forgiveness, she didn't need anyone's permission and she certainly wasn't looking to please others. No, Kom's philosophy involved one thing and one thing only. Herself.

And that's just the way she liked it.

She wasn't even sure why they were having the funeral at a place like this. Her family didn't have a set religion. They traveled too much and were exposed to too many cultures that by the time she found something that interested her, it would be whisked away. That's why she never clung onto anything for too long. Kom knew that if she did, it would leave her like everything else in her life had.

But, as her father had once said, "Go big or go home," having the funeral at this church now made a bit more sense. Her father had always loved that idiotic phrase, and her mother didn't seem to disagree with it either.

Kom flinched at the thought of her parents. In a short while they were about to be buried ten feet underneath the Earth's crust, one casket on top of the other. Her parents lifeless bodies were to fill the two individual caskets.

Her parents…they were dead.

The worst part of it all, Kom didn't feel a thing.

If you dug deep down into the depths of her soul, one might find that she was secretly guilty to not feel a single thing. Those thoughts would never make it close to the surface though. If they ever would, then that would just show that Kom did have plans that involved people other than herself, and that was breaking her philosophy. She was also pretty sure that she'd start feeling things she hadn't felt in years, and she certainly didn't want those emotions to resurface again. No, she was perfectly content with feeling absolutely nothing.

Of course, she'd never tell anyone her true feelings. Kom would have to act the part of devastated-rich-girl well in order to convince her audience. She'd make a big scene here, cry along with all the others, and once they left her life for good, she would go back to being her normal self. It was only a temporary change. She'd play all these people like a violin, convince them that she would be fine on her own. She had been for the past seven years now. Even when her parents were still alive she still felt like she was on her own, at age ten.

Kom snapped out of her thoughts as Kori, her younger sister, abruptly stood up, causing others to glance at her worryingly. The priest didn't even hesitate as he continued droning on about heaven. Kori had multiple tears streaking down the sides of her face, and she quickly wiped them away with a tissue, only to burst into tears again and send new ones tumbling. Kori had on a silky black dress that reached her knees along with black high heels. Although she was dressed darkly her skin was as radiant as the sun, flawless and tanned. Her fiery, straight red hair was down and cascaded in layers down her back. Her forest green eyes were filled with grief and sorrow as she quickly fled the church, running all the way down the middle aisle and to the exit, where she departed. Whispers and murmurs were heard among the crowd as soon as she left.

Galfore, Kom's Uncle, turned from his seat in front of her so that he was facing her and whispered, "Go see if my little Bumgorf is alright." Kom rolled her eyes and scowled. She despised Galfore almost as much as she despised her little sister. She never addressed him as Uncle because the word held too much authority, and Kom certainly didn't respect or admire the buffoon. He had come up with all of these weird phrases and words when they were kids, and her parents had liked them so much that they had started using them too. Kom thought it would've stopped as they got older, but it never did.

"I'm sure my little sister is perfectly fine," Kom harshly whispered back, careful to choose her words. She didn't want to have another blowup with Galfore, and she certainly didn't want the other people here getting the wrong impressions from her.

"Kom," Galfore warned, giving her a discerning look. She let out a puff of air that blew her bangs up as she stood and walked toward the exit, hoping to find that her sister had left the building entirely so she wouldn't have to deal with her.

Of course she didn't leave, Kom thought to herself as she heard muffled sobs coming from the bathroom. She sauntered over toward the hallway where the bathrooms were located. She was about to enter the women's bathroom when she was sure that she heard crying coming from somewhere else. Kom held her breath as she realized what bathroom Kori had decided to step into. Damn her ADHD and dyslexia, Kom thought to herself as she pondered how she was going to get Kori out of the men's bathroom. She couldn't just leave Kori in there and pretend she didn't find her, then she would have Galfore to answer to and she knew that he would probably stop the whole funeral in order to search for his precious Kori. She also couldn't- no, she wouldn't- walk into a men's bathroom. As these thoughts continued to bicker back and forth inside her mind, an idea suddenly struck her. With a wicked smirk, she straightened her posture and cleared her throat as she stood merely inches away from the door leading to the bathroom Kori was in.

"Kori?" Kom tried to throw in as much sweetness into her voice as she could possibly muster as she gently knocked on the men's bathroom door. This was going to be a real treat. She heard a sniffle come from the other side.

"Sister? Is that you?" Kori innocently asked.

Kom rolled her eyes. Who else would it be? "Yes, it's me," Kom stated. "Dear little sister, what's troubling you?"

Kori paused for several seconds before answering. "It is because...well I-" Kom could hear Kori trying to stifle a sob.

"Yes yes, out with it." Kom was getting impatient as she tapped her foot and crossed her arms.

"I…I miss them sister!" Kori admitted, pouring out her emotions as she began to sob again. This was absolutely rich. Kori was always fun to mess with when she was this vulnerable, wearing her heart like a sleeve.

"I understand Kori, we all miss them," Kom began, "But that doesn't mean you have to make a big scene in front of everyone. Do you think that's what mother and father would've wanted? To see you take away all of their spotlight on the one day that matters most?"

"I, I suppose not..." Kori began.

"Well, the truth is, they wouldn't stand for something like that. You should be ashamed of yourself, crying in here while the funeral is taking place, causing other guests to worry about your well-being. You are an insignificant, pathetic, waste of everyone's time, you know that? Why did you even bother coming to the funeral when you were just going to hog all of the attention?" Kom slyly grinned as Kori sobbed harder. She wasn't quite done yet though.

"Why must you always belittle me?" Kori asked in between her sobs. "Are we not sisters? Should we not cherish each other's company now that mother and father have passed?" Kori choked out, then poured out the last of her thoughts. "Do you not love me, as sisters should love one another?"

"Quite the opposite actually," Kom mused as she turned to walk away. She knew her sister would eventually come out of there after all the guilt she had piled onto her. "I will never love you, I hate you and you will always be my weak, little sister."

One week earlier…

"-Scared the living crap out of me." Kitten finished as her, Angel, Miko, and Kom left the movie theater. Kitten was one of her closest friends, with light blonde hair that reached just below her shoulders and shimmering blue eyes. They had just seen "Prom Nightmare," and Kom was sure it had been the tackiest horror film ever. Her friends had jumped at least ten times throughout the entire movie, but Kom didn't even flinch. It was quite hilarious to watch the main character, an idiotic girl with no brain whatsoever, walk into the closet when everyone in the audience knew the killer was standing on the other side. Now that Kom thought about it, she definitely could've portrayed the role twenty times better than that actress could've. That is, if the script hadn't been so lousy. While Kitten continued to chatter about the "scary" parts, the girls threw their remaining popcorn and empty soda cans away.

"So, what's next ladies?" Miko asked the group.

"I have to go home," Kom stated while picking at her nails.

"What?" Angel asked as she stopped fiddling with her dark blonde hair, not believing the words coming out of Kom's mouth. Kom knew she sounded ridiculous too. She was always the one encouraging bad behavior, and yet here she was, being a little-miss-perfect and actually wanting to get home before curfew.

"I can't have another close encounter with my parents, they think I'm at home in bed," Kom explained. She barely made it through her window last time she snuck out after curfew, and her parents had been merely two steps away from the door.

"Aw c'mon, when'd you start caring about rules and regulations? Why not live a little?" Angel teased, slightly elbowing Kom's arm. She had already made up her mind though. The only time her parents ever seemed to notice her existence was when she did something wrong. It's not like Kom cared about what her parents thought of her, that was Kori's job, it's just that she didn't want to get grounded again. However, once she finally turned eighteen and finished high school, she'd be out of their lives for good. Kom wanted to get away from her family as soon as possible, before their positive personalities started rubbing off on her. Not like that would ever happen, but still, better safe then sorry.

It was strange how similar all of her family members were, yet she was the complete opposite of them. Even their looks were the same. Her father, brother, sister, and Galfore all had red hair and green eyes. The only people who were different were her and her mother, who had dark purple hair and violet eyes. She was pretty sure her mother dyed her hair though, the reason as to why still evaded her. She on the other hand had ebony straight hair and violet eyes. If anything, her looks emphasized the fact that she definitely didn't belong with them.

"We'll see who's 'living tomorrow' when you end up grounded for three weeks," Kom mused with a satisfactory smirk.

"Damn, has your ass-of-a-sister turned you to the dark side?" Kitten inquired, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulders as a group of guys walked by.

"Please, that little bitch has nothing on me," Kom quickly declared, not wanting her friends to lose faith in her.

"Alright, well we'll see you tomorrow Kom. Looks like we've just found us some gazelle to pounce on," Miko slyly stated as she wrapped a piece of her silky brown hair around her index finger, staring off at the boys Kitten had taken interest of. "Watashi-tachi ni koun o inorimasu!"

"English please?" Angel asked as she rolled her eyes to Miko speaking in Japanese, her native language.

"I said, 'wish us luck'!" Miko translated, then whispered, "I've got dibs on the tall one! Kitten, you can have the otaku."

"No way, I saw him first!" Kitten responded with a playful glare, then the two began bickering.

"Later girls!" Kom stated as she began walking towards the parking lot, keeping a mindful eye on her phone's clock.

"Were you kids in bed at a reasonable hour?" Kom's father asked his three children the next morning as he sat at the head of the kitchen table, newspaper in hand. Her family was very wealthy, to the exact amount she wasn't sure, but she knew that they were loaded with cash. She lived in a very expensive house, designer made by some famous architect whose name she couldn't recall. Right now they were living in Los Angeles, California. Kom had to admit that out of all the places her family had moved to, this had to have been one of her favorites. She didn't exactly fit in here, but for once she didn't feel entirely out of place, which was a start. Hell, she had already moved to the top of the food chain at her school. Things were definitely having a nice outcome here. The only problem was that she knew that they were bound to move again, what with her father's business. Tamaran Industries was becoming increasingly popular, to which her father had to keep up with the high demands. She knew it was stupid for her to become attached to a city, but Kom couldn't allow herself to let go of it just yet.

"I believe I fell asleep at ten, right after I completed my project on the nine rotating objects in the sky," Kori stated as she eagerly dug into her breakfast. Kom looked on in disgust as Kori squirted an unreasonable amount of mustard onto her...pancakes.

That's right. Pancakes.

"You mean the planets?" Ryan asked his older sister in between mouthfuls of food.

"Yes! I believe that is the correct term!" Kori exclaimed as she clapped her hands together at the newfound discovery. Kom briefly wore a devious smirk directed towards her sister as she drank her orange juice, then burst out laughing, causing the orange juice to splatter all over Kori's uniform. She let out a yelp in surprise and threw her arms up, looking down at her stained clothes.

"Whoops," Kom pretended to look alarmed at the little "accident" she had caused. "You poor thing. Here, let me give you a hand, sister." She leaned over to give Kori some napkins, to which she knocked over the glass of milk sitting at Kori's side. The milk poured on top of her lap, making Kori squeal as she abruptly stood up from her chair and examined the damages.

"Just out of curiosity, what exactly were you laughing at to begin with?" Ryan asked as he raised an eyebrow in suspicion and pointed his fork towards Kom in an accusing way.

"Well, I just remembered that there are eight planets now, not nine. Pluto isn't considered a planet anymore, and Kori got that wrong, so it made me laugh," Kom responded with an amused grin.

"Kom!" Her father scolded, then stood up from the table to help Kori. "Let's go get you a clean uniform, the laundry should be done by now." He instructed, then glared at Kom. "We'll deal with you later." Then they walked out of the room.

"That really was uncalled for," Ryan stated as he took a bite of his toast.

"Whatever," Kom rolled her eyes. Messing with Kori was always fun to do before school. Now Kom would be in a good mood for the rest of the day. "I was doing her a favor, those uniforms have got to go." Kom hated school, but if she had to get an education, she'd rather it be at a private school than a public one. After all, she didn't want to mingle with people who would probably be working at some fast food joint sometime in the near future. She despised the school's dress code more than anything though. Her plaid skirt reached her knees and she couldn't unbutton her white shirt by more than two buttons. Despite the dress code, she always pulled her skirt up so it was well above the middle of her thigh. She only did this in between classes, but it was enough to grab all of the boys' attention, if she hadn't captured most of their hearts already. Kom wasn't looking for a serious relationship anytime soon, but she'd always have time to…"play" around.

"We all have to wear them, it's a private school genius," Ryan mused as he pointed to his white, button up shirt and navy blue tie for emphasis.

Kom was about to reply, but then her father came back into the room, taking a seat in his original position. Her mother walked in too, grabbing a plate and beginning to pile an assortment of breakfast foods onto the platter.

"Who's driving these monsters?" Kom's father half-jokingly asked as he continued to read his newspaper.

"I will. Nicki's selling coffee at school and I'm going to help her," Kom's mother replied.

Kom peered over at Kori's project, not having taken notice of it before. There were nine perfectly aligned planets, each colored accordingly and labeled on the poster.

"This sucks," Kom muttered her thoughts aloud, earning another glare from her father and a discerning look from her mother. Kom slightly looked over her shoulder to find that Kori was standing there, dressed in a new uniform, with a sad gleam in her eyes.

In truth, Kom was...slightly impressed with Kori's artistic abilities. It was just a simple project, but the way that Kori paid attention to detail made everything look so realistic.

Kom scowled. Why was she thinking this way? She hated her good for nothing sister, and yet here she was, silently praising her work. Kom seriously needed to clear her mind, some fresh air would be nice right about now.

"What Kom meant to say is that…your project 'sucks' because - it's not wrapped properly!'" Her father quickly stated, trying to make Kori feel a little bit better. She sat down and inspected her project, trying to look for the flaws that Kom had spotted.

"Yeah. Besides, it's not like Kom has an artistic bone in her body to begin with," Ryan mused with a satisfactory smirk.

"Drop dead," Kom stated as she glared at her brother. Ryan began to open his mouth again, quickly thinking up another retort.

"Enough," Kom's father silenced the both of them. Ryan clenched his jaw shut and Kom merely let out a sigh. She didn't want to agitate her father anymore when it was so early in the morning. She had caused enough mischief; for now.

Her mother glanced over Kori's shoulder, her eyes slightly widening at the drawing. "That's really good," she stated as she began to inspect the project. "The proportions are perfect…but, are you drawing what you're really seeing? The simplest thing can also be the hardest. To see what's really right in front of you - rather, what's not right in front of you-"

"Okay, well I think I've had my fair share of an art lesson today," Kom sarcastically stated with a wave of her hand. Her mother lightly squeezed Kori's shoulders, then she grabbed a sack lunch and placed it in front of Kom's view. "I don't need a lunch, I can walk across the street with Kitten and the girls," She waved the lunch away, causing her mother to sigh before picking it up and placing it back in the refrigerator.

"Well then, let's get going."

"Hey, so what kind of fun's on for tonight?" Miko asked the group as they strolled through the bustling crowd of students.

"Oh, I am so grounded," Angel sighed as she hugged her binder close to her chest. "Dammit Kom, why must you always be right about everything?"

"Force of habit," Kom smirked as they took a seat at a table outside. The grass looked freshly mown and the trees were carefully clipped to perfection. "How'd it happen?"

"Got busted by my parents sneaking back inside last night." Angel confessed, running a hand through her long hair.

"Damn girl, how'd you manage that?" Miko inquired while taking out a mirror to fix her makeup.

"My dad set the motion detector." Angel stated plainly. Kom almost burst out laughing.

"Motion detector?" Kitten read Kom's thoughts exactly. "Seems like our parents are getting paranoid about us in their old age."

"Mine still trust me," Miko stated with a small, fake smile. The other girls looked back and forth between one another, then burst out laughing all at once. The bell rang, signaling the start to a new day.

Kom already couldn't wait for school to be over.

"Happy unofficial anniversary, darling." Kom's father, Macarius, announced as he tapped his wine glass against his wife's.

"Time sure does fly," Lucienne mused as she took a sip. While it wasn't their official marriage anniversary, today was still an important day nonetheless. Thirty-five years ago, she had met the love of her life who was now her husband, and she couldn't have been happier.

"So Lua, how do you like our use of transportation for the night?" Macarius casually asked. Lucienne's smile broadened at the sound of the nickname her husband had given her. They both despised their names, so they each had given each other a nickname; her being Lua and him being Mya.

"All these years, and I never would've expected you to pull a stunt like that," Lucienne teased. "You went through all that trouble to get a Silver Jaguar for this occasion?"

"Please, it wasn't any trouble at all," Macarius stated with a small grin. "Not when you have the right friends, at least." An old friend and neighbor of his allowed him to borrow the extraordinary car for tonight.

"Mya, you certainly are one in a million," Lucienne thoughtfully remarked as she planted a soft kiss on her husband's cheek. When she pulled back, Macarius acknowledged her beautiful violet eyes. They gleamed like gemstones.

"And you, my dear, certainly are one in a billion."

The screeching of tires could be heard as Miko recklessly drove through the city, Kom and Kitten's laughter echoing throughout the bustling streets. Miko rolled down the window and flipped her middle finger at the Mustang that was far behind them.

"I can't believe we beat those assholes!" Kitten mused as she lit her cigarette. They had just had a playful race with a bunch of "macho" Mustang boys, but Miko was surprisingly an experienced driver when put under pressure, and they had beaten them to a pulp.

"We definitely scored some points for sisterhood tonight ladies!" Miko cheered as she sped down the highway at an alarming rate.

"Here bitch, you could use some lightening up," Kitten remarked as she displayed a cigarette to Kom. Kom snatched the cigarette out of Kitten's hand and lit the end of it, sticking it in her mouth before breathing out a cloud of smoke.

"Too bad Angel couldn't make it," Miko stated as she carefully lit her own cigarette while keeping a mindful eye on the road.

"That bitch?" Kitten asked as she blew out another puff of smoke. "Nah, she'd just ruin all the fun!"

"So what's on for this Friday girls?" Kom asked with an elated expression. That cigarette had really woken her up.

"Well, I heard Grayson's having this killer party at his mansion," Kitten mused with a mischievous smirk. "I'm sure he won't mind if a couple of girls like us show up."

"Oh, he won't mind," Miko reassured with a wave of her hand. "In fact, we'll be his source of…entertainment for the night."

"I like the sound of that," Kitten stated as she made purring noises.

"I'll tell my parents that I'm staying over at your house, okay Miko?" Kom said as she ran a hand through her ebony long hair.

"What?" Miko asked with a surprised expression. "I can't believe you can still work that old scam!"

"What can I say?" Kom stated with a satisfactory smirk. "My parents are just adorably clueless."

The girls chattered the rest of the way to Kom's house about what they would bring to the party on Friday. Kom couldn't wait to wear one of her more revealing outfits to the party. She was going to make sure that Richard Grayson would never not invite them to one of his extravagant parties ever again, along with having one heated night in the playboy's master bedroom. Yes, this weekend was going to be perfect.

"Rest up Kom, it's gonna be one hell of a weekend!" Kitten called out as Kom exited the car. Both Kitten and Miko made annoying cat sounds as the car sped off. Kom let a smirk play on her lips as she threw her cigarette on the ground and crushed it underneath her boot. She then took out one of her expensive perfumes from her purse and sprayed herself accordingly to get rid of the smell the smoke had left on her clothing. Appearing satisfied, she began to make her way toward her street. She had made sure that Miko had dropped her off near the corner of the street so that her parents wouldn't ask questions about her whereabouts. As she approached her designer home, her facial expression shifted drastically as she abruptly stopped walking and froze to the spot.

Two police cars were parked in front of the driveway.

Kom scoffed as she whispered, "So now they call the cops on me." Kom's mind raced as she thought up an excuse in her head as to why she hadn't been home. She could've just called Miko to come back and pick her up, but she didn't want the cops to be there in the morning if she decided to come back. No, she better handle the situation now before it got worse.

Straightening up her posture, she walked the remaining way to her house and reached the front entrance. She put on the best confused expression she could muster as she opened the door.

Once she entered, she quietly shut the door and peered around the room. As she slowly began to make her way through the house, she could faintly hear muffled sobs coming from the living room and a static noise that she assumed was coming from a police officer's radio. When she neared the living room, she saw her sister who was sitting on the couch, looking like a disheveled mess. Kori had her face in her hands, sobbing like there was no tomorrow. Her brother, Ryan, sat next to her, looking like a deer caught in the headlights of a moving vehicle. Kom's confused expression was now what she truly was feeling. Since when did her siblings care this much about her? She hadn't been gone for that long. It was barely eleven o'clock for crying out loud!

Kom cleared her throat, causing her younger siblings to look up from the couch. "Jeez, I'm sorry I'm late. I didn't know you two cared that much about my whereabouts."

"We don't," Ryan plainly stated, his voice sounding flat and emotionless.

Kom let out a sigh of relief. "Good to know. For a minute there I thought I was being pranked." she then lowered her voice to a chilling whisper. "Now which one of you ratted me out and called the cops?"

Kori took in a shaky breath and stated, "We did not commit the 'ratting out' that you speak of."

Kom placed her hands on her hips. "Oh really? Well then, why are the cops here in the first place? Did mom or dad-"

Kom was cut off as Kori let out a wail and pressed her hands against her face again, tears falling from her face at an alarming rate. Kom looked slightly taken aback at Kori's behavior.

Just then, two policemen walked in from the kitchen. They both appeared to be in their 30's, one with dark skin and a shaved head, the other with a pale complexion and brown, wavy hair.

"Are you Kom Anders?" The police officer with brown hair asked.

"Yeah, I'm Kom," Kom slowly stated as she looked back and forth between the police officers. "And whatever they said to you, I'm not missing. I just…went out."

The policemen exchanged glances with one another, then the one with the shaved head took a step forward. "The name's Officer Harris, and this," he motioned toward the other policeman, "Is Deputy Lewis. Kom, you may want to take a seat."

Kom obeyed and lowered herself into the armchair that was nearby. What on earth was going on around here? If they weren't here because of Kom, then why were they here at all? Kom's confidence slowly began to slip away; her appearance no longer held her usual arrogance and superiority. For once in her life, Kom was feeling...concerned.

Her voice took on a chilling tone as she asked the question in a soft whisper, "Where are my parents?"

"Kom, your parents were in a car accident," Officer Harris stated in a low voice. "And they…they didn't make it."

Present day…

"I think Ryan Anders would like to come up and say something," The priest announced as he motioned for Ryan to step forward. Kom watched as her brother, eyes bloodshot and cheeks stained with tears, stood up from his seat and made his way to the podium. He looked so different from the first time they found out the news that their parents had died. He had appeared so distant then, almost robotic-like, but now he acted just like Kori; weak.

"I- I just-" he stammered, "-I just…just wanna say...I…" he didn't finish his sentence as he choked back a sob. Two people stood up and began to make their way to Ryan's side; one was a woman who had brown hair with dirty blonde streaks and green eyes, the other was a man who looked very peculiar. He had a muscular build, a pale complexion, and a youthful face. That wasn't what made him appear odd though. What caused Kom to stare was the fact that the man had white hair despite looking so young, along facial hair to match, and he wore an eyepatch over his right eye. His visible eye was a piercing blue color that appeared shrouded in mystery. The woman embraced Ryan in a comforting hug while the man gently squeezed his shoulder, then stepped up to the podium himself.

"I didn't work with Macarius or Lucienne personally," The man started with a monotonous voice, "Or see them everyday, but I knew them both for around ten years. I'm sure that if they could hear all this…well, Lucienne would do her dismissive little giggle, you know the one." He paused as the corners of his mouth tilted up ever so slightly. "And Macarius would mutter something incoherent and appear unaffected, when on the inside he would be smiling." The crowd chuckled a little bit at that.

"They would just hate to be remembered as anything but ordinary," The man continued, a soft gleam in his visible eye. The crowd appeared to be holding their breath, waiting for the man's next words to spark hope into their hearts. "Which is exactly what they were...anything but ordinary."

His voice lowered as he spoke. "But they will live on. Through their children, and in all our hearts." With that, he stepped down from the podium and gently clasped his hand with the woman's, who gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. Ryan let go of the woman and slowly made his way back to his seat, as did the couple.

Kom sat in the kitchen of her house, all alone as the other people who had attended her parents' funeral mingled in the living room. She peered over slightly to see a mysterious man shaking hands with the man and woman who had calmed Ryan down earlier that day. She still couldn't make any sense out of who they were or why they did such a thing. She couldn't help but feel something sickening in the pit of her stomach when concerning those people. Maybe it was the eyepatch or that icy blue eye that troubled her so much. Or maybe it was the fact that he appeared so young even though he had white hair. How did one get like that anyways?

The sound of footsteps shook Kom out of her thoughts as the man who had been talking with the couple moments before took a seat in front of her at the dining room table. Now taking a closer look at the man, Kom noted that his face was youthful, appearing to be in his mid-twenties. His hair was bleach-blonde in color, and quite long as well. His fluorescent eyes were an enchanting shade of blue. If the man had gotten a haircut, Kom might've found him to be the tiniest bit attractive.

"Are you Kom Anders?" he asked as he held his hand out for her to shake. The way he spoke was smooth and eloquent. Kom also detected an accent in his tone of voice. "The name's Rorek. Rorek Nol. Feel free to call me by whatever suits you more." he hovered his hand in the air, but Kom idly glanced at it. After Rorek figured out that he wasn't going to get a handshake out of Kom, he slowly put his hand in his lap. "I'm so sorry to hear about your losses."

Kom glanced at Rorek. He appeared sincere and concerned, which meant that he might've been some long-lost family relative that Kom didn't know about. "Forgive me for asking," Kom carefully started, "But how did you know my parents?"

"I'm your...was," Rorek corrected himself, "Your parents estate lawyer." So Rorek didn't have any family ties to Kom. That was good. She didn't have to act like the mopey, saddened teenage-girl she had been when conversing with all her other relatives. Something odd struck Kom's thoughts though. Her parents were never really the type to plan ahead, they were always the kind to "live in the moment," so to speak. Why would they think about the what if's in life? Why would they make wills?

"An estate lawyer, huh?" Kom asked as her saddened-teenage-girl facade dropped. "You seem pretty young to be working in that kind of business. What are you, 24?"

"25, actually," Rorek remarked as a smirk lifted his features. "And yes, I do realize that given my age, it may strike some people as odd for me to be in this type of business. I graduated early from high school, and therefore received a head start in college."

Kom wore a look of pure desire as she realized what "estate lawyer" truly meant. "So, you're the one that gets to keep ahold of my parents' riches and wealth."

"Well, until you turn eighteen and decide what to do with it, that is correct." The lawyer stated. "However, I was instructed to have separate bank accounts for you and your siblings, that way the money gets divided evenly amongst the three of you." Kom almost slammed her fist onto the table. She was seventeen now and the oldest, why couldn't she decide what she wanted to do with all of the inheritance? Kori was sixteen, barely one year behind her, yet had the mindset of a seven year old who definitely didn't deserve any amount of wealth. Ryan was fourteen, but once he got older he'd probably spend his part of the wealth on useless things, like college.

One thing was for sure though; she was gonna coax this pretty-boy into giving her all of the wealth, even if it meant having to take drastic measures. She really didn't want to have to rely on extremities, but if she had to sleep with the man in order to take full control of the inheritance, so be it.

"I helped your parents plan their wills," Rorek continued, "What it is they wanted to do with their money and…well, the most important issue right now, is who's going to be taking care of you and your siblings."

Kom looked up at him. "What? I just kind of assumed that we'd be living with Galfore."

"Actually, it seems that your parents didn't want Galfore to take custody of you," the lawyer stated matter-of-factly. Kom's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Galfore practically lived here, what with him only living a block away. He often tutored Kori with her homework after school and visited on the weekends. Kom knew for a fact that both of her parents had no problems with Galfore. Kom wasn't complaining, but now she wondered who would take custody of them.

"I assume you know the Wilsons, correct?" Rorek asked as he motioned behind him to the couple Kom had been thinking about ever since the funeral ended.

"No way," Kom whispered under her breath. "They're taking custody of us?"

"So, I assume you remember them," Rorek smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"No, not at all actually," Kom mused with a slightly curious look. "Why, should I know them?"

"Well, they were your next-door neighbors when you were very young," Rorek explained to her. "And after a great deal of consideration, your parents chose them to take custody of you and your siblings."

Kom tried to process his words. She was going to be living with the Wilsons? Not Galfore? She wasn't sure if she should be ecstatic or horrified. While living with Galfore would be a real pain, she could put up with him until she turned eighteen. She had no idea who these people were and besides, that man looked downright creepy.

"Does this mean we're moving?" Kom suddenly asked. "You know, to wherever the Wilsons live?"

"You'd be correct," Rorek confirmed her question. "They have this breathtakingly beautiful house in Jump City. The city's still in-state. It's about a two hour drive from here."

Kom suddenly felt dysfunctional, a displeasing look appearing on her face. She was moving? What about Kitten and the girls? What about this lovely city that she had just gotten accustomed to?

Kom let out a groan in frustration. Rorek, appearing concerned, slowly spoke. "I know it's a lot to take in, but trust me when I say that there's more than enough money for you and your siblings for the rest of your lives." Kom wanted to groan again. She already knew that her parents were loaded. What she needed to figure out was how she could keep that load all to herself.

"Well then obviously you don't know Kori," Kom mused with a satisfied expression. "She'll probably spend the entire inheritance on mustard."

The lawyer wore a mildly perplexed expression, his eyebrow quirking upward in amusement. After a brief moment, he reached into his suit and pulled out his wallet. "Allow me to give you one of my cards. I'm not anticipating any trouble, but if you have any concerns, any problems, give me a call. I'm an estate lawyer, but I'm also what they call a trust lawyer." Rorek leaned forward as he spoke, a certain gleam in his eyes. "And Kom, I want to be someone you can trust." Well, this was moving along quite smoothly. Slowly but surely, Kom would weasel her way into pretty-boy's life and take what was rightfully hers one way or another.

A question aroused Kom from her thoughts. "What are their names?" she demanded to the lawyer. She knew that she would never call them Mr. and Mrs. Wilson.

"Their names?" the lawyer asked in incertitude.

"Yes, their names," Kom persisted, her tolerance level decreasing quickly.

"Ah," Rorek stated as he realized what Kom was asking. "Their names are Slade and Adeline Wilson."

Slade and Adeline Wilson, Kom mused to herself, You're in for a rude awakening. Come time to live with you, and I'm going to make your lives a living hell.

That, you can count on.

Author's Note: Well, that was extremely long :P If you're confused as to who's who, allow me to offer you some guidance related to the cartoon/comics:

-Kom: Blackfire (the oldest out of the three siblings)

-Kori: Starfire (the middle child)

-Ryan: Wildfire (the youngest sibling)

-Macarius: Myand'r (Kom's father)

-Lucienne: Luand'r (Kom's mother)

-Miko: Nya-Nya (this was that girl Beast Boy liked in the movie "Teen Titans: Trouble In Tokyo" who kept calling him "otaku." To any native Japanese-speakers out there, I'm sorry if what I typed in didn't make any sense. I used Google Translate, which isn't always accurate.)

If you're familiar with the movie, "The Glass House," then you'll find that some key elements are very similar. I'm using the film as a guideline to create my own story in a Teen Titan's universe. Yes, I realize that the beginning is very similar to the film, but as the story progresses, you might be surprised with what I change.

Any who, there you go! Feel free to favorite and follow so you can see when the next update comes!

-TheBeatles141

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