Author's Notes: I've decided to start a fanfiction of all the little ficlets and drabbles about the Teen Titans that drift around in my mind. There are so many of them that come and go. It's nice to be able to write them down. All the stories here aren't going to be related to each other unless I say they are. I hope you enjoy them. Most of them are going to be short (seeing as they are ficlets) as the ones that are longer would probably be one-shots that I post on their own.
Pairings: If there are pairings in these ficlets, they are going to be BB/Rae, Rob/Star, Cy/Bee, Cy/Jinx, or KF/Jinx. Maybe I'll write a few ficlets with triangles. Who knows what will drift around in my mind? I know I certainly don't.
I'm rating this collection of ficlets T just in case I write anything gory.
This ficlet was inspired by me thinking of whatever happened to that chicken that BB won for Raven in 'Sisters'. Here's my story of what happened to it. Italics symbolize flashbacks.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans.
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Chicken
I stared at the chicken sitting in front of me on my bed. The chicken stared back with its black eyes. I don't even know why I decided to keep it. It wasn't exactly pretty and it stood out with my dark furnishing. I don't like cute things and this definitely didn't classify as adorable in my eyes. Still something had made me come back and take it once the battle with those aliens was done.
It was overstuffed and fat. It was obviously meant for some small child who would love to cuddle into it. It was white while the rest of my room was dark. Its face annoyed me as it continued to stare at me. For Azar's sake, it was a stuffed animal! And yet, I didn't get rid of it. I even came back for it. What was I thinking? Why would I want this? What in my mind had got me to take it home?
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I landed down on the deserted carnival grounds. Everyone had run home once those strange aliens had come. They were gone now, mission failed. I walked by the empty stands and the carnival rides. To my surprise, a lonely chicken lay on the ground in front of a stand. I walked over to it. Surely, this wasn't the same one. It was. I had dropped it and no one had picked it up. Surely, a little child would've picked it up as soon as their eyes spotted it. Apparentally, not. I hesitated, wondering whether to pick it up or not.
Finally I picked it up in my arms. It's large and I have to use both arms to hold it. Where would I even put it? It wouldn't blend in with my room. I don't have any room for it. Worse, what if someone saw it? They would question me endlessly about the chicken. Or they would taunt me about keeping a fat chicken in my room. Still, something in me refused to drop the chicken. No matter how much I wanted to hear it hit the ground, my arms didn't let go.
It was only a bit dusty on the bottom where it had hit the ground. Other than that, it looked exactly like it had when he hadhanded it to me. I glared at the chicken and it stared back, unaware of the death I was wishing on it. Why couldn't I desert a stupid toy? Whatever was wrong with me, I took it home with me.
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Now, I was here with it sitting in front of me. I had cleaned it off, brushing away all the dirt that had soiled its white feathers. Now, it sat entirely clean on my bed. What was I going to do with it? I didn't want anyone to see it if they dared enter my room, but I didn't want to throw it out. I could put it somewhere. Finally I decided on a course of action that worked.
I hid it. I placed the chicken deep into the recesses of my closet. It now sat behind the multitude of blue cloaks. I took a few steps back, looking at it carefully. I couldn't see a single piece of that chicken. Unless anyone intruded into my closet and pushed all the cloaks out of the way, this chicken would go unnoticed. Despite myself, I smiled a bit and pushed aside the cloaks to see the chicken one last time before I would go to bed.
As I stared into its black eyes, I realized why I had kept it. No, I wasn't suddenly a chicken lover. Neither did I think it was cute. I still thought of it as an overstuffed, stupid chicken. I kept it because it brought back memories. Even if I hadn't shown appreciation for the ridiculous chicken, it reminded me of someone. I kept it. I kept it because of him.
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Author's Notes: That was fun to write. I'd appreciate a review to say what you thought. Tell me whatever you think, but I would prefer no flames. I'll definitely write more ficlets as they enter my mind. Until then, good-bye.
Twilight Phantom Dragon
