by: FiendisHSerapH
Part One: Suspicions
"Ugh." That's the only word I heard myself say while I regained sanity from my momentous fall.
"Next time don't dare, or you'll receive better whipping than that, Beast Boy." the monotonous voice that seemed to be too bored of her life boomed in my ears, with the sound of my name holding so much contempt. I looked up and saw her purple cape flow behind her in a gown-like manner. It hit me; she was the cause of my downfall... literally. Raven, our silent yet strong group member. I tried to stand up but I felt yet another moan escape my mouth.
Never thought she would be sensitive about it... only about it.
"This is the first time you've angered Raven like that, B." Cyborg approached me and lifted me up slightly. I clung onto him while I replaced my footing.
"What's wrong with her lately?" Starfire followed the path Raven had taken for departure with her eyes upon entering the scene.
"OH!" she gased as she saw the remnants of the phone in its powdered form on the steel floor. "Great, now I won't be able to chat with Danielle anymore..." she grumped in an instant. She cared more for making new friends than me. How saddening.
"I dunno..." I mumbled while shrugging, chasing that thought away. "But she's weird today."
"She has been weird, no need to question that." Cyborg slashed in. "Come on, we know you do." he added.
"Besides, she rarely gets angry. She does only when there's a tremendous thing to be angry about." Starfire once again expressed in her polite language, which I find very interesting to learn.
"Enter her room? Is it something to be tremendously angry about?" I cut her off, leaving question marks on their faces.
And as I've expected, both of them acquired my patented shrug.
"Oh yeah, she's so defensive about it." Cyborg incomprehensively blabbered after chewing a huge bite of pizza a few times. Of course, you would question our manners, but for heroes like us on the go, it really doesn't receive much weight of notice.
"I remember one time," Star began while lightly tapping her cheeks with her finger, "I wanted to join her in her meditation, but she just locked me off." She paused then noticed, "Cyborg, you're littering. It's such an inhuman act."
"He is a cyborg, not a human." I reasoned, and that sent Star's mind into an ellipsis.
"I am a cyborg alight, but I'm a half-man. Remember that!" Angered, he just reverted to his pigging out mode. Heh, I really like playing around with them and practising good jokes. But it doesn't always stay like that.
"Do you think she has a problem?" I muttered out, looking down on the still untouched pizza on my platter. I found my voice quivering, and that made them indirectly curious.
"Like we could know," They objected, "She rarely talks about herself and her whereabouts." Cyborg paused, "Better ask Star. And geesh, why do you look so serious all of a sudden? You're scaring me, y'know."
"I unminded his words and settled my sight up on a thinking Star.
"Um... she tells me nothing, and that's what I am so willing to know." she said that kind of timidly. She's cute when she drums her digits against each other like that.
Instantly, the door opened, and the devil appeared.
"Oh... h-h-hi Raven." I felt Star's nervousness through her greeting. "Want some... pizza?"
"No, thanks." Her dark pools hid behind those quite long eyelashes. Pretty if you ask me. She plopped down beside me... and said nothing, as always.
"Um..." I fiddled with the straw of my drink, "Raven, I am so... so... sorry for what happened earli---"
"Robin's coming." She declared as if we're dying to know, but we can't deny that he is. The door opened at that instant and,
"Hi guys." Our leader's friendly greeting sliced in, "Enjoying yourselves well, huh?"
"We ordered some while you're out." Star supplied, "Here, have some... oh." She offered but soon realized that there's only one slice left. My eyes set on Cyborg who gave out a slight burp. Indeed, he's inhuman, more inhuman than a beast.
"Sorry, Robin. We'll just order one more."
"No need. That's okay." He answered while placing the slice on a platter. To our surprise, he pushed it toward Raven's side of the table. The olive-skinned girl looked up, dark almond-shaped eyes innocently staring at our leader's form and small narrow lips partly open. A rare expression, in short terms.
"Here, have it." Robin's expression grew soft so suddenly. A smile popped up from nowhere and rested on his face. There's something in here, I sensed. True enough, Star already closed her eyes, trying eagerly not to get berserk over the scene. The time's not right anyway, so she should.
"I'm not hungry." she pushed her chair away from the table to make some space and stood up. "Eat it 'cause you need it. I should go back on my meditation." With that stated, she turned and walked away. NO, she ran away. Another rare move from our always hushed fellow Titan.
"She just stayed out for about three minutes, right?" Cyborg blinked and pouted in wonder.
"Hmm... what's wrong with her?" Robin blurted out the question whose answer we have been trying to figure out.
"Turning away from one's friendly offer is unethical." Star grumped but her eyes tell me the amount of jealousy locked up in her heart. She's as easy to read as a children's storybook.
Well as for me, I doubt if I am easy to read, for no one tried to read and comprehend me anyway.
"Hey, B. What's up?"
Robin's warm voice made me turn back from the scenery atop the tower, the greenery who became one with me in my solitude.
"Hmm, it's nothing much, really." I turned back and bowed. Though I wanted to tell him a part of it very much, my heart stops me from doing so... yet my mind dictates the opposite.
"That look is no nothing, B," He placed a comforting hand on my narrow shoulder, "What are Titans for?"
Hes right upon saying that. They have been there for me and I have regarded them as my brothers and sisters. But this time, I am beginning to treat one of them differently, more than that.
"Robin... what do you think of... Starfire?" I muttered.
"Huh?" He raised an eyebrow in wonder. He might have thought that I like Star. Hmm, probably. Can be but no, I don't.
"I mean... I formulated my next step. This is hard, "Have you ever felt like you want someone to appreciate you very much and yet she doesn't?" I spat it out, thank goodness.
"Hmm." was all he could reply. Perhaps he doesn't experience it yet, but Starfire? I mean, they are great and they fit together. Does this mean he has no feelings for her?
"Love talk, B?," His mouth formed a one-sided smirk before continuing, "Yes, I did, and I still do up till now."
WHAT? Does this mean we have the same experience?
"What happened?"
"Who's that girl, may I ask?" he interrogated. I don't want to tell him so I supplied silence on my part.
"I get you. I understand," He said moments later upon knowing what it meant, "Yes I do, but of course I won't tell you who she is."
"Is it Star by any chance?" I motioned my guess. No reply. That served as a no. Star's heart will break if she knew this, and I can't take it. I don't know; I just can't watch pretty girls cry.
"Thanks, Rob." I blurted instantly and involuntarily. I just have to.
"Thanks? I haven't done anything yet to help you out." Robin raised another brow upon that.
"Thanks for letting me know that I am not alone."
The moon presented her face on us. With that, I braced an arm on him. I think this is the very first time I confided myself to a leader who seemed so unfeasible but isn't.
"No prob." He replied as he returned the brace with an additional pat. There we stood... and it felt good.
"Whose turn is it for the dishes today?" Cyborg hollered.
"I know it's my turn today." I mumbled under my breath as I headed to the sink. I looked around again. Starfire's all too buys with decoreating recycled tin cans. She had her place beside the couch, concentrating very hard on what colored beads would go with a sky blue can. Raven, as always, was there, absorbed very well on her two-inch thick and eight-inch wide hardbound book of spells. She seemed to have a world of her own and her face totally eclipsed by the brown cover.
I leaned back on my work. Tch, washing dishes is tiring. Though I want to be a dog while washing it to save time and dishwashing liquid, I can't because they'll kill me if I do. The door closed; Cyborg went out to amuse himself over the arcades. Funny he took some enthusiasm on it compared a month ago, and his craze was lead by yours truly.
As I poured out some liquid I came to recall what happened. Two weeks have passed after Raven practically threw me out of the tower because of wanting to enter her room but the bruise on my butt still hadn't healed. It's still hard for me to sit. Everything in our lives is quite, especially now that there's not much criminal activity going on. Daily lives went on smoothly, but what made it rough for me is thinking too much on why Raven disappears very frequently even on eating, movie and arcade time. She doesn't need meditation anymore as I perceive, for she's already mighty and powerful... but I really wonder why she's also skipping meals to do it non-stop. I am worried, but no one can read it. If only she could take time and read me just the way she does on that book of spells, then everything could have been all right by now.
"I'm going to shop for groceries, guys. We're running out of stock. Who wants to tag along?" Robin enetered the very quiet and domestic Titan scene with his cool demeanor. No one heard him, it seemed to me.
"All is busy." I replied for all, but I heard a dropping of something and...
"I can come." Raven's offer was followed a moment later by the sound of a fallen can. It hurt Star as I saw it from afar, but it hurt me too, to tell her frankly.
Robin stood there, thinking, then stated, "Right then, let's go."
"WAIT!" Composed or trying hard to look like one, Star called, "Raven, I-I think it's about time for you meditation... hour."
"That could wait." She interrupted Star's speech as she turned away, "Let's go, Robin."
The door closed behind them, leaving two people behind... two people secretly torn and ignored.
Water gushed and cans fell.
I'd cut it off here, for I need to see your comments about it guys as to whether you like it or not. The continuation depends on your perceptions, so better keep on sending. No flames, please. I hate receiving those.