Vengeance Blade
A Teen Titans FanFic
Based on J.T. Blade's and Terra's Journals

By: The Almighty J.T. Blade (Or just J.T., whichever sounds better)
Note 1: I do not own the Teen Titans, but I do own J.T. Blade
Note 2: This story is rated PG-13 for violence, language and possible sexual themes

J.T.'s Journal: June 22 to 27

HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING READING MY JOURNAL! CUT IT OUT!

June 22nd

9:24 A.M.

Hey there journal. J.T. here again. Today is just one of those days. I woke up at five this morning and made everyone breakfast (It was my turn, so I had no choice). Beast Boy didn't want any because I used real milk in the pancakes instead of that powdered milk stuff. Other than Cyborg, everyone really liked my cooking. I think they were just being nice because I'm really the worst cook of anyone I know. For some reason, Terra and Raven said they really liked my cooking. They said it was better than what Starfire makes. I can't really blame them. I wouldn't feed Starfire's cooking to someone in a third-world country. Oh great, the alarm just started ringing. Will write more after I whomp some bad guy butt.

10:01 A.M.

Wow, almost a half an hour. This one took a while. Some guys were trying to rob the bank, just like some idiot does every week. There were four robbers. Robin and Starfire got one of them, Beast Boy and Raven took out another one, Cyborg and Shockwave slaughtered another one, so that left the last one for me and Terra. Like normally, the bad guys were about as annoying as a hangnail. One of them fired at me, but I easily countered that with a blast of fire. Sheesh, could the bad guys be at least a little tougher? Sometimes I think I'm going to have to get weaker just so these guys will be a challenge. Anyhow, I'll write more later. I feel like schoolin' Cyborg, Beast Boy and Shockwave on the racecourse. Ever since we got that four-player adaptor, I've been kicking more butts in cyberspace, too.

9:47 P.M.

What a day. With all the training we had to put in today, I feel like I just got hit by a semi-truck. Terra was spotting me again today, which I really liked. Terra was smiling the whole time, which made me feel really warm. It's like she was cheering me on without saying anything. One thing that's always bugging me is why Raven and Starfire don't do any physical training. Starfire I can see why she doesn't because of her alien strength, but Raven? I hope she doesn't read this, but she's got no upper body strength. Cyborg and Beast Boy were egging her on to bench press any amount of weight and she could barely lift the bar! I think Raven focuses too much on her mental powers and not on her physical abilities. Fortunately, I'm physical enough for most of the team. I mean I can't bench press buses like Cyborg or Starfire, but I do pretty well. Ok, so I cheat by using a strength-increasing ability every now and again. Big hairy fucking deal. I'm hammered. I'm calling it a night for now.

June 23

5:14 P.M.

I don't believe it! The alarm hasn't rang all day! Maybe those morons we always have to fight finally decided to pack it in. Oh great, the alarm is ringing. Some people never learn.

7:33 P.M.

Geez are bad guys stupid. Mumbo thought he was going to get away. Good thing he didn't expect Terra and Raven. Yet again, we were victorious. It used to be fun obliterating these dopes, but now it's a snore. I think I'll sit the next one out and catch up on my reading and reply to some e-mails. But right now it's time for dinner. I'll write some more tomorrow.

June 24

6:30 A.M.

Yawn! Another beautiful day. Oh wait, it's raining. Either way, it's really lame. Starfire's cooking breakfast, so I'd better get a bicarbonate of soda ready.

7 A.M.

Man, I thought I was talking to God after breakfast! Starfire's cooking nearly made me pass out! But then again, she doesn't know how to make earth food. All she really knows how to make is that stuff on Tamaran. And boy is it disgusting. At first I thought I was eating mold, fungus, sweat socks, assorted used underwear and a side dish of vomit, five kinds of ass and some assorted, all-purpose bad-tasting stuff. After that meal, I need a shower. Will write more later.

12 Noon

Hello again. Robin's been throwing our combat practice into triple overdrive. I feel like I'm gonna fall apart. Wouldn't you know that I got stuck with Raven for a workout partner today? I was bench pressing when I was starting to run out of strength around 40 reps. Raven and I couldn't lift the bar! Thank goodness Terra came over and helped me. Sometimes I think she's more like a guardian angel, the way she looks out for me. The only thing I can do to repay her is defend her in battle. Who says chivalry is dead? Not me. Oh great, the alarm has started ringing. Got to go.

June 27

2:37 A.M.

Where am I? My head is killing me. Sorry I haven't written in over two days, but I've been out cold. Where do I begin? Frick, my head is throbbing. Well, I guess I'll start with what happened two days ago.

As you know, I signed off when the alarm rang at about noon on the 24th. Seems some guy was slashing things up downtown. That's right, slashing. This guy was like me, he was a sword bearer. I finally found someone I could have a little fun with. I told the others to stay back. He was a real warrior and not a criminal. You see, I am a warrior. And where I learned my skills, there are five rival dojos. My master, Master Cheng, was a sword master, the highest rank. At the moment, I'm a sword bearer, the third rank of five. The ranks are sword user, sword apprentice, sword bearer, sword fighter and sword master. It is the destiny of other sword warriors to find and fight other sword warriors. Anyway, this guy went by the name of Tenchousa. He carried a katana, whereas I bear more or less a smaller claymore. "Are you J.T. Blade?" he called out to me. Of course I replied that I am. "It is our destiny to fight," he said to me. I said to him, "then what are we waiting for? Have at thee!" He charged at me holding his sword backwards! I thought 'what is this guy thinking?' He tried to slash me. I ducked under his attack, but a few hairs fell off my head. That suddenly reminded me I needed a haircut. Anyhow, he was remarkably skilled. I asked him who is master was. He replied "Tsarigi." I knew that name as soon as he said it. He was my master's lifelong adversary! Suddenly, this guy started attacking like crazy! I kept blocking and blocking, but he just kept coming. So I decided to cut the sissy stuff and start attacking myself! I threw a massive attack and cut his blade in two! I knew the guy could still fight, so I stayed on my guard. He kept coming at me with his damaged blade and got in way too close. I thought he was going to slash my ear off! But just then, he pulled a trick on me! I dodged to the left, and then the broken half of his sword came at me! He got me right across the left eye! I held my eye in unimaginable pain, thinking he was going to kill me. Just then, he sheathed his sword! "This battle is over," he said. I was completely stunned. "If I am going to defeat you, I want you to be at one hundred percent. I expect a rematch by the next full moon. That is within the next thirty days. I expect you to challenge me by July 26. If you do not challenge me by then, I will assume your forfeit. I shall take residence in the old stadium. And when next we meet, come in your full battle gear and not your armor only. I bid you farewell." That's all I remember. I feel like pure shit. Nothing but shit. I'm going to go to sleep. Will write more when I get something to eat. Or when my head stops hurting, whichever occurs first.