Yodle my unnamed readers, guess who's back! Yup, the moocher!
Anyway, you see I was originally planning on having this story being a oneshot, but my wonderful friend LadyShadow77 didn't place it as such. Now, I was just going to have her change it to complete, but my mind was changed by something. That something, was Juniper Night.
You see, I have always loved reading her stories, since her story Classic and Could You Say That In English Please; in fact, she was the reason I decided to write a story on Raven's background in the first place!
Seriously, read her stories! They're AMAZING!
She told me that my story was good, and to not sell myself short. And I thought, hey, if an awesome writer like her thinks my stuff is good, and is willing to read more, I might as well provide some more material.
So thanks Juniper; it's an honor to have you review my story.
So without further ado, here is more of my story stuff that you may or may not want to read!
Oh wait; first-
To keep the lawyers happy; I don't own Teen Titans. Losers will never own Teen Titans, and given my current occupation (L.O.S.E.R- Lefty Optically Silent Elephant Runt), I will never own Teen Titans.
Humans really annoyed Raven sometimes. Why? Well, there were a lot of reasons. One of said reasons happened to be their rather cruel process of labeling. The words they used to put people down, like jock, geek, goth, emo, loser, freak, etc. It was rather unnecessary, in her opinion. Who cared what people looked or acted like, as long as they weren't hurting, breaking, or killing anything? And scrutinizing clothes; what was the point? How was what someone else was wearing important to you?
Which brings us to her current problem. The problem itself was one of the most horrible plagues on Earth that Raven had yet to encounter; shallow teenage girls with nothing to do.
These particular infectants (a blond and a brunette, she noted) showed their symptoms with bright nail polish, short skirts, bubble gum that they kept popping over and over again, and they seemed to find something incredible amusing with the ground by Raven. Or, should we say, the shoes Raven was wearing.
"I can't believe that she would think those were like, actual footwear," the blond said, her pink gum going off with a pop.
"I know, she's like, so uncool," the brunette chirped in Follower fashion, clearly showing that she was under secondary infection. Raven tried not to gag. They weren't even doing a good job of picking on her; out of all the things they could've picked one, they chose her boots? It wasn't helping their already low first impression.
"Seriously, what trash bin did she get those from?"
"Yeah, so gross." Raven felt her grip on her tea cup tighten.
"If you're going to actually be in public, you should at least have shoes that don't look like blue barf."
"Yeah, it's just so, like, nasty."
Raven released her hold on the cup, and very slowly turned to face them, halting the two girls in their tracks.
"I have gray skin, purple hair, a red gem in my forehead, a blue cape, a leotard, a gold belt, and the best you can do is make fun of my shoes?" The girls were now beginning to shrink in their seats, and Raven fought back a malicious grin. "Well if you have nothing else to say, I guess it's my turn now."
Two minutes later, Raven found herself very satisfied as the two girls fled the cafe, and settled back into her booth with her tea. She didn't even mind that it had gone cold.
However, the sudden burst of maliciousness was something to be concerned about. Her Father wasn't coming through, was he? No, she hadn't felt His presence at all, not even that little pressure in the back of her head when He was watching her. Then, where had it come from? She couldn't even remember a time when she had acted like that before. Perhaps it had something to do with that unplanned skirmish with the Gordanians two days ago, and those four individuals she had met? Maybe. . .
"Azar, can we hide?"
"Hide?" Azar's face frowned in confusion, and Raven nodded.
"She's coming, and I don't want to make her sad again."
". . ." Understanding flashed in her teacher's eyes. "Alright. Here, we'll wait for her to pass behind this wall, okay?"
Nodding, the child and religious leader ducked behind the wall just as a figure in white passed by, a flash of purple hidden in her hood. Raven held back a shudder at the pure sorrow that the figure held, and was shaking by the time she had passed.
"She was still sad," she spoke softly. "Why is she always sad, Azar?"
"Arella," her teacher paused to find the right words. "Has been through much. She's suffered through many bad things, most of which she blames herself for. Arella, simply is lost in her own pain."
"She can't find her way?" Azar shook her head.
"No. However. . ." The woman paused, unsure of how much she should tell the child. Raven waited in patience silent, and after making eye contact Azar let out a sigh. "It was not always like this."
"It wasn't?" Azar knelt down on one knee so she was at eye level with her pupil.
"No. Many years ago, that sad woman was a young girl by the name of Angela, and had a fiery wit, and just as fiery a temper. She could cut down the most intelligent monk here in one short sentence, and wasn't afraid to stand up for herself." Azar gave her a small smile; a rare reward, though Raven had yet to find out what she had done to receive one.
"She was quite the interesting teen, your mother."
That had been the first time Arella had been referred to as her mother. That had also been the last. Raven frowned under her hood. Was it possible that what she had done was related to Arella? And if so, wouldn't that make it a human reaction?
Well, Raven thought to herself. I do need to keep some sort of contact with my human self, right?
And so, fighting a smirk all the way, Raven stood up with her untouched tea mug and walked over to another girl (a red-head this time) that had been eying her belt with disgust for quite some time now.
Tada! This has been presented, shown, viewed, or whatever verb you wish to call it! I hope you enjoyed this installment of my now saga! If not, give me flames so I may reenact the Fire of Rome (I have my fiddle ready and everything)!
And I'd like to thank LadyShadow77 for letting me mooch off of her internet, and once again to Juniper Night!
READ HER STORIES. READ THEM.
And so, please wait patiently (or in dread) for the next installment of Welcome To Jump.
Also, if there is a certain scenario in which you want to see Raven in, put it in your review and let me know! I'd be happy to write requests!
Yodle!
