So yeah! Chapter 2! :)
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March 11, 2010- Commonroom 7:00 A.M.
Robin yawned and cracked his neck, walking into the Commonroom with a smile on his face. As he stepped down the carpeted stairs, he froze, looking at the kitchen. Beast Boy sat at the counter in his black pajamas, a plastic cup of water in his hand. "Beast Boy?" Robin queried. When the green changeling refused to respond, Robin walked up to him. "Are you okay?" He asked, placing a gloved hand on Beast Boy's shoulder, wrinkling the fabric of his pajamas. At the contact, Beast Boy jumped and turned, facing Robin with wide, green eyes.
"Huh?" He asked, dumbfounded. As if he just realized where he was, Beast Boy's eyes spanned the room and landed on Robin.
Removing his hand, Robin asked, "You alright? You're never up this early unless it's Christmas or you got a new game." Robin walked around the island and towards the fridge.
"I'm fine," Beast Boy replied, shrugging. "Just couldn't sleep. It was noisy."
Robin raised an eyebrow as he took out his ham and eggs breakfast. "Really?" He wondered, "I didn't hear anything." Looking over at the hazy Beast Boy, Robin shrugged. "I guess you have stronger hearing than me." Beast Boy slowly nodded, staring at something in the distance. Robin noticed the dark circles under the changeling's eyes and waited for him to respond. Robin placed his food on the counter and rested both hands on the graphite island. When Beast Boy remained silent, Robin sighed and said softly, "Why don't you go back to bed, Beast Boy? You can just skip training for today." Beast Boy once again nodded his head and stood up, knocking over his plastic cup and looking at the water on the counter.
"Sorry..." He muttered drowsily.
Robin smiled, "It's fine, I got it." Beast Boy smiled softly, although his grin lacked its normal glimmer. Robin watched as Beast Boy trudged toward the door, his head low. Once the doors swooshed closed behind him, Robin raised an eyebrow and grabbed a handful of paper towels. After he wiped up the water, Robin turned the paper towel over, noticing a red speck "What the hell?" He queried in a whisper. "Probably just tomato or something..." Robin shrugged as he tossed the towel away.
"Mornin', Robin," Cyborg's cheerful voice filled the room. He walked down the stairs and toward the couch, grabbing the remote and flipping on the news. "What was up with B? I saw him walk to his room looking like death," Cyborg explained as he began preparing waffle mix.
Continuing to scramble the eggs, Robin replied, "I don't really know. He was here before me. He said he couldn't sleep, because it was noisy, but I didn't hear anything."
"Well, B's half animal. His hearing is stronger," Cyborg pointed out.
Robin nodded, "Yeah, that's what I thought, too. I told him to go back to bed and just skip training today."
"It was that bad?" Cyborg asked.
Robin sighed. "Yeah. Maybe Raven can-,"
"Maybe I can what?" Raven interrupted as she floated across the kitchen and toward the tea cabinet.
Cyborg smirked, "Good morning to you, too. I was just sayin' that B's kind of tired and couldn't seep because of noise. Is there any sort of spell or something-,"
"To block out sound? Yes," Raven replied, preparing a kettle of water. "I'll go and place it on his room after I finish my tea."
March 11, 2010- Beast Boy's Room 7:25 A.M.
Raven floated down the hallway, her mouth in a hard line. He is such a kid. Why can't he just wear earmuffs... or something? What sound was there anyway? I didn't hear a thing. As she made it to Beast Boy's door, she paused. At first, she thought it was her mind playing tricks on her. But, one couldn't mistake the growing moans from inside Beast Boy's room. "Awesome," Raven deadpanned, figuring what she had heard was an intimate moment. The Empath hesitated for a moment before raising her fist and knocking on Beast Boy's door. She let her hood fall as she heard the noises grow louder and louder before completely stopping when Beast Boy's door slid open.
"What the-," Raven stopped herself. She raised an eyebrow and pointed inside his room. "I thought that I heard something... Is someone in there?"
Beast Boy turned, gesturing to his surprisingly clean room. "Nope," He shrugged, "Just me. Did you need something, Raven?"
"Robin sent me here because you said you heard some noises last night," Raven explained, "So, I'm going to place a spell that will just make outside noises lower. Maybe I can do something about the noises in here, too..."
Beast Boy tilted his head to the side. "Huh?"
"Nothing," Raven shook her head. The two stood there, staring at each other for an awkward moment. Finally breaking the silence, Raven asked harshly, "So, are you going to let me in?"
Nodding, Beast Boy stepped aside, "Sorry. Come on in." Raven walked past the tired boy and into the room. Beast Boy let the door slide close and he watched Raven inspect his room. "Do you need me to do anything different to the room or something? For the spell?"
"No," Raven replied simply. "I'm just looking. You're not as messy as I thought you were."
Smirking, Beast Boy laughed, "Thanks."
"You're welcome," Raven nodded. "Alright. Let me get this right, so don't talk." Beast Boy nodded and watched her closely. Raven faced the door, eyes closed and hands out like wings. She began to whisper things in another language. Her eyes opened, now black with magic. A beam of the black aura shot from her eyes, enveloping the walls of the room. A moment went by and it stopped. Raven closed her eyes and opened them, violet again.
Raven turned to see Beast Boy watching her, amused. "Wow," he muttered.
"Well," Raven said, "There you go. I hope you rest well." Beast Boy smiled softly and watched Raven leave, the door shutting behind her.
March 12, 2010- Beast Boy's Room- 3:00 A.M.
Beast Boy's eyes opened and he gasped, letting go of a breath he didn't know he was holding. Sitting up on the top bunk in his bedroom, he wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead. Sighing, he rubbed his temples and shut his eyes. As he felt his pulse relax, he breathed in deeply, coughing at the air that burned his throat. Beast Boy opened his eyes and sniffed the air. Eyes widening, Beast Boy whispered, "Smoke..." Jumping off his bunk bed and landing on the floor, Beast Boy opened the door of his room and stuck his head out into the hallway. The air was clean.
"What the hell?" He muttered. Leaning back so that his whole body was in his room, Beast Boy turned and crossed his arms. He sniffed the air again, following the scent to underneath his bed. Raising an eyebrow, Beast Boy crouched and lifted the blanket, looking at the darkness. Suddenly, he felt something on his hand. Screeching, Beast Boy jumped back, waving his hand and sending the small, black spider into the air. "Oh," he whispered. "Oops." Beast Boy sighed and stood up, looking around his room. The smell finally stopped and he rubbed his eye. Pain forced him to cringe, however, and pull his hand away. He felt his eye and turned, turning on the light and running over to his mirror. He gasped, staring at his reflection. His left eye was badly bruised, a dark half moon forming over his green skin. Jaw dropping, Beast Boy lifted a hand, feeling his eye. He paused once more, seeing marks on his arm. Stretching it out and staring at his right forearm, he frowned at the handprint-like bruise.
Looking up at his battered reflection, he muttered, "What's wrong with me?"
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