Disclaimer:

Ok, this chapter focuses more on the two centered in the prologue, I do not own Teen Titans for they belong to their respective owners and original characters are mine.

Also, I plan to revive my old deviantart account and show illustrations of those in this fanfic and maybe a promotional comic or two. I don't speak Spanish although my native tongue has derived some of it's words from Spanish just like English. I use a translator so feel free to correct if you feel like it.

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Lost Polarity – It's Complicated

"I don't know, Rivel… this city's nice and all but... I don't think I've been here before." He said to his companion between zips. He was the one being described in the first prologue an addition to his gear was that he wore a black bandana with flares and a hi-tech watch. Strangely enough he was the only one in the group with a chronometer of any kind.

Rivel was around twenty-one years old, second youngest of the group without a doubt. He was bald and wearing the usual biker's outfit, that's all you need to know.

The place they stopped at was nice, contrary to the usual view of pubs being packed with shady personnel, drunks, lonely souls and brawlers, this pub had an air of sophisticated tech. Contrary to furnished wood and the scent of alcohol all around the place there was metal, synthetics, screens and gears all around, even the bartender was a robot. Still it was rather strange; the group of eight practically had the place all to themselves.

Four of them, including the leader claimed the territory around the biggest circular table, using it for their card games. The other two were stationed right in front of the mechanical bartender slowly intoxicating themselves. The last remaining two were in a separate table having their own discussion.

"You sure? You can't stay with us forever you know." Rivel replied, suddenly taking note that his companion, the youngest of their group held in his hand a different type of drink. It was amazing that the bar sells that kind of beverage.

The younger realized this, suddenly monitoring the place of what their other companions held in their hands or placed on their space, gibberish random voices as well as happy laughs and a few swears from around them were heard. He smirked before going back to their conversation in an attempt to change the topic. "I'm too young for alcohol, besides you're never too old for chocolate."

On the other table, one very thin-framed biker stood up and then threw his cards on the table; it was probably one of the worst possible hand or a huge disappointment in the end of expectations in their card game. The others laughed and hollered.

"And you don't see any problem driving a salvaged bike you repaired yourself?" Rivel butted in with a raised eyebrow.

"Hey, I'm a biker. I'm supposed to break the rules... and I'm gifted."

A strange look from Rivel followed. Laughing inside due to his companion's sense of logic he stated "You're still just a kid after all. Yup, just a lost gifted kid."

Relief entered the younger one's mind as he succeeded in changing where their talk was going, or so he thought.

Rivel continued "but that's just it Bobby. You're still just a kid and you still need--"

"I know, I know…" he turned his head towards outside, through the window. "…you've given me a sermon about that countless times already. I just want to be here with you guys." His tone changed during that last part.

The bar door suddenly opened with a bang, a hooded character slowly entered the scene and all was silent. Two of their companions stood up and left the card table leaving their leader alone. He clasped both hands and firmly planted his elbows on the table before positioning his mouth by his clamped hands and giving him an air of evil.

"You should get some sleep; you'll need it for what we're planning." Said Rivel which made the younger one nod in agreement.

Bobby whispered as the figure walked closer to their leader, not even a hint of wavering prowess from both sides. "And it begins again…" Once more he stared outside and with a sigh witnessed the first drop of snow.

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North Star Academy's Dormitory A, 7 o'clock in the morning. Things remained as it was since last night. Nothing changed in his room even himself. He remained in that position on his bed ever since he woke up from that dream. Staring at the ceiling, it was as if his mind would never return from wandering off. The blizzard outside hadn't registered in his brain either, and that he was freezing but then, his body wanted to move and warm up

But his mind wouldn't even budge a thought. It was strange enough though that his mind allowed him to take peaks on the clock in uneven intervals and then back again to the ceiling.

His mind was like a broken record that played that part of his dream and past again and again ever since he woke up. And the replays just keep on getting worse. Memories are inconsistent for you can never actually remember every bit of detail as it was when things happened. When you try to remember they either become more detailed, or lesser, pleasant or more dreadful and the exceptions to that concept are those with photographic memories or so. This is why his recap of that explosion became more and more painful to bear and yet...

knock

Slightly he flinched from that sound and in a way he was thankful for the outside help. Three more knocks were heard and he complained. "Ok, ok wait a minuto." For he already had a mild assumption on who was on the other side of the door.

Yes, three years in a prestigious school helped him gain the ability to talk English semi-fluently.

He rolled and then stood up from his bed, not even caring to tidy up himself or his hair. He though to himself "Man, It's too early for any visitors… it's only…!!!" he looked back once more at the wall clock. It was 8:11 "¿qué?" Time passes by when you're mentally tormenting yourself.

He opened the door, a snowball mercilessly made impact with his face, he fell on his behind. Why didn't he see it coming?

"Good morning Rainer!" exclaimed the feminine voice owned by the one who threw the frozen clump of water. The snow on his face broke apart and fell down on his carpeted floor piece by piece; he began to wipe the vapor from his face. "Alex…" He was already in a foul mood and that deed was the last straw. He still had enough patience to control his anger.

Alexia Stronghold, friends call her Alex. Currently his best friend and known for her countless attempts of assaulting everybody at least once with practical jokes. Shoulder length brown hair, that day, she wore a pair of elephant jeans and a fur coat due to their current weather.

She chuckled happily before continuing "Well, going straight to the point since we're all leaving for the winter break…"

"Go on." Rainer sarcastically supported her as he attempted to stand himself up from his position.

"And none of us can technically leave right now due to the snowstorm so--" Her words were rushed probably due to excitement. It was amazing that she couldn't notice that her best friend had woken on the wrong side of the bed.

He got the point to his friend's words. "usted desea al party or something?"

Alex smiled. "If you just said what I think you did then yes. Good, now I'll start making the cake right after I tell everyone."

"Actually I feel like… doing nothing today." His mood was down and the word cake wasn't even capable of lifting it up. Everybody loves cake, it just matters what kind of cake.

Rainer noticed something; there was a huge garbage can behind Alexia. Contrary to its usual use the garbage can behind here was filled with fresh snow to the brim. A sweat drop appeared on his forehead. Was she planning to pound everyone with snow?

"Oh come on, I didn't hit you that hard!" Proclaimed a disappointed Alex

Rainer raised his right hand and began to rub the back of his head "It's not that… I just don't feel like it."

More or less, Alex had a heard a modified story of his past a long time ago. Some might have called it telepathy but Alex understood. It was mutual. "You… should try to cheer up."

She reached out her arms and gave a shocked Rainer a big hug, she suddenly let go a moment later. "Get out of that puppy themed PJs and just don't do anything to hurry yourself more. Ok, Rainer, see you later!!" and the door was banged shut giving Rainer a slight second to register what his friend had said and done.

A slight blush here and there before he snapped out of it. They're friends. He walked to his bed and sat at its end trying to get himself together. For now, it's back to business as usual. For the sake of this and that I'll put his thoughts in English. "Ok, that blizzard just cancelled the last day of school so… last night was a complete waste of time… there's a party later and… guess I'll start packing…"

He shifted his body and lifted his mattress from under him, there was an object hidden under there, he took it before letting go of the weight. The object was circular in shape; yellow and black color schemed and was referred to as a communicator by a group of young superheroes around the world. He twisted a small knob to the left then to the right, repeating the process with different arc lengths one more time before he activated the communicator.

"¿Hola? ¿Titans East, puede cualquier persona oírme?" silence came after.

It wasn't for a few more minutes before someone replied his call. "This is Titans East HQ. Menos, is that you? Shouldn't you be in class right now?"

"Sí. ¿Sr. Speedy es Abejorro allí?" he asked urgently.

"What?"

Rainer forgot that his old teammate couldn't understand Spanish. "-sigh- Is Ms. Bumblebee there?"

"Oh. Yeah, she's here but maybe a little busy. I'll try and patch you through, can you wait for a while?"

"Si." The sound of static followed that reply. It was same old, same old. He should start getting dressed; bathing just seemed to be somewhat out of the question that day.

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8:30 AM… what's taking so long?

A quick shower was taken along with the hygienically necessary rituals.

8:40 AM

She finally picked up a few minutes ago.

Now for the past minute he's been trying to clothe himself with that red sweater he got last Christmas yet he was stomped when he couldn't fit his head through the opening for the head and neck. One last pull and then there, the struggle with his clothing was finally over. The good part in that was that it somehow took his mind of being blue.

"I see, so you sure about that Menos?"

"Si, school's cancelled today so our last day will probably be moved to tomorrow. I guess I'll be going back to the tower a day later or so. It depends on the storm Ms. Bumblebee." Rainer said through the communicator left turned on on the bed while he was searching for his slippers.

"It's for the best..." Bumblebee replied.

Aaaaaaaaahhh!! – A yell echoed through the dormitory.

"What was that??"

"I think that was Alex—I'll talk to you later Ms. Bumblebee. Menos Out." Rainer ran out of his room, almost forgetting to turn his communicator off and the door was forced open in worry for his friend. The scream came from downstairs, its morning and a snow day where could she be? Probably baking that cake she stated. He deduced that he should quickly make way to the kitchen as he ran down the stairs. Many other boarders whom were around their age group had already been making their way down.

The kitchen was located in the first floor; it was directly connected to the living room which was where the stairs dropped to and the kitchen also held the door to the apartment's garden which was supposedly snowed in… The kitchen was piled. Pots and pans towered around the sink area, the breakfast table was colonized with ingredients for pastries like flour, eggs and other stuff some just didn't care to know about. The garden door was wide open, allowing snow and the harsh winds to enter the warm safety of their dormitory which scattered some of the light weight materials mentioned earlier on the ground.

Alex was fuming, a handful of spectators had gathered and all were more or less confused and nervous as to what the commotion was about. Rainer was as well in the same situation of thought.

Nobody noticed a silhouette of a person ran up the stairs.

The current head of the dorm, a 20 year-old graduating student spoke up right after putting the pieces together. "By the looks of things, I think somebody successfully tried to break in here. I don't know whether it was a thief or one of you guys but…" he paused for a minute. "If it was a desperate someone trying to find shelter from the storm…"

"I'll tear him to pieces!!" yelled Alex, cutting the head's speech. She ran to the living room in a fit in search of the perpetrator.

"But what about the cake!?" argued the head but, it was too late. He diverted his gaze to the door causing the cold draft and made his way there. "And there's this mess…" he kicked off some snow to ease some effort and finally closed the door.

For some reason the spectators suddenly disappeared leaving puffs of dust in their wake, Rainer was unfortunate to not get the reason why they did so. The head suddenly noticed him and the two suddenly became super deformed.

"Alright Rainer!! I'll leave you here in charge of cleaning up this mess!!" He patted Rainer's enlarged head before doing an imitation of what the others did.

Rainer was left with an annoying choir. "Apenas mi suerte…" but he was used to it. He walked to a side of the room by the fridge and grabbed a broom, he should get started.

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Alex was still fuming mad, she had left nothing to pass ever since she started to search for the one responsible for messing her kitchen. She noticed something while she was walking around the second floor hall; Rainer had left his door open. She entered, thinking that Rainer wouldn't mind that she entered his room and was about to prepare her search. She noticed the communicator on the bed and examined it and then dropped it back again. She suddenly remembered that she left the ingredients for the cake, the cake! And she instantly tried to run back downstairs but something grabbed her by the mouth. It was a palm that covered it and fear took her.

It was muffled. "Rainer? No…" Her captor had black hair, mentioned earlier in this chapter as Bobby, the biker. Now how did he get there?

"Hush. I'm not going to hurt you. I just need you not to yell…" Bobby said in an urgent manner.

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And that ends the first chapter of "Lost Polarity". I don't know if Mas y Menos actually have an official secret identity so I just made Rainer up. Chapter two will come in maybe a few days.