Author's Notes: No I didn't forget a chapter. It will get a little confusing from here on in, but trust me. It will make sense eventually.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Teen Titans, -sniffle sniffle-
Chapter 3: In the Rain
Kid Flash wasn't feeling good. Scratch that, he felt awful. The front that had just come through was killing his sinuses and he'd been having trouble sleeping for the past two nights. Kid Flash was also having another slight dilemma. He couldn't remember anything from the past two weeks, and along the same lines, he'd had small black holes in other memories, like someone had come through his mind with a sharpie and covered over the things they didn't want him to see.
The slight drizzle making streets to slippery to run on at super-speed without risk of slipping and falling head long into moving traffic. Kid Flash snorted. He could just see the papers the next day: HEADLINE: KID FLASH SLIPS AND GETS KILLED BY A SPEEDING HUMMER! HE'S SUCH AN IDIOT FOR RUNNING ON WET STREETS! LET'S ALL LAUGH AT HIS COLD, DEAD, MANGLED BODY! HA HA!
No, Kid Flash was not having a good day. He ran back to his apartment and put his street clothes over a now dry uniform. Even though it was around midnight, he was hungry. Kid Flash trotted around to where he knew there was an inn. They had a nice little deli/bar out front. The sandwiches there were amazing. The cooks knew the exact amount of mustard needed to keep the sandwich from being too dry. Plus, it was all for one relatively low price.
Kid Flash stepped into the small deli and sat at a small table in the back corner of the room. He ordered a sandwich and some hot tea. Although it seemed like a very Raven-ish thing to do, hot tea was perfect for cold, drizzly days. He waited for his dinner, staring blankly at a crack in the table. After a few minutes, a waitress came with a cup of steaming tea and a large sandwich. Kid Flash picked his food up and absent mindedly began to munch.
Suddenly, the door to the deli opened. Kid Flash's eyes barely left his tea, but after hearing several whistles from some of the slightly older patrons (20+, -cough- perverts –cough-) he let his eyes stray to the door. A girl long pink hair and florescent, cat-like eyes stepped into the small café. Her hair was down and waste length. Kid Flash briefly remembered chatting with her at a Walgreen's while they were waiting in line. They hadn't gotten much past their names. She was wearing a khaki skirt and a white sweater, a purple scarf was wrapped around her shoulders. The girl walked into the place and headed for the back corner. Kid Flash's eyes went back to his tea. He listened the chair behind him scraped out and the slight squeak as the chair was scooted back under the table.
"What would you like Miss?" said the creaky voice of the old man who ran the deli.
"Just some ice tea."
"Right away, Miss."
A few minutes later the old man returned with the ice-tea.
"Thank you."
When he had gone back behind the counter, she took a sip of her tea and sighed.
Kid Flash peeled his eyes away from the small ripples in his Earl Grey and watched the other men in the pub. He smiled slightly as he saw that 90 percent of the men were blushing. At that moment, Kid Flash wasn't interested in flirting. He was tired. He was grumpy. He had holes in his memory and all in all he had had one freaking bad day.
But apparently the world was not satisfied with the misery he had already been bestowed. It had to add more.
Two of the men who were sitting at the bar in the tavern had a quick whispered conversation and stood. They swaggered over to the girl holding a large bottle of brandy.
"Hey, girlie, you wanna pour our drinks, and maybe entertain us? How bout you and us back at our apartment?" They leered down at the girl. Kid Flash could feel a vein pulsing rather insistently in his temple. The pink haired girl just looked at them rather blankly. She went back for another sip of her iced tea, unaware of the fact that while she wasn't looking they had slipped something in it.
"Stop messing with the girl, lowlifes."
"WHO SAID THAT?! WHO DARE CALL US 'LOWLIVES?'" one of the men shouted whirling with his fist raised, ready to strike. His eyes widened in disbelief as his fist was caught mid blow. He looked at what had stopped his fist, and to his amazement saw a teenage boy with vibrant crimson hair. He struggled trying to push his fist through the red-head's grip, but to no avail. The man's friend looked in astonishment. There was no way this boy should be able to hold a fully grown street-fighter back with just one hand.
"I did, lowlife. Now leave this poor girl alone before some of your icky old dude germs touch her. Get out now." Kid Flash was pissed. These men had disturbed his little self-pity party. Well, it took about thirty seconds to get rid of the bozos, that was about thirty seconds of his life he'd never get back. Once the men had run out, he snorted.
"I'm sorry, it appears I caused a disturbance," he said with a small smile as he put a five down on his table and walked out. He didn't notice the girl staring after his back, an unreadable expression on her face.
Kid Flash walked out of the building, and zoomed into an alley where he took off his civilian clothes revealing his fabulous yellow and red costume that made him resemble a bottle of mustard.
He ran through the streets even though they were still wet and it was still raining. He just needed the wind in his hair to set his mind free. Unfortunately, once again reality thought that giving him a few moments peace was too kind.
An explosion to his left drew his attention. Kid Flash sighed dejectedly and ran over.
"Captain Koala, look. I'm tired, I'n grumpy, and I'm just not in the mood to kick your butt again. Could you just turn yourself in and save me the hassle?" Kid Flash said, suppressing a yawn. In response, Captain 'Koala' hurled a few more explosive boomerangs at Kid Flash.
It barely took any time for Kid Flash to zip around and hit Captain Boomerang hard in the stomach so that the wind was knocked out of him. While wheezing for breath, the captain looked up with a mad gleam in his eyes and pulled out two concealed boomerangs, one filed so that it was like a spinning knife blade and the other a heavy duty explosive.
He threw them both at Kid Flash, one after the other. The teen just barely managed to redirect the boomerang so that it exploded high in the air, flaming debris falling to the ground and fizzling out in puddles or being snuffed by light autumn shower. Unfortunately, Kid Flash had been to preoccupied by the explosive to focus on the edged boomerang. At the last nanosecond he dodged, moving his head so it wouldn't be cleanly cut off. The boomerang embedded itself in the building behind him. Captain Boomerang had already passed out and fallen onto the asphalt street. Kid Flash touched his face; the mask had been ripped cleanly off.
Suddenly, a gentle voice, soft as the scent of roses, cut through the steady patter of the rain.
"Wally?"
Aha ha ha ha! I told you it was based on the Rurouni Kenshin Trust and Betrayal!
If you've read RuroKen volume 19 (very end) you'll recognize it. If not, THEN THIS IS A COMPLETELY ORGINAL IDEA! I DID NOT BASE MY FIC ON ANY MANGA I HAVE BEEN OBSESSED WITH SINCE I WAS AN ITTY BITTY!
Gomen nasai, I felt like pulling you peoples' legs.
Actually, technically at the end of the Tsuiku hen, Tomoe (who Jinx is sorta being) gets killed. Should I kill Jinx off? Or should I give Jinx and Wally a happily ever after? Or should I kill Wally off? Just kidding about KF, but what about Jinx? R&R