Dun, dun... revised!

Fake Left, Break Right

By Socially Suicidal

Disclaimer:I do not own Teen Titans.

Chapter Seven: Cloudy Intentions

"Hey Jewel," the mechanical voice whispered next to her ear, "I was hoping to see you again." A gloved hand moved up to the raven on her neck and hand across its smooth surface. "Perfect."

The intellectual teen looked down at the dirty ground, gasping at the reflection shown. Behind her was a very familiar mask. It was the mask was once worn by her best friend and leader himself. The mask shaped like a skull with a scarlet X crossing it.

"Red X!"

"Were you expecting someone else?" The mechanical voice teased, shifting his arms as if he was cradling her, instead of restraining the movements of his current empathic captive. Although, one of her emotions (probably one of the less favored ones) observed, the way his body wrapped around her form seemed more like a blanket than the suffocating restriction of the grip the thief had on her the last time she encountered him.

Struggling, obviously, Raven hissed, "I wasn't so sure… Release me, asshole." The crude empath had a usually short fuse that was becoming shorter and shorter with each passing moment she spent in the company of a male with an overly inflated ego. She seemed to be in the habit of doing such infuriating things as of recently.

And what really pissed her off was Robin; he could have at least told her the guy who gave her the beautiful pendant was a con! A con he created and they fought none the less.

She heard a mechanic chuckle, followed by his voice, "Oh please, Rae, you had no idea." Red X seemed to be so casual, as if he had touched her a million times. Few touch her, less are allowed to, and even less live after doing so.

"I was about to before you- what did you just call me?" She suddenly went stiff, totally rigid in his hold. What was the current count of arrogant sons of bitches that had taken to calling her that ridiculous nickname? What was the death toll? She believed it to be three.

"Rae?" A rough fabric nuzzled her neck as his mouth closed the distance to her ear, "Does it bother you?"

That was it. The line had been drawn, crossed, blackened, ripped, then the metaphorical piece of paper crumpled up and thrown away. Eyes glowing white, hands engulfed in black, and black tendrils dancing around her feet, the very pissed off sorceress growled, "Azarath Metrion Zinthos!"

Red X was sent flying towards the wall. He was surprised and had no time to catch himself or press that nifty little button on his belt. After crashing through boxes and finally hitting the wall, he said, with a cough, "Can I take that as a yes?"

Snorting, Raven countered, "Can you take a hint?" Her eyes never lessened in the dangerous color, nor did the black energy around her hands or feet lessen.

X stood and jumped on top of rather high stacked boxes. Lifting his head in a cocky manner, Red X replied rather smoothly, his mechanic voice made him sound all the more smug, "I can."

Smirking at his taking of her bait, Raven responded, "Well okay then, hint one!" A tendril shot up at him, while another shot from the ground toward the underside of the boxes, unbeknownst to X. Knowing hand to hand against Red X was defiantly not an option, she surmised long distance surprise attacks were best.

Snorting, X lowered himself preparing to jump, "Really, Rae, you think you can get me that way?"

"Hn, you make a good point." The tendril coming toward him faded, resulting in him relaxing. Raven was sure in three seconds the smirk, which was definitely under his mask, would be wiped clean on the face which she had no idea looked like.

Wood cracked and flew as the tendril of black energy shot into them from below. X was taken again by surprise and he went flying into the air, "Hint two!" Yet another tendril shot out and wrapped around his feet. An uncontrolled tendril ripped his mask only a bit as Raven's emotions fluctuated momentarily. Turning to get a better control with her arm extended, Raven attempted to slam him against the wall. It back fired as Red X shot an X shaped grappling hook toward her that wrapped around her and took her with him.

Gasping as they both were slammed into the wooden wall, Raven tried to gather herself for attack. She managed to land on her feet, only wobbling a bit, after hitting the wall. Coughing, she spun around to find X gone.

The cloak wearing teen was then crashed against the wall from behind. Red X turned her around to face him, where his mask was ripped on the bottom, revealing his mouth and his chin, and a bit on the top, where black hair spiked out, from the stray tendril that had ripped the fabric. "Hint three…" He whispered; probably in the sweetest voice she's ever heard him speak in with only those two words. His breathing was a bit heavy, not unlike hers. Preparing herself for a punch in the face or maybe another sticky X across her mouth, Raven was totally taken with shock when X lent toward her and something warm pressed against her normally cold lips.

It took her a moment to realize what was going on. He was kissing her? She was being kissed by a con? She was, in general, being kissed? Her logical mind could not wrap itself around what seemed to be so simple yet held so much complexity. She, the gothic, creepy Titan, never approached in such a human manner - maybe somewhat with Robin and his jesting - but never as much as Red X dared to go.

Wide amethyst eyes stared in shock into the white, void eyes of the skull mask. Her empathy picked up more emotions than the indifferent mask portrayed, reminding her that the guy under the mask - no the asshole under the mask - was indeed human and skyrocketing her own uncontrollable emotions. Some boxes shook, then blew up with black tendrils thrashing about the room.

The strange, foreign feeling was interrupted as crashing and voices were heard outside the dock warehouse, forcing X to pull away.

"I'd love to stay and chat with Chuckles," the name X used for Robin when he was in more of a less serious mood, "but I have to run. You'll send him my apologies, won't you," Along with the mechanical voice, his arrogance returned, "Jewel."

With that word her senses smacked her in the face and she shot her black energy at him. He dodged, landing atop a still whole box just as Robin broke through the door that had boxes smashed into it, blocking it. With amusement, X addressed the empath, who was now livid with black tendrils dancing around her once more, "That's my girl!"

"X!" Robin shouted, and X turned toward him.

"Wow, you really are a Sherlock Chuckles! Too bad I can't sit around drinking tea with you; I already got what I wanted. Better luck next time, Captain." his head turned to Raven, "Bye Jewel," he then nodded towards Robin and the Titans, "Chuckles."

The elusive con vanished just before he would had been hit with black energy, and a bird-a-rang.

Several boxes in the warehouse blew up as Raven struggled to contain her emotions. She growled, willing to obtain control. After she had accomplished her goal of control, which took a few seconds, she pulled her hood up and faced her team.

"Raven, what the hell happened?" Cyborg asked, eyeing the blown up boxes scattered in the warehouse. "This place looks like a tornado hit!"

"Yes friend Raven, it is disastrous! And did you make those rips in his mask?" The innocent alien chimed.

"God damn son of a…" Raven mumbled, talking to no one but herself.

"Dude…!" BB yelled, covering Starfire's ears, "Innocent ears here!"

"Beastboy…" Raven snarled threateningly, "Shut the fuck up."

"Oh, she bites!" The green teen was then blasted through the wooden roof and off to some unknown location… An unknown location which served meat by the bucket full and vegetarian was as foreign as a French guy in Tokyo… Raven was not only a sadist, a pissed off sadist who had just been pushed over the edge by a string bean.

"DUDE…!"

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