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Title: For Number One
Chapter: 9: Just
A/N: Wow! I can't believe it! Nine chapters! XD Once I hit ten, I'm gonna celebrate, who will celebrate with me? I must say, I was a little bit disappointed because I didn't get reviews from some of the people I had expected, but I still got seven wonderful reviews and I was still inspired to write this.
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The dark shadow waited three in the am to finally sneak out, gliding slowly over darkened objects while she cursed the Boy Wonder for only going to bed at such an ungodly hour. Three am was, after all, witching hour. Being a half demon, alone, roaming the streets on witching hour might just be the dumbest idea she ever had. Scratch that, it was definitely the dumbest idea ever.
Don't misinterpret, our Raven is a sensible person, and her first thought after finishing Zavier's letter a fourth time, could only be one of the following:
'He has gone off the deep end.'
'He's messing with my head again.'
'Holy shit… This is insane…'
Now C could quite possibly be her first thought, because as ridiculous as it may be to have such a fate reside in her path, she trusted the familiarly confident Zavier, with his box shaped glasses and carelessly ruffled hair. Besides, she also came to realize that being a half demon was next to unbelievable on this planet. So yes, it could be very possible that she and the two she held dear were in fact part of some great design cursed upon their souls three hundred years ago… But the fact that his soul went through three hundred years… Waiting for her… Searching for her?
Raven shook her head in confusion and finally realized how wrapped up in thought she was, for she only just realized after walking three city blocks… That she could teleport.
'Get it together, Raven…'She felt herself go cold and restless as her body took on the form of her soul. Another rush ran through her as she dissolved into a plane of nothing and was abruptly thrown into another location… All this in a mere matter of two seconds, and she stood in front of Misses Abby's library, the well-known abandoned warehouses on her left of the horizon. She walked into the alley and shoved the door open with accustomed effort.
She strolled into complete darkness and again her common sense dawned on her. It was 3:00 am. Misses Abby probably had gone home to bed and Zavier, well, how long could his damned soul wait for her?
"But he said he would be waiting…"
She mumbled to herself, taking a few more steps into the darkness before walking into a hard chest. Hard, yet comforting. Comforting and so, so familiar.
"And I am," He breathed in a low voice, steadying her by the shoulders before lightly taking her hand and walking easily through the cluttered library. He felt her pull closer to him as they walked in the dark, the sensational warmth triggering memories he had forgotten. His breath quickened slightly, and upon taking notice, she clasped her hand tighter in his, and silently questioned whether or not he was well. For even though she had chosen to believe him, there was the slight chance that he was ill… Or going insane, even if she hoped with all her heart that it was not so.
'He is not insane. He is not insane… I trust him.' 'After only knowing him for a little over a week?'
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Robin had trouble sleeping that night, of course he did. Upon interruption from finally telling her how he felt, he had lost all confidence and was only pulled further in the ground by over hearing the conversation with the tiny old woman at the library.
They had rode home in utter silence, and he only mentally choked over and over trying to work up the courage to try again. Imagine that, a hero like Robin, confident, cocky Robin, losing confidence in something he was so absolutely sure he felt… It was pathetic… So not like Robin… But love did that to people. It still does that to people.
But he had felt her, too. The bond worked both ways, obviously. He knew only that she misunderstood his anger and was angry with him. Confession and anger aren't exactly a great mix. Especially with how large a step he wished to take. Friends to lovers. How out of place for tight-and-narrow Boy Wonder to adjust to. But that was what love did to people.
'I'm supposed to feel out of place… I'm supposed to be unsure and never more sure ever in my life… I love the feeling and I loathe it all at the same time…'
These odd thoughts ran through his head over and over as he paced the living room floor, too distracted to notice Raven silently waiting in a corner for him to go to sleep.
A strange thing, love is.
o0Zavier0o
A strange thing, love is. As I see the black soul of a raven appear in the window, my mind tells me to go to the door but my body shifts in strange places and the next thing I know, I'm hiding behind one of the stacks in the 'Teen Series" section. I see her face.
I see her worry. Already, I feel myself filled with guilt, but my body is paralyzed by her seductive silhouette. Her violet eyes caught the pale glow of the moon and there was Raven. Raven without sarcasm and without stubborn façade's to cover her angelic face. I saw Raven, concerned, loving, and… Afraid.
And then she spoke, so fragile and timorous, "But he said he would be waiting…"
Would you have been able to stay away any longer? I pushed myself up and found her in the darkness of the pallid moonlight, my heart skipping a single beat as she collided with me. Her chest against my diaphragm and her head to my shoulder, I reached out to her after telling her so many things, with three more simple words, "And I am."
'I always have been…'I took her hand and we started toward the basement, my breath quickening with the fear of tonight's events. A greater fear of her reaction jumped out at me as clear as the glow on her skin at that moment. Her abrupt nearness triggered memories I had buried into the depths of my mental capacity and I felt like my head was split in half, but she held my hand tighter. I felt her consideration more than I saw it.
I regained composure and led her down the stairs to the basement, striding across the room with familiarity and swiftly switching on the lights.
Her face was more beautiful than ever before, I must admit. I don't remember ever seeing it like this… And yet somehow I remember several other incidents in several places I do not recognize… Where it was in fact familiar.
Her eyes intensified by the weight of her every thought for me… And for him. The light in her eyes touched her skin and her complexion seemed to glow. Everything was strengthened; her delicate nose, her sensuous lips, even the hue of her hair seemed to adapt to her emotions. It was Raven. No sarcasm. No mask. Just Raven.
She looked at me with undivided concern and worry. Her eyes bore into me until I had no choice but to look away.
"I know this whole thing—this concept of a curse and destiny… It's… Retarded. But it doesn't make it any less true. I didn't really see it in the beginning. I saw a flicker of it the first time I saw you, but I didn't know what it was at the time, so…" I looked up at her with a despicably pleading glance and she willed me to continue my pathetic ramblings, "Raven… It's like my memory is erased every time I'm reborn as well, but because it's my fault… I remember it easier than you or Robin-"
"I remembered, too."
I was surprised. Of course I was surprised. Was that possible? I didn't think so… Unless…
"Do you love me?"
That must have been a strange thing to ask. I know, but it's the old Zavier who seems to be taking over, the lusting, loving, self-effacing Zavier Davies of the 16th century. He won't let her go. He'll never let her go and his love for his Raven is so unbelievably unbearable that he took over my letter to Raven. So unbelievably unbearable that I feel my heart being torn apart all over again as I wait for her to answer… Until I realize she shouldn't. She shouldn't have to say it. I shouldn't have to ask…
o0Flashback0o
"Robin!" The young master Davies watched sadly behind a tree as he saw his Raven chase after another man. Robin. It was the affectionate nickname she had given to him as kin. When they had watched the wildlife of the meadows around them, she had told him she had thought at the young age of nine, that he was free as a bird, as a robin… How poetic.
"Robin," She called his name once more, in that frail and afraid tone that no one but the Robin she spoke of so fondly ever heard. The youth could not help but stop in his tracks and wait for her to catch up, the trains of her elegant dress in toe with her silky violet tinted tresses. She stopped abruptly in front of him, eyes full and terrified, hair sticking seductively to her cheeks as she heaved and waited for him to turn and look at her not as Sir Chandelier, but as Robin, her Robin.
Slowly, reluctantly and happily, he turned his eyes to meet hers and their eyes met in a tangled web of confusion and torn hearts. Immediately upon said engagement she smiled her rare and glowing smile and warmed his reserved exterior to pierce through the one question none of the three could ever turn their backs on.
"Do you love me?"
You could see the young man's chest heave anxiously and his light eyes swirled with the weight of the wait between them. Then she gave that simple arrogant smile she gave on the occasion of realizing something you did not. It may have annoyed the hell out of you, but if you were a simple and complex oddity like the two men she loved, you couldn't help but savor every emotion she intended to give.
"You needn't ask."
And that was it. It was over, Robin had finally won, leaving Zavier to wallow in his misery and infinite loneliness. Young Mister Davies had looked upon the two as their heads seemed to mold together, and they kissed in the glowing moonlight that pierced the treetops.
He ran. Ran fast, ran hard, he ran. Young Davies ran until his legs gave way and he didn't know where he was any longer, just the fact that he was away. He looked up at the fragile moon and he scoffed. Even the moon reminded him of his love, so radiant and alluring. He shook his head from these thoughts and covered his face in his palms. No one could see him cry now.
Without his knowing, someone did. A slender girl took pity on his cursed ways and cast a spell she knew he wanted. She ran out and pranced elegantly around him as he cried silently to himself.
"You want this, do you not?"
Zavier looked up, but all he could see was a blue and yellow blur, a lingering and haunting voice trailed around him.
"I do not know of what you speak of…"
"Her."
His eyes widened with knowledge and he heard the small nymph laugh.
"… Yes."
"Then I shall grant you heart's desire."
Surely she jest, but what was a heartbroken man to do?
The small woman stood before him, and raised her hands ceremoniously to the moon, "For the symbol of this man's desire, I plea, Goddess of the Moon, to take your pity upon him. Let these lovers love prove everlasting as long as you are alive!"
And she made one mistake. The lovers she spoke of were not just Raven and Zavier, no. The two lovers were three. Love is not such a fickle thing. Yet it is painful.
o0Author's Note0o
Sorry it took so long, but I have good news--- I got into LaGuardia high School!
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