Title: Of Rain and Silence
Author: Anegel Miyu P. Trinton
Disclaimer: Teen Titans is owned by WB...but if it was mine Starfire would be bashed in every single
episode...don't hurt me! I just don't like perkiness.
Author's Note: oh man...you must all hate me for having to wait this fucking long...I'm sooo sorry!
School is hell, life is hell, depression medication tastes like year-old nothingness...-_-; sorry.
School has now officially become my nonamusing prison. You know, sure, school has always been
prison, but after a while you get used to it and don't mind it's presence in your life. Reverse
that idea, and you've got the description of my monotonous life. Well, onwards to destiny!!!
Shout out to Chloe Lim and Tora Kerochi, two of the most beautifully patient people in the entirety
of the blasted universe ruled by marshmellows! I have an idea, every time I don't update, you give
me a very sound beating. *nods*
*audience prepares spiked bats and blaster rifles*
...oh bleeding hell. *runs*
o-------[]
Raven walked down the stairs placidly and immediately made a smooth beeline to the thermos of herbal tea
that she always kept on the kitchen counter. She ignored the carnivorous chewing noises being emitted
from Beast Boy's mouth and the inane complaints of Cyborg. Robin was focused soley on Starfire's face as
she rambled on like a preppy hyper schoolgirl from Gotham High School. Said 'Boy Wonder' nodding and paying
'complete' attention to Starfire's words, agreeing on whatever she said.
[Never knew Robin had a passion for nail polish and hair accessories.] Raven mused silently. Her emotionless
mask was never misplaced, despite her amusing thoughts on the masked teen's grooming habits. She sipped her
Japanese herbal tea calmly, then narrowed her eyes and placed the cup down onto the cold linoleum countertop.
She growled and her eyes flared red for a fleeting moment.
"Who. messed. with. my tea." She closed her eyes and Cyborg's tofu eggs exploded. Cyborg, although shocked,
was blissfully happy as he realized he did not have to force himself to eat the vegetarian dinner. Raven
narrowed her eyes and the mega-big screen television began to glow an ominous black. "WHO. MESSED. WITH.
MY. TEA." Beast Boy and Cyborg screamed in terror as their shiny idol of worship was about to explode.
Beast Boy laughed nervously and rubbed the uncomfortable itch at the back of his neck. "Uhh, Raven. Hehe,
I thought you might have wanted a different flavor to your tea since it never changed and-"
Raven suddenly appeared in front of him like Sesshoumaru out for Tetsusiaga (AN: for those of you who don't
want Inu Yasha, Sesshoumaru is a very very sexy demon lord of the west who wants his half-brother's demon
fang-sword. Although stoic, fights VERY VERY VERY swiftly and deadly.). An eerie, deathly silence came over
Titan's tower. Any normal person would have shrieked in terror at this point, for Raven looked positively
enraged. Her eyes were glowing an eerie red.
"Is that why my herbal tea tastes like FRUITY MANGO PUNCH?!" Raven growled carnivorously as she grabbed the
scruff of Beast Boy's neck.
"Well, I thought-"
"You thought wrong." Raven narrowed her eyes and threw Beast Boy onto the ground, her eyes slowly receding
to their natural charcoal look. "Do not touch anything of mine, or I will make sure you never touch anything
ever again." With that, she disappeared into the ground, a black puddle of black magic left in her wake
before vanishing without a trace. Beast Boy exhaled in relief and collapsed to the ground.
"Aww, man! Beast Boy it's all your fault!" Cyborg wailed as he knelt in front of the broken plasma television
that he adored so much. "My baby! My beautiful baby!"
Starfire knelt in front of Beast Boy and looked at him with her big emerald eyes. "Beast Boy, why did you do
such a thing? I find no reason to play such a trick on Raven for she did not do anything to insult you."
"Not more than her usual remarks, anyway." Robin added.
"My point is, Beast Boy, I believe there is an exchange of comforting words required to pacify Raven's anger.
I know!" Starfire raised herself in triumph as her brain got an idea. "I shall make the pudding of friendship!
It will surely assist in breaking the tension between two friends!" She then began busying herself with the
ingredients; of which, involved mustard, tuna fish, month-old milk, and three year old lemon-chocolate
pudding that had been left in the freezer, saved for the rainy day that they eventually forgot about.
The three boys blanched and resisted the urge to run for the hills.
o-------[]
Raven walked on the cold, desolate grey ground as demonic black birds flew above her. They chanted the words,
"Turn Back," monotonously, never changing. They never had much to say, and for that reason Raven ignored their
words of 'advice.' Crimson lightning crackled far above her as the floating boulders of grey rock turned and
all around her, molding to her will by creating a pathway ahead of her. The dark girl exhaled as she stopped
abruptly as she eyed a dark, glistening cave to her left. She heard a male voice calling to her from that
far place. Levitating herself using dark energy, Raven flew in a cruising speed towards her new destination.
She had used the mirror portal to find a certain side of her that had been taking over her thoughts lately.
Depression. Or, had anyone else watched her closely enough, reluctant homesickness.
This new area in her mind halted her journey for a few moments. She landed directly outside. The cave seemed
to acknowledge her presence as it began to grow taller and wider. Raven looked inwards and realized that within
the cave lied an underground stairwell. Contemplating her surrounding and deeming it safe for the time being,
Raven began her descent. Her monotonous black-violet eyes swiftly watching everything around her, the red
and purple sky above slowly fading from view. It grew darker, colder, as if ice itself were the walls instead
of red rock. Raven tugged her hood closer to her head, her face fading into shadow.
[What is this place?] She wondered briefly. The stairwell seemed to go forever, spiraling downward to forbidden
places never seen by anyone else. And if they did, Raven would have known about this place sooner.
To the right side of her, where the curved red walls remained, small floating spheres of blue fire glowed.
Despite the cold, brisk air that seemed to blow from the bottom of the stairwell, they still remained,
vigilant and slightly warm. Nevertheless, they gave Raven no comfort.
[How could this place have escaped my view before?] Raven asked herself as she suddenly felt a warm aura
engulf her entire form. It suddenly became warmer as she flew the remaining stairs down. With no sense
of fulfillment through the sudden temperature change, Raven continued to make her descent in the new and
unexplored area. The temperature change was as comforting as much as Raven's angry crimson side, as put
bluntly by said female.
She reached the bottom after a few more moments of inner tormentous (is that even a word?) languidity. The
etherial blue flames were brighter towards one side of the strange chasm, Raven took note. She made her
way in that direction, the floating torches washing over her dark yet pale form like the waves of salty
ocean. Patches of darkness marred the perfect chiaroscuro of shadow and flame, making Raven's skin
appear blotched with black and electric blue. As she reached the opposite end of the swirling staircase,
Raven came to view a shadowed, desolate tree that strikingly resembled a highly overgrown bonsai tree.
The leaves and higher branches covered the top section of a macabre stone door. Raven traced the front of
the cold stone entrance with little reservation, smirking at the demonic head that hung from the door's
center. Blood had dried directly on and below it, giving off the impression that that disembodied head
was merely a ward or perhaps the remnant of a sacrifice gone awry.
For a brief moment, Raven felt a connection with the owner of the disembodied head. Her dark eyes
suddenly widened as the head unexpectedly opened its eyes.
"R-Raven."
Raven took a step back and narrowed her eyes. She realized the voice was also rather familiar to her,
although she could not directly place it as if something...or someone...had blocked it from her
memory. She rarely ever forgot anything, so this was rather a surprising development. Regaining
her confidence, not that anyone could tell with the apathetic expression on her pale face, Raven
stepped closer towards the door and held her face directly in front of the disembodied head that
stared at her with the great fervor of a transfixed vampire ready to suck his victim's blood.
"Who are you?" Raven asked in complete monotone. [All right, this is rather morbid. I'm talking
to a decapitated head that seems to be very much alive, spare the blood dripping from the crevices
of his mouth and putridly cut neck.]
"You know who I am, little one." The decapitated head smirked, showing of a pair of slightly
elongated fangs yellowed from decay. Raven clenched her teeth silently and wished for some revelation
to make itself known. "Oh, come now. Surely you remember he who tended to your childish whims as a
wee demonic princess."
Raven's eye twitched at the word 'princess.' "I am no princess. I do not know who you are besides the
fact that you were once a very powerful demon now decapitated and for some apparent reason cursed to
live the remainder of eternity to guard that door."
"Ah, close enough."
The halfling raised her brow curiously. The disembodied head had a sense of humor. The sight made
the morbid looking head to chuckle darkly, as if recalling some joke. His eyes shined an eerie violet
and stared directly into Raven's eyes. Raven gasped and fell to the ground, grasping her head while
trying to alleviate the pain that had suddenly made itself known like the lightning strikes of Zeus.
She exhaled sharply as she felt blood rise in her throat. Coughing, she growled out a simple question.
"What are you doing to me?!" She began to glow a faint purple as her crimson blood splashed onto the
floor from the crevices of her mouth.
The head smiled grimly and, while ignoring her question, began to chant. The etherial blue flames fell
down upon Raven, burning her skin and clothes. She bit her lip, trying not to wince at the pain that
engulfed her pale body. She collapsed onto the ground as the flames turned her into a firey ball
of electric blue energy. Her hair stood on end as blood began to flow from her cut lip, Raven's teeth
biting into the supple flesh further and further. As the flames continued to consume her body, Raven's
eyes turned to slits as the decapitated head continued 'his' chant. Lying on the ground, her back
on to the air, Raven attempted to desperately prop herself up onto her left palm; something kept holding
her down.
"What are you doing to me?!" She repeated ferociously as she felt her skin burn with the heat of a
thousand suns. "Aaahh!" She screamed, her voice suddenly hoarse and deep. Blood flew into the air Raven's
dark violet spirit energy made itself known. Raven desperately attempted to gather her thoughts, her
confusion gathering swiftly into her deep, calculating mind. She, after enduring what seemed like an
eternity of pain and horrific spiritual backlash, slowly got up. The friction from the flames to her
skin, mixed with the spell that decapitated head was attempting to create, was unbearable. As she
looked down through her slitted eyes, she noticed that glowing shackles had been placed upon her
ankles. They, apparently, had been made by the head's spirit energy. "Ugh-aaaaaaaaaah..." She moaned
painfully as she tried to concentrate on her powers. They seemed disconnected from her, almost disabled.
The pain continued to shoot through her like a magicked arrow to a cursed demon. Raven, reluctantly,
gathered the sides of her personality. Slowly, one by one, they began to appear. Unfortunately, the
effort seemed fruitless, for the moment the sides of Raven's personality touched the flames that
surrounded the entire room, they too were engulfed in pain and hellfire. They fell unconscious
to the ground. Even Raven's angry demon side had fallen prey to the decapitated head's occult
spell.
"W..what...do..you...mean...to acco...accomplish...?!" Raven gagged on her own blood. She felt as if
she herself was flensed with knives and consumed by the walking ghosts of her past. Raven closed
her eyes in pained surrender as the decapitated head abruptly answered her questions with the ending
line of his incantation. He smiled grimly, stating,
"...find what you shall seek amongst the past and remember who guards the truth of your spirit."
o-------[]
AN: wow, that didn't help your suspense did it...
email: injusticepilot05@hotmail.com
Author: Anegel Miyu P. Trinton
Disclaimer: Teen Titans is owned by WB...but if it was mine Starfire would be bashed in every single
episode...don't hurt me! I just don't like perkiness.
Author's Note: oh man...you must all hate me for having to wait this fucking long...I'm sooo sorry!
School is hell, life is hell, depression medication tastes like year-old nothingness...-_-; sorry.
School has now officially become my nonamusing prison. You know, sure, school has always been
prison, but after a while you get used to it and don't mind it's presence in your life. Reverse
that idea, and you've got the description of my monotonous life. Well, onwards to destiny!!!
Shout out to Chloe Lim and Tora Kerochi, two of the most beautifully patient people in the entirety
of the blasted universe ruled by marshmellows! I have an idea, every time I don't update, you give
me a very sound beating. *nods*
*audience prepares spiked bats and blaster rifles*
...oh bleeding hell. *runs*
o-------[]
Raven walked down the stairs placidly and immediately made a smooth beeline to the thermos of herbal tea
that she always kept on the kitchen counter. She ignored the carnivorous chewing noises being emitted
from Beast Boy's mouth and the inane complaints of Cyborg. Robin was focused soley on Starfire's face as
she rambled on like a preppy hyper schoolgirl from Gotham High School. Said 'Boy Wonder' nodding and paying
'complete' attention to Starfire's words, agreeing on whatever she said.
[Never knew Robin had a passion for nail polish and hair accessories.] Raven mused silently. Her emotionless
mask was never misplaced, despite her amusing thoughts on the masked teen's grooming habits. She sipped her
Japanese herbal tea calmly, then narrowed her eyes and placed the cup down onto the cold linoleum countertop.
She growled and her eyes flared red for a fleeting moment.
"Who. messed. with. my tea." She closed her eyes and Cyborg's tofu eggs exploded. Cyborg, although shocked,
was blissfully happy as he realized he did not have to force himself to eat the vegetarian dinner. Raven
narrowed her eyes and the mega-big screen television began to glow an ominous black. "WHO. MESSED. WITH.
MY. TEA." Beast Boy and Cyborg screamed in terror as their shiny idol of worship was about to explode.
Beast Boy laughed nervously and rubbed the uncomfortable itch at the back of his neck. "Uhh, Raven. Hehe,
I thought you might have wanted a different flavor to your tea since it never changed and-"
Raven suddenly appeared in front of him like Sesshoumaru out for Tetsusiaga (AN: for those of you who don't
want Inu Yasha, Sesshoumaru is a very very sexy demon lord of the west who wants his half-brother's demon
fang-sword. Although stoic, fights VERY VERY VERY swiftly and deadly.). An eerie, deathly silence came over
Titan's tower. Any normal person would have shrieked in terror at this point, for Raven looked positively
enraged. Her eyes were glowing an eerie red.
"Is that why my herbal tea tastes like FRUITY MANGO PUNCH?!" Raven growled carnivorously as she grabbed the
scruff of Beast Boy's neck.
"Well, I thought-"
"You thought wrong." Raven narrowed her eyes and threw Beast Boy onto the ground, her eyes slowly receding
to their natural charcoal look. "Do not touch anything of mine, or I will make sure you never touch anything
ever again." With that, she disappeared into the ground, a black puddle of black magic left in her wake
before vanishing without a trace. Beast Boy exhaled in relief and collapsed to the ground.
"Aww, man! Beast Boy it's all your fault!" Cyborg wailed as he knelt in front of the broken plasma television
that he adored so much. "My baby! My beautiful baby!"
Starfire knelt in front of Beast Boy and looked at him with her big emerald eyes. "Beast Boy, why did you do
such a thing? I find no reason to play such a trick on Raven for she did not do anything to insult you."
"Not more than her usual remarks, anyway." Robin added.
"My point is, Beast Boy, I believe there is an exchange of comforting words required to pacify Raven's anger.
I know!" Starfire raised herself in triumph as her brain got an idea. "I shall make the pudding of friendship!
It will surely assist in breaking the tension between two friends!" She then began busying herself with the
ingredients; of which, involved mustard, tuna fish, month-old milk, and three year old lemon-chocolate
pudding that had been left in the freezer, saved for the rainy day that they eventually forgot about.
The three boys blanched and resisted the urge to run for the hills.
o-------[]
Raven walked on the cold, desolate grey ground as demonic black birds flew above her. They chanted the words,
"Turn Back," monotonously, never changing. They never had much to say, and for that reason Raven ignored their
words of 'advice.' Crimson lightning crackled far above her as the floating boulders of grey rock turned and
all around her, molding to her will by creating a pathway ahead of her. The dark girl exhaled as she stopped
abruptly as she eyed a dark, glistening cave to her left. She heard a male voice calling to her from that
far place. Levitating herself using dark energy, Raven flew in a cruising speed towards her new destination.
She had used the mirror portal to find a certain side of her that had been taking over her thoughts lately.
Depression. Or, had anyone else watched her closely enough, reluctant homesickness.
This new area in her mind halted her journey for a few moments. She landed directly outside. The cave seemed
to acknowledge her presence as it began to grow taller and wider. Raven looked inwards and realized that within
the cave lied an underground stairwell. Contemplating her surrounding and deeming it safe for the time being,
Raven began her descent. Her monotonous black-violet eyes swiftly watching everything around her, the red
and purple sky above slowly fading from view. It grew darker, colder, as if ice itself were the walls instead
of red rock. Raven tugged her hood closer to her head, her face fading into shadow.
[What is this place?] She wondered briefly. The stairwell seemed to go forever, spiraling downward to forbidden
places never seen by anyone else. And if they did, Raven would have known about this place sooner.
To the right side of her, where the curved red walls remained, small floating spheres of blue fire glowed.
Despite the cold, brisk air that seemed to blow from the bottom of the stairwell, they still remained,
vigilant and slightly warm. Nevertheless, they gave Raven no comfort.
[How could this place have escaped my view before?] Raven asked herself as she suddenly felt a warm aura
engulf her entire form. It suddenly became warmer as she flew the remaining stairs down. With no sense
of fulfillment through the sudden temperature change, Raven continued to make her descent in the new and
unexplored area. The temperature change was as comforting as much as Raven's angry crimson side, as put
bluntly by said female.
She reached the bottom after a few more moments of inner tormentous (is that even a word?) languidity. The
etherial blue flames were brighter towards one side of the strange chasm, Raven took note. She made her
way in that direction, the floating torches washing over her dark yet pale form like the waves of salty
ocean. Patches of darkness marred the perfect chiaroscuro of shadow and flame, making Raven's skin
appear blotched with black and electric blue. As she reached the opposite end of the swirling staircase,
Raven came to view a shadowed, desolate tree that strikingly resembled a highly overgrown bonsai tree.
The leaves and higher branches covered the top section of a macabre stone door. Raven traced the front of
the cold stone entrance with little reservation, smirking at the demonic head that hung from the door's
center. Blood had dried directly on and below it, giving off the impression that that disembodied head
was merely a ward or perhaps the remnant of a sacrifice gone awry.
For a brief moment, Raven felt a connection with the owner of the disembodied head. Her dark eyes
suddenly widened as the head unexpectedly opened its eyes.
"R-Raven."
Raven took a step back and narrowed her eyes. She realized the voice was also rather familiar to her,
although she could not directly place it as if something...or someone...had blocked it from her
memory. She rarely ever forgot anything, so this was rather a surprising development. Regaining
her confidence, not that anyone could tell with the apathetic expression on her pale face, Raven
stepped closer towards the door and held her face directly in front of the disembodied head that
stared at her with the great fervor of a transfixed vampire ready to suck his victim's blood.
"Who are you?" Raven asked in complete monotone. [All right, this is rather morbid. I'm talking
to a decapitated head that seems to be very much alive, spare the blood dripping from the crevices
of his mouth and putridly cut neck.]
"You know who I am, little one." The decapitated head smirked, showing of a pair of slightly
elongated fangs yellowed from decay. Raven clenched her teeth silently and wished for some revelation
to make itself known. "Oh, come now. Surely you remember he who tended to your childish whims as a
wee demonic princess."
Raven's eye twitched at the word 'princess.' "I am no princess. I do not know who you are besides the
fact that you were once a very powerful demon now decapitated and for some apparent reason cursed to
live the remainder of eternity to guard that door."
"Ah, close enough."
The halfling raised her brow curiously. The disembodied head had a sense of humor. The sight made
the morbid looking head to chuckle darkly, as if recalling some joke. His eyes shined an eerie violet
and stared directly into Raven's eyes. Raven gasped and fell to the ground, grasping her head while
trying to alleviate the pain that had suddenly made itself known like the lightning strikes of Zeus.
She exhaled sharply as she felt blood rise in her throat. Coughing, she growled out a simple question.
"What are you doing to me?!" She began to glow a faint purple as her crimson blood splashed onto the
floor from the crevices of her mouth.
The head smiled grimly and, while ignoring her question, began to chant. The etherial blue flames fell
down upon Raven, burning her skin and clothes. She bit her lip, trying not to wince at the pain that
engulfed her pale body. She collapsed onto the ground as the flames turned her into a firey ball
of electric blue energy. Her hair stood on end as blood began to flow from her cut lip, Raven's teeth
biting into the supple flesh further and further. As the flames continued to consume her body, Raven's
eyes turned to slits as the decapitated head continued 'his' chant. Lying on the ground, her back
on to the air, Raven attempted to desperately prop herself up onto her left palm; something kept holding
her down.
"What are you doing to me?!" She repeated ferociously as she felt her skin burn with the heat of a
thousand suns. "Aaahh!" She screamed, her voice suddenly hoarse and deep. Blood flew into the air Raven's
dark violet spirit energy made itself known. Raven desperately attempted to gather her thoughts, her
confusion gathering swiftly into her deep, calculating mind. She, after enduring what seemed like an
eternity of pain and horrific spiritual backlash, slowly got up. The friction from the flames to her
skin, mixed with the spell that decapitated head was attempting to create, was unbearable. As she
looked down through her slitted eyes, she noticed that glowing shackles had been placed upon her
ankles. They, apparently, had been made by the head's spirit energy. "Ugh-aaaaaaaaaah..." She moaned
painfully as she tried to concentrate on her powers. They seemed disconnected from her, almost disabled.
The pain continued to shoot through her like a magicked arrow to a cursed demon. Raven, reluctantly,
gathered the sides of her personality. Slowly, one by one, they began to appear. Unfortunately, the
effort seemed fruitless, for the moment the sides of Raven's personality touched the flames that
surrounded the entire room, they too were engulfed in pain and hellfire. They fell unconscious
to the ground. Even Raven's angry demon side had fallen prey to the decapitated head's occult
spell.
"W..what...do..you...mean...to acco...accomplish...?!" Raven gagged on her own blood. She felt as if
she herself was flensed with knives and consumed by the walking ghosts of her past. Raven closed
her eyes in pained surrender as the decapitated head abruptly answered her questions with the ending
line of his incantation. He smiled grimly, stating,
"...find what you shall seek amongst the past and remember who guards the truth of your spirit."
o-------[]
AN: wow, that didn't help your suspense did it...
email: injusticepilot05@hotmail.com