Authors notes: I should really proofread what I write, before I post
it lol. Sorry to all those who have to deal with the errors that are in my
writing. I promise to try and fix it all before I post it this time -_-.
Also keep reviewing, I need to know how this story is so far, should I
change the direction, etc.
Also, I apologize again if now Robin seems OOC, because all though I watch
all the episodes, I'm not sure what he would say in the kind of situations
I'm putting him in.
Disclaimer: I STILL don't farking own Teen Titans, and that sucks the big one. **************************************************************************** *******************
Raven led Starfire to the bed, told her to sit, and brought up a chair for herself. Star obediently sat down, a look of embarrassment still on her face. There was a long pause, apparently the Tameranean girl didn't know how to start, or was too embarrassed to do so. Raven decided she would have to start herself.
"So, what is it you need?" She said. Starfire's cheeks turned into a rosy shade of red, as she looked for the words to describe what happened.
"I believe our new guest, who will also be residing with us-"
"Wait, wait, we have someone who's going to be STAYING with us? For how long?"
"Well...he seems nice...Cyborg and Beast Boy already like him. He's even making us our lunch today! He said he could cook also.. He said he needed a home too..." Starfire said, rubbing the side of her left arm, the rosy color leaving her cheeks.
"Well...if he you three think he's ok, and he can cook, I guess it's ok if he stays, he'll be useful around the place. But tell Robin, I'm sure he would like to meet him. Now what is it you need?"
"Well...I'm a little embarrassed, but I also feel quite flattered," Starfire turned away, her cheeks turning red again as if to prove her point, a smile beginning to form on her lips.
"Come on, you came here to tell me didn't you? Tell me and I will know what to do,"
"If you say so...John, our guest..." Starfire began... "I think he just told me he loved me!" Starfire blurted out suddenly. "And I do not know whether I should be happy, or not. Because he is quite nice...and cute..." Starfire trailed off. There was a long silence, as Raven contemplated how to continue.
"So...if I have this right," Raven began. "Someone you just met, a BOY, has just declared that he loves you? Tell me exactly what happened," And so, Starfire did, from the first words John had spoken to her, up to the point where she left to find Raven.
"So he called you by your REAL name? How does he know it?" Raven asked the confused girl.
"I do not know!" Starfire said, then she suddenly gasped, "Maybe he's psychic!" She said, as she held her hands over her mouth. Her blushing cheeks turned purple, a mixture of fear and embarrassment. (A/N: this is an anime cliché. Turning blue in the face looks exactly like blushing, only it's blue. It's a way for a character to show fear, and may also be mixed with embarrassment, turning into purple [red+blue=purple]. I've decided that in order to make Starfire seem more anime-like, [she IS the most anime- ish on the show after all] that I will use more of the anime-clichés, like face vaults, sweat drops, etc.) "Maybe he even heard what I was thinking about him earlier!"
"I honestly doubt that," Raven almost asked what exactly Starfire WAS thinking about this John earlier, but decided against it. "Now, you said he was using spices. Did you know that there is a spice called coriander? It's spelled different from your real name, but pronounced the same. Maybe that's what he was talking about; I've known several people who put that spice on just about everything they eat." Raven said.
"Of course! How silly of me...I apologize for wasting your time Raven, this was a little drastic of me." Starfire breathed a sigh of relief, a small, white cloud of air formed in front of her mouth (a/n: this is known as a 'sigh cloud'). Her cheeks turned back to their normal, golden orange color, the one that filled John with that feeling of serene happiness only twenty minutes or so ago. Her eyes turned into upside down 'U' shapes again, feeling both happy and content that everything was normal between her and John, but at the same a small pang of regret hit her deep down. She remembered that strange, new feeling she felt when she thought John had told her he loved her. That feeling of...elatedness? Nirvana, perhaps...? Strange to the point of almost vertigo, but still pleasant...She would definitely be up late thinking about this, and how to interpret it.
"It's ok Starfire, it's not your fault, you still have a lot to know about Earth, hell I do, and I've lived here most of my life. I don't even think most people know what coriander is. This John guy must at least be fairly smart,"
"Oh! I almost completely forgot about John! I promised I would keep him company while he made us our lunch! He must be worried about me!" Starfire said, quickly rushing out of the room towards the kitchen. 'Well, that went as well as could be expected.' Raven thought, sitting back down on her bed. She picked up her book, and began reading again.
Elsewhere, John was indeed becoming worried about his new friend. He didn't know a lot about her, but he knew enough about people in general that something must be up if they leave abruptly and don't come back after five or ten minutes. He left the steak-which he had already begun cooking, it would still need a few minutes on the low setting he was using-to go and find Starfire.
'Man, I must have really fucked up for her to be gone this long. John thought, scolding himself. 'I better find out what I did and apologize. She's so nice; I don't want to hurt her feelings or anything.' He quickly walked off in the direction Starfire had left. He entered a long hallway, with several doors on either side. Not wanting to perhaps interrupt someone, or infringe on their privacy, he decided not to go through any of the doors. He found the hallway forked at the end, and decided on going left. More doors, and another fork, this time the left went downstairs, the right upstairs. He decided to take his chances again and go upstairs. 'Oh man, I am so freakin' lost...' He thought to himself, scolding himself for the second time in only two minutes. Apparently, part of the tower was some sort of maze, because he found himself in yet ANOTHER hallway, this one breaking off into three directions at the end. John decided to go down the middle one. When he entered the doorway, the room he found himself in appeared to be a large gym of some sort. In the center was a basketball court, located to the left of this, was a large amount of weight training equipment, with a large rack of weights. There was a masked, caped boy there doing bench presses and grunting with effort as he lifted the weights up and down. 'Guess that's Robin...better go introduce myself now if I'm going to be staying here...uuh...how do I do it though? It was easy enough with Starfire...she just kinda answered the intercom...and she helped me with Beast Boy and Cyborg...' He pondered it another moment. He decided to just wing it, say hello, ask if he knew where Starfire might be, and just generally be nice. Sure. That would work, why wouldn't it? Maybe if he even offered to spot him a little. Generosity goes a long way, after all. John let out a sigh, and began to walk over to Robin.
"Hey! You must be Robin, right? My name's John," He said to the boy wonder.
"Oh hey, yeah I'm-" Robin began, but then he put up the weights, and sat up. "Wait, how'd you get in here?" He said, reaching for his belt.
"Whoa, no, no, no, no! No need for fighting, I'm a friend of Starfire! She even just introduced me to Beast Boy and Cyborg! I just thought I'd introduce myself to you, I also need to ask if you know where she is?" John asked. His face turned blue, his fear mounting. His eye was twitching, there was a nervous smile on his face, and he began waving his hands in front of him, palms outward, as if to wave off a the fight he so hoped wouldn't happen.
"Oh...well, a friend of Starfire, B.B., and Cyborg, is a friend of mine. Glad to meet you John!" As Robin said this, John let out a sigh of relief. This wasn't going so bad after all.
"Mutual, thanks man. I just thought I'd tell you that I, uh...am going to be staying here for a while...if it's ok with you...I've already asked Starfire, she seemed happy with it, so do Beast Boy and Cyborg. Especially Cyborg, he says you guys haven't gotten to eat meat in a long time because of Beast Boy's vegetarianism?"
"Well if they want you to, I guess it's ok, since if you haven't noticed, this place is way too big for the five of us. And don't get me started on how long we've had to eat tofu, Beast boy refuses to make anything else, and he's the only one who can cook."
"Well, actually I've just started lunch. And it's steak. Meat! Which I assume you're happy to hear? Cyborg seems pretty happy about it."
"You bet I am! Come on, let's go then! I'll also help you find Starfire, but we should check on lunch first, incase it's done." Robin then jumped off of the bench, wiped his forehead with a towel, and began walking toward John.
"Thanks, hey, could you lead the way? I only just got here like, twenty minutes ago, and I am lost beyond all comprehension." John said, chuckling a little at his helplessness. Robin nodded, smiling, and walked slightly ahead of John. He led him back to the kitchen, where John was glad to see Starfire, looking intently at the grilling steak.
"Oh Starfire, you're back! I was afraid I scared you away somehow. Is the steak done..?" John said; glad to see the girl had returned.
"I'm not sure how to tell if it is or is not, but you should be able to, correct?"
"Well..." John began, laughing a little, blushing in the cheeks. "Now that I think about it, you can't really tell if it's done or not by just looking at it, you gotta cut it open." John took the steak off of the grill, and placed it on the plate he had been given by Starfire. He picked up the knife from the counter, an idea coming into his head. He was hoping to impress his new friends (and mostly Starfire, but he would not admit this to himself until later), with this idea. He bobbed his hand up and down slightly, getting a feel of the knife, and then tossed the knife into the air, rotating his hand toward him slightly, to add backwards spin to it, but not enough to cause it to arc towards his head. Starfire let out a gasp, covering her mouth. Robin clenched his teeth together, taking in a sharp intake of air out of surprise. Cyborg and Beast Boy turned their attention to them, stopping their game, which they apparently had started to play while John was gone.
Under normal circumstances, this would seem quite retarded (at least that's how John would put it, he could be quite harsh toward stupidity at times), but he had practiced this type of thing before, gradually improving his hand eye coordination by catching smaller, less dangerous items out of the air. He remembered flipping a quarter off of his fingers, into the air and then quickly grabbing it out of the air. Afterwards, he tried the same with the handle of a bladeless knife. Next, he put on a pair of his leather work gloves, and tried the same with a normal knife. After several tries, he had got it down perfectly, and began doing it without the gloves.
The knife's blade caught the gleam off the overhead lights, the reflection dancing wildly around the room. It flipped and spun in the air, and began to drop. When it was the same altitude of John's neck, he reached out with his open hand. The knife spun once more, and landed perfectly within John's grasp. He quickly spun around, stabbed the knife into the steak, and sliced it open, quickly viewing the inside was a slightly pinkish color, ('Medium rare, my favorite,' John thought when he saw the color)-"BAM! Hand-eye-coordination at it's finest! And voila! Lunch is served."-in one lightning quick, fluid motion. John's eyes turned into upside down 'V' shapes (sharper in contrast to Starfire's 'U' like shapes), an arrogant, proud smile on his lips. John could also be a showoff, and quite arrogant when the situation called for it. He began cutting the steak into even sliced pieces, as if everything was normal. One of his eyes cracked open as he noticed the silence, returning to it's normal shape, while the other one kept it's upside down 'V' shape.
"What?" John asked, his smile changing slightly to show the hint of confusion in his voice.
Sometime during his little show, Cyborg's, Beast Boy's, Starfire's, and Robin's eyes had simultaneously turned into dot-eyes (a/n: dot-eyes is when an anime character's eyes turn, well, into dots, usually out of disbelief, shock, or discomfort. In this case, the former two. You'd be pretty shocked/in disbelief if someone flipped a knife in the air, caught it perfectly, and then STABBED a slab of meat with it, and acted like nothing was out of the ordinary, wouldn't you?), while John still kept his arrogant (but now slightly confused) smile on, his eye still an upside down 'V', while the other scanned the room. Starfire was the first to break this silence, congratulating John.
"John! That was such an amazing feat!" Starfire said, bouncing up and down in place, having more trouble containing her joy. She was clapping. ('Actually clapping she's actually clapping for me') She was completely amazed; her eyes were absolutely glowing with (love) admiration and amusement. She giggled again, the cute, innocent sound filling John's ears once again. He had that feeling again... (Love) the one from before, when he first saw her. The one that was like a kind of blissful ecstasy, but John still wouldn't admit it to be love. Not yet...
They ate together on the couch, each asking John about his little knife act.
"Where did you learn such a fascinating trick?" Starfire had said.
"Yeah, that was sweet dude!" Beast Boy also complimented. Cyborg and Robin also made compliments, each Titan taking a turn for a few minutes to ask questions on how he did it, and to say how cool it was to see something like that in person. John told them of how he practiced with the quarter, improving his hand-eye-coordination, on up until he began using the knife, without wearing his leather work gloves. This was turning out great, John honestly felt excepted here, with his new friends. Another feeling of elation came, with a feeling that everything would be ok after all (not that he thought otherwise, as a teenager he was allowed to fool himself into thinking everything would automatically become ok in the end, because he was, well... a teenager.). He thought about the taboo subject of his revolvers, responding to the compliments with thanks, but not really listening as he debated whether or not to tell them. 'They'll have to know sooner or later, and if they find out on their own, they might think I'm some sort of killer...Besides, Robin uses a lot of weapons right? Cyborg too, hell, his weapon is built into his own fucking arm. So it shouldn't be new to them right...Hmm...Ok, I'll do it. I have to, they're my friends now, so they have a right to know...Besides, they're happy, they should understand.'
"Hey you guys, listen for a minute...I kinda got something I have to tell you about. If you think about it, it's not THAT big of a deal, but I'd like to tell you all right now before something weird happens..." John said...then he hit a road block. A mental. Farking. Road Block. His new friends were looking intently at him, and he had no idea how to continue. 'Crap.' Third time that day he scolded himself mentally. Then he had a halfway decent idea. "Maybe it'll be easier for me to show you guys, but don't overreact ok?" John was answered by an agreement in unison from the Titans. "Alright, just a second..." John got up, placed his plate on the table, and walked over to his duffel bag, which he put behind the couch. The Titans turned around, to see what he would come back with. John squatted down, momentarily disappearing from view behind the couch, unzipped the bag, and rummaged around. When he stood back up at his full height, in his hands, were what appeared to be two shining, silver objects, obscured by the bright gleam of light they were reflecting from the lights above. John tilted the objects in his hands, deflecting the reflection towards the floor, away from his friends' eyes. The shining silvers he had held in his hands changed into the two large caliber revolvers they really were (John had been careful to hold the guns by the barrels, the handles pointing at his friends, as if he were going to give the guns to them, which he was.) Starfire, Robin, Cyborg, and Beast Boy; Johns new friends, let out a gasp in unison, as he held out the revolvers to his friends.
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Ooooh, do my eyes deceive? Have I ACTUALLY made a kind of cliff-hanger? *dramatic voice*: Will John's new friends accept him as a gunslinger? Find out next time, on DRAGON BALL Z! Ok that was retarded... -_-;; I just always liked the announcer guy from Dragon Ball Z, and liked the way he kinda screamed "dragon ball z" at the end of his little speech thing. (Note for the slow: I like the show dbz, but I haven't been watching lately _)
Same drill as before, no flames (actually, right now, I'm kinda hoping for like...ONE flame, just to make me feel better [Humanity needs enemies to feel secure, right? So I need at least one bad review lol....any volunteers? Either that or more constructive critisism] I've updated my other chapters, just changing a few small things around, putting ' ' when they're needed (I forgot them in atleast one place, sry) etc. I also removed the line saying John had an M-16...I was feeling a little to (what's the right word...?) 'Teenager-ey'? maybe? Whatever, just know that now John doesn't have the M-16 assault rifle, cuz now that I think about it, that was kinda stupid. Now he's more or less, a gunslinger with two big silver revolvers. (Roland of Gilead still roxxorz my soxxorz, from the Dark Tower books, I highly recommend these to any serious readers. So now John is more of a gunslinger, like Roland. A modern, teenaged one. [Roland actually became a real gunslinger when he was 14, just a lil fact]).
Disclaimer: I STILL don't farking own Teen Titans, and that sucks the big one. **************************************************************************** *******************
Raven led Starfire to the bed, told her to sit, and brought up a chair for herself. Star obediently sat down, a look of embarrassment still on her face. There was a long pause, apparently the Tameranean girl didn't know how to start, or was too embarrassed to do so. Raven decided she would have to start herself.
"So, what is it you need?" She said. Starfire's cheeks turned into a rosy shade of red, as she looked for the words to describe what happened.
"I believe our new guest, who will also be residing with us-"
"Wait, wait, we have someone who's going to be STAYING with us? For how long?"
"Well...he seems nice...Cyborg and Beast Boy already like him. He's even making us our lunch today! He said he could cook also.. He said he needed a home too..." Starfire said, rubbing the side of her left arm, the rosy color leaving her cheeks.
"Well...if he you three think he's ok, and he can cook, I guess it's ok if he stays, he'll be useful around the place. But tell Robin, I'm sure he would like to meet him. Now what is it you need?"
"Well...I'm a little embarrassed, but I also feel quite flattered," Starfire turned away, her cheeks turning red again as if to prove her point, a smile beginning to form on her lips.
"Come on, you came here to tell me didn't you? Tell me and I will know what to do,"
"If you say so...John, our guest..." Starfire began... "I think he just told me he loved me!" Starfire blurted out suddenly. "And I do not know whether I should be happy, or not. Because he is quite nice...and cute..." Starfire trailed off. There was a long silence, as Raven contemplated how to continue.
"So...if I have this right," Raven began. "Someone you just met, a BOY, has just declared that he loves you? Tell me exactly what happened," And so, Starfire did, from the first words John had spoken to her, up to the point where she left to find Raven.
"So he called you by your REAL name? How does he know it?" Raven asked the confused girl.
"I do not know!" Starfire said, then she suddenly gasped, "Maybe he's psychic!" She said, as she held her hands over her mouth. Her blushing cheeks turned purple, a mixture of fear and embarrassment. (A/N: this is an anime cliché. Turning blue in the face looks exactly like blushing, only it's blue. It's a way for a character to show fear, and may also be mixed with embarrassment, turning into purple [red+blue=purple]. I've decided that in order to make Starfire seem more anime-like, [she IS the most anime- ish on the show after all] that I will use more of the anime-clichés, like face vaults, sweat drops, etc.) "Maybe he even heard what I was thinking about him earlier!"
"I honestly doubt that," Raven almost asked what exactly Starfire WAS thinking about this John earlier, but decided against it. "Now, you said he was using spices. Did you know that there is a spice called coriander? It's spelled different from your real name, but pronounced the same. Maybe that's what he was talking about; I've known several people who put that spice on just about everything they eat." Raven said.
"Of course! How silly of me...I apologize for wasting your time Raven, this was a little drastic of me." Starfire breathed a sigh of relief, a small, white cloud of air formed in front of her mouth (a/n: this is known as a 'sigh cloud'). Her cheeks turned back to their normal, golden orange color, the one that filled John with that feeling of serene happiness only twenty minutes or so ago. Her eyes turned into upside down 'U' shapes again, feeling both happy and content that everything was normal between her and John, but at the same a small pang of regret hit her deep down. She remembered that strange, new feeling she felt when she thought John had told her he loved her. That feeling of...elatedness? Nirvana, perhaps...? Strange to the point of almost vertigo, but still pleasant...She would definitely be up late thinking about this, and how to interpret it.
"It's ok Starfire, it's not your fault, you still have a lot to know about Earth, hell I do, and I've lived here most of my life. I don't even think most people know what coriander is. This John guy must at least be fairly smart,"
"Oh! I almost completely forgot about John! I promised I would keep him company while he made us our lunch! He must be worried about me!" Starfire said, quickly rushing out of the room towards the kitchen. 'Well, that went as well as could be expected.' Raven thought, sitting back down on her bed. She picked up her book, and began reading again.
Elsewhere, John was indeed becoming worried about his new friend. He didn't know a lot about her, but he knew enough about people in general that something must be up if they leave abruptly and don't come back after five or ten minutes. He left the steak-which he had already begun cooking, it would still need a few minutes on the low setting he was using-to go and find Starfire.
'Man, I must have really fucked up for her to be gone this long. John thought, scolding himself. 'I better find out what I did and apologize. She's so nice; I don't want to hurt her feelings or anything.' He quickly walked off in the direction Starfire had left. He entered a long hallway, with several doors on either side. Not wanting to perhaps interrupt someone, or infringe on their privacy, he decided not to go through any of the doors. He found the hallway forked at the end, and decided on going left. More doors, and another fork, this time the left went downstairs, the right upstairs. He decided to take his chances again and go upstairs. 'Oh man, I am so freakin' lost...' He thought to himself, scolding himself for the second time in only two minutes. Apparently, part of the tower was some sort of maze, because he found himself in yet ANOTHER hallway, this one breaking off into three directions at the end. John decided to go down the middle one. When he entered the doorway, the room he found himself in appeared to be a large gym of some sort. In the center was a basketball court, located to the left of this, was a large amount of weight training equipment, with a large rack of weights. There was a masked, caped boy there doing bench presses and grunting with effort as he lifted the weights up and down. 'Guess that's Robin...better go introduce myself now if I'm going to be staying here...uuh...how do I do it though? It was easy enough with Starfire...she just kinda answered the intercom...and she helped me with Beast Boy and Cyborg...' He pondered it another moment. He decided to just wing it, say hello, ask if he knew where Starfire might be, and just generally be nice. Sure. That would work, why wouldn't it? Maybe if he even offered to spot him a little. Generosity goes a long way, after all. John let out a sigh, and began to walk over to Robin.
"Hey! You must be Robin, right? My name's John," He said to the boy wonder.
"Oh hey, yeah I'm-" Robin began, but then he put up the weights, and sat up. "Wait, how'd you get in here?" He said, reaching for his belt.
"Whoa, no, no, no, no! No need for fighting, I'm a friend of Starfire! She even just introduced me to Beast Boy and Cyborg! I just thought I'd introduce myself to you, I also need to ask if you know where she is?" John asked. His face turned blue, his fear mounting. His eye was twitching, there was a nervous smile on his face, and he began waving his hands in front of him, palms outward, as if to wave off a the fight he so hoped wouldn't happen.
"Oh...well, a friend of Starfire, B.B., and Cyborg, is a friend of mine. Glad to meet you John!" As Robin said this, John let out a sigh of relief. This wasn't going so bad after all.
"Mutual, thanks man. I just thought I'd tell you that I, uh...am going to be staying here for a while...if it's ok with you...I've already asked Starfire, she seemed happy with it, so do Beast Boy and Cyborg. Especially Cyborg, he says you guys haven't gotten to eat meat in a long time because of Beast Boy's vegetarianism?"
"Well if they want you to, I guess it's ok, since if you haven't noticed, this place is way too big for the five of us. And don't get me started on how long we've had to eat tofu, Beast boy refuses to make anything else, and he's the only one who can cook."
"Well, actually I've just started lunch. And it's steak. Meat! Which I assume you're happy to hear? Cyborg seems pretty happy about it."
"You bet I am! Come on, let's go then! I'll also help you find Starfire, but we should check on lunch first, incase it's done." Robin then jumped off of the bench, wiped his forehead with a towel, and began walking toward John.
"Thanks, hey, could you lead the way? I only just got here like, twenty minutes ago, and I am lost beyond all comprehension." John said, chuckling a little at his helplessness. Robin nodded, smiling, and walked slightly ahead of John. He led him back to the kitchen, where John was glad to see Starfire, looking intently at the grilling steak.
"Oh Starfire, you're back! I was afraid I scared you away somehow. Is the steak done..?" John said; glad to see the girl had returned.
"I'm not sure how to tell if it is or is not, but you should be able to, correct?"
"Well..." John began, laughing a little, blushing in the cheeks. "Now that I think about it, you can't really tell if it's done or not by just looking at it, you gotta cut it open." John took the steak off of the grill, and placed it on the plate he had been given by Starfire. He picked up the knife from the counter, an idea coming into his head. He was hoping to impress his new friends (and mostly Starfire, but he would not admit this to himself until later), with this idea. He bobbed his hand up and down slightly, getting a feel of the knife, and then tossed the knife into the air, rotating his hand toward him slightly, to add backwards spin to it, but not enough to cause it to arc towards his head. Starfire let out a gasp, covering her mouth. Robin clenched his teeth together, taking in a sharp intake of air out of surprise. Cyborg and Beast Boy turned their attention to them, stopping their game, which they apparently had started to play while John was gone.
Under normal circumstances, this would seem quite retarded (at least that's how John would put it, he could be quite harsh toward stupidity at times), but he had practiced this type of thing before, gradually improving his hand eye coordination by catching smaller, less dangerous items out of the air. He remembered flipping a quarter off of his fingers, into the air and then quickly grabbing it out of the air. Afterwards, he tried the same with the handle of a bladeless knife. Next, he put on a pair of his leather work gloves, and tried the same with a normal knife. After several tries, he had got it down perfectly, and began doing it without the gloves.
The knife's blade caught the gleam off the overhead lights, the reflection dancing wildly around the room. It flipped and spun in the air, and began to drop. When it was the same altitude of John's neck, he reached out with his open hand. The knife spun once more, and landed perfectly within John's grasp. He quickly spun around, stabbed the knife into the steak, and sliced it open, quickly viewing the inside was a slightly pinkish color, ('Medium rare, my favorite,' John thought when he saw the color)-"BAM! Hand-eye-coordination at it's finest! And voila! Lunch is served."-in one lightning quick, fluid motion. John's eyes turned into upside down 'V' shapes (sharper in contrast to Starfire's 'U' like shapes), an arrogant, proud smile on his lips. John could also be a showoff, and quite arrogant when the situation called for it. He began cutting the steak into even sliced pieces, as if everything was normal. One of his eyes cracked open as he noticed the silence, returning to it's normal shape, while the other one kept it's upside down 'V' shape.
"What?" John asked, his smile changing slightly to show the hint of confusion in his voice.
Sometime during his little show, Cyborg's, Beast Boy's, Starfire's, and Robin's eyes had simultaneously turned into dot-eyes (a/n: dot-eyes is when an anime character's eyes turn, well, into dots, usually out of disbelief, shock, or discomfort. In this case, the former two. You'd be pretty shocked/in disbelief if someone flipped a knife in the air, caught it perfectly, and then STABBED a slab of meat with it, and acted like nothing was out of the ordinary, wouldn't you?), while John still kept his arrogant (but now slightly confused) smile on, his eye still an upside down 'V', while the other scanned the room. Starfire was the first to break this silence, congratulating John.
"John! That was such an amazing feat!" Starfire said, bouncing up and down in place, having more trouble containing her joy. She was clapping. ('Actually clapping she's actually clapping for me') She was completely amazed; her eyes were absolutely glowing with (love) admiration and amusement. She giggled again, the cute, innocent sound filling John's ears once again. He had that feeling again... (Love) the one from before, when he first saw her. The one that was like a kind of blissful ecstasy, but John still wouldn't admit it to be love. Not yet...
They ate together on the couch, each asking John about his little knife act.
"Where did you learn such a fascinating trick?" Starfire had said.
"Yeah, that was sweet dude!" Beast Boy also complimented. Cyborg and Robin also made compliments, each Titan taking a turn for a few minutes to ask questions on how he did it, and to say how cool it was to see something like that in person. John told them of how he practiced with the quarter, improving his hand-eye-coordination, on up until he began using the knife, without wearing his leather work gloves. This was turning out great, John honestly felt excepted here, with his new friends. Another feeling of elation came, with a feeling that everything would be ok after all (not that he thought otherwise, as a teenager he was allowed to fool himself into thinking everything would automatically become ok in the end, because he was, well... a teenager.). He thought about the taboo subject of his revolvers, responding to the compliments with thanks, but not really listening as he debated whether or not to tell them. 'They'll have to know sooner or later, and if they find out on their own, they might think I'm some sort of killer...Besides, Robin uses a lot of weapons right? Cyborg too, hell, his weapon is built into his own fucking arm. So it shouldn't be new to them right...Hmm...Ok, I'll do it. I have to, they're my friends now, so they have a right to know...Besides, they're happy, they should understand.'
"Hey you guys, listen for a minute...I kinda got something I have to tell you about. If you think about it, it's not THAT big of a deal, but I'd like to tell you all right now before something weird happens..." John said...then he hit a road block. A mental. Farking. Road Block. His new friends were looking intently at him, and he had no idea how to continue. 'Crap.' Third time that day he scolded himself mentally. Then he had a halfway decent idea. "Maybe it'll be easier for me to show you guys, but don't overreact ok?" John was answered by an agreement in unison from the Titans. "Alright, just a second..." John got up, placed his plate on the table, and walked over to his duffel bag, which he put behind the couch. The Titans turned around, to see what he would come back with. John squatted down, momentarily disappearing from view behind the couch, unzipped the bag, and rummaged around. When he stood back up at his full height, in his hands, were what appeared to be two shining, silver objects, obscured by the bright gleam of light they were reflecting from the lights above. John tilted the objects in his hands, deflecting the reflection towards the floor, away from his friends' eyes. The shining silvers he had held in his hands changed into the two large caliber revolvers they really were (John had been careful to hold the guns by the barrels, the handles pointing at his friends, as if he were going to give the guns to them, which he was.) Starfire, Robin, Cyborg, and Beast Boy; Johns new friends, let out a gasp in unison, as he held out the revolvers to his friends.
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Ooooh, do my eyes deceive? Have I ACTUALLY made a kind of cliff-hanger? *dramatic voice*: Will John's new friends accept him as a gunslinger? Find out next time, on DRAGON BALL Z! Ok that was retarded... -_-;; I just always liked the announcer guy from Dragon Ball Z, and liked the way he kinda screamed "dragon ball z" at the end of his little speech thing. (Note for the slow: I like the show dbz, but I haven't been watching lately _)
Same drill as before, no flames (actually, right now, I'm kinda hoping for like...ONE flame, just to make me feel better [Humanity needs enemies to feel secure, right? So I need at least one bad review lol....any volunteers? Either that or more constructive critisism] I've updated my other chapters, just changing a few small things around, putting ' ' when they're needed (I forgot them in atleast one place, sry) etc. I also removed the line saying John had an M-16...I was feeling a little to (what's the right word...?) 'Teenager-ey'? maybe? Whatever, just know that now John doesn't have the M-16 assault rifle, cuz now that I think about it, that was kinda stupid. Now he's more or less, a gunslinger with two big silver revolvers. (Roland of Gilead still roxxorz my soxxorz, from the Dark Tower books, I highly recommend these to any serious readers. So now John is more of a gunslinger, like Roland. A modern, teenaged one. [Roland actually became a real gunslinger when he was 14, just a lil fact]).