I can't believe it's my turn to cook dinner again. I glanced around the
kitchen for inspiration. I dug through the pantry, munching on fruit
snacks, trying to find something to make. Hey, I should just serve Teen
Titans Fruit Snacks, I thought absent-mindedly. I imagined a huge plate
piled high with of colorful fruit snacks, while Cyborg used a fork and a
knife to cut an individual fruit snack, and taking dainty little bits. I
giggled at the thought of this. Maybe I'll try that next time it's my turn
to cook.
No, no, no, no, no! Do we not have ANYTHING? My fingers brushed a small box. I picked it up. Oh, yummy! A Mein Chow noodle mix! I walked out of the pantry and started warming up a frying pan on the stove. I put the noodles and the sauce into the frying pan. I listened to the cheerful crackle of the noodles cooking with the sauce. Ring! Ring! I walked over to the telephone.
"Hello?" Beastboy and I said at the same time.
"Hi, is Naomi there?" I recognized Ivan's voice.
"BB hang up, its for me," I heard him grumbling on the other phone, but then the soft click announced that he had hung up.
"Hi Ivan," I said smiling into the phone, "I was wondering when you would call." He laughed, and then I thought I heard the sound of someone coming back on the line. I shrugged it off and decided I had imagined it.
"So," Ivan said awkwardly, "What are you doing?"
"Cooking noodles."
"Oh, yummy!" I smiled, he was so cute.
"So, what are YOU doing?" I asked back.
"Playing with sock puppets," he replied.
"Really?"
"No, I made that up."
"But that would be so cool!" I sat down on one of the kitchen chairs and just talked to Ivan. I don't know how long we talked but the smell of burnt noodles filled the kitchen after some time.
"Oh! Ivan! I'll call you back! My noodles are burning!" I slammed down the phone and took the pan off the burner. The noodles were really burned. Maybe the others won't notice.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Naomi? These noodles are burned," Robin said bluntly. Oh no! They noticed!
"Um, no there not!" I said quickly, trying to convince him otherwise. Cyborg reached out and plucked a black noodle from my plate, and crushed it to fine ashes.
"No! Its fine! Where's Star? She'll eat one!"
"Stars not here," replied Robin, "Said something about local area connection and rushed off somewhere."
"Beastboy will then!" I said looking over to him. He just sat there, not speaking. That was it.
"What is your problem?!?" I exploded, "Why are you so mad at me?!"
"What are you talking about?" He asked sourly. "Don't pretend like you don't know! You haven't looked, or talked to me in three days!" Then he exploded right back,
"Why do you even want to talk to me? Why don't you just call Ivan? Or is he Ivy-poo by now? You two have SUCH interesting conversations about sock puppets!"
"You listened in on my phone call?" I asked disbelievingly. Beastboy and I were so into our argument we completely forgot that Robin and Cyborg were still sitting at the table, eyes wide open in shock. Beastboy was now standing, and there was this fire in his eyes. I had never seen him like this before. And to tell you the truth, he was kind of scary right now.
"He doesn't even like you," Beastboy said, suddenly softly, "He only noticed you because you're famous." I jumped to my feet,
"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" I yelled getting angrier.
"What?!? You expect to be famous and just be able to prance into a dance an actually believe that some complete stranger likes you?!?! I've seen it a million times before, that asshole wouldn't even give you a second look if your face want in the news every day!! How gullible are you?!?!"
I was shocked. I couldn't believe he just said those things to me. I just stood there, disbelievingly. But Beastboy must have decided he wasn't done being angry.
"Don't you even have enough common sense to see?!? He already decided he like you before he even met you!! He is just a crazed fan boy chasing after some fucked up sex fantasy! HE DOSENT EVEN KNOW YOU! Its not like we're living this "charmed life" that everyone thinks we are! That boy will use you... and after he dose, than maybe you'll stop being so stupid." I felt like he had kicked me. I had to get out. In a daze, I turned and walked out of the kitchen.
"Naomi! Wait!" Cyborg called, jumping out of his seat, trying to catch me. But it was to late. I wrenched open the main door and shot into the dark sky.
"NAOMI!!" Cyborgs voice echoed below me. But I ignored him and flew higher into the cool night sky. I flew over the dark blue water that separated us from the rest of the city. I looked down on the city I had grown to love. Even being hundreds of feet above it, and it still was the most beautiful thing in the world. I could see the lights from the cars gliding across the roads. And the lights from the buildings lit up the ground; it was a sea of tiny lights.
But even the beauty didn't make me feel better. I don't know why Beastboys words hurt me like that, maybe because I know he's right.
I rolled over and lied on my back in the sky and looked up at the stars. The same stars I had grown up with, the ground below me had changed do much over 150 years, but the night's sky remained the same. And right then, I wished for more than anything that my mother was here. I wished I could crawl into her lap and tell her everything that had happened. I wished I could hear her voice telling me that everything would be all right. Then she would hug me, and tell me how smart and beautiful I am. Then she would give me the strength to face the cold world.
I felt the tears stream down, over my cheeks and drop down on the world below me. Stupid Beastboy. Beastboy. Then I felt a mixture of sadness, fear and anger wash over me. I rolled back on to my stomach and without warning I speed off through the night air. I flew faster and faster, not knowing where I was going and not caring. I was flying at break neck speed now; the city just became a blur of lights below me. I had never flown this fast before, I couldn't breath. Then I stopped. The abrupt halt caused my body to cartwheel in the air.
Then I let myself fall. I plummeted down to the city; I rolled on my back again and watched my tears gently being lifted off my cheeks as I fell before them. I felt the side of a skyscraper brush against my fingers. I hear screams from below, me as the people scattered to avoid being hit by the falling person. And then, when I was ten feet from hitting the ground I stopped. I flipped myself calmly upright and landed softly on my feet. I felt the people stares as I walked aimlessly through the streets.
I glanced in a stores window and saw that my face was bleeding. When I had been flying at that tremendous speed, the air resistance had caused my skin to split into tiny cuts all over my face. I walked calmly through the streets of Gothem, having no idea where I was. How I wished for my mother.
Unless... An idea struck me. But I'll have to wait until tomorrow. I need a place to crash; I didn't want to go back to the tower... not yet. I took to the air again. I searched for a suitable hotel. I finally rested at The Twinkle Inn. I glided softly up to the highest window that wasn't occupied and quietly opened the window. I could have just charged it to the Titan bill, but I didn't want to deal with the people at the desk. I didn't want to talk to anyone, or leave a trail that the others could use to fine me. I glided across the dark room and fell into the soft bed.
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The glaring sun beat down on my head as I looked up at the building I was now accustomed to. Gothems Police Station.
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"Thank you, Wilson," I said to Kenithan Wilson, head of the Police Station, and in charge of the Residential Database.
"No problem!" Wilson replied cheerfully, "Who are you looking for anyway?"
"I'm sorry, but that's classified." He looked slightly hurt but allowed me my privacy and shut the door behind him. I sat down in and office chair in front of a computer. I typed in some key information about my family.
Mother and fathers first and last name.
Country.
Date of birth.
I let the computer do the rest. I leaned back as 58 matching families popped up on the screen. I selected mine. Then my family tree filled the screen. I scrolled down to my mothers and fathers branch. I looked under them to see my sister's names.
My big sister never had children, but my little sister had two. One died at age twenty- seven, no kids. But the other had gone on to have just one boy. He had gone on to give life to one girl. He died, but his daughter lives in south Gothem. I took out a pen and scribbled the address on the back of my hand.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I walked through the littered streets of South Gothem. I looked to see nearly everything vandalized, and a siren was waling a couple of streets over. The sidewalks were torn up and the street had never been paved. This was defiantly the ghetto. I check the address, thinking that this might be some sort of mistake, but it wasn't. I looked up to the house of my only living descendant.
The house had never been painted, you could see little tufts of pink insulation sticking out of the corners, and the individual nails that barley held the house together. The door hung crooked and the windows where cracked all the way across. The front "yard" was nothing but dirt and beer cans and cigarette butts.
I crept up to the door. I leaned over and peeked inside through the dingy window. Inside, I saw a baby in a high chair crying its eyes out while a very frustrated lady was screaming on the phone. The baby knocked off a can of baby food of the high chair and it splattered on the floor. The lady turned and started screaming at the baby, which made it cry harder. This lady was obviously a little mentally ill.
This wasn't my family. It couldn't be... it just couldn't. I started to walk away, feeling all crumbly inside. Then I stopped and realized something. She was related to me, whether I liked it or not. I don't know what made me realize it; maybe the way the silver flex's in her metallic blue eyes caught the light. I walked aimlessly down the streets, lost in my thoughts. That is until I heard loud voices that made me snap out of my daze. All of a sudden, I felt vulnerable. I was all alone in the most dangerous part of Gothem. I instinctively ducked behind a dumpster that was colorful with graffiti. A large group of scary looking teenagers came rowdily down the street. The kind of teens that only the roughest of ghettos could raise. They were defiantly dangerous, the kind of people you don't want to face all alone.
Then I was disgusted with myself. I was a superhero! Why was I hiding from these boys? I walked out of my hiding place with my head help high. I walked boldly down the street. "Hey boys, LOOK!" I felt my insides go cold as the gang of teenagers surrounded me, but I refused to show it.
"Look at what we got here!" one said (obviously the leader) in a thick French accent. "A petit belle walking down d 'treet allllll alone!" He sneered. "Don't your know its dangerous for a little girl to walk all alone?" He put his face an inch away from mine.
"Don't you know," he said softly, "Bad tings happen to little girls who walk alone on the South Side." He grinned devilishly while all of his friend laughed, except for one.
"Dude, don't even. She's one of those Teen Titans."
"I know dat." He said replied. Then he suddenly reached out and stroked my cheek, "Such an angélique little girl," he murmured thoughtfully. More than anything, I wanted to set his handsome face on fire, but I couldn't. I would get in trouble. Just because I'm a superhero, doesn't mean I can go around attacking anyone I want. I could do time in jail for an assault charge. I grabbed his hand off my face.
All his friends laughed, and he looked a little surprised. He must not be used to being stood up to, especially by a girl.
One of his friends was so enthralled by his leaders bold behavior he reached out and tried to lift up my skirt. Bad move on his part. I felt the satisfying crunch of breaking bones as my foot connected with his jaw. He yelped and jumped backward, holding his jaw that was now hanging at a funny angle. All the gangsters started backing off, but except for the leader who had touched my face.
I glared at him and tried to walk around him, but he calmly stepped over to block my path. I turned to walk in the opposite direction but his long strides brought him in front of me, once again blocking my path. He grinned as if it was a game. He was a cat, and I was a mouse, the cat was just playing with his prey. His jet-black hair was swept back from his face, giving him roguish good looks. He had a strong chin and high cheekbones. But the thing that was the most eye catching about him was his cool gray eyes, that always seemed to be cool and in control. His long brown trench coat went down to his feet, giving his a mysterious presents.
But I didn't care how good he looked. I wanted to beat his ass! He held up one finger to my face, knowing that I could not attack until he touched me again. I stood there glaring as he moved his finger moved closer and closer to my face. Every muscle in my body tensed up, waiting to pounce into attack when he touched me. He gave me a crooked smile and let his finger brush my bottom lip.
Then an explosion of fire sent the gang members scrambling. All but one. The leader, he was just standing there unconcernedly. He looked more amused than anything. "Dat was good, little girl, but not good enough," he said smiling. Then I felt something cold and hard collide with the side of my head. Then everything went dark.
StArRy- Poor Naomi. I felt bad writing this chapter. But anyway. This is the start of the real plot people. Please review! Or else I'll lose interest in this story, because I'll think no ones reading it. So, review if you want to find out what happens!
No, no, no, no, no! Do we not have ANYTHING? My fingers brushed a small box. I picked it up. Oh, yummy! A Mein Chow noodle mix! I walked out of the pantry and started warming up a frying pan on the stove. I put the noodles and the sauce into the frying pan. I listened to the cheerful crackle of the noodles cooking with the sauce. Ring! Ring! I walked over to the telephone.
"Hello?" Beastboy and I said at the same time.
"Hi, is Naomi there?" I recognized Ivan's voice.
"BB hang up, its for me," I heard him grumbling on the other phone, but then the soft click announced that he had hung up.
"Hi Ivan," I said smiling into the phone, "I was wondering when you would call." He laughed, and then I thought I heard the sound of someone coming back on the line. I shrugged it off and decided I had imagined it.
"So," Ivan said awkwardly, "What are you doing?"
"Cooking noodles."
"Oh, yummy!" I smiled, he was so cute.
"So, what are YOU doing?" I asked back.
"Playing with sock puppets," he replied.
"Really?"
"No, I made that up."
"But that would be so cool!" I sat down on one of the kitchen chairs and just talked to Ivan. I don't know how long we talked but the smell of burnt noodles filled the kitchen after some time.
"Oh! Ivan! I'll call you back! My noodles are burning!" I slammed down the phone and took the pan off the burner. The noodles were really burned. Maybe the others won't notice.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Naomi? These noodles are burned," Robin said bluntly. Oh no! They noticed!
"Um, no there not!" I said quickly, trying to convince him otherwise. Cyborg reached out and plucked a black noodle from my plate, and crushed it to fine ashes.
"No! Its fine! Where's Star? She'll eat one!"
"Stars not here," replied Robin, "Said something about local area connection and rushed off somewhere."
"Beastboy will then!" I said looking over to him. He just sat there, not speaking. That was it.
"What is your problem?!?" I exploded, "Why are you so mad at me?!"
"What are you talking about?" He asked sourly. "Don't pretend like you don't know! You haven't looked, or talked to me in three days!" Then he exploded right back,
"Why do you even want to talk to me? Why don't you just call Ivan? Or is he Ivy-poo by now? You two have SUCH interesting conversations about sock puppets!"
"You listened in on my phone call?" I asked disbelievingly. Beastboy and I were so into our argument we completely forgot that Robin and Cyborg were still sitting at the table, eyes wide open in shock. Beastboy was now standing, and there was this fire in his eyes. I had never seen him like this before. And to tell you the truth, he was kind of scary right now.
"He doesn't even like you," Beastboy said, suddenly softly, "He only noticed you because you're famous." I jumped to my feet,
"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" I yelled getting angrier.
"What?!? You expect to be famous and just be able to prance into a dance an actually believe that some complete stranger likes you?!?! I've seen it a million times before, that asshole wouldn't even give you a second look if your face want in the news every day!! How gullible are you?!?!"
I was shocked. I couldn't believe he just said those things to me. I just stood there, disbelievingly. But Beastboy must have decided he wasn't done being angry.
"Don't you even have enough common sense to see?!? He already decided he like you before he even met you!! He is just a crazed fan boy chasing after some fucked up sex fantasy! HE DOSENT EVEN KNOW YOU! Its not like we're living this "charmed life" that everyone thinks we are! That boy will use you... and after he dose, than maybe you'll stop being so stupid." I felt like he had kicked me. I had to get out. In a daze, I turned and walked out of the kitchen.
"Naomi! Wait!" Cyborg called, jumping out of his seat, trying to catch me. But it was to late. I wrenched open the main door and shot into the dark sky.
"NAOMI!!" Cyborgs voice echoed below me. But I ignored him and flew higher into the cool night sky. I flew over the dark blue water that separated us from the rest of the city. I looked down on the city I had grown to love. Even being hundreds of feet above it, and it still was the most beautiful thing in the world. I could see the lights from the cars gliding across the roads. And the lights from the buildings lit up the ground; it was a sea of tiny lights.
But even the beauty didn't make me feel better. I don't know why Beastboys words hurt me like that, maybe because I know he's right.
I rolled over and lied on my back in the sky and looked up at the stars. The same stars I had grown up with, the ground below me had changed do much over 150 years, but the night's sky remained the same. And right then, I wished for more than anything that my mother was here. I wished I could crawl into her lap and tell her everything that had happened. I wished I could hear her voice telling me that everything would be all right. Then she would hug me, and tell me how smart and beautiful I am. Then she would give me the strength to face the cold world.
I felt the tears stream down, over my cheeks and drop down on the world below me. Stupid Beastboy. Beastboy. Then I felt a mixture of sadness, fear and anger wash over me. I rolled back on to my stomach and without warning I speed off through the night air. I flew faster and faster, not knowing where I was going and not caring. I was flying at break neck speed now; the city just became a blur of lights below me. I had never flown this fast before, I couldn't breath. Then I stopped. The abrupt halt caused my body to cartwheel in the air.
Then I let myself fall. I plummeted down to the city; I rolled on my back again and watched my tears gently being lifted off my cheeks as I fell before them. I felt the side of a skyscraper brush against my fingers. I hear screams from below, me as the people scattered to avoid being hit by the falling person. And then, when I was ten feet from hitting the ground I stopped. I flipped myself calmly upright and landed softly on my feet. I felt the people stares as I walked aimlessly through the streets.
I glanced in a stores window and saw that my face was bleeding. When I had been flying at that tremendous speed, the air resistance had caused my skin to split into tiny cuts all over my face. I walked calmly through the streets of Gothem, having no idea where I was. How I wished for my mother.
Unless... An idea struck me. But I'll have to wait until tomorrow. I need a place to crash; I didn't want to go back to the tower... not yet. I took to the air again. I searched for a suitable hotel. I finally rested at The Twinkle Inn. I glided softly up to the highest window that wasn't occupied and quietly opened the window. I could have just charged it to the Titan bill, but I didn't want to deal with the people at the desk. I didn't want to talk to anyone, or leave a trail that the others could use to fine me. I glided across the dark room and fell into the soft bed.
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The glaring sun beat down on my head as I looked up at the building I was now accustomed to. Gothems Police Station.
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"Thank you, Wilson," I said to Kenithan Wilson, head of the Police Station, and in charge of the Residential Database.
"No problem!" Wilson replied cheerfully, "Who are you looking for anyway?"
"I'm sorry, but that's classified." He looked slightly hurt but allowed me my privacy and shut the door behind him. I sat down in and office chair in front of a computer. I typed in some key information about my family.
Mother and fathers first and last name.
Country.
Date of birth.
I let the computer do the rest. I leaned back as 58 matching families popped up on the screen. I selected mine. Then my family tree filled the screen. I scrolled down to my mothers and fathers branch. I looked under them to see my sister's names.
My big sister never had children, but my little sister had two. One died at age twenty- seven, no kids. But the other had gone on to have just one boy. He had gone on to give life to one girl. He died, but his daughter lives in south Gothem. I took out a pen and scribbled the address on the back of my hand.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I walked through the littered streets of South Gothem. I looked to see nearly everything vandalized, and a siren was waling a couple of streets over. The sidewalks were torn up and the street had never been paved. This was defiantly the ghetto. I check the address, thinking that this might be some sort of mistake, but it wasn't. I looked up to the house of my only living descendant.
The house had never been painted, you could see little tufts of pink insulation sticking out of the corners, and the individual nails that barley held the house together. The door hung crooked and the windows where cracked all the way across. The front "yard" was nothing but dirt and beer cans and cigarette butts.
I crept up to the door. I leaned over and peeked inside through the dingy window. Inside, I saw a baby in a high chair crying its eyes out while a very frustrated lady was screaming on the phone. The baby knocked off a can of baby food of the high chair and it splattered on the floor. The lady turned and started screaming at the baby, which made it cry harder. This lady was obviously a little mentally ill.
This wasn't my family. It couldn't be... it just couldn't. I started to walk away, feeling all crumbly inside. Then I stopped and realized something. She was related to me, whether I liked it or not. I don't know what made me realize it; maybe the way the silver flex's in her metallic blue eyes caught the light. I walked aimlessly down the streets, lost in my thoughts. That is until I heard loud voices that made me snap out of my daze. All of a sudden, I felt vulnerable. I was all alone in the most dangerous part of Gothem. I instinctively ducked behind a dumpster that was colorful with graffiti. A large group of scary looking teenagers came rowdily down the street. The kind of teens that only the roughest of ghettos could raise. They were defiantly dangerous, the kind of people you don't want to face all alone.
Then I was disgusted with myself. I was a superhero! Why was I hiding from these boys? I walked out of my hiding place with my head help high. I walked boldly down the street. "Hey boys, LOOK!" I felt my insides go cold as the gang of teenagers surrounded me, but I refused to show it.
"Look at what we got here!" one said (obviously the leader) in a thick French accent. "A petit belle walking down d 'treet allllll alone!" He sneered. "Don't your know its dangerous for a little girl to walk all alone?" He put his face an inch away from mine.
"Don't you know," he said softly, "Bad tings happen to little girls who walk alone on the South Side." He grinned devilishly while all of his friend laughed, except for one.
"Dude, don't even. She's one of those Teen Titans."
"I know dat." He said replied. Then he suddenly reached out and stroked my cheek, "Such an angélique little girl," he murmured thoughtfully. More than anything, I wanted to set his handsome face on fire, but I couldn't. I would get in trouble. Just because I'm a superhero, doesn't mean I can go around attacking anyone I want. I could do time in jail for an assault charge. I grabbed his hand off my face.
All his friends laughed, and he looked a little surprised. He must not be used to being stood up to, especially by a girl.
One of his friends was so enthralled by his leaders bold behavior he reached out and tried to lift up my skirt. Bad move on his part. I felt the satisfying crunch of breaking bones as my foot connected with his jaw. He yelped and jumped backward, holding his jaw that was now hanging at a funny angle. All the gangsters started backing off, but except for the leader who had touched my face.
I glared at him and tried to walk around him, but he calmly stepped over to block my path. I turned to walk in the opposite direction but his long strides brought him in front of me, once again blocking my path. He grinned as if it was a game. He was a cat, and I was a mouse, the cat was just playing with his prey. His jet-black hair was swept back from his face, giving him roguish good looks. He had a strong chin and high cheekbones. But the thing that was the most eye catching about him was his cool gray eyes, that always seemed to be cool and in control. His long brown trench coat went down to his feet, giving his a mysterious presents.
But I didn't care how good he looked. I wanted to beat his ass! He held up one finger to my face, knowing that I could not attack until he touched me again. I stood there glaring as he moved his finger moved closer and closer to my face. Every muscle in my body tensed up, waiting to pounce into attack when he touched me. He gave me a crooked smile and let his finger brush my bottom lip.
Then an explosion of fire sent the gang members scrambling. All but one. The leader, he was just standing there unconcernedly. He looked more amused than anything. "Dat was good, little girl, but not good enough," he said smiling. Then I felt something cold and hard collide with the side of my head. Then everything went dark.
StArRy- Poor Naomi. I felt bad writing this chapter. But anyway. This is the start of the real plot people. Please review! Or else I'll lose interest in this story, because I'll think no ones reading it. So, review if you want to find out what happens!