::looks at e-mail inbox::
::heart attack::
I've had the last chapter up for less than thirty minutes as I write this, and I already have four reviews!!!! Thank you!!!! I love you all and you've put me in the best mood I've been in, in over a MONTH. Yet I can still write depressing stuff. Just you wait.
I have duct-taped Kurama to the ceiling fan to keep him from offering any negative input. So there. Ha.
[Disclaimer: You wouldn't want me to own Teen Titans.]
Raven sat on top of Titans tower during a lull in the storm as it was nearing dark. It was still plenty overcast, but the rain had stopped for the time being. Everyone seemed to be taking it well enough, even Starfire, once the situation was explained to her.
All the sharp objects had been removed from her room, and all the cuts that had not yet healed were given proper medical attention (Neosporin, anyone?) and left to heal. Lightning flashed over a part of the mainland Jump City and Raven turned to head back down the stairs.
In the hallway at the bottom, she met Cyborg, who was heading back to his garage.
"How's the car coming?"
"How's the arm coming?"
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing. It's nearly finished." If I may borrow a line from Osmosis Jones: "Who turned off the heat? It's cold up in here. Somebody pay the bill!"
"What's wrong with you?" asked Raven, a little annoyed at her teammate.
"I'm fine, thanks." Rude much? Raven decided to let it go and went on her way back to the kitchen to get something to eat; she was finally hungry.
.
.
.
"What's wrong with Cyborg?" she asked Beast Boy, who was looking for more tofu. He found an old Chinese take-out carton and sniffed it. Gagging, he threw it into the trash.
"I don't know. He came in here and ate some pizza a minute ago. I thought he was just still mad about the wreck. You sure that's not it?"
"He asked how my arm was, but he really had an attitude," she answered, getting a cookie from the jar. Beast Boy pulled out a carton of soy milk and drank some.
"Eew...dude, this stuff's gone chunky..." He tossed it. Raven made a face and put her cookie down. "But no, I don't know what's going on with him. Maybe you should go ask him." He again immersed himself in the contents of the refrigerator. Raven shrugged. She didn't have anything else to do.
But first, she grabbed that cookie. No matter how gross the stuff that Beast Boy was digging up was, she was hungry.
.
.
.
Cyborg was bent over under the raised hood of the T-car, tinkering with something or other. Raven stepped down into the big gray room that was illuminated only by the light of a gooseneck lamp over one of the workbenches.
"Cyborg?" Bang. Jerking his head up to see who had called his name, Cyborg hit his head on the hood of the T-car.
"Oh. It's you. What do you want?" he asked, going back to messing around with the engine.
"You know, you're being awfully rude."
"So? You gonna go cry and cut yourself now?"
"No! Why would I do that over someone being mad at me?" Cyborg stood up and went over to the workbench, where there were many blueprints of the T-car. He found a screwdriver and headed back to his car.
"I just don't think that you have a very good reason." Raven raised an eyebrow and across the room, a box of nails burst into flame.
"Not a good reason?" she repeated. "I know you're part of the team and all, so you have the same amount of stress there. But do you have your demon father breathing down your neck trying to get you to join his side? Do you have to meditate every day so you don't blow something up every time you get upset? Do you?" She stared at him coldly.
"Well, no, but—"
"I didn't think so." She looked at the car. "Good luck with that heap of spare parts. She turned and left in a huff, desperately willing everything to not explode.
.
.
.
Raven sat down angrily on the couch behind Beast Boy, who was playing gamestation.
"Jackass," Raven muttered.
"Things didn't go well with Cyborg?" he asked, eyes glued to the screen like a cheesy kindergarten collage.
"How could you tell? He says I don't have a good enough reason for being depressed. What am I going to do? Just up and stop cutting just like that? I want to stop, but I know it's not an instant thing."
"Yeah...CRAP!!" The power went off again. "I was about to win!!" yelled Beast Boy. "It's not even—" It started to rain again. "Nevermind."
[A/N: Whee! Another chapter! And more reviews! I shall answer them:
dannyphantomsgf: Thanks.
byebyebb18: Yes, I will eventually have Raven stop her cutting. Or at least, here's to hoping ;. thanks. Ha! I'm going to thank you anyway.
Da Mann: I thought there for a while I was writing him OOC, and then I realized that if he loves Raven and wants to help her stop cutting, he'd act like that. And thank you for the support! Thank you for wishing all of us well. I wish your friends the best as well.
xgirl66: here you go.
Evanescence Lover: Thank you! I'm glad you like my writing; I hoped for a while that I wasn't overdescribing.
Shi: I sent you an e-mail.
Funky D: Short? No offense, but this is one of the longer reviews. Thanks anyway! For explanation of OOC-ness, see answer for the review from Da Mann.
&&Review, please, because reviews motivate me to write more of the story and less slapstick such as the following: &&
:: Kurama falls from ceiling::
KURAMA: Ow.
That's what you get.
KURAMA: For doing what?
Whatever it is you did to make me tape you to the fan.
::heart attack::
I've had the last chapter up for less than thirty minutes as I write this, and I already have four reviews!!!! Thank you!!!! I love you all and you've put me in the best mood I've been in, in over a MONTH. Yet I can still write depressing stuff. Just you wait.
I have duct-taped Kurama to the ceiling fan to keep him from offering any negative input. So there. Ha.
[Disclaimer: You wouldn't want me to own Teen Titans.]
Raven sat on top of Titans tower during a lull in the storm as it was nearing dark. It was still plenty overcast, but the rain had stopped for the time being. Everyone seemed to be taking it well enough, even Starfire, once the situation was explained to her.
All the sharp objects had been removed from her room, and all the cuts that had not yet healed were given proper medical attention (Neosporin, anyone?) and left to heal. Lightning flashed over a part of the mainland Jump City and Raven turned to head back down the stairs.
In the hallway at the bottom, she met Cyborg, who was heading back to his garage.
"How's the car coming?"
"How's the arm coming?"
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing. It's nearly finished." If I may borrow a line from Osmosis Jones: "Who turned off the heat? It's cold up in here. Somebody pay the bill!"
"What's wrong with you?" asked Raven, a little annoyed at her teammate.
"I'm fine, thanks." Rude much? Raven decided to let it go and went on her way back to the kitchen to get something to eat; she was finally hungry.
.
.
.
"What's wrong with Cyborg?" she asked Beast Boy, who was looking for more tofu. He found an old Chinese take-out carton and sniffed it. Gagging, he threw it into the trash.
"I don't know. He came in here and ate some pizza a minute ago. I thought he was just still mad about the wreck. You sure that's not it?"
"He asked how my arm was, but he really had an attitude," she answered, getting a cookie from the jar. Beast Boy pulled out a carton of soy milk and drank some.
"Eew...dude, this stuff's gone chunky..." He tossed it. Raven made a face and put her cookie down. "But no, I don't know what's going on with him. Maybe you should go ask him." He again immersed himself in the contents of the refrigerator. Raven shrugged. She didn't have anything else to do.
But first, she grabbed that cookie. No matter how gross the stuff that Beast Boy was digging up was, she was hungry.
.
.
.
Cyborg was bent over under the raised hood of the T-car, tinkering with something or other. Raven stepped down into the big gray room that was illuminated only by the light of a gooseneck lamp over one of the workbenches.
"Cyborg?" Bang. Jerking his head up to see who had called his name, Cyborg hit his head on the hood of the T-car.
"Oh. It's you. What do you want?" he asked, going back to messing around with the engine.
"You know, you're being awfully rude."
"So? You gonna go cry and cut yourself now?"
"No! Why would I do that over someone being mad at me?" Cyborg stood up and went over to the workbench, where there were many blueprints of the T-car. He found a screwdriver and headed back to his car.
"I just don't think that you have a very good reason." Raven raised an eyebrow and across the room, a box of nails burst into flame.
"Not a good reason?" she repeated. "I know you're part of the team and all, so you have the same amount of stress there. But do you have your demon father breathing down your neck trying to get you to join his side? Do you have to meditate every day so you don't blow something up every time you get upset? Do you?" She stared at him coldly.
"Well, no, but—"
"I didn't think so." She looked at the car. "Good luck with that heap of spare parts. She turned and left in a huff, desperately willing everything to not explode.
.
.
.
Raven sat down angrily on the couch behind Beast Boy, who was playing gamestation.
"Jackass," Raven muttered.
"Things didn't go well with Cyborg?" he asked, eyes glued to the screen like a cheesy kindergarten collage.
"How could you tell? He says I don't have a good enough reason for being depressed. What am I going to do? Just up and stop cutting just like that? I want to stop, but I know it's not an instant thing."
"Yeah...CRAP!!" The power went off again. "I was about to win!!" yelled Beast Boy. "It's not even—" It started to rain again. "Nevermind."
[A/N: Whee! Another chapter! And more reviews! I shall answer them:
dannyphantomsgf: Thanks.
byebyebb18: Yes, I will eventually have Raven stop her cutting. Or at least, here's to hoping ;. thanks. Ha! I'm going to thank you anyway.
Da Mann: I thought there for a while I was writing him OOC, and then I realized that if he loves Raven and wants to help her stop cutting, he'd act like that. And thank you for the support! Thank you for wishing all of us well. I wish your friends the best as well.
xgirl66: here you go.
Evanescence Lover: Thank you! I'm glad you like my writing; I hoped for a while that I wasn't overdescribing.
Shi: I sent you an e-mail.
Funky D: Short? No offense, but this is one of the longer reviews. Thanks anyway! For explanation of OOC-ness, see answer for the review from Da Mann.
&&Review, please, because reviews motivate me to write more of the story and less slapstick such as the following: &&
:: Kurama falls from ceiling::
KURAMA: Ow.
That's what you get.
KURAMA: For doing what?
Whatever it is you did to make me tape you to the fan.