Kurama got a taxi somehow. He'll be back. I have his boxers.
[Disclaimer: Never mention this again.]
All the Titans sat in silence in the living room, staring at the room in front of them. The power had been off for a couple of hours, and hadn't come back on again. Cyborg had finished his work on the T-car, so he was now forced to spend time with the other Titans.
"So...now what?" Raven asked, breaking the silence. She would have read her book, but sadly there was no light.
"We could play Pictionary," suggested Beast Boy.
"Nobody can see anything, Beast Boy," said Robin.
"We could play charades, then."
"Nobody can see anything, Beast Boy," Robin said again.
"We could play I Spy."
"NOBODY CAN SEE ANYTHING."
"OK, OK, Geez..." They sat for a few more minutes.
"We could play Round Table," suggested Raven.
"What is Round Table?" asked Starfire.
"One of us starts telling a ghost story, and then everybody else takes a turn telling the story until it's done. It's either that, or Shadow Clown."
"That depends. What is Shadow Clown?"
"It's really more of a trick than a game. One of us stands in front of a mirror, in the dark—so now would be perfect—and somebody else stands behind them. The person behind tells the story of a clown that was killed by some kids who came to his carnival. He's looking for what they stole from him—nobody really knows what it is—and they say that if you are told the story, he will come seek you out that night. The next morning, you look at your back in the same mirror, and there's a long, thin, scar running from your right shoulder blade to the small of your back."
"Perfect. A game about scars. We'll go with Round Table," Cyborg said coldly. Raven shot him an if-looks-could-kill look, even though he couldn't see it.
"What's your damage, Cyborg?" Raven asked venomously.
"My damage? MY damage? You're my damage." He stood up, shoulder-light on. Now everyone could see the if-looks-could-kill glare she was giving Cyborg.
"I'm your damage? What did I ever do to you?" Raven stood up as well.
"It's not what you did to me. It's what you've done to the team. With everybody all focused around you and your problems, we couldn't help any of the people even if we wanted to."
"If you would take your head out of your butt long enough to open your eyes and take a look at me, you'd see that I can fight just as well as anybody else here."
"I'd like to see you prove it, small fry." Beast Boy held Raven back as she tried to attack Cyborg.
"Let me go! I'll show him! Let me go!"
"Raven! Don't kill your teammates!"
"I'm not going to kill him! I'm just going to whack him a good one upside his metal head." She stopped struggling. "But nevermind, I'm not going to waste my time. I'm going to bed." She looked back at Beast Boy. "You can let go of me now," she said. The green boy blushed and removed his arms from around her waist.
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When Raven reached her room, she nearly screamed out of frustration and anger. She seized her meditation mirror. But as soon as she looked into it, a pair of red eyes stared back at her. She dropped the mirror and stepped back as shards of glass flew everywhere.
"My mirror..." She bent over and picked up one of the larger shards. Looking at her reflection in it, she still saw those red eyes. She sat down on her bed and sighed.
Raven felt a tear in her eye as she pulled back her sleeve. But it never fell. Because she didn't cut. She just put the jagged piece of glass to her wrist and pressed lightly.
She wouldn't have gotten the chance to cut even if she was planning to.
Beast Boy knocked on the door. Raven didn't answer. So he came in anyway. And he saw her with the glass poised to slit her wrist.
"Raven!" He crossed the room in about three strides and knocked the glass out of her hands. "You weren't gonna actually..."
"...No. I wasn't. I promise."
"You promise?"
"I promise. I wasn't going to do it. I just...I don't know what I was doing. But I know I wasn't going to slit my wrists."
"Is that your mirror?" asked Beast Boy, picking up the shard he had knocked aside.
"Yes. I was going to meditate when I got up here, but I saw Trigon's eyes and it scared me. So I dropped the mirror and it broke."
"Seven years of bad luck," observed Beast Boy. Raven snorted.
"I don't believe in luck."
"But you believe in evil clowns coming back to life and leaving a scar on someone's back?"
"I never said I believed that. I said it was a party trick."
"Whatever."
"I'm really going to bed this time, so can you leave?" Beast Boy stood up.
"I'll clean the glass up first, though," he said, going to get a broom.
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As per the unwritten laws of the universe, Cyborg was chewed out by Robin for all the tower to hear. Raven went to sleep feeling slightly better about the situation.
[A/N: Yay, another chapter!! Thank you to those of you who reviewed.
I would like to dedicate this chapter to my friend Dominika, who was also stopped from committing suicide.
Review answering time!
raven1322: Thank you!
Identity99: Okies...for the deal between Raven and Trigon...::clears throat:: Raven's father, who is literally the devil, is always supposedly mentally attacking Raven, trying to get her to join his side. In the comics eventually she does and ends up ruining someone's wedding...not telling whose. ::coughsrtoabrifnirecough:: Ha. See if anyone can figure that one out.
Zerin Emperess (5): O...k...o.O
Zerin Emperess (6): ditto.
Eva (5): Heehee. Am glad.
Eva (6): I plan to have more Raven/BB interaction in the next chapter...prepare for WAFFness...I dread writing this kind of stuff. But I love reading it and it helps tie the story together.
StArRy1233: Haha. I shall tell him that.
Raven-Vegeta: Power to the birds. (sorry, couldn't resist.)
[Disclaimer: Never mention this again.]
All the Titans sat in silence in the living room, staring at the room in front of them. The power had been off for a couple of hours, and hadn't come back on again. Cyborg had finished his work on the T-car, so he was now forced to spend time with the other Titans.
"So...now what?" Raven asked, breaking the silence. She would have read her book, but sadly there was no light.
"We could play Pictionary," suggested Beast Boy.
"Nobody can see anything, Beast Boy," said Robin.
"We could play charades, then."
"Nobody can see anything, Beast Boy," Robin said again.
"We could play I Spy."
"NOBODY CAN SEE ANYTHING."
"OK, OK, Geez..." They sat for a few more minutes.
"We could play Round Table," suggested Raven.
"What is Round Table?" asked Starfire.
"One of us starts telling a ghost story, and then everybody else takes a turn telling the story until it's done. It's either that, or Shadow Clown."
"That depends. What is Shadow Clown?"
"It's really more of a trick than a game. One of us stands in front of a mirror, in the dark—so now would be perfect—and somebody else stands behind them. The person behind tells the story of a clown that was killed by some kids who came to his carnival. He's looking for what they stole from him—nobody really knows what it is—and they say that if you are told the story, he will come seek you out that night. The next morning, you look at your back in the same mirror, and there's a long, thin, scar running from your right shoulder blade to the small of your back."
"Perfect. A game about scars. We'll go with Round Table," Cyborg said coldly. Raven shot him an if-looks-could-kill look, even though he couldn't see it.
"What's your damage, Cyborg?" Raven asked venomously.
"My damage? MY damage? You're my damage." He stood up, shoulder-light on. Now everyone could see the if-looks-could-kill glare she was giving Cyborg.
"I'm your damage? What did I ever do to you?" Raven stood up as well.
"It's not what you did to me. It's what you've done to the team. With everybody all focused around you and your problems, we couldn't help any of the people even if we wanted to."
"If you would take your head out of your butt long enough to open your eyes and take a look at me, you'd see that I can fight just as well as anybody else here."
"I'd like to see you prove it, small fry." Beast Boy held Raven back as she tried to attack Cyborg.
"Let me go! I'll show him! Let me go!"
"Raven! Don't kill your teammates!"
"I'm not going to kill him! I'm just going to whack him a good one upside his metal head." She stopped struggling. "But nevermind, I'm not going to waste my time. I'm going to bed." She looked back at Beast Boy. "You can let go of me now," she said. The green boy blushed and removed his arms from around her waist.
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.
.
When Raven reached her room, she nearly screamed out of frustration and anger. She seized her meditation mirror. But as soon as she looked into it, a pair of red eyes stared back at her. She dropped the mirror and stepped back as shards of glass flew everywhere.
"My mirror..." She bent over and picked up one of the larger shards. Looking at her reflection in it, she still saw those red eyes. She sat down on her bed and sighed.
Raven felt a tear in her eye as she pulled back her sleeve. But it never fell. Because she didn't cut. She just put the jagged piece of glass to her wrist and pressed lightly.
She wouldn't have gotten the chance to cut even if she was planning to.
Beast Boy knocked on the door. Raven didn't answer. So he came in anyway. And he saw her with the glass poised to slit her wrist.
"Raven!" He crossed the room in about three strides and knocked the glass out of her hands. "You weren't gonna actually..."
"...No. I wasn't. I promise."
"You promise?"
"I promise. I wasn't going to do it. I just...I don't know what I was doing. But I know I wasn't going to slit my wrists."
"Is that your mirror?" asked Beast Boy, picking up the shard he had knocked aside.
"Yes. I was going to meditate when I got up here, but I saw Trigon's eyes and it scared me. So I dropped the mirror and it broke."
"Seven years of bad luck," observed Beast Boy. Raven snorted.
"I don't believe in luck."
"But you believe in evil clowns coming back to life and leaving a scar on someone's back?"
"I never said I believed that. I said it was a party trick."
"Whatever."
"I'm really going to bed this time, so can you leave?" Beast Boy stood up.
"I'll clean the glass up first, though," he said, going to get a broom.
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.
.
As per the unwritten laws of the universe, Cyborg was chewed out by Robin for all the tower to hear. Raven went to sleep feeling slightly better about the situation.
[A/N: Yay, another chapter!! Thank you to those of you who reviewed.
I would like to dedicate this chapter to my friend Dominika, who was also stopped from committing suicide.
Review answering time!
raven1322: Thank you!
Identity99: Okies...for the deal between Raven and Trigon...::clears throat:: Raven's father, who is literally the devil, is always supposedly mentally attacking Raven, trying to get her to join his side. In the comics eventually she does and ends up ruining someone's wedding...not telling whose. ::coughsrtoabrifnirecough:: Ha. See if anyone can figure that one out.
Zerin Emperess (5): O...k...o.O
Zerin Emperess (6): ditto.
Eva (5): Heehee. Am glad.
Eva (6): I plan to have more Raven/BB interaction in the next chapter...prepare for WAFFness...I dread writing this kind of stuff. But I love reading it and it helps tie the story together.
StArRy1233: Haha. I shall tell him that.
Raven-Vegeta: Power to the birds. (sorry, couldn't resist.)