Heh. I guess I forgot to put the Disclaimer in my first chapter so here it is.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans. Do I wish I did? Yes. Will I ever? No.

On with chapter two!

Chapter Two: Infatuated With Interesting Ideas.

After many hours of sweat, stomping, and hollering, the 'Jump Fest' was finally coming to a close.

Many people, still riled up, playfully joked and roughhoused till they got into their cars or walked home. Others were to tired to even stand up on their feet. Thankfully, though, they had good friends who helped them walk least the person fall asleep on the auditorium sleeping grounds. Stage crews ignored the hustle of the audience as they unhooked wires, moved speakers and instruments to their rightful cases and onto the moving trucks. Vendors, who were equally tired but happy from a successful night, packed the aroma of assorted foods into bags while others dumped the wasted edibles out back into a large garbage can. One owner of his stand looked over to see a semi-empty auditorium.

It was odd how just a few seconds ago, kids, teens, and adults were screaming at the top of their lungs, damaging their vocal chords; they would have raw, sore throats the next morning. Now it was just silence. The only noise came from backstage as Tech Crews belted out orders to one another occasionally. The aforementioned owner looked up from his current spot to see a lone teen standing at the foot of the stage, looking up at, possibly, the ceiling. Securing his cart, the man walked over to the lad and stared up with him.

"The ceiling's nice, isn't it?" Surprised at the new voice, Robin sighed and shook his head.

"I can't help it. I just feel that someone is up there, watching me." He pointed at the catwalk above.

"Thinking about that pretty lass, eh?" The man chuckled, but the boy looked down and said, "I don't know."

The vendor watched the masked teen leave and catch up with his friends. Once Robin was out of sight, the man looked up at the catwalk to see a figure leaning on the rails, looking out after the boy. He called out and the person looked down. He smiled and waved.

"Wasn't that the coolest concert ever?" Beast Boy could barely contain himself as the group of friends went out for pizza. "That band right after the first one was so awesome! I have to buy their CD and jam it on my Moped!" The green furry boy mimicked grasping handlebars and revving the engine. "The chicks would be all over me."

Everyone rolled his or her eyes. "B.B., you don't even have a Moped."

"I'm saving my allowance!"

"Of what? All you do is buy Tofu junk and Soy Milk with your money. Lord knows how you survive without meat." Cyborg lazily implied.

Robin just tuned them out as always and stared out at the streets below them from the pizzeria balcony.

"Fathead!"

"Snot face!"

"Murderer!"

"Tree hugger!"

And on they went. Who knew how many names they called each other that day. Who knows how many names someone can be called? Raven, thankfully, returned quickly with the pizzas and ordered them to eat. That didn't stop the friends though. Through mouthfuls of food, they continued their rampage on one another. Bits and pieces of the Italian food flew everywhere.

The ever-smart Goth took a seat farthest from them and joined Robin in the silence. She started to bite into a cheese slice when the girl noticed her friend not eating.

"Robin, Pizza's ready."

"Hmmm...."

"It's getting cold."

"Yeah..."

"You have to pay the tab."

"...okay."

The Goth was slightly peeved. She hadn't seen him like this before and it bothered her. Well, it only bothered her because she didn't want to sit and watch Cyborg and Beast Boy battle with half-eaten food. Currently though, they were trying to force feed one another their own pizza type. The outcome was smears of grease covering their faces and clothes. Raven sighed and closed her eyes. Silence issued for a brief second before she spoke:

"Love at first sight will never work."

Robin whipped his head around and faced the speaker. He calmed when he saw the dark girl. "It freaks me out when you do that Raven." She smirked. "Good." He picked up a slice of his own order. "How do you know though. About love at first sight I mean." Raven furrowed her brow and ate a bite. "Experience. I've seen people fall in love and find the cold truth about their beloved. Horrible creatures some humans are."

"Have you felt it though?"

"Felt what?" Raven stared at him.

"Love..."

Closing her eyes, she turned her head away and swallowed another bite. "No." She responded promptly. Robin nodded and stayed silent. He couldn't help but think about that girl. He bet she was pretty, but that was only an estimate. Vision from a far off distance can alter significantly to one minds' eye. He just hoped that his acute sight wasn't as bad as he thought.

He couldn't shift his eyes away from the mysterious girl. A cesspool of flowing, red hair cascaded down her back and around her face as she leaned onto the railing. She seemed tall and lean, with a purple outfit and short skirt. That was all he could see.

That was all he could see...and he wanted to see more.

"Hey guys check this baby out!"

The pizza fight over, the green boy puffed out his chest proudly and rummaged through his pack nearby. Pulling out a CD case, he placed it onto the table for his friends to see.

It was a simple cover. A planet covered most of the page as the black universe with its never ceasing stars painted into the foray. Above the picture were strange symbols, curving in an intricate pattern that mesmerized the eyes.

"What's with the foreign language?" Cyborg picked up the case and peered closely at it. Flipping it around to the back he stared wide-eyed and dropped his jaw. He quickly, and carefully, placed the CD back down. "No. No way dude. That has to be a ripped copy. How could you ever get Blackfire's Limited Edition, Lyrics Included, Story-of-how-she-became-a- rock-star Gold CD?" Robin was stunned as Raven looked like she could care less.

"I've been saving my allowance." Beast Boy grinned.

"You are one cool brotha, B.B." Cyborg said. A new conversation began, about Blackfire this time, as Robin picked up the case, took out the booklet and inspected it. Pictures, pictures everywhere of the singer herself in various poses and stages around America...No...the world! The lyrics to some of her songs overlapped some photos and he couldn't help himself but read some.

Word after word, line after line and song after song, Robin was entranced at the flawless usage of lyrical writing. He could vividly remember how a song went with the beat, at what pitch this word was said or how long the chord was sustained. The teen finally read the last line of the final posted song (it was a thick little book so it took a bit of time.) and gazed at the bottom.

- S.F.

It was a signature.

Raising a brow he caught the attention of his fellow 'Titans' and pointed out his finding.

"Dude, are those supposed to Blackfire's initials? I hope she isn't illiterate or something and that it's just a typo you know?" Beast Boy took back the pamphlet and squeezed his eyes at the mysterious writing. "Do you think someone else does her lyrics?" Cyborg said, putting in his thoughts.

Raven shook her head and studied the pamphlet herself. "No, it says that she does them all herself. See, here." Flipping the book around so that it faced the group, her index finger rested on a quote in the introduction paragraph.

When asked about her style of lyrical writing, she responded, "Of course I write all my own songs. It's just a part of talent that I use to my advantage."

A beat.

Robin frowned. "I don't believe it."

"Huh?!?"

"You heard me! I don't believe her. She may be a great singer but there isn't anyway someone like her could come up with something so...so..."

"So pure, so innocent, yet so intense?" Quipped Beast Boy.

"Exactly! I bet whoever this S.F. is, they're the one who wrote these," he gestured to the words on various pages, "and is trying to get some kind of justification." Robin placed the booklet back in the case and slid it across the table towards the green furry teen. He grabbed his pack and was about to leave before a huge hand rested on his shoulder.

"You're getting worked up over somethin' Robin. Care to explain?" Cyborg gestured grandly to his friends' recently unoccupied seat. Raven sat nonchalant while Beast Boy cocked his head in question. Robin hesitated for a second, and sat down once more.

"All right. Promise me though, you won't say anything or tease me?"

"I promise dude."

"Promise."

"Whatever."

Taking a breath, the masked teen of the Titans began his tale.

How would you explain a perfect day?

A golden sun to warm you. A slight, cool breeze to flow around you. The birds, ever the nature's musicians, singing their hearts out to one another as they swooped and flew through the air. One bird chased its mate around as the daredevils dove and pivoted in mid-flight, almost teasing one another in a 'can't-catch-me' game. After a while, the love birds (no pun intended) perched onto a branch, hidden in the dense foliage of a tree.

Kory sighed.

She had watched the pair of flying animals until they hid from view in the tree nearby to her. She looked down at the table in front, then out to the lawn beyond the wooden bench. The yard was immensely huge with green, soft grass covering the ground. Trees every now and then, dotted the space while many bushes covered near a path that led from the gate, to the bench, and finally to the elaborate house behind her. Or should I say...mansion.

A white, beautifully modern mansion stood in all its glory atop a hill from Jump City. The driveway was by all means long, as it led up to a garage that housed three expensive cars, (never to be used, only for show) two motorcycles and one limo. Blackfire wouldn't travel in anything less.

On the inside, it was spacious enough to hold two ballroom dance floors and have plenty of room for tables, guests, a full-ensemble orchestra and refreshments. A staircase to the left, with ivory handles, lead straight up to various other rooms of grand nature and style. To the right was a lavish open hallway structure that led to the kitchen and den. Along the hallway were pictures of famous modern rock stars, and at the very end, was a painting portrait of Blackfire herself. This was only when someone stepped through the front doors.

Around the premises of the whole mansion itself was a fifteen to twenty foot wall.

That's what Kory hated the most.

Even in the large mansion or backyard, she felt cramped. The 'prison walls' as she sometimes called them, blocked her view of the vast Jump City below. From her balcony though, she could see it's light twinkle and fade as people rushed out of offices to their homes as lights flickered on when one had reached their final destination. The bustle of the city excited her from time to time. She wanted to be free; wishing to take a sledgehammer and pound the walls to dust and then have a picnic with close friends invited.

If only somebody outside the walls knew her.

The redhead watched as the birds twittered and flew off again. 'I wish I could just fly away...'

"Kory! Miss Kory!"

She looked down from the catwalk to see the mass of people waiting for the concert to start. If she could, she would eye them one by one, but due to the extreme population, that was rather hard to do. Instead, her eyes gazed over to a food stand owned by a vendor who was a friend of hers. Keith was a tall man with wavy sandy blonde hair and a muscular build. A charming smile too.

"LADIIIIIEEEEES AND GENTLEMAN! LET'S GET READY TO RUUUUMBLLLLLLLEEE!!!"

Kory ignored the overplayed voice and suddenly caught something curious. He was leaning on to Keith's stand and looking straight at her! Her heart skipped a beat. The teen had jet-black hair that was slightly spiked with an odd mask covering his eyes. He seemed cool and composed from where she noticed him. Then, something strange entered her mind. She thought he was...handsome.

Blushing furiously, Kory quickly made her exit off the catwalk and down the stairs where her sister would be waiting.

"Ah, Miss Kory, there you are! I was a bit worried for a moment." Keith lumbered up behind her but she didn't seem to take notice. He was surprised. She usually greeted him with a bear hug (the girl was unnaturally strong) and a quick question of how he was. But while she sat there, staring off into who knows what, it worried him a bit. Quietly taking a seat beside her he tried to gaze in the direction her eyes were.

"Beautiful wall isn't it?"

Kory gasped and snapped her head to him. "Oh, you scared me." She simply stated, and then went back into deep thought. Bells and whistles were screeching and pounding in the man's head. He knew something was wrong and he kept quite a cool aura while his mind was racing a mile a minute. Keith just stared at her for a few more moments. He smiled.

"Thinking about that handsome lad aren't you?" He chuckled and elbowed Kory playfully in the side. She finally gave a genuine smile back at him.

"It is hard not to. I only saw him once and even at a far perspective at that. I can't even finish a song anymore without my thoughts being interrupted by his face...his mask..."

"I think its love at first sight! No matter how far away!" The vendor grinned and joked. "You know what you should do? You should write a slow song. Some famous rock bands do it and people love them!" He gestured wildly, mimicking a crazed fan-girl. His reward was a giggle from Kory. "That is a possibility! I will take your words to heart and start immediately!" She jumped to her feet and turned to leave. It was a wonderful idea of Keiths. She would use the boy she saw as a sort of...muse, an inspiration.

"Hey..."

Kory stopped and turned around.

"Don't let these walls get you down. They're only a small obstacle in your life. You'll get over them." Keith winked and softly smiled. The girl smiled brightly and almost tackled the man in a bear hug, crushing the air from his lungs.

"Wahahahahaha!!!"

"I thought I said no laughing."

"You said teasing and talking! Not laughing! Hee-hee-hee!"

Robin huffed at his 'friends'. Raven, of course, was the only one not laughing. She had learned from her ability before, about Robin's story. "You have my sympathy since you won't stop hearing about this."

"Gee...thanks."

Beast Boy has stopped pounding the table long enough to catch his breath. Cyborg got up from falling off of his chair. The two giggled a little longer before they composed themselves and decided it was time to leave. It was getting rather late.

"Hey man, we were just havin' fun. No hard feelings right?" Cyborg said. The Titans stopped at a crosswalk signal, waiting for the go-ahead to cross.

"No hard feelings." Robin responded. What was he getting all worked up about anyway? What Beast Boy had said earlier was right.

"There were possibly thousands of babes there tonight dude! I doubt one would stick out like a sore thumb. Plus, it's gonna be hard to track her down."

It was a good point, but why couldn't he stop thinking about her! It was practically driving him insane!

Who was she? She was some type of mystery that Robin was itching to find out. Only, if only, their eyes hadn't met he wouldn't be obsessing like this. But why would he care anyway? He had made eye contact with hundreds of people today and he didn't seem to become the least bit interested in who they were. If there was one thing that plagued Robin the most, it was an unsolved dilemma.

Raven noticed her friends troubled mind. "If she was up on a catwalk, wouldn't that mean she worked back there off-stage? It would seem thoughtless not to give your sister a job." The little white man lighted up and the group headed across the street. Unintentionally, the masked teens' eyes drifted to the mansion above the city. "The man said that she was Blackfire's sister. It would seem pretty heartless. Maybe I could ask someone up there if I could see her again."

"Oh yeah, and why don't you just ask her to marry her in the process." Cyborg chuckled.

"Well how about sneaking up to her room?"

The Titans whirled around to see a tall man in his thirties standing behind them, smiling.

"I know you..."

"I'm Keith, personal...uh...friend of Blackfire. You are that boy from the other night, yes?" Keith held out his hand.

Robin took his hand and shook. "Yes. How did you find me?"

"It was luck I suppose. I overheard you talking and couldn't believe it. You seemed pretty intrigued about Blackfire already, huh?"

The other males of the group nudged one another. "You bet he is. Couldn't stop talking about her at the pizzeria."

Beast Boy chuckled. "We were only half listening though. His mouth kept moving but all I heard was 'blah, blah, blah.'"

The masked teen glared daggers at the two. "So anyway, what do you mean by 'sneaking in'?"

"Exactly what I meant. I help you sneak in and you get to see that mysterious girl again."

"Are you crazy? We would die a horrible and unnatural death if we were caught!" Beast Boy gasped. "What if they make me eat...meat! Oh cruel fate! To take me away from my beloved Tofu!" He fell to his knees and shook his fists towards the sky.

The group sweat-dropped and Cyborg leaned in. "He has issues." He whispered.

Keith nodded. "So? How about it lad?"

Naturally Robin wanted to jump all over the question in a 'Yes!', but instead, he looked at Raven for an answer. Sometimes, when he didn't know what to do with a situation, he turned towards her guidance. The teens' unnatural ability to read 'vibes', helped Robin in some pretty tight spots. Getting people to trust you was easy, and hard, these days. You never know what kind of psychopath is living next door. Raven didn't seem to sense anything wrong, much to Robin's delight. She nodded.

"Perfect! Meet me tomorrow three blocks away from the mansion and one hour before sunset. There should be a little park nearby with a black picnic table. Oh, and bring a stereo too. I'll supply the music!" With that, Keith was off, headed towards the mansion no doubt.

The Titans stared off in the direction he left for a beat.

"Well looks like Robin has a date!"

It was a quiet, comfy room to be in. A small fan overhead pulsed the airflow downward to cool off its occupant. Some newspaper clippings hung onto various spaces of his walls. Stories and tales of the Titans work, their heroics and kindness. Other clippings held enemy articles. The occupant of the room wasn't paying any attention to a single cutout. Instead, he was bent over his desk with the lamp on, reading a little, thick pamphlet.

His eyes grazed over the lyrics again and again.

- S.F.

Who was S.F.?

Robin's mind was clouded. His thoughts switched back and forth from the plan that was to take place tomorrow, the mysterious girl named Kory, and then to the signature. He couldn't wait to meet the girl, but he was a little apprehensive about sneaking into a rock stars mansion. That was partially what was keeping him awake. He wondered if the other sister sang. Since they were of the same blood, Robin bet Kory's voice was just as spectacular.

"I've seen people fall in love and find the cold truth about their beloved. Horrible creatures some humans are."

Snapping his head up, the teen shook the thought from his mind.

"How can they not be horrible." He spoke to a wall.

Groaning from exhaustion, Robin finally decided that it was time to get some sleep. He placed his hands behind his head, waiting for the sandman.

All the while, he stared at the ceiling.

Keith was right...it did look kind of nice.

(End Chapter.)

Hope everyone liked this installment! I hope to have chapter three up by Saturday or sooner.

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