A/N: Hihi! Back again, just as promised. So, uh... I just read (well, more
like looked over) my other chapters, and is it just me, or is it kinda hard
to read? I dunno, and my italics haven't been showing up... maybe it's just
my computer, I dunno, but from here on out, thoughts will be in single
quotations. If it's bothering y'all, then I'll go back and edit the
chappies, but if not... then I'm just far too lazy and can't be bothered.
Your call, really.
I'm glad you guys liked the Cyborg stuff... I like him, he's more deep than most people give him credit for. Robin, too. Actually... I love them all! I'm going to try to do stuff with all the characters, but still keep Raven and Beast Boy as the main characters. But that's enough outta me... Anyways, enjoy chapter four, "Inviting Trouble Part 2" of the ongoing series, "Oh, My Pretty Kitty."
'There's waaay too much crap in here...' Beast Boy mused as he dug through an exceptionally large pile of, well, junk.
Tossing stuffed animals, video games and smelly old socks over his shoulder, the morph searched for appropriate mall attire. Unlike the other Titans, it wasn't so much that he wanted to blend in and not be recognized as much as it was he wanted to look good for his gushing, adoring fans. Why they would want to hide their identity, he would never know... In fact, the only two that could possibly pretend to be plain, ordinary people were Raven and Robin. And even then, Raven might be recognized due to that gem thingy on her forehead. What was it called? Oh yea... a chakra. Seriously, did Cyborg think people wouldn't notice a metal face? And Starfire? Not only is she waaaay taller than a normal girl, but her eyes were totally green- even where they should be white. What was she gonna do, where sunglasses? Well, maybe...
"Where's that damn shirt?!" Beast Boy angrily asked himself.
Growling in horrible aggravation, he practically swam through his filth littering the floor. Maneuvering with an ease only an experienced slob (or acrobat) could, he made his way over the piles upon piles of comic books, a small mountain of video games, several plates that had once held pizza, two forks, a razor blade covered in old frothy shaving cream and finally leapt over an old beaten up black swivel chair to land with a clumsy sort of grace onto the lower bunk of his bed. (A/N: Heh... I just described my bedroom...)
Sighing, Beast Boy knocked several pillows out of the way and discovered a half eaten bag of potato chips.
"Score!" the green teen immediately dove into the stale food. "Hmm, maybe I can see all my junk better from here," he frowned in thought.
Forgetting the bed above him, he raised himself in order to gain a better view of his room only to ram him head directly into a wooden beam.
"Son of a bi- uh?" he rubbed the lump growing on his skull and began to swear, but stopped himself as something caught his eye. "All right! I KNEW I'd find it!"
Wedged in between the upper bunk's mattress and the beam was a small purple t-shirt. Immediately stripping himself of his itchy spandex uniform, the changeling pulled the garment over his head and rolled onto the floor, once again beginning a search. This time, he needed some pants...
A much easier find, Beast Boy found a pair of black jeans crumpled in a loose ball underneath his bed. Lying on the floor, he quickly wriggled into them, squirming as he zipped the fly. Flipping himself over easily, he crawled through his squalor to a dresser near the wall, where he found several pairs of shoes kicked underneath it. Popping a squat, he decided on the pair of Converse All-Stars. He flopped back onto his bed and childishly crammed his feet into them one at a time. Slowly, he tied his shoes with only a small amount of difficulty. Deciding his outfit was complete, he pushed back for momentum and then jumped across the room, landing in front of a full-length vanity mirror. The boy checked himself up and down, and then burst into a full smile.
"Oh, yea. TOTAL babe magnet," he nodded at his reflection. "And now for some sprucing."
He inched his way over his things so as not to hurt them and headed in the direction of the door. Then realization hit him.
"Oh, duh... can't forget this," he grabbed his wallet off the dresser and shoved it into his back pocket with one hand and used the other to clip it to his belt loop. With that, he literally hopped out of his room and contently rounded the corner in the direction of the bathroom.
Robin stared back at his reflection in the mirror. He raised an unsatisfied eyebrow at it, and then readjusted his hair for approximately the twentieth time. He then stopped and glared at his unruly hair once again. He dunked his hand once again into the tub of thick, blue gunk and rubbed his bare hands together. The boy wonder thrust his fingers into his mane once again and re-spiked his hair. His hair was so full of thick gel, it looked almost wet. He glared at himself once again, still not satisfied with what glared right back at him. A deep throttle growl escaped past his gritted teeth and he just balled his fists and rubbed his hair in a thrashing, maniacal motion. Once his aggression was released, he looked back up into the mirror. Somehow, his hair settled down and pointed in the directions he wanted it to.
"Huh," he watched himself blink in disbelief. "Didn't expect that to work..."
He turned his gaze to the faucet and turned it to release a cold stream of clear water. After rinsing the excess goop from his hands, he turned the faucet back to its original position and dried his hands on a nearby blue hand towel.
"Lookin' good," he reassured himself before sliding open the bathroom door. Standing just outside door was his green teammate, Beast Boy.
"Hey, Rob," the green one greeted him.
"Hey," he returned the gesture. "How do I look?"
Beast Boy checked him over. The Batman's protégé wore a red hooded sweatshirt and a pair of cut-off, ratty denim shorts complete with a pair of old, gray skating shoes. The one-man zoo chuckled as Robin pulled out a pair of black sunglasses and replaced his mask with them in the blink of an eye.
"Like Joe Schmoe," he replied. "But the shades make you look kind of suspicious..."
Though the glasses covered them, Robin made it obvious he had narrowed his eyes.
"I was serious."
"So was I," Beast Boy clapped his friend on the back as he passed him and entered the bathroom.
The door closed behind him and he gazed into the mirror, glaring at himself in a similar fashion to Robin.
"Is that a ZIT?!" he suddenly yelled frantically. He flipped on the light switch and leaned over the sink for a better view.
"Nope, just a chip..." he sighed in relief, flicking the morsel from his cheek.
He then opened the medicine cabinet. Shaving cream, several razors, a couple toothbrushes, a bottle of Advil, some hair mousse and a crusty bottle of Nair fell out of it and fell upon him in a violent barrage.
'Bad move...' he noted mentally.
Merely shoving aside the vicious hygiene products, Beast Boy reached far into the depths of the cabinet and pulled out his bottle of L'Oreal strong hold gel. He popped the cap off and squirted a little bit in his cupped palm and began to work his magic. However, he did so a little too elaborately and his elbow made contact with Robin's tub-o-gel and knocked it over. This, naturally, took the overreacting green bean by surprise and he flipped out.
"AHH!" he screamed and flailed his arms around, watching helplessly as the blue goo began to engulf a purple toothbrush.
'How can he put this crud in his HAIR?'
He frantically began to sweep the gel back into the cylindrical tub. He gingerly picked the toothbrush and dipped it under the rushing faucet. After a moment or two of worry, the morph decided he had cleaned up enough, and pried the sliding door open. He stepped out into the hall and heaved a heavy sigh of relief.
"What are you doing with my toothbrush?" a monotonous voice demanded.
Immediately perking up in shock, Beast Boy's eyes widened and Raven's narrowed as the two sets made contact.
"N-nothing!" he quickly flipped it over his shoulder and it clinked into the sink.
"I see... what were you doing in there? It smells like cheap hair gel..." she wrinkled her nose and tried to look past him in an attempt to find a clue.
"Just fixin' my hair," he regained his composure and waggled his eyebrows at her, "Ya know, wanna look good for the ladies."
"Of course..." she frowned skeptically and folded her arms across her low-cut black t-shirt.
Beast Boy turned to close the door and began to take off down the hall, but not before he took a moment to notice Raven's tight jeans and the way her shirt really flattered her cleavage.
"Not lookin' bad yourself," he commented.
This, of course, caused her to turn her look away. Though she tried to fight it, she felt a slightly warm, tingling sensation crawling up her cheeks.
"You coming down or what?" he asked her after he was already half way down the hall. "We're leaving in a minute!"
"Um... yea. I'm coming,"
Raven tagged behind the boy slightly, but only until he got aggravated with the shadow and waited for her to catch up. The two made the rest of the way down the hall and into the kitchen where the others were already waiting for them.
"All right, we're all here!" Cyborg announced, looking rather odd in his street clothes. He had donned an enormous gray sweatshirt and a pair of plain jeans that, although they were absolutely huge, looked a little tight on him.
"Glorious! Then we may now depart for the mall of shopping?" asked Starfire, who had decided on a form fitting knee length purple sundress, green flip flops and a tiny silver hand bag.
"Yup, let's get going," Robin agreed and began to usher everyone into the garage, where they all piled into the T-Car.
Cyborg stuck the key in the ignition and went over the mind-numbingly boring rules of riding in his "baby."
"Dude..." Beast Boy snapped out of his stupor, "Just shut up and drive!"
After shooting his best friend a nasty look, the metal man turned back around and complied.
Raven sat in the front seat gazing out the window, 'This is gonna be a long day...'
Aside from the constant arguing between the boys and Starfire trying to play the mediator, it was a fairly uneventful car ride. Approximately ten minutes after their departure, our heroes reached their destination. Approximately ten minutes after that, Cyborg had finally finished locking up and polishing his prized possession and the teens had made their way into the mall.
"Soo... we'll all just meet up here in a couple hours, then?" Beast Boy suggested.
"Yea," Robin agreed with him. "Once we're done shopping, we should all meet up back at this entrance. Everybody remember where we are?"
"Yea, yea, sure, sure..." Beast Boy had already begun to wander away.
He stepped into the deep sea of clothing racks covered in colorful shirts, rugged denim jeans and various jackets. He brushed against the material as he idly wandered up and down the rows, not especially paying attention to the clothing articles.
'Clothes stores are so boring...' he sighed loudly to himself. 'How do I get out of here?'
Aggravated that he agreed to go clothes shopping, Beast Boy plotted his great escape to the rest of the mall. Cutting through the clothes the same way a hiker would cut through brush, the changeling ended up in the aisle. Darting his head around, he finally spotted his light at the end of the tunnel. He followed the warm red glow of the exit sign like a sailor following the North Star until he approached the mall entrance. (A/N: These comparisons are startin to freak me out... so I'm gonna stop.) A broad smile gracing his green face, he stepped into the hustle and bustle of the mall area. With a new and less bored outlook, Beast Boy began to wander the stores.
The hustling and bustling crowd parted as a large metallic teen searched for a directory.
'Jeez... and I thought the clothes would help with the weird stares,' Cyborg thought to himself after a little girl ran away from the mall map when he approached.
"Oh, well..." he sighed.
'Hmmm... Big 'n Tall, Big 'n Tall, Big 'n Tall...' he mused until he came upon something more interesting. 'Or better yet... a tailor!'
The half man half machine grinned to himself, pleased with his discovery. He turned from his spot and began to stroll away in the direction of the tailor's shop. He walked a ways, blissfully unaware of people trying desperately not to gawk at his disfigurement, and soon came upon the sign in front of the tailor. Before he entered, however, something caught his eye. It was the unmistakable green flesh of his companion.
'What's Saladhead doin' in front of that Body Shop?' Cyborg asked himself. Deciding the boy was just stopping for a look, he shook his head and went inside to see if this tailor could help him with his needs.
A pair of twinkling, impressionable green eyes gazed at a sign that read "Chicks Dig Piercings!" Beneath the writing, Beast Boy drooled on a picture of a heavily pierced man with three girls wearing the tiniest tube tops and miniest skirts he had ever seen clinging on to him.
'Piercings mean chicks, huh?' Beast Boy schemed as he stroked his chin with his index finger and thumb. He quickly checked his wallet for cash.
"All right, I'll do it!" he strolled into the shop.
The first thing he saw upon entry was a young girl in her mid twenties sitting on a large leather chair with her pant leg rolled up. A stocky, bald man in a leather jacket sat upon a stool hunched over her leg. In his hand he clutched a large needle attached to a long black tube. He expertly was illustrating a pattern of thorny roses wrapping around her leg.
The morph shuddered slightly at the sight of the needle swiftly entering and exiting her limb, leaving color behind. Just then, something warm made contact with his shoulder.
"Yaaah!" he nearly jumped out of his skin as he spun around to face the offender.
The girl blinked, taken aback, and removed her hand from Beast Boy's shoulder.
"Whoa, dude... didn't mean to scare ya," she apologized, tossing a lock of hot pink hair out of the way.
Beast Boy scanned her up and down before responding to her. Though her bright hair was long in the front, the back of her head had been shaved to a buzz cut. She wore a green stud in her nose, and a matching green barbell in her belly button that could be seen underneath her black, mesh top. He noticed he was staring when she lifted a thin eyebrow at him from beneath her thick black eye make-up.
"I was just gonna say the green look it way cool," she continued. "What kind of hair dye do you use?"
"Hair dye?"
"Yea, man," a guy dressed in a black t-shirt and black shorts and about as many earrings as hairs on his head approached the two from behind the counter. "Give us a name brand- plenty of people would buy that color!"
"Oh, actually... I don't dye my hair!" he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, "It's all natural."
"Whoa, that's even cooler!" the pink haired girl nodded vigorously in approval.
"So, what can we help you with today?" the one clad entirely in black propped his elbow on the counter and laid his chin in his cupped palm. "You look like the kinda guy who's here he get his tongue forked, right? And don't worry... we're completely certified."
He pointed to the degree hanging behind them on the wall when he saw Beast Boy flinch.
"Um, no... I don't need to get my tongue forked. I can already do that myself," the morph explained as he split his tongue and stuck it out at the two.
"This guy just keeps getting cooler!" the pink haired girl's eyes dazzled in amazement, causing Beast Boy to go a slight shade of pink, himself.
"Besides..." she continued. "I can just TELL he wants a lip ring. Right?"
"I don't think a lip ring's my kind of thing..." he politely declined.
"Then what ARE you here for?" the two demanded simultaneously as they leaned forward.
"I just wanted to get my ear pierced, I guess," he shrugged.
"Tell you what..." the girl began, "we're having a special all this week. People with talents like yours get their first piercing or tattoo, and then get a second one free!"
"Sounds cool! I'll just get two piercings, in my ear then. I don't wanna get TOO crazy with it," Beast Boy agreed cautiously.
"Actually, we're kinda losing a bit of cash on this special. I guess the boss didn't think there were that many freaks in this city- No offense, man!" the guy tried to cover his slip of the tongue.
"Well, actually... you're the third kid today," the girl explained as she prepared the earring gun with the studs. "We had two girls, earlier."
"Really?" asked the ever curious elf as he sat down on one of the silver stools by the counter.
"Yea..." she recollected, wiping a disinfectant cloth on his left lobe. "The one girl was way tall. Taller than most guys, even... she had to be over six feet! Way long hair, too. Dunno how she could stand to have that much... pretty red color though... And her eyes? Man, they were hella cool, they were completely green! I mean, your eyes are pretty green, man, but these didn't even have that white part! They were ALL green. Kinda eerie."
Beast Boy blinked in shock- this girl had given a perfect description of Starfire!
"A-and the other girl?" he asked shakily.
She noticed him stutter, "No need to worry hunny, this won't hurt a bit. Anyways, she looked pretty normal. She was fairly petite- especially next to that other girl! She must've dyed it that way, but she had her hair this really pretty purple color. And she had purple eyes, too... I wonder if that was real or those weird color contacts? Right, but she had this gem right in the middle of her forehead. She picked up the barbells the two wanted with her mind! Talk about weird magic... anyways, they were cool chicks."
Before he knew it was happening, she shot the two studs into his ear lobe and replaced the gun back into its proper shelf.
He hissed in pain slightly before asking, "How long ago were they here?"
"Why you so interested, kiddo?" asked the guy. "You know 'em or somethin'? Well... it was about a half hour ago, I guess. Not too long ago."
"Thanks..." Beast Boy replied in a stupor, not understanding what Starfire and Raven of all people would want in a Body Shop.
He placed several bills into the girl's hand, and stumbled back out into the mall area. Upon approaching the directory, he spotted an arcade.
'Alright! That'll take my mind off things...' he decided.
Tracing his finger along the path needed to get there, he soon discovered that he would need to venture through yet another department store to get to the other side of the mall.
"Who's stupid idea was it to put a SEARS in the MIDDLE of the mall??" he demanded angrily.
Admitting his defeat to himself, the elf trotted on his way. Upon entering SEARS, he felt a dull throb begin to engulf his left ear. Determined to get out of there fast, he scanned the premises for an exit sign. The dull red light shone like a beacon what seemed like a thousand miles away. Plotting an escape root, Beast Boy determined the quickest way out was through the lingerie section. Not stopping to think of the consequences of being caught by a girl in the panty section, the changeling moved forward and onward with the thoughts of Soul Caliber II in his mind. 'Must not look, must not look must not look...' he mentally scolded himself. 'Well... just a peek won't hurt... hehehe...' The green teen's eyes began to wander as he felt his jaw drop slowly at the sight of lacy black brassieres. Suddenly, all thoughts of girls were replaced by a sharp pain in his head. Vaguely aware that he had been hit upside the head, he turned to face the culprit. "Raven?" he faced her confusedly and wiped a speck of drool from his chin. Indeed it was Raven, but instead of her usual calm demeanor, her shoulders heaved erratically in fury. "WHAT are you doing here?!" she demanded venomously. Flinching and knowing she would strike again, he blindly grabbed the first thing he felt and attempted to use it as a shield. "Jeez! Don't get your panties in a knot!" Her gaze was diverted to the object in his hands, and her eyes narrowed dangerously. He looked down to see what had offended her so, and gasped in shock to see a tiny thong with little cherries on it in his hand. "Eep," he stated thickly and crammed it back onto its shelf. "Ya know, I should be asking what YOU'RE doing here," he crossed his arms slyly. "I, um... uh-"she blushed slightly and hid her arms behind her back. "Whatcha got there?" he tried to catch her playfully. "Beast Boy, don't! Stop!" she pleaded, backing away from him. "I heard don't stop in there," he waggled his eyebrows mischievously and grabbed for one of her arms. Pulling it forward, he saw her clutching a white, plastic bag. "What's in the bag?" he asked stupidly. "Um, it's uh..." she muttered helplessly as he opened it up. Inside, his eyes set on several multi-hued, curved barbells and a receipt. "Oh, duh... I forgot! I went to that body shop, "he exclaimed with a look of realization on his face, "and they told me there were these two girls there earlier and gave a perfect description of you and Starfire!" "Soo..?" Raven nervously tried to back away from her pursuer. Getting caught wasn't exactly her strong suit... "So I got my ear pierced!" he pointed proudly at his throbbing, swollen ear. (A/N: This will not be the last time I use these words, wahaha! ahem Continuing on...) "How..." she searched for an appropriate word,"...cute." She cringed slightly. 'Score! Thank you, poster,' the elf mentally congratulated himself. "So... what did you get pierced?" he asked. "Well, it was Starfire's idea..." she began to explain. "She said something about wanting to experience all Earthly customs, and got her belly button pierced. And those weirdos in there insisted we were 'cool'" she flexed her index and middle fingers of her free hand, "and said we got a second piercing for free. But Starfire said the first one hurt too much, and she didn't want the other one. So I felt bad for her and I used her free piercing." "But that doesn't tell me what you pierced," She sighed in defeat and lifted her shirt slightly to reveal a dark blue barbell through her belly button. "Hey, that looks really good on you!" he complimented genuinely. "Does this mean you're gonna start wearin' shirts to show that off?" he once again waggled his eyebrows. Raven immediately pulled her shirt back down and coldly stated, "I should hardly think so." Rolling his eyes, Beast Boy noticed she kept her other hand still hidden behind her back. "Whatcha hidin'?" he squinted at her. "N-nothing!" her eyes widened in terror. Obviously she had hoped he wouldn't notice. Quickly snatching what she had concealed from him out of her hands, both Beast Boy and Raven blushed slightly. Gawking, Beast Boy came face to face with several pairs of very sexy, sheer black panties. Thrusting her things back into her hands, Beast Boy shamefully stared down at his feet. "Sorry, Raven! I, I didn't know... I'm so sorry, really!" he apologized profusely. All too shocked to go 'Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos' on his ass, Raven stood blankly staring at him. "I'll, um... I'll make it up to you! ...Somehow," he concluded. She blinked at him, wondering what more could possibly go wrong, and deciding these were further reasons for hating the mall. "Uhhh... I'll buy those for you!" he thought up stupidly, not thinking correctly. "NO!" she yelled. "There's just something terribly wrong with a male roommate buying panties for a girl." "Okay, well..." he tried to think quickly, "then how does a Chai Freeze sound?" He looked at her hopefully, and then added, "And we'll never speak of this again. How's that sound?" Thinking for a moment, and seeing the genuine look in his eyes, Raven's face softened ever so slightly, "Actually... that sounds... nice." Breathing a loud sigh of relief, Beast Boy wiped the sweat from his brow, "Phew... well, come on. We've gotta meet Robin and the others by that entrance soon."
Nodding silently, Raven walked briskly to keep up with his longer strides. The two walked in silence, but it was less awkward than either of them had anticipated.
A/N: I know, I know... the ending's kinda lame. But shut up. I didn't want to do any completely pointless writing. But anyways... this was up far later than I had anticipated. Sorry! But I have good reason for that... I was half way finished, and decided to take a break, right? Well, that's when my mom decided to go all psycho and completely clean out the room we keep the computer in! Like, ever inch of it! It was awful... so then as soon as she's done freaking out, I went out with some of the kids and we were doing bike tricks in the streets... and I decided to fall off and scrape my entire elbow off! Pfft... and right in front of a group of people. The bastards laughed at me... jerks. But anyways... I luckily didn't break anything, but there was literally no skin left on the tip of my elbow. Yes, that's right folks, I lost my wenis! (The skin on the tip of your elbow is called the wenis. Seriously!) So what does that have to do with a late update? Well... I couldn't move my right arm at all for a few days there! You're lucky I'm typing now; it's slow and painful, lol... It didn't stop bleeding for three hours.... :-/ Now it's a three-inch scab and feels like a basketball. Eww... Anyways, enough about my injuries. I should have chapter five up in a short while- for real this time! I really like what I have planned for it... there's some freaky action and romance in store! sees the kinky images running through the readers heads No, no, sickos! The action and romance are two separate topics. At least... in the next chapter. Bwahaha!
So how about that new episode, "Betayal?" Don't get me wrong or anything... but it wasn't all I had hoped it would be. Oh, well, it was still fookingly awesome. That part where Beast Boy goes "THIS is the greatest pie in the history of pie" had me pissing my pants, I laughed so hard! Well... not literally... but not because it was funny. See, I used to be in this cooking class, and we made pie this one time. Then I brought it to my next period class, and this big fat guy (lol) I'm friends with ate it, and said those exact words! So comparing BB with a fat guy just tickled my funny bone. Oh, and when Slade tells BB Terra never really liked him... well, he's right! Wahaha... see, in the comix, she uh, had this relationship with him, along with being his apprentice. Which is really nasty, considering he's old enough to be her grandfather... gross. Anyways... as always, REVIEW!!! Puh- leeeeze? I wuv you all!
Slan, Kelly
I'm glad you guys liked the Cyborg stuff... I like him, he's more deep than most people give him credit for. Robin, too. Actually... I love them all! I'm going to try to do stuff with all the characters, but still keep Raven and Beast Boy as the main characters. But that's enough outta me... Anyways, enjoy chapter four, "Inviting Trouble Part 2" of the ongoing series, "Oh, My Pretty Kitty."
'There's waaay too much crap in here...' Beast Boy mused as he dug through an exceptionally large pile of, well, junk.
Tossing stuffed animals, video games and smelly old socks over his shoulder, the morph searched for appropriate mall attire. Unlike the other Titans, it wasn't so much that he wanted to blend in and not be recognized as much as it was he wanted to look good for his gushing, adoring fans. Why they would want to hide their identity, he would never know... In fact, the only two that could possibly pretend to be plain, ordinary people were Raven and Robin. And even then, Raven might be recognized due to that gem thingy on her forehead. What was it called? Oh yea... a chakra. Seriously, did Cyborg think people wouldn't notice a metal face? And Starfire? Not only is she waaaay taller than a normal girl, but her eyes were totally green- even where they should be white. What was she gonna do, where sunglasses? Well, maybe...
"Where's that damn shirt?!" Beast Boy angrily asked himself.
Growling in horrible aggravation, he practically swam through his filth littering the floor. Maneuvering with an ease only an experienced slob (or acrobat) could, he made his way over the piles upon piles of comic books, a small mountain of video games, several plates that had once held pizza, two forks, a razor blade covered in old frothy shaving cream and finally leapt over an old beaten up black swivel chair to land with a clumsy sort of grace onto the lower bunk of his bed. (A/N: Heh... I just described my bedroom...)
Sighing, Beast Boy knocked several pillows out of the way and discovered a half eaten bag of potato chips.
"Score!" the green teen immediately dove into the stale food. "Hmm, maybe I can see all my junk better from here," he frowned in thought.
Forgetting the bed above him, he raised himself in order to gain a better view of his room only to ram him head directly into a wooden beam.
"Son of a bi- uh?" he rubbed the lump growing on his skull and began to swear, but stopped himself as something caught his eye. "All right! I KNEW I'd find it!"
Wedged in between the upper bunk's mattress and the beam was a small purple t-shirt. Immediately stripping himself of his itchy spandex uniform, the changeling pulled the garment over his head and rolled onto the floor, once again beginning a search. This time, he needed some pants...
A much easier find, Beast Boy found a pair of black jeans crumpled in a loose ball underneath his bed. Lying on the floor, he quickly wriggled into them, squirming as he zipped the fly. Flipping himself over easily, he crawled through his squalor to a dresser near the wall, where he found several pairs of shoes kicked underneath it. Popping a squat, he decided on the pair of Converse All-Stars. He flopped back onto his bed and childishly crammed his feet into them one at a time. Slowly, he tied his shoes with only a small amount of difficulty. Deciding his outfit was complete, he pushed back for momentum and then jumped across the room, landing in front of a full-length vanity mirror. The boy checked himself up and down, and then burst into a full smile.
"Oh, yea. TOTAL babe magnet," he nodded at his reflection. "And now for some sprucing."
He inched his way over his things so as not to hurt them and headed in the direction of the door. Then realization hit him.
"Oh, duh... can't forget this," he grabbed his wallet off the dresser and shoved it into his back pocket with one hand and used the other to clip it to his belt loop. With that, he literally hopped out of his room and contently rounded the corner in the direction of the bathroom.
Robin stared back at his reflection in the mirror. He raised an unsatisfied eyebrow at it, and then readjusted his hair for approximately the twentieth time. He then stopped and glared at his unruly hair once again. He dunked his hand once again into the tub of thick, blue gunk and rubbed his bare hands together. The boy wonder thrust his fingers into his mane once again and re-spiked his hair. His hair was so full of thick gel, it looked almost wet. He glared at himself once again, still not satisfied with what glared right back at him. A deep throttle growl escaped past his gritted teeth and he just balled his fists and rubbed his hair in a thrashing, maniacal motion. Once his aggression was released, he looked back up into the mirror. Somehow, his hair settled down and pointed in the directions he wanted it to.
"Huh," he watched himself blink in disbelief. "Didn't expect that to work..."
He turned his gaze to the faucet and turned it to release a cold stream of clear water. After rinsing the excess goop from his hands, he turned the faucet back to its original position and dried his hands on a nearby blue hand towel.
"Lookin' good," he reassured himself before sliding open the bathroom door. Standing just outside door was his green teammate, Beast Boy.
"Hey, Rob," the green one greeted him.
"Hey," he returned the gesture. "How do I look?"
Beast Boy checked him over. The Batman's protégé wore a red hooded sweatshirt and a pair of cut-off, ratty denim shorts complete with a pair of old, gray skating shoes. The one-man zoo chuckled as Robin pulled out a pair of black sunglasses and replaced his mask with them in the blink of an eye.
"Like Joe Schmoe," he replied. "But the shades make you look kind of suspicious..."
Though the glasses covered them, Robin made it obvious he had narrowed his eyes.
"I was serious."
"So was I," Beast Boy clapped his friend on the back as he passed him and entered the bathroom.
The door closed behind him and he gazed into the mirror, glaring at himself in a similar fashion to Robin.
"Is that a ZIT?!" he suddenly yelled frantically. He flipped on the light switch and leaned over the sink for a better view.
"Nope, just a chip..." he sighed in relief, flicking the morsel from his cheek.
He then opened the medicine cabinet. Shaving cream, several razors, a couple toothbrushes, a bottle of Advil, some hair mousse and a crusty bottle of Nair fell out of it and fell upon him in a violent barrage.
'Bad move...' he noted mentally.
Merely shoving aside the vicious hygiene products, Beast Boy reached far into the depths of the cabinet and pulled out his bottle of L'Oreal strong hold gel. He popped the cap off and squirted a little bit in his cupped palm and began to work his magic. However, he did so a little too elaborately and his elbow made contact with Robin's tub-o-gel and knocked it over. This, naturally, took the overreacting green bean by surprise and he flipped out.
"AHH!" he screamed and flailed his arms around, watching helplessly as the blue goo began to engulf a purple toothbrush.
'How can he put this crud in his HAIR?'
He frantically began to sweep the gel back into the cylindrical tub. He gingerly picked the toothbrush and dipped it under the rushing faucet. After a moment or two of worry, the morph decided he had cleaned up enough, and pried the sliding door open. He stepped out into the hall and heaved a heavy sigh of relief.
"What are you doing with my toothbrush?" a monotonous voice demanded.
Immediately perking up in shock, Beast Boy's eyes widened and Raven's narrowed as the two sets made contact.
"N-nothing!" he quickly flipped it over his shoulder and it clinked into the sink.
"I see... what were you doing in there? It smells like cheap hair gel..." she wrinkled her nose and tried to look past him in an attempt to find a clue.
"Just fixin' my hair," he regained his composure and waggled his eyebrows at her, "Ya know, wanna look good for the ladies."
"Of course..." she frowned skeptically and folded her arms across her low-cut black t-shirt.
Beast Boy turned to close the door and began to take off down the hall, but not before he took a moment to notice Raven's tight jeans and the way her shirt really flattered her cleavage.
"Not lookin' bad yourself," he commented.
This, of course, caused her to turn her look away. Though she tried to fight it, she felt a slightly warm, tingling sensation crawling up her cheeks.
"You coming down or what?" he asked her after he was already half way down the hall. "We're leaving in a minute!"
"Um... yea. I'm coming,"
Raven tagged behind the boy slightly, but only until he got aggravated with the shadow and waited for her to catch up. The two made the rest of the way down the hall and into the kitchen where the others were already waiting for them.
"All right, we're all here!" Cyborg announced, looking rather odd in his street clothes. He had donned an enormous gray sweatshirt and a pair of plain jeans that, although they were absolutely huge, looked a little tight on him.
"Glorious! Then we may now depart for the mall of shopping?" asked Starfire, who had decided on a form fitting knee length purple sundress, green flip flops and a tiny silver hand bag.
"Yup, let's get going," Robin agreed and began to usher everyone into the garage, where they all piled into the T-Car.
Cyborg stuck the key in the ignition and went over the mind-numbingly boring rules of riding in his "baby."
"Dude..." Beast Boy snapped out of his stupor, "Just shut up and drive!"
After shooting his best friend a nasty look, the metal man turned back around and complied.
Raven sat in the front seat gazing out the window, 'This is gonna be a long day...'
Aside from the constant arguing between the boys and Starfire trying to play the mediator, it was a fairly uneventful car ride. Approximately ten minutes after their departure, our heroes reached their destination. Approximately ten minutes after that, Cyborg had finally finished locking up and polishing his prized possession and the teens had made their way into the mall.
"Soo... we'll all just meet up here in a couple hours, then?" Beast Boy suggested.
"Yea," Robin agreed with him. "Once we're done shopping, we should all meet up back at this entrance. Everybody remember where we are?"
"Yea, yea, sure, sure..." Beast Boy had already begun to wander away.
He stepped into the deep sea of clothing racks covered in colorful shirts, rugged denim jeans and various jackets. He brushed against the material as he idly wandered up and down the rows, not especially paying attention to the clothing articles.
'Clothes stores are so boring...' he sighed loudly to himself. 'How do I get out of here?'
Aggravated that he agreed to go clothes shopping, Beast Boy plotted his great escape to the rest of the mall. Cutting through the clothes the same way a hiker would cut through brush, the changeling ended up in the aisle. Darting his head around, he finally spotted his light at the end of the tunnel. He followed the warm red glow of the exit sign like a sailor following the North Star until he approached the mall entrance. (A/N: These comparisons are startin to freak me out... so I'm gonna stop.) A broad smile gracing his green face, he stepped into the hustle and bustle of the mall area. With a new and less bored outlook, Beast Boy began to wander the stores.
The hustling and bustling crowd parted as a large metallic teen searched for a directory.
'Jeez... and I thought the clothes would help with the weird stares,' Cyborg thought to himself after a little girl ran away from the mall map when he approached.
"Oh, well..." he sighed.
'Hmmm... Big 'n Tall, Big 'n Tall, Big 'n Tall...' he mused until he came upon something more interesting. 'Or better yet... a tailor!'
The half man half machine grinned to himself, pleased with his discovery. He turned from his spot and began to stroll away in the direction of the tailor's shop. He walked a ways, blissfully unaware of people trying desperately not to gawk at his disfigurement, and soon came upon the sign in front of the tailor. Before he entered, however, something caught his eye. It was the unmistakable green flesh of his companion.
'What's Saladhead doin' in front of that Body Shop?' Cyborg asked himself. Deciding the boy was just stopping for a look, he shook his head and went inside to see if this tailor could help him with his needs.
A pair of twinkling, impressionable green eyes gazed at a sign that read "Chicks Dig Piercings!" Beneath the writing, Beast Boy drooled on a picture of a heavily pierced man with three girls wearing the tiniest tube tops and miniest skirts he had ever seen clinging on to him.
'Piercings mean chicks, huh?' Beast Boy schemed as he stroked his chin with his index finger and thumb. He quickly checked his wallet for cash.
"All right, I'll do it!" he strolled into the shop.
The first thing he saw upon entry was a young girl in her mid twenties sitting on a large leather chair with her pant leg rolled up. A stocky, bald man in a leather jacket sat upon a stool hunched over her leg. In his hand he clutched a large needle attached to a long black tube. He expertly was illustrating a pattern of thorny roses wrapping around her leg.
The morph shuddered slightly at the sight of the needle swiftly entering and exiting her limb, leaving color behind. Just then, something warm made contact with his shoulder.
"Yaaah!" he nearly jumped out of his skin as he spun around to face the offender.
The girl blinked, taken aback, and removed her hand from Beast Boy's shoulder.
"Whoa, dude... didn't mean to scare ya," she apologized, tossing a lock of hot pink hair out of the way.
Beast Boy scanned her up and down before responding to her. Though her bright hair was long in the front, the back of her head had been shaved to a buzz cut. She wore a green stud in her nose, and a matching green barbell in her belly button that could be seen underneath her black, mesh top. He noticed he was staring when she lifted a thin eyebrow at him from beneath her thick black eye make-up.
"I was just gonna say the green look it way cool," she continued. "What kind of hair dye do you use?"
"Hair dye?"
"Yea, man," a guy dressed in a black t-shirt and black shorts and about as many earrings as hairs on his head approached the two from behind the counter. "Give us a name brand- plenty of people would buy that color!"
"Oh, actually... I don't dye my hair!" he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, "It's all natural."
"Whoa, that's even cooler!" the pink haired girl nodded vigorously in approval.
"So, what can we help you with today?" the one clad entirely in black propped his elbow on the counter and laid his chin in his cupped palm. "You look like the kinda guy who's here he get his tongue forked, right? And don't worry... we're completely certified."
He pointed to the degree hanging behind them on the wall when he saw Beast Boy flinch.
"Um, no... I don't need to get my tongue forked. I can already do that myself," the morph explained as he split his tongue and stuck it out at the two.
"This guy just keeps getting cooler!" the pink haired girl's eyes dazzled in amazement, causing Beast Boy to go a slight shade of pink, himself.
"Besides..." she continued. "I can just TELL he wants a lip ring. Right?"
"I don't think a lip ring's my kind of thing..." he politely declined.
"Then what ARE you here for?" the two demanded simultaneously as they leaned forward.
"I just wanted to get my ear pierced, I guess," he shrugged.
"Tell you what..." the girl began, "we're having a special all this week. People with talents like yours get their first piercing or tattoo, and then get a second one free!"
"Sounds cool! I'll just get two piercings, in my ear then. I don't wanna get TOO crazy with it," Beast Boy agreed cautiously.
"Actually, we're kinda losing a bit of cash on this special. I guess the boss didn't think there were that many freaks in this city- No offense, man!" the guy tried to cover his slip of the tongue.
"Well, actually... you're the third kid today," the girl explained as she prepared the earring gun with the studs. "We had two girls, earlier."
"Really?" asked the ever curious elf as he sat down on one of the silver stools by the counter.
"Yea..." she recollected, wiping a disinfectant cloth on his left lobe. "The one girl was way tall. Taller than most guys, even... she had to be over six feet! Way long hair, too. Dunno how she could stand to have that much... pretty red color though... And her eyes? Man, they were hella cool, they were completely green! I mean, your eyes are pretty green, man, but these didn't even have that white part! They were ALL green. Kinda eerie."
Beast Boy blinked in shock- this girl had given a perfect description of Starfire!
"A-and the other girl?" he asked shakily.
She noticed him stutter, "No need to worry hunny, this won't hurt a bit. Anyways, she looked pretty normal. She was fairly petite- especially next to that other girl! She must've dyed it that way, but she had her hair this really pretty purple color. And she had purple eyes, too... I wonder if that was real or those weird color contacts? Right, but she had this gem right in the middle of her forehead. She picked up the barbells the two wanted with her mind! Talk about weird magic... anyways, they were cool chicks."
Before he knew it was happening, she shot the two studs into his ear lobe and replaced the gun back into its proper shelf.
He hissed in pain slightly before asking, "How long ago were they here?"
"Why you so interested, kiddo?" asked the guy. "You know 'em or somethin'? Well... it was about a half hour ago, I guess. Not too long ago."
"Thanks..." Beast Boy replied in a stupor, not understanding what Starfire and Raven of all people would want in a Body Shop.
He placed several bills into the girl's hand, and stumbled back out into the mall area. Upon approaching the directory, he spotted an arcade.
'Alright! That'll take my mind off things...' he decided.
Tracing his finger along the path needed to get there, he soon discovered that he would need to venture through yet another department store to get to the other side of the mall.
"Who's stupid idea was it to put a SEARS in the MIDDLE of the mall??" he demanded angrily.
Admitting his defeat to himself, the elf trotted on his way. Upon entering SEARS, he felt a dull throb begin to engulf his left ear. Determined to get out of there fast, he scanned the premises for an exit sign. The dull red light shone like a beacon what seemed like a thousand miles away. Plotting an escape root, Beast Boy determined the quickest way out was through the lingerie section. Not stopping to think of the consequences of being caught by a girl in the panty section, the changeling moved forward and onward with the thoughts of Soul Caliber II in his mind. 'Must not look, must not look must not look...' he mentally scolded himself. 'Well... just a peek won't hurt... hehehe...' The green teen's eyes began to wander as he felt his jaw drop slowly at the sight of lacy black brassieres. Suddenly, all thoughts of girls were replaced by a sharp pain in his head. Vaguely aware that he had been hit upside the head, he turned to face the culprit. "Raven?" he faced her confusedly and wiped a speck of drool from his chin. Indeed it was Raven, but instead of her usual calm demeanor, her shoulders heaved erratically in fury. "WHAT are you doing here?!" she demanded venomously. Flinching and knowing she would strike again, he blindly grabbed the first thing he felt and attempted to use it as a shield. "Jeez! Don't get your panties in a knot!" Her gaze was diverted to the object in his hands, and her eyes narrowed dangerously. He looked down to see what had offended her so, and gasped in shock to see a tiny thong with little cherries on it in his hand. "Eep," he stated thickly and crammed it back onto its shelf. "Ya know, I should be asking what YOU'RE doing here," he crossed his arms slyly. "I, um... uh-"she blushed slightly and hid her arms behind her back. "Whatcha got there?" he tried to catch her playfully. "Beast Boy, don't! Stop!" she pleaded, backing away from him. "I heard don't stop in there," he waggled his eyebrows mischievously and grabbed for one of her arms. Pulling it forward, he saw her clutching a white, plastic bag. "What's in the bag?" he asked stupidly. "Um, it's uh..." she muttered helplessly as he opened it up. Inside, his eyes set on several multi-hued, curved barbells and a receipt. "Oh, duh... I forgot! I went to that body shop, "he exclaimed with a look of realization on his face, "and they told me there were these two girls there earlier and gave a perfect description of you and Starfire!" "Soo..?" Raven nervously tried to back away from her pursuer. Getting caught wasn't exactly her strong suit... "So I got my ear pierced!" he pointed proudly at his throbbing, swollen ear. (A/N: This will not be the last time I use these words, wahaha! ahem Continuing on...) "How..." she searched for an appropriate word,"...cute." She cringed slightly. 'Score! Thank you, poster,' the elf mentally congratulated himself. "So... what did you get pierced?" he asked. "Well, it was Starfire's idea..." she began to explain. "She said something about wanting to experience all Earthly customs, and got her belly button pierced. And those weirdos in there insisted we were 'cool'" she flexed her index and middle fingers of her free hand, "and said we got a second piercing for free. But Starfire said the first one hurt too much, and she didn't want the other one. So I felt bad for her and I used her free piercing." "But that doesn't tell me what you pierced," She sighed in defeat and lifted her shirt slightly to reveal a dark blue barbell through her belly button. "Hey, that looks really good on you!" he complimented genuinely. "Does this mean you're gonna start wearin' shirts to show that off?" he once again waggled his eyebrows. Raven immediately pulled her shirt back down and coldly stated, "I should hardly think so." Rolling his eyes, Beast Boy noticed she kept her other hand still hidden behind her back. "Whatcha hidin'?" he squinted at her. "N-nothing!" her eyes widened in terror. Obviously she had hoped he wouldn't notice. Quickly snatching what she had concealed from him out of her hands, both Beast Boy and Raven blushed slightly. Gawking, Beast Boy came face to face with several pairs of very sexy, sheer black panties. Thrusting her things back into her hands, Beast Boy shamefully stared down at his feet. "Sorry, Raven! I, I didn't know... I'm so sorry, really!" he apologized profusely. All too shocked to go 'Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos' on his ass, Raven stood blankly staring at him. "I'll, um... I'll make it up to you! ...Somehow," he concluded. She blinked at him, wondering what more could possibly go wrong, and deciding these were further reasons for hating the mall. "Uhhh... I'll buy those for you!" he thought up stupidly, not thinking correctly. "NO!" she yelled. "There's just something terribly wrong with a male roommate buying panties for a girl." "Okay, well..." he tried to think quickly, "then how does a Chai Freeze sound?" He looked at her hopefully, and then added, "And we'll never speak of this again. How's that sound?" Thinking for a moment, and seeing the genuine look in his eyes, Raven's face softened ever so slightly, "Actually... that sounds... nice." Breathing a loud sigh of relief, Beast Boy wiped the sweat from his brow, "Phew... well, come on. We've gotta meet Robin and the others by that entrance soon."
Nodding silently, Raven walked briskly to keep up with his longer strides. The two walked in silence, but it was less awkward than either of them had anticipated.
A/N: I know, I know... the ending's kinda lame. But shut up. I didn't want to do any completely pointless writing. But anyways... this was up far later than I had anticipated. Sorry! But I have good reason for that... I was half way finished, and decided to take a break, right? Well, that's when my mom decided to go all psycho and completely clean out the room we keep the computer in! Like, ever inch of it! It was awful... so then as soon as she's done freaking out, I went out with some of the kids and we were doing bike tricks in the streets... and I decided to fall off and scrape my entire elbow off! Pfft... and right in front of a group of people. The bastards laughed at me... jerks. But anyways... I luckily didn't break anything, but there was literally no skin left on the tip of my elbow. Yes, that's right folks, I lost my wenis! (The skin on the tip of your elbow is called the wenis. Seriously!) So what does that have to do with a late update? Well... I couldn't move my right arm at all for a few days there! You're lucky I'm typing now; it's slow and painful, lol... It didn't stop bleeding for three hours.... :-/ Now it's a three-inch scab and feels like a basketball. Eww... Anyways, enough about my injuries. I should have chapter five up in a short while- for real this time! I really like what I have planned for it... there's some freaky action and romance in store! sees the kinky images running through the readers heads No, no, sickos! The action and romance are two separate topics. At least... in the next chapter. Bwahaha!
So how about that new episode, "Betayal?" Don't get me wrong or anything... but it wasn't all I had hoped it would be. Oh, well, it was still fookingly awesome. That part where Beast Boy goes "THIS is the greatest pie in the history of pie" had me pissing my pants, I laughed so hard! Well... not literally... but not because it was funny. See, I used to be in this cooking class, and we made pie this one time. Then I brought it to my next period class, and this big fat guy (lol) I'm friends with ate it, and said those exact words! So comparing BB with a fat guy just tickled my funny bone. Oh, and when Slade tells BB Terra never really liked him... well, he's right! Wahaha... see, in the comix, she uh, had this relationship with him, along with being his apprentice. Which is really nasty, considering he's old enough to be her grandfather... gross. Anyways... as always, REVIEW!!! Puh- leeeeze? I wuv you all!
Slan, Kelly