A/N: ::facepalm:: I'm working with a bunch of freakin' clowns...!
Yeah, so the whole 14 reviews in 2 days is pretty sweet. Thanks, guys.
And now... to clarify many things. Many things that you (for lack of a better/ more appropriate word) jerks seem to not understand/ miscomprehend/ or assume inapropriately and I feel an explanation is in order.
First of all, the OCs!! Someone said the three of them... there's only two! Both Bart and Rose are real characters, I invented the other two right out of my ass. Heh. There will be some depth to the two, however. The reason for their existence? Simple. I had created this freaky, elaborate plot but had forgotten that I needed more than two people to be in a band! So I considered my options, and I didn't want to make this TOO too comic book-y, considering many people here have never opened one. (Sinners) So what about different characters? Couldn't do the H.A. E. Y. P., that'd be too cheesy/ predictable, and that's not my style. So what about OTHER superheroes? That ALWAYS leads to crossover HELL. Again, not my style. So what other options were left? Not much, really. I couldn't change it all, cuz then the whole story wouldn't make sense anymore. So the only thing left to do was create new characters! So I crafted these two guys out of some spare clay I dug out of the corner of my mind (mighta been ear wax, who knows...) and came up with a couple of characters. But don't get frightened, or dare I say, ATTACHED to them. I doubt you will, considering they deliver what they promise... they're band members. They're fairly insignificant but they will have one moment all to themselves. But they're only going to stick around for a little while, and then I'm ditching them FOREVER. Never to be seen again, unless I am convinced otherwise. Good reasoning? I sure as hell hope so!
Well that was long winded.
So about Rose... some of you inform me that I can find info on her at Yes, how about that... I've only been ADVERTISING that site in THIS VERY FIC. Clowns, I swear... Maybe y'all forgot, I dunno. Whatever, no big. It's just that... well... I've been going to that site forever. Methinks I'm one of the original people to know about it!
Demand for fluff is up... can't promise anything in this particular chap, but it's not like I'm done writing it. Ye of little faith... seriously, guys.
Nextly on the agenda... the title! It will remain. Catchy? Personally, I don't think so... but if ya like it, it's all about the people, baby.
And finally, to all you smelly, cliffhanger-hating, waking-up-at-ridiculous-hours-to-read-fanfiction jerks... well, seek serious professional help. And then recommend me a good therapist.
I think I caught everything... oh, well! This is the longest authoress note in the history of them. Remind me not to do it again. Anyways, here's chapter eight, "Enter the Gorka" of this ridiculous story y'all seem to like, "Oh, My Pretty Kitty."
Rose's hair flipped over her shoulder as she whipped her head to the side, breaking eye contact with everyone in the room.
"So what if it is?" she retorted. "I want nothing to do with my father. That's why I left and tried to get a fresh start with these guys."
Robin eyed the girl suspiciously. She frowned, the mere thought of her bountyhunting father induced the gag reflex. She truly wanted away from him, and Robin believed this. He, too, had wanted nothing more to do with his "father" and had shown so by leaving him. He gave her a small nod of approval. The other titans and band members cooed a sigh of relief.
"So..." Chaz broke the awkward silence. "Do we get a tour of the tower?"
The lanky boy lifted an arm and pulled of the green jacket which he previously had draped over his shoulders, revealing his other arm to be enveloped in a navy canvas sling, allowing the arm to rest upon his chest.
Both Robin and Cyborg flinched at the sight, knowing full well what having arm problems is like, and respectively rubbed their right arms at the memory.
Starfire made to approach him, offering methods of Tamaranean accupressure and folk remedies to cure his ailments, but Robin held up a hand to cease her. He knew she meant well, but often times her help only led to more problems, and sometimes, things such as these were better left alone. After all, when you're blind, it IS easier to get injured.
"Sure!" the boy wonder offered optimisitcally.
"But not before we get a tour of this kickin' RV!" Beast Boy interjected.
"All right, sounds good," Davis agreed, and began to usher the titans further inside the house on wheels.
"Not much to see, though," Bart forewarned. "I mean... this place is pretty cramped."
"Shut up, this rent-a-tent was your idea, anyways," Rose daintily smacked his shoulder.
The nine teenagers shuffled through the tiny hallway, briefly glancing at the tacky knick knacks that adorned the walls.
"That's the drivers seat up in that corner and the place we all walked in was the living room. The couch folds into a bed... yeah. Here's the kitchen- when you push the table top down, the dinette makes for a bed, too. That's the bathroom (usually only enough hot water for two showers, we do rock paper scissors for it) and back here are the bedrooms. It's basically just two sets of bunkbeds in each room. We use the extra room for storage. We keep the instruments in there," Davis quickly summed up the entire living quarters.
"Well, it's a nice place you got here," Cyborg gave his approval with a thumbs up.
"What sorts of instruments do you keep?" Starfire's eyes lit up with innocent, childlike curiosity.
"Would you like to see?" Rose smiled and gestured towards the make-shift storage unit.
"Oh, yes! Very much so!" the alien beamed ear to ear.
Boundless curiosity consumed her as she fluttered around the heaped up stack of shoddily arranged musical instruments.
"I believe you call this one the... guitar?" she pointed at the six-stringed wooden instrument.
"Yes it is," Rose nodded. "That's a left handed guitar, belonging to Bart, the little south-paw."
"South-paw?"
"It's a term meaning he's lefthanded, basically."
"Ah. And this one is too a guitar?"
"Well... yeah, but kinda different. It's a bass guitar, for the lower, rhythmic sound."
"I understand... it has less strings, but the wooden part is larger. The longer thicker strings make lower vibrations, yes?"
"Yeah! You pick up fast!"
"It is similar to the strings of the Gorka pipes," Starfire beamed. Then something caught her eye. "Is THAT a Gorka pipe??"
"What, that?" Rose looked at the plaid sack with tubes erratically sticking out of it laying on the floor. "Oh... no... that's a bag pipe. Bart saw it when he first got here and insisted on buying it. We use it in our performances every once in a while..." she waved it off.
"It is so similar, though! Except here there would be several strings and this pipe would be much thicker and you blow into it to make a separate sound... I must introduce you and our other new friends to the Gorka pipes!" Starfire's eyes shone.
"Uhh... guess this tour's over!" Bart scratched the back of his neck.
Moments later, the various array of teens had scooted out of the RV, scuttled up the steps and arrived inside the front door of the Titan's Tower. Needless to say, as soon as they stepped foot inside, Starfire had flown straight up the steps towards her room in order to retrieve her folk instrument.
"Umm..." Raven, who had been very quiet through all of this, spoke up, "I'm going to go change..."
With that, Raven followed suit and trailed after her alien companion up the stairs towards her own room.
"BB..." Cyborg whispered into his green companion's ear. "I couldn't help but notice she was wearing your pajamas. What up wit dat?!"
"Wh-what are you talking about?" the green bean flushed and darted his eyes back and forth in a paranoid fashion. "I-I-I have no idea what you're t-talking about!"
"Then why're you blushin'?" Bart jabbed his finger at Beast Boy's shoulder.
"Stay outta this, you..."
To the changeling's delight, Starfire approached the foot of the stairs with her brightly colored Gorka pipes. Clutching them to her chest, she beamed jovially and floated eloquently towards the group. Before they knew it, they were being herded through the hall, past the kitchen and sat down in sporadic positions around and on the cushy black couch.
"Dear friends, I will now demonstrate for you the Gorka pipes," she announced, and plunked herself down directly in the middle of the sofa.
Raven stepped lightly down the dimly lit staircase donning her typical black leotard and midnight blue cape. The cape flapped rhythmically against her pale, bare legs as she placed each foot in front of the other and descended down the steps. She grasped the wooden rail in one hand and held onto a thin paper back book in the other. About halfway down the steps, she heard a wheezy, nasal-y sound. It honked and echoed through the hallway for a painful moment or two, but then mellowed into a smoother tone, yet retained its nasal quality. Now curious as to what the sound was and where it was coming from, Raven increased her pace. As she strode, the sound became clearer. A buzzing, throttle sound much like an Australian digiridoo (a/n: I'm sorry... I have no idea how to spell this, but I hope you've figured out what I'm trying (and probably failing) to convey) joined in. It rolled along rhythmically, occasionally making a "yipping" noise. The original wheezy sound began to develop underneath it and started to produce a haunting melody.
"Hmm?"
Raven poked her head around the corner of the stairwell. Her eyes fell upon her teammates and companions crowded around the couch. Looks of impressed and bewildered amusement crossed each of the features, seemingly as they too listened to the mysterious arpeggios.
Venturing further ahead, Raven glided into the kitchen and rested her free hand upon the table. Now with a better view, she could she they were gathered around Starfire. A very strange looking object sat on her lap. The goth could only assume it was an instrument; it was produce that very strange yet very beautiful sound. The alien's right arm was draped around the large bag-like part of the instrument and was rhythmically pumping back and forth- squeezing the bag to her body, and then releasing, and then squeezing it once more. Her right hand grasped one of the many wooden pipes sticking out from the bottom of the device with hundreds of tiny holes in it. Her fingers flew over each hole in a pattern at speeds no human could hope to achieve. On her left forearm, she balanced a thicker looking pipe, to which she had inserted her puckered lips in the top of. Her cheeks puffed as she blew deep breaths into the tube. Her left hand flailed back and forth at almost equally rapid speeds as that of her right hand. Her fingers strummed seven thin strings between two more of the pipes.
Raven shook her head. Though the sound was very pleasing, she was certain that it was more effort to play the thing than it was worth. She pulled up and chair and sat down- with her friends, yet far enough away from all the commotion. She opened the thin, worn book, closed her eyes and let out a tranquil sigh.
Sensing Raven's presence, but noticing that she had not yet joined them, Beast Boy looked up and around for the dark girl. She sat hunched over a book at the kitchen table, all alone. He stared at her for a waning moment, and then heaved himself to his feet in as sly a manner he could manage. The 13 eyes (and one cybernetic) remained on the gorka pipes, mesmerized by the strange melodies it produced. Inch by inch, the green one snuck towards the table where his dark companion sat. When he had nearly approached her, Raven lifted her head ever so slightly and acknowledged his presence.
"Hey, Rae," he beamed at her, proud of sneaking away unnoticed by the others.
She did not lift her eyes from the thin book, but instead merely nodded at the boy.
"Whatcha readin'?" he boldly clapped a hand on her shoulder and attempted to peer over and read the tiny print.
A strange combination of the haunting melody drifting through her ears and the sensation of his touch sent a chill running up her spine. Shaking it off, Raven shot the morph a perturbed look to which he immediately removed his hand and chuckled slightly. She lifted the book and shoved it into his free hand.
"Hmm... let's see," he flipped through the pages. After a moment, he stopped and read aloud to the girl.
"'Sleeping children
Wake with the roosters
A little differently
In this Adonis
Up with the sun
They hopped, hopped, hopped
But when the tears came
So did Bed Time.
Now soundly, so soundly
They will sleep
But all is not peaceful...
What could it be?
Slap their still faces
And you will soon see
How a child's warm bed
Can become a cold coffin.'"
Raven sat in thought for a moment. The morbid poetry sounded strange coming from Beast Boy's lips.
"No wonder you're always so dark and dreary!" he exclaimed, holding the book in one hand and smacking the binding with his free one for emphasis. "This stuff is depressing. And I'd bet this is a great example of ALL the stuff you read."
The girl shrugged. She didn't think of the poetry as depressing, but rather provocative. However, she did not wish to start an argument, so instead of opening her mouth, she simply turned her head away.
Getting the wrong message, Beast Boy flipped out a little.
"Hey, hey..." he once again touched her shoulder, although this time more forcefully. "I didn't mean to offend you." He turned her around in the chair with ease and looked her directly in the eye.
For a fleeting moment, she stared deep into his round orbs. They were full of regret, worry, sorrow, hope... it was overwhelming. His unbridled emotions were too much for her. Raven broke the gaze and pretended to be very interested in her hands sitting on her lap. She was vaguely aware that the boy had removed his hand from her shoulder once more, but when he moved it to cup her chin and raised her face to look at him again the shock was still immense.
"I'm sorry," he said directly to her face.
Again, she turned away, unable to look at him. And, again, he moved her face towards him.
"Why won't you look at me?" he asked, his eyes now full of rejection.
"I... I don't know," she admitted facing him, but not quite able to make eye contact.
Their faces were close together. She could feel his warm breath on her face. It was a terribly familiar sensation, causing another chill to trace an icy finger up and down her back. An urge to look him in the eye suddenly and strangely overwhelmed her. Her previous irrational fears dissipated and were replaced with quite an opposite feeling. Wide eyed, she gazed upon him. Confusion was etched into his every feature.
"I'm sorry..." he repeated as he tucked a lock of hair in her face behind her ear.
"No... don't be," she breathed and lifted her own hand to meet his.
She cupped her palm to contain his hand and let her thumb rest in his palm. Shock plastered itself on his round face, but her features remained stoic. After a brief moment or two, he slightly regained himself and flipped his hand over. Now palm touching palm, he intertwined his fingers with her own. She intook the tiniest of gasps, and, for the third instance in a very brief amount of time, a chill spread over her body. The pair sat in silence, savoring the sounds of the Gorka pipes. After a sweet eternity, the pipes wheezed and released an unpleasant honk, signifying the end of the session and the excess air leaking out.
Everyone, including the two in the kitchen, cringed and covered their ears. An echoing "Oooohhhh..." could be heard throughout the tower.
"I apologize, my friends," Starfire rested the Gorka pipes in her lap and nervously scratched the back of her head. "I hope the previous music was acceptable..."
"Of course it was, Star!" Robin patted her back in approval.
Various comments from the other speculators resounded in an uproar, causing the alien's flesh to change through a multitude of reds.
"C'mon," said Bart, rising to his feet, "we should get ready to go."
Agreement washed over the teenagers as they stretched contently and followed suit as the speedster exited the room.
Beast Boy stood up from the kitchen table.
"I'm gonna get ready to go, too..." he grinned at her for a final time and wandered slowly towards the staircase.
Raven heaved a sigh. Getting ready for social outtings was not exactly something that came easy for her. She levitated and floated wearily up to her room along with everyone else.
The goth glanced in her full-length, non-magical mirror. She grunted angrily at her reflection, still in disbelief that she had allowed Starfire to con her into buying this stupid outfit. But then again... she HAD been shopping with the "foreigner" all day and had grown weary of the antics. She had merely complied to cease Star's constant badgering as to what outfits would "simply look glorious."
Raven angled herself to a different position. Ignoring the sour expression on her face, she tugged at the charcoal gray, midriff baby tee in a vain attempt to get it to cover her stomach. No matter how hard she tried, however, her little belly button with the silver stud poked out. An aggravated grunt escaped her lips. She decided to try new tactics and began furiously yanking at the waistband of her tight black jeans, fruitlessly trying to raise them. The painful result was a wedgie. Failing to daintily pick it free, Raven angrily accepted defeat against her wardrobe and allowed her abdomen to remain exposed. The dark one trudged over to her dresser and dug around for her make-up. She did not apply much more than she usually did. She rounded the tip of her black eyeliner around her eyes and swept over her lashes with a quick swipe of mascara. Puckering her lips, she applied a small amount of black lip gloss and decided she was good to go. After a quick irritated glance in mirror and slipping on her usual boots, Raven shook her head and exited her dorm.
In the common room, everyone was sitting around on the couch waiting. Raven glanced over each of them, taking in his or her appearance. Her eyes first landed on the eloquent Starfire. The alien princess a pleated denim skirt, a plain, white midriff tee shirt (allowing her new piercing exposure, naturally) with a beige, suede coat on top. A large, outrageous pair of beige Ugg boots adorned her lean legs. A simply yet sexy outfit, Raven was glad Starfire had been able to pull it off. Slightly less dressed up, Cyborg donned an enormous baby blue hooded sweat shirt complete with huge, baggy sagging jeans and equally large white Nikes. Then again... clothes in Cy's size (A/N: haha...) were pretty hard to come across, so the dark one inwardly complimented him. Bart and Robin looked like they had planned out their outfits together; the Boy Wonder wore a simple pair of jeans and a red jacket and Bart likewise was wore plain blue jeans and a yellow jacket with red stripes running down either sleeve. Off to the side, Chaz and Davis wore the same clothes they had adorned earlier. Raven wasn't much interested in the new comers. Her attention was diverted to the green one lounging on the couch. His wrinkly, white collared shirt fit loosely on his form, the top few buttons remaining undone exposed a small amount of flesh. His gray cargo shorts were also quite wrinkled and it appeared he had stolen Robin's old skating shoes. He looked as though he had just crawled from the bottom of a laundry basket, but the look was working for him.
"Finally," the edgy sound of Bart's voice caused her to snap out of her stupor.
"Huh...?"
"You're finally down here. Now we just gotta wait for Rose and then we can go," he swung his long brown hair out of his eyes.
As if on cue, Rose rounded the corner bearing an ear to ear grin.
"So..." she tossed her arms in the air, "how do I look?"
Her long, blonde hair spilled over her shoulders and down her back. She wore a skinny red cheetah print top with a low, boxy cut. Her black capri pants ended approximately mid-calf and allowed for a better view of her metallic silver heels. She spun around elegantly, showing off.
"You look simply magnificent!" Starfire hugged the blonde in a bone-crushing grip.
"Can't... breathe..."
"C'mon, load the RV..." Bart grunted, getting more and more impatient.
Agreeing that it was indeed getting rather late, considering the amount of set up involved, the nine teens trekked back out to the garage and awkwardly filled in the already cramped vehicle.
Raven sat down on a rather cushy sofa situated against the wall and was, needless to say, less than pleased when both Starfire and Rose seated themselves on either side of her. They showered her with compliments, notifying her of her wonderful hair, nice curves, and all around just aggravated the girl further. After what seemed like an eternity but in reality was only 20 minutes, the kids arrived at the old warehouse. The four band members scuttled around anxiously grabbing at various pieces of equipment.
"Uhh..." Cyborg raised a hefty metallic arm in question. "Need any help, y'all?"
Nanoseconds later, the hybrid's arms were fraught with cables, cords, and a multitude of heavy machinery. Frantically, they shoved the metal man in every which way, directing him where to deposit each piece of the intricate puzzle they called pre-stage set up. The remaining four titans could do nothing but stare in both awe and useless helplessness. The amateur musicians carried on for quite some time, but finally had unloaded everything, ushered the titans out of their RV and shoved large cases and the like into the arms of each person. They walked towards the building in silence.
Beast Boy noticed Raven trailing behind, looking deep in thought. He waited up for her, and then wandered close to her side.
"Hey," he greeted in his usual fashion.
"Can I help you...?" she greeted in her own fashion.
"Heh..." he chortled, "Nah... you all right?"
"I guess so," she replied, shifting the weight of the box containing a high tom in her arms.
"'Kay," he replied.
They walked silently, but Beast Boy remained comfortably close to Raven. That is, until Bart called the green boy away, claiming to have something of great importance that needed to be discussed immediately. The changeling and goth exchanged confused looks, but nonetheless, Beast Boy jogged ahead to catch up with the speedster. Raven exhaled deeply, and continued along in solitude.
She approached the open door and entered the relatively dark room full of blinking lights in hues of blue, pink, green and purple. The flashing strobe created the illusion of slowly flipping through an animator's sketches. The squirming teenage bodies jumped to the beat of the DJ's tunes as the pulses of the pounding bass gave life to the otherwise dead building. The sickening scent of a fog machine filled her nostrils and caused her to gag at its odor ever so slightly. The girl followed her companions to the stage on the opposite side of the noisy, crowded building.
"You and Kory go on and party a bit. We've got this under control... you'll see us on stage soon!" Rose flipped her hair over her shoulder as she turned to Raven and yelled over the music.
Raven gawked at her for a moment. Being released into the masses was not exactly something she had planned on doing. She placed the box on the ground in front of her and realized the aching in her arms and the huge lines imprinted on her flesh from its weight. Upon reconsideration, perhaps being social would be less painful than the manual labor she would otherwise endure, so she simply nodded her head and turned to Starfire. The alien girl grinned and grabbed her wrist, dragging the smaller one forcefully into the crowd. Now that Starfire had grown accustomed to Earthen parties, she had also grown quite fond of them. Raven stood around grumpily until the obnoxious squeals of a microphone check caught her attention (along with nearly everyone else in the building).
Upon turning her head, she saw the awkward Bart struggling against the mike. A blue stratocaster was strapped around his muscular shoulders. Beneath him, aiding in the fight against the equipment was Chaz. His form was hunched on the floor, literally blindly groping at the cords with his able arm. To the Shadow of the Flash's near left was Rose with her purple bass guitar. Directly behind Bart, Davis sat behind a dilapidated drum set, with the words "Black Plague" crudely scrawled onto the bass drum. To everyone's utmost surprise, a certain green teenager stood quite nervously across from the bassist. In Raven's opinion, he was doing a decent job feigning confidence. But what in gods name was he doing up there? He looked quite fitting with the black telecaster around him. (A/N: I like Fenders; leave me alone.)
"Whoa..." Bart stepped back, but once he realized the horrid squealing had stopped, he beamed broadly and stepped closer to the microphone. "Hey, welcome! We're Black Plague. Enjoy."
He stepped back an appropriate distance before signaling the band to start. He began to expertly strum the guitar and the lyrics flowed from his lips.
"'Do you have the time
To listen to me whine
About nothing and everything
All at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it"
Rose began to harmonize with his vocals and Davis tapped the cymbals ever so lightly.
"Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me"
Beast Boy, too, filled in.
"It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid
Am I just stoned"
The drums chorused as did the rhythm and bass guitars.
"I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams.
She says it lack of sex
That's bringin' me down
I went to a whore
She said my life's bore
So quite my whinin'
Cuz it's bringing her down
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid
I don't know
Grasping to control
So I better hold on..."
As if on cue, a huge, booming crash, band and explosion annhialated one of the walls of the worn down building, causing the occupants to duck and cover and stopping all music in its tracks. Needless to say, the incessant squealing was the last thing on everyone's mind despite the horrible wailing that filled their ears.
Horror plastered itself on every person's face as they beheld the intruders. To the left was a enormous hulking rock, smashing through the very concrete that held up the walls. The irony was that he, too, was made of the cement. To the right a goopy, magenta colored sewage eating blob shot daggers at the innocent, party-going teens through its many green, nuclear glowing eyes. In front of both the humongous beasts was a trio of three teens. There was a bulky, thick necked and hairy primitive one looming behind the smaller two. The smallest was bald and maniacally hovering via jet pack between the bushman-esque teen and the pink haired female. Perhaps most terrifying of all was the sight of an average heighthed man wearing a one-eyed orange mask standing perfectly still and surrounded by approximately 50 ninja-programmed androids.
"Titans, GO!"
Raven vaguely heard the familiar words resounding seemingly distantly behind her.
"C'mon, we can help!" another voice cried.
She watched as the stage members leapt into action.
"Cy, watch out!" Rose called as he unleashed his sonic cannon.
"From what??" he did not see the danger she had sensed before it was too late.
Plasmus scooped him up in a sticky, gooey grip, clogging his circuitry with sewage, plasma, clay particles and nuclear waste.
"Quick, Davis, project a dinosaur or something into its mind!" Rose's voice was now harsh and commanding.
"I'm on it!" the dark haired boy closed his eyes in deep concentration.
Suddenly, Plasmus dropped the hybrid and began to wail in fear, thrashing its pseudo-limbs in a blind panic, running from an invisible foe.
"Dude!" Beast Boy morphed to a bird, flew over to Bart and reverted back, "What's he doing to him?!"
"Ventrilopathic powers!" Bart explained as a blur as he chased down Cinderblock at lightening speed and wrapped him tightly in an electrical cord. "It means he can project visions into others' minds. Whatever Dave sees, they see. And right now, he's doing a pretty good job scaring that clay face shitless."
Starfire was currently engaged in a game of cat and mouse with Gizmo. She flew as fast as her body would allow, whimpering as she fled.
"I cannot fight!" she wailed frantically. "My powers are derrived from the sun, and it is far too dark for the sun to be outside!"
She vainly attempted to throw starbolts, anyways, but to no avail. Raven too was having problems. She cowered behind nine of the robotic ninjas.
"Azarath, Metrion, Zinth-"her eyes widened. Nothing was happening.
"M-my powers..." she gazed emptily at her hands for a moment, and then back at the advancing androids.
They drew closer and began to strike her again and again, full force. Raven felt the wind knock out of her lungs, and she gasped for precious air as she hit the ground. The beating was relentless. The goth thought she was going to die on the floor until a strange sensation bubbled up inside her chest. A familiar chill ran up her spine and a strange warmth enveloped her shoulder.
"Raven...?" she could vaguely hear her name being called. "Rae..."
She felt her heavy lids begin to flutter instinctively. When they opened, however, it was not quite the scene she expected to see. Beast Boy's green face was positioned directly in her line of sight. He gently shook her shoulder so as to wake the girl. She blinked rapidly and looked around herself. Her eyes were greeted with the linoleum floor tiles, a gigantic metallic refridgerator and the kitchen table at Titan's Tower. In her hands resting on the table, she clutched a thin, worn book of poetry. The other teens still sat around Starfire, complimenting her on her great musical abilities.
"C'mon, you need to wake up and get ready for the party tonight or we'll be late," the green one urged her.
"It was so real..." she muttered.
"What..?" his olive pools filled quickly with concern.
"Beast Boy..." she turned to face him, worry etching over her features. "It's happening..."
A/N: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! ::passes out:: THAT, my friends, frickin' took FOREVER to write!! Apologies for the month long wait, but I haven't really been around enough to actually get anything written out. So yeah... sorry!
Hope y'all liked this chaptizzle. I tried to do some action and pseudo-fluff as a teaser... iunno. As for the OC's... well, they've got some character, but hopefully you can tell this story is STILL about Raven and they will NOT be playing a very significant role AT ALL. Hee...
Hmm, not much else to say, other than I hope to get 9 out sooner than I did 8.
As always... review and LEMME KNOW!!
(Jerks...)
Slan, Kelly