A/N: Heheheheheheheh
The sun is sleeping quietly
Once upon a century
Wistful oceans calm and red
Ardent caresses laid to rest
For my dreams I hold my life
For wishes I behold my night
The truth at the end of time
Losing faith makes a crime
I wish for this night-time
to last for a lifetime
The darkness around me
Shores of a solar sea
Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
Sleeping
Weeping
With you
The sun seemed to burn through the crack in her curtains, forcing its way around them so that it could shine its light upon the edges of the window. It penetrated the darkness, but only a little, as the room held itself a sort of fog which would lift only once and a while. Raven shifted slightly in her bed, but only to become more tangled in her cloak. Her belt seemed to poke into her side uncomfortably, and it felt like there was something constricting her movements.
She opened her eyes, blinking, realizing it had to be past noon by now. Which was very odd indeed, as she was never one to sleep in very late. Raven loosened the cloak around her neck, except that it wasn't her cloak, it was an arm.
She was sandwiched between a pair of warm, identical bodies. And because she could see the hair was white in front of her, she could only assume that the one holding her from behind had black hair.
Hm, to scream, or not to scream...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! WHAT THE H$#$ ARE YOU TWO DOING IN MY BED?!" She demanded shrilly, using her powers to make them both fly across the room.
"What tha bloody—oh dear gods, MERCY!!!" Malchior yelled, running right out the door.
Rorek, on the other hand, suddenly jumped up and looked around him wildly. "Wha-what? What happened!? Where's Trigon? Where's Mal—Raven?" He asked, his eyes widening when he saw her floating in front of him, eyes glowing white.
She decided to land and reduce her rage to a glare and a twitch, "Rorek, what were you and Malchior doing in my bed? What were you doing in my room for that matter?" She asked him.
"What? Malchio—oh, oh my, I don't remember falling asleep." He said, looking still confused. "I carried you to you're room and..." His face suddenly went red, "Ah! F-f-forgive me Raven! I, I wasn't even thinking, I don't know what, or why, or..." He blabbed, looking completely embarrassed.
Raven took in a deep breath, and let it out. "That's okay, a lot happened yesterday anyway." She said. She looked away, and her eyes fell upon her full-length mirror. At first she smiled slightly, seeing her white outfit, but then she frowned, seeing her long and very messy hair. "Oh ye gods." She grumbled, summoning up a hairbrush to fix it.
"Here, let me help. I've ah, had some experience with long hair, hnhn." He said with a chuckle. She decided to let him take her brush, in spit of the fact that she was completely capable of doing it herself, and let him untangle the mess. "It's usually best to keep it in a braid at night, though I should talk." He said. Raven snickered at that, his hair was indeed a mess as well, though not as much of one.
Raven sighed, "I think I'll just cut it off again, though. I never could stand long hair." She said.
"But it's so beautiful, why would you ever want to cut it off?" He asked.
She let out a small breath, her eyes becoming distant with thought.
"Raven." Rorek whispered. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, burring his face in her hair so he could breathe in her scent. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, holding his arms to her, wanting to be closer to him. "Raven, I'm...I'm sorry." He said softly.
"For what?"
"For...everything. It's, it's all my fault, I caused this entire mess." He said.
"What? No you didn't, I—" But he spun her around to face him and then gave her a stern look in the eye.
"Don't try to hide it. If I had never come, and if it weren't for Malchior as well, Trigon wouldn't have even gotten enough of a hold on this dimension to communicate with the Blood Clan. He would never have risen, and you wouldn't have had to go through all of that. If I had never even—"
"Don't," She whispered, suddenly pushing herself into him and wrapping her arms around his chest, "Don't say that, don't even think that. I, I'm glad, I'm happy, I would rather spend my entire life fighting against my father's influence than to have never met you. Rorek I, I—"
Rorek brought his arms around her and squeezed her tightly, "Ssssh, it's okay, I know, you don't have to say it." He assured.
"But I...I want to." She whispered. Tears began to fall from her eyes, suddenly, a dozen years of emotions began to fill up in her stomach, demanding to be set free. She let it free, in a torrent of tears she let all her emotions free.
We're walking in the air
We're floating in the moonlit sky
The people far below are sleeping as we fly
She held on to him tightly, sobbing, crying, and he just held her close, letting her cry all she wanted.
I'm holding very tight
I'm riding in the midnight blue
I'm finding I can fly so high above with you
It was so confusing, all these emotions, all these feelings she had forever kept from reaching her depth, were suddenly there, hurting her, healing her, making her cry, laugh, frown, smile, everything! It all exploded from her, freeing themselves now that the chains no longer kept them away.
Far across the world
The villages go by like trees
The rivers and the hills
The forests and the streams
It was a while before she stopped crying so hard, and when her tears began to dry a bit, Rorek brought her just far enough away from him so that he could bend down and press his lips to hers.
Children gaze open mouth
Taken by surprise
Nobody down below believes their eyes
She brought her arms from his waist to his neck, pulling him closer to her, and pouring all the emotion welling up inside of her into that kiss.
We're surfing in the air
We're swimming in the frozen sky
We're drifting over icy
Mountains floating by
Somehow they had gotten down on the floor, kissing passionately. A hunger she had never known was growing in the pit of her stomach, she wanted more, but she didn't at the same time. She knew he did as well, but neither his kisses nor his touch held any sort of lust or wanting, only a loving gentleness.
Suddenly swooping low on an ocean deep
Arousing of a mighty monster from its sleep
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they stopped, both breathing heavily. Raven rested her head on Rorek's chest, listening to his heart beat swiftly. She smiled. Never had she experienced something like this, maybe with Malchior those months back she may have thought she was happy and in love, but even though her garb was white, she still wasn't completely free of her father. Here, now, her father was dead, gone forever, and she was no longer in danger of becoming a demon either. She could let her emotions run wild, and right now, she was feeling a happiness beyond what she could have ever dreamed.
We're walking in the air
We're floating in the midnight sky
And everyone who sees us greets us as we fly
Her rather lengthy episode as well as this had exhausted a good deal of her bursting emotions, she felt drained, but it was a very pleasant feeling. She was happy, at peace, she could live now, but that wasn't all.
"Rorek?" She whispered.
"Yes Raven?"
"I love you." It was cheesy, she knew, and if anyone else were around it would be unbearably embarrassing, but right now it just felt, right.
"And I love you." He said.
"He looks so peaceful." Beast Boy said, staring down at the sleeping Malchior, (who had, unbeknownst to them, run away from Raven previously and fallen right back asleep on the couch).
"Yeah...let's play with him." Zacroma said, grinning evilly while flexing her fingers. Beast Boy's grin took up half his face.
"Hey guys, never poke a sleeping dragon." Cyborg warned.
"Who, me? Never!" Zacroma exclaimed with an innocent look on her face. "Besides, who said anything about poking him?" She asked, pulling out a bottle of shaving cream and shaking it up.
"Oh, well in that case let me help." He said, grinning as widely as Beast Boy (impossible though that sounds).
"Here you go!" She said, handing each of them their own bottle.
Raven stretched out widely as she entered the living room, and then she stopped dead in her tracks, causing Rorek to nearly run into her. She stared, blinking with disbelief at what she was currently seeing. She even rubbed her eyes, nope, the image was still there.
"What are you doing?" She asked, causing the three to look up, and grin proudly.
"Is that...Malchior?" Rorek asked, also not believing what he was seeing. His darker half was currently being covered in an odd white foaming substance, which was so odd that he deduced this had to be what the people of this time called a 'practical joke'. But the fact that they would perform this on a dark dragon, noless, was rather...shocking.
I must not laugh, I must not laugh, it will only encourage them, I must not laugh. Raven thought. She was practically biting her tongue to keep herself from grinning.
But then Malchior stood up, apparently having been woken up by one of them, and he looked down at himself. The three were too shocked to scream and run, especially Zacroma, who just stood there, bottle still out, staring at him while the other two began to step away slowly.
Just don't laugh. Raven told herself.
He scooped off the shaving cream on his face and chest, looked at it, and then at Zacroma. He raised an eyebrow at her, causing her to grin nervously, "Er...haha?" She got out. He glanced at the shaving cream again, and then back at her, and then, in one fluid motion, put the clump of shaving cream all over her face.
"Haha." He returned, taking the bottle out of her hand. Zacroma was apparently just as shocked as everyone else and didn't even move. He looked at the bottle, examining it so that he knew which direction to point it, and then gave the sprayer a testing push. "Interesting." He said as the cream came out and foamed on Zacroma's already covered face. "Yet, oddly entertaining." He added, continuing the flow of shaving cream upon her face.
He then started covering the rest of her head with it, so that her pink hair was now white and fluffy. He continued until the bottle was empty, and by then her whole body was covered in the stuff. "I call it, A Satisfying Revenge." He said, presenting Zacroma's white and fluffy form like some piece of art he had just completed. Raven bit her lip and had to look away in order to keep from laughing.
"He's funny." Beast Boy observed.
"He's real funny." Cyborg added.
Malchior then turned to them, "Now for you two." He said. They looked at each other, and then were out of there the next second, leaving behind their shaving cream bottles. Malchior picked them up, "Oh well, I suppose I can continue my first piece now. Oh dear, it looks like my sculpture has up and walked away." He said.
"You know, you're only going to encourage them." Raven said.
Malchior chuckled as he approached them, "Perhaps." He said, suddenly spraying Rorek in the face with one of the bottles.
Rorek was startled, and Raven was shocked. She stared at Rorek, her eyes wide, wondering what he would do.
The lighter half of the dragon whipped off the shaving cream and then swiped the bottle from his darker self. He then participated in an act of retaliation, spraying at Malchior while the other dragon jumped away.
Raven couldn't take anymore, she burst out into a fit of laughter as the two continued to run around the room, spraying each other with shaving cream, sometimes getting at each other's necks, and other times grabbing the other's long hair so they could smear the cream into it. The girl had to hold her stomach, she was laughing so hard she was falling to the floor and tears were seeping out of her eyes.
"Raven, what are y—" Robin began, and then he saw what Raven was weakly pointing to, and stared, stunned.
"Robin, why have you stopped in the middle of the doorway? The last time I asked, it was not customary to block the way for others." Starfire's voice came as she tried to get around the frozen teen. "Friend Raven, why have you suddenly become possessed by fits of laughter...and why are Malchior and Rorek rolling around in white fluffy stuff?" Starfire asked.
Raven couldn't respond, she was still laughing to hard.
"Blast! It's empty!" Malchior exclaimed, tossing his can away.
"Good! That means I have won!" Rorek said.
"What?! Not in this century, sissy boy!" Malchior retorted, but was rewarded with another face full of shaving cream.
"Give it up, Malchior!" Rorek shouted.
"Never!!! –Wait, it appears our dear Raven is laughing, you must be doing something stupid." Malchior pointed out.
"Me?! You're the one who's being stupid!"
"On the contrary, I am evil, and evil never makes a fool out of itself unless it happens to inhabit a bungling idiot." The dark dragon pointed out.
"I repeat myself,"
"Oh shut up, you're just jealous because I am the better looking half." He said.
"Since when?! We both look the same!!!" Rorek exclaimed.
"Alright, moving on." Robin said, "Need some help?" He asked Raven.
"Wrong again, you see our colors our different. While you have white hair, blue eyes, and normal skin, I have black hair, red eyes, and fair skin. As you can plainly see, and if not than you are an idiot, I am more Raven's type." Malchior continued.
"Yes, that would be nice." Raven answered, letting Robin help her up. She then followed him into the kitchen.
"Since when did Raven have a 'type'?!" Rorek's voice demanded in the background.
Robin turned to Raven with a slight smirk, "Yeah, since when did you have a ty—"
"Oh shut up." She snapped.
Starfire suddenly gasped, "Raven! You are being fought over by two boys!" She squealed. "You are so lucky!"
"Actually, I think they'd fight over anything that gave them an excuse to argue." Raven pointed out.
Robin snickered, "Yeah, but you do seem to be their center of attent—"
"Shut up!" She interrupted again.
A green eye peeked from the crack of the kitchen's other door. "Alright, I think it's clear." Beast Boy said, opening the door in order to come in.
"I think you guys have created a monster." Raven said, pouring herself some tea.
"Huh?" The three asked.
"Why is there white fluffy stuff all over our new friend?" Starfire asked, cocking her head at Zacroma.
"Oh so they started it." Robin said snickering.
"Started what, man?" Cyborg questioned.
"The shaving cream fight in the living room." Raven answered.
"What?! Between who?!" Beast Boy exclaimed.
Raven and Robin looked at each other, and then they suddenly burst into a new fit of uncontrollable laughter, causing everyone to stare.
"I still do not get why friend Raven is being possessed by fits of laughter, this has never happened before." Starfire said. "But are they to blame for the reason Malchior and Rorek were covering each other in the foamy white stuff currently consuming Zacroma?" She asked.
All three of their mouth's dropped to the floor. "Dude, Rorek and Malchior had a shaving cream fight?!?!?!" Beast Boy yelled.
"So that is what it was! But did Robin not clearly state that there were to be no shaving of cream fights in the living room?" The tamaranian asked.
"Well, they'll just have to clean it up." Robin snickered.
"Make me." Malchior suddenly came in, marching into the kitchen, tracking foam in like Zacroma.
"Don't walk away from me! Answer me!" Rorek yelled, coming in himself.
"You're such a b&&&&, Rorek." He scoffed.
"B&&&&&&!" Rorek snapped right back.
"Sissies don't swear, Rorek." Malchior informed.
"They have uttered the forbidden words!!!" Starfire exclaimed. Malchior just raised an eyebrow at her.
"Alright, you two, behave and clean up. You too Zacroma. I will take care of the mess in the living room." Raven said.
"Everyone here?" Robin asked. "Never thought I'd have to count heads to make sure, alright, first I think we need to—"
"Forgive me for interrupting, but must I really be here? I mean, I am not even a 'Teen Titan', and would rather die than hold a title like that anyway." Malchior asked.
"Are you diss'n our name?!" Cyborg demanded.
"No, what I am doing is insulting you're name, I do not know what 'diss'n' is suppose to mean." He responded.
"Yes you need to be here because this meeting is about you as well." Robin interrupted before it could go any farther.
"I'm not going back into that book if that's what you're thinking. I'll burn it before that happens." Malchior pointed out abruptly.
"You will not be going into my room, at all, and so you will have no chance to get it. Right?" Raven asked, her eyes narrow.
Malchior looked at her, and then backed down. "Right." He said with hardly any tone to his voice.
"That's not really what I was thinking, but it sounds like a good idea, thank you Malchior." Robin said, just to spite him.
"Actually, Robin, as much as I hate to say it, that wouldn't be a good idea." Rorek told him.
Everyone looked at him, "What?" Robin asked.
"In case none of you have noticed, Rorek and I are beginning to merge again." Malchior answered.
"Say what?! Merge, but you're—" Beast Boy exclaimed.
"Oh, that's right," Malchior gave Rorek a rather haughty smirk, "He told you I was an incarnation of the evil he tried to get rid of, didn't he? Well, that would be another lie. We are two parts of the same dragon. Separated by the White Magus over two thousand years ago, we use to be a gray dragon, which, for those of you who don't know, is a dragon that is in complete equilibrium, equal parts of light and dark. The most powerful kind of all dragons, often called a silver dragon as well. Currently, however, we are but dark and light dragons, the White Magus didn't give either of us the, pleasure, of being completely Crystal or completely Ebony dragons, separately, we're as week as a normal dragon." He explained.
"But combined you create a force capable of weakening Trigon. It makes sense!" Zacroma exclaimed.
"And against each other, the same power is achieved." Rorek added solemnly.
"But not just towards the other. See, what Rorek didn't want you all to know, is that he is just as responsible as I am for a devastation that nearly destroyed the entire world over a thousand years ago. But because we can't be killed unless we kill each other, the solution was imprisonment. Rorek into a jewel, and me into that book." Malchior explained, earning himself a piercing glare from Rorek, which he pointedly ignored.
Surprisingly, though, Robin didn't look quite as surprised as the others. "So, this merging, how exactly does it work?" He asked.
"Ah well," Malchior smirked at Rorek, who flashed him another warning glare.
"The spell the White Magus placed on us is wearing off, it has been ever since I came here and was in a close enough proximity to Malchior, in spite of his entrapment." He explained.
"Well, that would explain the shaving cream..." Beast Boy said.
"You mean you're actually following along?" Raven asked, suddenly impressed.
"I've been translating." Cyborg assured her.
"HEY!" the changeling exclaimed.
"Please continue." Robin said loudly.
"We'll merge a little more every year, meaning the two of us will become more and more alike, as horrific a prospect it is. Thankfully, all the merging for this year has happened. And therefore, Rorek swore and I am not trying to have you all for my evening meal." Malchior concluded.
"When will it be complete?" Asked Cyborg.
"We don't know, depends on how much more we merge the next year." Rorek answered, glowering slightly at the thought as well.
"So eventually you're going to turn into one person again?" Beast Boy summarized.
Both of them grimaced at the same time, but in different ways of course, "Yes." Malchior answered flatly.
"Okay, my brain hurts now." Beast Boy said, falling to the ground.
"Beast Boy, are you alright? Shall I wrap your head in bandage cloth?" Starfire asked with concern.
"Just leave him." Raven said with a sigh.
"Well, now that that's settled, let's move on to the next issue. Sleeping arrangements." Robin said.
"Huh?" Beast Boy sat up. "Okay, he is not staying in my room!" He exclaimed, pointing at Malchior.
"Of course I'm not! I'm staying in Raven's room." Malchior responded, placing his hand on said mystic's shoulder.
"Get your hand off me before I remove it from your wrist." Raven told him.
"Or not." He said, doing as ordered.
"We need two more rooms, we have three extras. The only problem, they're all being used to store our junk." Robin said.
"Two...you mean I can stay too?!" Zacroma exclaimed.
"YAY!" Beast Boy cheered.
"What sort of 'stuff' is in those rooms?" Asked Raven.
"Uh...well..." Robin sweatdropped.
"Let me guess, it's mostly Beast Boy and Cyborg's stuff, isn't it?" She sighed.
"Kinda, yeah." He answered.
"Then they shall clean it up!" Starfire concluded.
"What!?" Beast Boy exclaimed.
"No way man! Not by ourselves!!!" Cyborg added.
"Well, if you don't want to keep any of it, I could always transport it all to the dump." Raven suggested.
"NO! NO! We'll ah, we'll get right on it." Cyborg and Beast Boy said at the same time. They then zoomed out that door like lightening.
"There is still a problem though." Starfire said.
"What's that?" Zacroma asked.
"There are still more boys than there are girls." She answered. Raven and Robin sweatdropped.
"Uh, Starfire?" Robin began, "Stop reading those magazines!" He and Raven said at the same time.
A/N: Don't worry, I have one more chapter left. Anyways, sorry about the delay, Monday was a really bad day, hardly got any writing in. And all I have is a set of boards I broke with my bare foot to show for it. Sigh. Oh well!
Alright, since there were more than one people thinking along this same line, I'm just gonna state my response here. No, I am not writing a lemon! I can't even read lemons! Therefore, can't write, won't write, too bad. (Therefore Raven will not be getting pregnant . Okay I just don't write that kind of a plot! Alright?!) Ahem, what you will be getting, however, is what I like to call SSS, stands for Sweet Snugly Stuff. Or some lime. See, I have this thing against blatant sex, call me a daddy's girl, but I do.
Though I do hope you all liked the Rorek/Malchior complication, heheh, it gets better though, trust me.
Avery Redlind: MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Wouldn't you like to know!
PrepIam: Okay, I cannot take it anymore, STOP FREAK'N CUSSING!!! YOU DO NOT CUSS IN A REVIEW!!! Stories, maybe, but only for reality's sake! And if you're cussing just to be cool, it isn't working! In fact one of my friends doesn't cuss at all, and she has, what? 21 guys going after her for a date! She is quite popular, and you wanna know why? It's because she can be cool and not have to cuss because of it. AND I AM NOT WRITING A LEMON!!! Okay, okay, sorry, but you're really irking me with this. I appreciate the enthusiasm you have, and I'm grateful you're reading my story, but when I keep cringing every time I read one of your reviews, well, there's only so much I can take. You might think it's cool to cuss, but I don't, it's a sign of poor intellect when you have to cuss in order to express yourself. So do us all a favor and pick up a dictionary so you can say even more insulting stuff without the need to curse in every sentence. Okidoki?
Syunikiss: Wow, that's probably one of the most blush-inducing complements I have heard in a while. Thank you! It really means a lot.
Aori Tsuki: Again, thank you! You don't know how much that means to me! You know, there's always one person who seems to figure out what I'm up to before the chapter even comes out. Congratulations on being the one to guess they'd become one person eventually! Wish me luck on the sequel!
Yukinna: Lol! Yeah, too bad it'd change the plot too much if I did that. And my Malchior character is naturally casual and easygoing...sorta. I hope this chapter explained some of that though, but I think him as being more sarcastic and arrogant myself. Though, let's be fair, he is a dragon, and one can only assume that dragons have different mentalities than humans, in fact it's almost required, or it should be anyways. I dunno, but I like it, and I hope you do too. Lol, SHAVING CREAM!
Well, that's all I have to say for now. So! (Cracks knuckles and opens up a new Word Document) Uhhh....(Stares at it) (Hits head on desk) Now what?!