Hello, readers who seem to just like my stuff i call a story. Sorry it's been awhile, but I kept getting side tracked and had school to deal with and... stuff. Well I hope you enjoy this chapter, but this one won't be where that much more gruesomeness is. It's pretty much the last happy day for a bit, so I just couldnt let it go unread. But when I get the next chapter up, blood gore, anger, and violence shall rule the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans, but I do watch the show.

Chapter 3: Shattered Glass and Broken Bones

The next morning, the two woke up in each others arms. They seemed to both of had a somewhat nice dream, as they were both smiling for some reason.

"Hey there, beautiful." Zaith said slyly.

"Stop flattering me, Zaith. You know I'm not beautiful." Raven said modestly.

"You are beautiful, Raven." Zaith said, as he gave her a gentle kiss.

The two kissed once more, and then Raven left the room so that she could go to her room and change into another set of clothing. Zaith did the same in his room, and then they went downstairs to find out if anything had happened while they were sleeping.

When the two arrived in the lobby, they were greeted by Star Fire, who seemed very happy for some reason.

"Hello friend Raven and friend Zaith." She said as she hugged the two at once.

"Hello, Star Fire." Raven said as she tried to wiggle out of the hug.

Star Fire soon let go, and then began to speak to Raven quietly.

"You are so lucky to have a boy friend like Zaith." She whispered quietly. "But tell me, what does this 'kiss' feel like?"

"Wha?! How do you know that… BEAST BOY!!" Raven exclaimed now knowing what had happened.

Beast Boy, who at the time was behind the counter and next to the refrigerator, cowered behind the refrigerator door.

"I'm sorry." He cried, knowing that he was going to get beat up for what he had done. "But they forced me to tell them."

"They?!" Raven exclaimed as she used her powers to toss a large chocolate cake at him from the frige. Beast Boy fell to the ground, and when he got up, he found himself covered in a delicious yet ruined cake.

"Sorry, Raven, but we were wondering why you two seemed so close." Cyborg said as he rose from the sofa.

"Well you guys aren't mad about it, are you?" Zaith said.

"Nah, man, we don't mind. Just don't try and double cross us, okay?" Cyborg said.

"Don't worry, I'm not like that. If anything, I'll just end up leaving, and that's something I don't plan on doing." Zaith said.

"Well, if you two want to go out and be alone for a while, then go ahead. I'll keep you posted if something happens." Robin said.

"Alright, well I'll just leave that to Raven to decide whether we should do something or not." Zaith said, as he looked Raven in the eye for a moment.

"I think I know just the place." She said, grinning to herself.

Then Zaith followed Raven out of the tower, as they began to walk to the destination the Raven thought would be interesting for Zaith. They spoke on the way there, talking about simple things. The subject wasn't really that interesting until Zaith actually made a joke the Raven laughed at. It was relatively hilarious, because not only were the people around them laughing as well, but this was something that Beast Boy, the self proclaimed funny man, couldn't do.

Eventually the subject changed from jokes and simple talk to a different topic, namely how Zaith was able to heal so quickly after being hit by a train.

"Well, I don't really know myself. I get cut and I bleed, and when I get shot, I feel the pain. But the wounds never seem to stay that long, and if I have to go to the hospital, then I only stay for a day or two."

"But that's weird, I've never heard of someone that can regenerate themselves so quickly."

"Well, it isn't regeneration where I lose an arm, I can grow it back. It's just that I heal my wounds faster. I guess my body has gotten so use to being in danger, that when it needs to heal it does it fast so that I can continue to fight."

"I have another question though. I understand that Lade is your brother and that He's crazy and what not, but why is it that you two seem so different?" Raven asked curiously.

"I'm not too sure. It could simply be because of some sort of mental defect he could have, but he's never stayed in a hospital long enough for the doctors to examine him."

The two continued to talk about small events in their days recently, finding small memories of happiness to remember upon. Soon, Raven stopped where she was, as they had come across the place that she wanted to show Zaith.

It was a martial arts dojo, by the name of the 'Silver Tiger Dojo'. Zaith followed her inside, and found that inside was a dingle room, a large training area where several fights were happening at the same time.

One of the fights intrigued Zaith, as a young man was fighting an old man holding a cane in his right hand, obviously a walking stick. The young man, though having the advantage of youth and agility, was being beaten by the old man and his intelligent strategies and quick thinking. The old man moved and blocked the youngsters' attacks with ease and grace, as if this were merely child's play to him.

"Stop!" The old man said during the fight. The youngster stopped attacking then bowed at his master. HE then backed away, and allowed the old man to walk towards Zaith uninterrupted.

"What do you want?" said the old man.

"Well… uh…"

"HE is here to train." Raven said.

"Is he… Have you any training in martial arts, young man?"

"A little bit, sir, but it is nothing compared to your skill, master."

"Don't be so modest. I am simply a guide to another's enlightenment. Come spare with me, and we shall see how skilled you are in martial arts."

The old man led Zaith to the small fighting ring in the middle of the room, where the old man the youngster was training earlier. The two bowed towards one another, then took up a fighting pose they were comfortable with.

The old man allowed Zaith to make the first move, which wasn't Zaith's style. Zaith charged forward and allowed himself to be countered by a grab move that the master would put on him. HE was then forced to the ground but as the master came down for what usually would appear to be a finishing blow, Zaith caught his fist then pushed the master away. Zaith then stood up quickly, and the old man began to speak again.

"You are not to bad, young one. You have greater potential and skill then you admit."

The tow continued to fight for some time, creating quite the show as the two would show each other up with a stronger and stronger move. Eventually, the old ad defeated Zaith by using the vast knowledge of martial arts against Zaith.

"Very good, young man. You have great skill, but you need more training to sharpen your technique." The old man said.

"Well then, I'll be needing some more training. You wouldn't mind training me, would you?" Zaith said, who was sweating from the fight.

"Before I do train you, I would like to know your name."

"My name is Zaith Falken."

"Zaith Falken… Alright, young Titan, I shall train. Come here whenever you can to train."

"Thank you, sir." Zaith said as he was given a white towel from one of the students in the room.

"Well, before you leave, I suggest you have a shower, as the people outside will not appreciate your smell at the moment." The old man said.

Another student came next to Zaith and quietly led him into another room through a door in the far end of the room. This led to a long hallway and another door that the student led him through. This new room was a large shower, both for male and female from what it seemed. The room was segmented by several wall separators, but there was enough room to talk to one another at the top of the separators.

Zaith quickly took a shower, and then left so that he could meet up with Raven again. When he made his way to the large training room, where he saw the old man fighting another student. Raven had been watching the fight intently, gasping every few seconds as the old man blocked another dazzling move from the student.

When Raven saw Zaith walking towards her, waved lightly, and continued to watch the duel.

"Raven, ready to go?"

"Yeah." She said as she looked towards Zaith, leaving the fight she found quite interesting.

The two then left the dojo aand began to walk aimlessly down the sidewalk. "It's already two o'clock; maybe we should go get something to eat." Raven said.

"Alright, where to?"

"Let's go back to the 'Aeris's Café', I've heard that Alice is going to do some poetry tonight."

"Wait, Alice was the cashier at that one clothing store we went to awhile ago right?"

"Yep. Now lets get going."

The two eventually made their way to the café, and once there, they ordered their meals, talked, ate… the whole 'shibang'. They laughed, made fun of each other, kissed… yeah, they were being romantic. Eventually they heard Alice's little poetry piece, which both Raven and Zaith found very… dark.

After the meal, the two decided to go home, as they found that it was already seven pm. The way home seemed very short, as they talked about simple things on the way there. The entered the door to the tower, the one place they could truly relax.

But when they saw what was inside, tears filled Raven's eyes and anger filled Zaith's heart. The tower had apparently been attacked while the two were away, as the scars of battle had shown. The sofa was torn, walls were broken, glass cups and cupboard doors littered the floor, rotten food from the refrigerator lied near the frige, and the electronic center was short circuiting.

But the damage to the personal items wasn't what had changed the mood. No, it was the bodies of their friends, bleeding, battered, and bruised.

"What happened?"

"From the looks of all their damage, they aren't dead, but if we don't get them to a hospital soon. they might not make it through the night." Zaith said, responding to Raven's question.

"Zaith…"

"Robin?" Zaith said as he rushed over to Robin who was lying over one end of the sofa. "Robin, who did this?"

"… Vlade…"

"Damn… Don't worry, I'll deal with the asshole, I promise you."

"Here… take this."

Robin then handed him a folder with a few papers sticking out. Zaith quickly looked inside and found that someone was doing there homework on Vlade.

"I was doing some-" Robin began to cough loudly, and when he removed his hand, he found some blood on it. "-Research."

"Raven, get these guys to the hospital…" Zaith said.

"You're not going to help?" Raven said, confused as to why he had just said what he said.

"I've got some work to do."

Raven, seeing the fury in his eyes and anger in his voice, she realized that he wasn't for completely explaining himself. Vlade had obviously gone too far, and he was going to do something about it. Raven soon used her powers to teleport the others to the hospital, while Zaith went up to his room, which was untouched by Vlade. He pulled a laptop out of the dresser in his room. He then sat down at the small table in the room, and began searching the internet for anything that could help him, besides what Robin had found.

After about an hour or so, Raven returned to the tower and eventually made her way to her room, which was also left alone. She then decided to check on Zaith, who at the time was still searching the internet, referring to small notes Robin had written down in the folder every now and then.

"Zaith, are you alright?" Raven said, concerned for Zaith and his angry behavior.

"Lot's of things, but maybe I can change that." He said plainly.

"You don't mind if I stay here for a while, do you?"

"Go ahead; I'll join you later on."

Raven walked over to the raised platform and then made her way into the sleeping matt. Before she fell asleep, she looked over to Zaith and spoke again.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

Zaith then pushed a short series of buttons, which shut the laptop off. Then he replied to Raven'squestion.

"No, I'm not okay… But I'm dealing with it, like I've been dealing with it for the last eight years." He said angrily.

"Zaith…" Raven said, a bit scared from the expression that he was making.

"I'm sorry… it's just, Vlade is really working on my last nerve, and… It's hard, dealing with it all. The death of my parents, running from home to home, never having long lasting friendships… it all adds up, and sometimes I just can't handle it all."

Zaith looked down at the floor, knowing he was wrong for being angry towards Raven. Raven then hovered her way over to Zaith and hugged him around the neck.

"Come on, it's time for bed."

Zaith carried Raven over to the bed, then the two went into the large sleeping matt. Slowly, as they held each other in their arms, they eventually fell asleep, which was a much needed relief from the drama of the day.

Well, I'm probably a sappy guy, but maybe it's a good thing. I'll get the next chapter up... eventually. So when it's up, check it out. Violence is awesome, especially when you make it. 'Blow the living crap out of it'. 'Blow the living crap out of it some more'. This story shall be my playground of destruction! HAHAHAHA!!!!