I now present Chapter three, so stop whining.

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

Chapter 3: Long Story Short

As Zaith walked away, Raven continued to cry, alone in her dark room. Tears fell from her cheeks onto the floor, like rain drops in a pool of water.

A dark shadow began to swell at the edge of the door, and from the darkness, a shadowy figure appeared. Moments later, the figure was out of the shadows and was visible to the naked eye. The person moved towards the crying Raven and placed a pale hand on her right shoulder.

"Are you alright, Raven?" The figure asked.

Raven gasped as she heard the voice of the figure, never noticing that anyone had entered her room. Frightened, she quickly turned and back handed the figure, then stood up and moved away, readying herself for an attack at any moment.

"Raven, calm down. It's me, Shadow." The figure said.

"But-"

"Hello, the name."

Raven lowered her defenses and began to cry once more, sobbing into her hands. Shadow moved forward and took her into his arms, trying to comfort her.

"It's alright." Shadow said in a soothing tone.

"…It's… ot… lrigh…" Raven mumbled, unable to speak through Shadow's shoulder. He understood what she said, thanks to his telepathy.

Slowly, he walked Raven over to her bed and sat her down. Raven pulled away from Shadow's arms and looked away from his gaze.

"I… I'm being too emotion." Raven said in a monotonous, dull tone.

"Raven, it's normal to have feelings. Everyone has them."

"I'm not supposed to have these feelings! I'm not supposed to feel anything!"

"That's not true. If you weren't supposed to have these feelings, then why do you have them?"

"I…" Raven paused, not knowing the answer to Shadow's question. She knew he was right, but she hated to admit it.

"I understand that you've been hurt, and I want to try and help you. But you have to accept the past, and you have to accept you feelings." Shadow said as he placed his hand on Raven's cheek, turning her face ever so gently towards his own.

"Shadow, I'm-"

"It's alright. Please, tell me what happened between you two."

"…" Raven remained quiet, knowing that explaining her story would only cause her to cry again.

"Raven, please tell me. Otherwise, I can't help you."

"Alright… It all started with this one giant robot…"

- (author's notes: I don't feel like explaining this part in six pages, so if you want to find out, then read Cherry Blossoms, it's where it all begins.)-

"… And after that, Zaith went on to do all those other things he's done over the years." Raven said, finishing her story.

Shadow, who barely managed to keep his jaw from dropping throughout the story, began to speak.

"I have one question."

"Yes?"

"Why did you have sex with the guy?"

"Is that all you can think about?" Raven said, somewhat offended by the comment.

"No, it's not that. It's just, you only knew him for like three days and the two of you were already going past third base."

"Does it matter, we were in love."

"Alright, alright… But answer me this. Do you still… have feelings for him?"

"He… He still holds a place in my heart. Zaith was my first love. But I've lost the love I use to have for him after waiting all that time."

"And of me?" Shadow said.

"I think you already know the answer to that question." Raven said with a wicked smile on her face.

-Elsewhere-

Zaith had made his way down the long flight of stairs and was currently sitting in a chair in the lobby area, thinking of how he had hurt Raven. His eyes stared at the floor, as if ready to shoot holes through it.

Star Fire, in an attempt to cheer Zaith up, decided to make one of her many Tamiranian dishes meant as a cake of good will and fortune. Upon placing the cake on his lap, Zaith simply lifted the plate to his mouth and devoured the cake whole, no chewing, no tasting. The others were amazed to see the feat, as anyone else would simply barf, save Terra who somehow enjoyed Star Fire's cooking. Star Fire made another dish, and another, and another, only to be met with the empty void that was Zaiths' stomach.

"DUDE, HOW DO YOU DO THAT?" Beast Boy yelled, knowing all too well that one slice off Star Fire's cake would probably poison him to death.

"Simple, I just don't care."

"Please, friend Zaith, speak to us. Tell us why you are so 'down in the dumps'." Star Fire said, hoping she used the proper analogy.

"It's because Raven hates me, and I can't blame her. I have been gone for six years after all." Zaith said in despair.

"Wow, man. I've never heard you so depressed." Cyborg said, trying to look Zaith in the eye.

"No offence, but you've barely known me to begin with. I was only a Titan for a week or so."

"Maybe you should go outside and do something. You probably need the fresh air anyway." Night Wing said, attempting to get Zaith to do something.

"Sorry, been outside plenty already."

"Well, we could always watch a movie. We got some killer horror flicks." Terra said, pulling a movie box from behind her.

"No thanks, but horror movies aren't scary."

"Then why don't we initiate a 'group hug'!" Star Fire said, the signs of joy on her cheeks.

Immediately, Star Fire pounced on Zaith, squeezing the life out of him. Or so the other Titans thought. Try as she might, Star Fire could not make Zaith move, not even flinch. After a hug, she tried to pull Zaith out of the chair, but only found his arms movable. She tried to lift the chair so that Zaith would fall to the floor, but he stayed there, as if glued to the chair. After a few minuets of Star Fire's struggling, she gave up and placed the chair upon the floor.

"I… I have never seen so unmoving as you, Zaith. You must truly be a broken hearted person for such a thing to happen, as I am stringer then six blinthogs." Star Fire Said, informing the others of her vast intergalactic knowledge.

"Uhh, what's a blinthog, Star?" Cyborg said.

"I've got nothing better to do, so I think I'll hit the sack. You don't mind if I use one of the spare rooms again, do you?" Zaith said as he stood up from the chair with little effort.

"No problem, just use the one on the eighteenth floor." Night Wing said, watching Zaith carefully.

"Thanks." Zaith said as he walked towards the center of the room, and then picked up the duffle bag that he had dropped earlier. He then made his way towards the stairwell and began to climb the many steps.

"He does know there is an elevator, right?" Terra said, curious as to why he was using the stairs.

"I think he likes the exercise." Night Wing said.

After the somewhat grueling eighteen flights of steps, Zaith finally made it to the floor that Night Wing had directed him to go to. Zaith didn't actually find the stairs to tiresome, but the fact that he continued to run up and down those steps had become somewhat of a nuisance to him.

Zaith eventually came to a door labeled 'SPARE'. The label brought back a memory from the old days, but the memory did not linger long, as he soon entered the room and placed the bag on the ground. He began to unpack, slowly removing several peices of clothing, as well as his silver broad sword, still in it's sheath. He placed the clothing into the simple dresser by the wall, while placeing the sword atop it, making it easy for him to get if he needed it.

"Back to normal... What was I thinking..." Zaith said to himself as he continued to unpack.

Simple enough... And if you don't feel like doing the research, that's ok, I don't plan on brining much else back. If you were expecting something else from this chapter then o well, because this chapter did what I needed it to, draw out the story.

Anyway, if you have a suggestion or whatever, review me. peace.