Sorry, I've been busy with several things during the last couple of weeks, so it has been a while since I typed. New Jersey SUCKS for its evil testing! Oh well, I'll live.

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

Chapter 6: Crying Woman

As the day progressed, Zaith eventually made his way back to the Tower. There was little for him to do at the time of his arrival, as the others had left the Tower, apparently feeling bored of their confines.

Zaith walked up the long steps that made the stairway, the sound of his footsteps his only friend in the lonely building. His room was much the same, silent, save for the hum of the air conditioning.

Zaith yawned lightly, and then began to scratch his chin. "Maybe I shut get some sleep. I've got nothing better to do."

Slowly, he lied down onto his bed, leaving his clothing on. Zaith found it hard to sleep, as the thought of the un-named archer continued to loom in his thoughts. Even in the slumber that soon followed, he thought much of her.

As the day wore on, The Titans returned, but were soon called to duty when Mumbo was seen robbing a jewelry store. The group did not wait for Zaith, as their numbers would surely have outmatched the strange magician.

Nightfall soon came, and the Titans returned home for some well earned rest. Slowly, the each separated to form their own paths through the quiet halls. Shadow followed Raven into her room, as he had been doing for the last five months. Sweet slumber came for Raven and Shadow, as well as the rest of the team.

A figure had followed the team though, but had yet to enter the building. The person had managed to climb the slick surface of the outer walls, an amazing feat to see, had the person been caught. The climber looked into every window, apparently searching for something specific. Upon finding what the person was looking for, he (or she) opened the window and quietly entered the room.

After closing the window, the figure reached behind his or herself and grabbed a shiny object. The person walked over to the bed and pointed the object in front of Zaith's face, which did not stir from the movements around him. The person reached behind once more, this time wielding a thin object and placing it onto the other one.

"I can't let you do it. I can't let you live." The person said quietly.

The voice rang in Zaith's ear, its familiarity coming to his mind. Quickly, he reached into his coat and drew a black object out. With it pointed at his attacker, he spoke out loud, making himself heard.

"Do it and you won't live to see five minuets from now." He threatened.

"What are you gonna do, shot me?" Said the voice. From Zaith's standpoint, the voice sound very feminine, but he could care less at the moment.

"Put it down. Now!"

Realizing Zaith's seriousness, she lowered her weapon and placed it gently on the ground. Zaith, in turn, put his gun back into his jacket. After that, he rolled off of the bed to his right, away from the stranger. He flicked the lamp next to him on, practically blinding his assailant.

The image of the stranger shocked him to the core. A tall, dark haired woman stood next to his bed, her hand in front of her face, shielding her eyes from the light. She stood almost 5'8, and from the looks of her body, she was fit and could have only weighed about one hundred ten pounds at most. Her hair came past her shoulders to just above her hips. Light colored (almost cream) skin and green, gentle eyes shown on her face as Zaith looked at her.

As for her attire, a small, black shirt covered her torso (save for the bra she most likely wore). A dark green 'V' could be seen running across the front of her shirt, yet the back remained a mystery to him at the moment. Her arms were bare, except for the small bracelet that she had on her left wrist. It was a band of green beads held together by a piece of elastic rubber. Each bead had a symbol from the Japanese language, but Zaith could not decipher it at the moment.

Going farther down, a pair of black grago pants traced her thighs and calves. The bottom creases of the pants were torn, most likely from walking barefoot around the household. Her feet were in black Nike shoes, and the sign shown green, like her eyes.

Zaith returned to her face, and upon seeing the gentle eyes of his assailant (who had finally adjusted to the sudden light), he finally placed the face. He had seen her hours earlier, when the criminals were caught by a woman with a bow in her hand.

"What are you doing here?" Zaith asked harshly.

"None of your business." The woman said abruptly.

"It's my business when I almost get killed. Now explain yourself."

"I'm protecting my future." She said, turning away from Zaith.

"What do you mean?" He asked but received no reply.

"Fine, you don't want to talk. Hand me your bow."

She turned to Zaith, a single tear rolling down her cheek. Zaith showed no sign of concern for her in his eyes, and disappointedly, she kneeled and grasped the bow. She tossed it to him, which he caught without taking his eyes off of her.

Suddenly, she tried to run to the door, but with the bow in hand, Zaith aimed and shot the single arrow still on the bow at her. It snagged the end of her pants, causing the woman to fall onto the floor.

Zaith tossed the bow onto his bed, and then slowly walked over to the stranger. He knelt down next to her, finding more tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

She remained silent, facing away from him, as if his question brought a knife to her face. Upon seeing this, he reached for the arrows and removed it from her pants, freeing her from her bonds. She tried to run away from Zaith again, only to be caught once more, this time by Zaith's strong hands.

Her eyes filled up with more tears, and she pursed her lips, trying to conceal the sobs she wanted to release. Zaith stood up and began to pull her towards the bed. She tried to pull away, only to find an unwavering grip. Once next to the bed, he spoke quietly to the woman he held onto.

"Sit down."

She did as she was told, sitting down onto the bed, still holding in as of her much crying as possible. Zaith let go of her hand, which she retracted and placed in her lap onto the other. He sat down next to her, and with a somewhat strange gesture, held his arms open, as if welcoming a hug.

"Wha?" The woman asked.

"I know you need to cry, but I won't just let you cry alone thinking there's no one that cares."

Suddenly more tears came to her eyes, and she lunged into his chest, sobbing hysterically. She raised her hands and began pounding on his chest, and a single word escaped her lips in an understandable language.

"WHY!"

Zaith wrapped his arms around the woman, holding her compassionately. He could feel his shirt begin to moisten as she cried into his shoulder, muffling her moans of sadness from the outside world. This seemed to her the only refuge available in her time of distress, and the unwelcome world was not allowed to invade her trust of this one man.

Time passed, seconds, minuets, hours. What felt like an eternity she cried into his beating chest, and he sat there motionless, holding her almost lovingly. He was gentle in her time of need, though many would reason that it would not be appropriate to do the same for a crying woman.

I've got the rest of the weekend, as well as the week to write another chapter, so it shouldn't take too long. And es the whole Mumbo was retarded and probably unnesesary. But it gave me another paragraph to explain what happened from time to time. Well, review if you liked or hated it, or if you have to tell me of an error or whatever. Cya.