Raven and Ebony

By: Lakija

Author's Notes: Okay. Thank you guys for reviewing! I'm so happy! You guys are great!

Don't you guys worry your heads. I will keep Raven in her character. And now I've changed my story, because I want it now a total Raven Hiei fic. So the focus is on our two dark sages.

No… one of my reviewers wanted a Kuraven?… Rayvama…? Ray/Kurama fic… yeah that'll work. I am going to do something new: rather than start a new fic, I'll make separate sections for a Riei… Raven/Hiei fic, and a Ray/Kurama fic. So it'll be sumthin like this:

Section 1:

Raven and Hiei… and then Hiei grabbed the whatchamacallit off the table… Raven blushed at the card he gave her…the end.

A/N.. Blah Blah…

Section 2:

Raven and Kurama did this… so and so said that… Kurama said this to Raven…Raven blushed furiously… the end.

I'll try it out this chapter. You guys can see two romances unfold before your eyes. Maybe…

Summary (Extended): Robin realizes that the city is being overrun by class S demons. Robin decides to call up two old friends: Kurama and Hiei to help out. Will Hiei the Dark Sage lure her with the flaming fishing rod of black passion? Or will the Red-head in shining… red…pick up her heart with the pointy stick of love? Who knows? Mwahaha!

Disclaimer: I'm just a fanfic writer who does not own Microsoft, Pringles, France, an Xbox, Yuu Yuu Hakuusho, or Teen Titans. Too bad. T.T

Raven

Section One: Chapter Two: Darkness… Flame? I Like…

I studied Azarath for a long time. Three hours. Even though my books were well worn and memorized, I loved the dark tales of survival and history.

About fifteen minutes ago, while I was reading the story of Blackbird the Conqueror, I had heard the door, but I hadn't bothered to see who I was…

I began the meditation process instead. I often did this to calm my mind. To keep my emotions stable. My room grew dark as I focused my mind.

I heard a sound outside my door. I ignored it.

My mind shifted back to my meditation. My eyes only saw black. Endless dark. I was calm. In a state of complete nirvana.

Beastboy came into the room. Good God.

"Raven, dinner…" he stated.

"Not hungry."

"But we're having your favorite. Blackened chicken with dark truffles and blackberry pie." Beastboy was a complete and total idiot.

"I said I'm-"

"Why do you always have to be such an Ice Queen?" he scoffed.

"Leave me alone please. I don't feel like eating right now," I pleaded with him.

"Come on this time Raven… we have friends over," he said.

I raised my eyebrows. "And since when do I jump at the chance to meet brand new friends?" I asked.

Beastboy frowned.

"Man Raven. And I had someone just like you to meet. But that's obviously out of the question…" Beastboy sneered, walking away from the door.

"Good riddance too…" I muttered. But I felt my eyes burning. I told him that I was not hungry, and he made a joke out of it. Why couldn't he have simply asked me if I wanted to meet what's his name? I also realized that it was pointless to ponder.

I drew my knees up to my face. This entire week, he'd belittled me, and made fun of my dark powers more so that usual…

"…meditating all the time… You're sick…"

"…come out of your room! What're you doing anyway?"

"…dude? What's that supposed to be? Meditation?"

"Why do you always have to be such and Ice Queen?"

An Ice Queen…

Now, I could not hold in the pressure any more. I felt tears spilling down my face.

I never cry. I usually never let anyone get to me. But I was tired of being the one to suffer all of the time. My sorrow didn't matter, because there was obviously something everyone else knew that I couldn't see. Something that was funny

I was sobbing now. I heard dishes rattling in the dining room.

Why was I always being singled out? I struggled to contain my sobs, Stuffing my face in a pillow. I heard distant voices saying something about scanning the city for signs of disturbance. Robin thought that my crying was something in the city. Good. I also heard Beastboy say that I wasn't coming. He was absolutely right.

I didn't notice my door opening.

"Go away!" I groaned. Would Beastboy ever leave me be?

However, I noticed that the footsteps were not hard and stupid, but careful and cautious.

I looked up. A boy… or man… was standing in front of me.

He had on a robe, with black boots, a white scarf over his forehead, and the unmistakable shape of a sword on his waist. Immediately, I also noticed that great power was emanating from him. His face was beautiful and youthful; his eyebrows made a frown.

The boy looked at me.

"So the green imbecile did not lie," he said. His voice was one I'd die for. Deep; all-knowing; sarcastic; deadly.

"I suppose he didn't…" I muttered.

"And you are?" he asked.

"Raven…" I whispered, my voice cracking.

"Charmed. My name is Hiei," he said. I gasped slightly.

"Did I say something that startled you?" he asked.

"No… n…no" I stuttered. My voice would not obey me.

Hiei raised his eyebrows.

"…" he said. "What's wrong with you? I can't afford to baby-sit emotional teens…" Hiei grunted.

"Nothing… I'm fine."

"You're a very poor liar." He stated matter-of-factly. "It was your power that led me here."

"I'm from Azarath, if that's what you'd like to know… an… and…(sigh)… Beastboy, the green one, does not understand… tha…that…-"

"He doesn't understand the way of darkness. He doesn't know that all we do is necessary…"

"Yes!" I suddenly sat up, looking back at him.

"I see I have a kindred spirit," Hiei muttered.

Amazingly, he walked over to me. That's when I noticed just how handsome he was. His sleek jaw line, his sharp eyes.

"Do not listen to those who do not know of the darkness. You're not like the others. You're… a little darker… " he commented.

"Yeah, whatever," I said. I couldn't be a total wimp, some helpless girl.

"If you were smart, you'd head my warning, but do as you will. There is a patrol of the city in order right now, and later we'll go again. I'm going to familiar myself with the city, if you don't mind."

"Why'd you come in my room, really?" I asked.

"Because it's closer to where the others are, since you want to know so badly…"

Hiei raised my window. I watched as he leapt out. And I'd been in the bed all that time and only now did I see that we had about the same outfit. Go figure.

I couldn't wait to get to know what dark powers he could conjure up…

A/N: The romance is really gonna fly… when he shows her his magic stick… meaning his shiny sword. So get your heads out of the gutters if you though I meant something else. As for the rest of you, Hiei has a pretty spiffy katana!

Section Two: Chapter Two: A Rose By Any Other Name…

I didn't notice my door opening.

"Go away!" I groaned. Would Beastboy ever leave me be?

However, I noticed that the footsteps were not hard and stupid, but careful and cautious.

I looked up. A boy… or man… was standing in front of me.

There was a red-head with big green eyes. He was frowning. I noticed that he had on traditional Chinese robes in yellow and green. He glanced about the room, until his eyes lay upon my sorrowful figure underneath the covers.

"Ah… so you are Raven?" he asked. His voice was mystifying. Soft and all-knowing.

I didn't say anything.

His brows furrowed. "What's the matter? Are you upset?"

Fore some reason, all I could do was sob. The boy walked over to me, placing his arm around my shoulder. He smelled fragrant.

"What has upset you? I won't make a big deal out of it," he assured me.

"It's the green one, Beastboy. He… doesn't understand me. He makes me feel alienated," I moaned. A perfect stranger.

"You should not take his antics seriously. Some people are unaware that they are hurting people when they feel that something is amusing. And the victims fear that they cannot associate with these people because they are different. Beastboy is ignorant to your feelings, because he dies not know how it feels to be belittled. For no one has called him out of his name because of his unheard-of skin color, have they?"

"I smiled at this person, whoever he was.

"Hm… my name is Kurama… I take it you are away of my stay here, yes?" he asked. He was a mind-reader too?

I frowned, sniffing. WTF was I crying for again? I forget…

I wiped off my eyes as Kurama let me go. That's when I got to see his face. It was so smooth and lustrous. Or was that his fiery hair? I know that my face was burning, because Kurama smiled bashfully.

He extended his hand. I took it. Like many people, he held my hand in both of his. He had extensive experience. I could feel it. Both physically and with intuition. The boy's left hand was wonderfully soft. He hand long elegant fingers that were silky. His nails were unusually sharp. However, his right hand had countless scars and it was rough. I could feel calluses on it. His nails were equally sharp.

"A rose; It is a beauty thing is a deadly weapon when in hands that have sagacity. However, when in hands that have no knowledge, a rose only slowly deteriorates from the inside. You tell which of my hands knows the deadly secrets of a rose, and I will tell you the extent of your intellect…" he replied.

I gasped. I was a complete sucker for people who used intelligent words. Somehow, I figured that this, in fact, was exactly how this guy and Robin knew each other. Though never romantically, I secretly had a love for Robin, because of his seriousness and infinite knowledge. I always felt some sort of invisible connection between us.

"Your right hand is callused and bruised… the way you talk of dead roses, I can only assume that it didn't get that way because you're a gardener…" I said. My self-control had returned. "Who are you in the human world?"

"My name is Shuuichi Minamino. But to my close friends, I'm better known as Kurama."

"Where do you come from? I heard you were a Class S demon, but I don't l know where Class S Demons come from, "I asked.

Kurama laughed, amused. "They come from Makai… However, my story…It's a very long story… I was being hunted… by Makai authorities, and I was badly wounded. So I ejected my very soul from my body, and flew into the unborn child of a woman, my mother. About seventeen years ago, that was. Hiei was my long term friend, and we met up again a little while ago while… hem… using stolen items from the Spirit World…"

"You don't have to say it if you don't want to."

Kurama laughed good-naturedly. "I appreciate you thoughtfulness. Thank you very much. Also, I applaud your inspection of detail. Very sharp, I see. You were exactly right about my hand. For I use a Rosewhip when I fight. It's my trademark; I'm able to turn the most beautiful of all the flowers into a deadly weapon. Handy when you're in a tight spot!" Kurama chuckled. I found myself laughing too.

"See? Now you're feeling a lot better. Hope I made you feel a little happier. I knew that you were sorrowful. For I know of your Azarath lineage. I hope that you get a chance to meet Hiei. I'll see you later," Kurama said. He flung my window open, and leapt out. He was so agile.

I was going to need all the happiness I could get. Because at dinner tonight, I'd have to face my worst nightmare and my least of worries: Beastboy, the weakling in strength who could break my soul with the strength of his words.

A/N: How's you like this little snippet of a chapter? I assure you, I have more for you, but school is crazy. If you guys can hold on for a little while, until after my big tests next week, I will be able to get out a lot of new material and stuff.

Plus, I'm doing another story in another section, Fatal Frame, and so I'm really busy!

Ciao!

Lakija XD