Here is yet another lamechapter in yet another lame fic. I apologize for the short-ness of this and the previous chapter, as well as for an eternally long list of things that you would do better not to hear. Thanks for reading this!

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A small laugh broke the heavy silence as a lavender-clad Raven stepped out from behind a jasmine-covered trellis. She walked gracefully up to the blue-clad Raven and smiled.

"It's good to see me again," she said, laughing at her own joke.

"Good to see you, too," Raven answered. Though she'd never admit it, Love was one of Raven's favorite sides. Although she wasn't constantly happy, like Joy, or bold, like Brave, she was always kind… something usually lost in translation, especially when it came to Raven. Love led Raven to a small waterfall and sat down on a shinning purple stone, as smooth as glass.

"Won't you sit down?" she asked, gesturing at the several multi-colored rocks. Raven took a seat on a blue one across from her. "Would you like some tea?" she asked, a tea-tray materializing out of nowhere. Raven shook her head slowly.

"Actually, I came here because I had a question," she said, seeing the surprise on Love's face.

"Why didn't you ask Knowledge?" she asked, confused. Raven sighed deeply.

"Because you would know the answer better than she would," Raven answered. Love still looked stunned, but she raised an eyebrow in curiosity, wondering what she would know better than Knowledge herself. Raven took a cup of the tea and sipped it before continuing. "What do you know about the Soul-Lock Curse?" asked Raven. That cleared everything up for Love. She smiled conspiratorially.

"All of us know about it," she said, wanting Raven to ask the question outright. Raven groaned.

"Let me rephrase that: What do you know about breaking the Soul-Lock Curse?" Love batted her eyelashes innocently.

"Just as much as you do," she said, sipping the jasmine tea as she watched the frustration play across Raven's face.

"What do you know about… how do I… how can you… what is it that…" Raven kept rephrasing her question, trying to find one that would give her the desired answer without having to ask that one particular question. Needless to say, she was failing dismally. Love had to keep herself from laughing at her counterpart's frustration. She wasn't trying to torture Raven, merely trying to help her admit that she was capable of love…which she was entirely capable of doing, if her pride didn't kill her first… Raven growled at herself, at her pride, and let her defenses down. "Who am I in love with?" she asked, sighing heavily and closing her eyes, as if afraid of the results. Love giggled.

"There, now! Was that so hard?" she didn't wait for an answer, knowing that it was. "I suppose that I could tell you… but…" Raven sat ramrod-straight, her eyes as wide as saucers.
"But…?" she asked. Love giggled again.

"But…I could leave it to…"

"Leave it to whom!" Raven demanded. Love was laughing outright now.

"I could leave it to… Passion…" she said, grinning wickedly at the abhorrence on Raven's face.

"P-P-P-passion?" she asked, clearing disgusted. "That's repulsive!"

"She doesn't seem to think so," Love said, grinning. "In fact, she enjoys it."

"Just cut the crap and tell me!" she demanded.

"Sorry!" Love said, shoving her through a crystalline doorway. Right before Raven was completely through, Love chucked a paper at her. Raven landed roughly on her butt, muttering profanities. She looked over at the piece of paper and grabbed it, unfolding the intricate heart-shaped folds. It was a map…

Raven stared up at the large mansion. It was completely foreign to her… and it was very maroon. The walls, the roof, the flowers, the tiled walkway; all of them were maroon…Passion's color, apparently. Raven groaned to herself as she walked up the red marble sidewalk to the giant red door. She looked around for a bell, but only found a pull-string. She sighed, knowing that passion would be as arrogant as Knowledge, and pulled the string. A clear, low note rang echoing through the air.

"Coming," said a sultry voice as the sound of high-heels approached the door. A moment later, it opened oh-so-slowly to reveal Passion. She wore a maroon cloak, a skin-tight black catsuit that cut off at her thighs, black fishnet stockings, suggestive high-heeled maroon boots, a black necklace, and a band maroon satin on each wrist. Raven rolled her eyes, privately ashamed of herself.

'I'm part whore,' she thought, grimacing.

"Hello, Raven," Passion said in a husky voice. "I'm glad that you've come to visit. Come in, won't you?" Without waiting for an answer, and certainly not expecting one, she walked brusquely through the hallway, hips swinging like a model's. Raven followed her into a large parlor that was filled from one end to the other in plush chaises, cushions, and pictures of male swimsuit models. Passion sprawled herself out onto a maroon psychiatrist's chair that occupied the very center of the room. "Take a seat," she said, gesturing with manicured maroon nails to a cushion beside her. Raven flopped down roughly and sank into the maroon pillow. Passion smirked at Raven's clumsiness and chuckled a little before continuing. "That's better," she said. "Now, won't you tell me why you're here? It's obviously not to visit, that's certain," she said, clicking her red nails against the leather chaise. Raven sighed and shifted uncomfortably.

"Well…Love sent me," said the uncomfortable girl.

"Love!" Passion laughed. "Of course she did. What about, darling?" she asked. Raven really didn't want to answer, but she felt that she had to. She gulped once before answering.

"My being…in love," she squeaked. Passion laughed again, and reached up to a silver heart-shaped locket that Raven hadn't noticed before. Passion sent her a concerned glance as she stroked the locket.

"Are you sure that you're ready for this?" she asked, clearly worried.

"Never ready," Raven said heavily. "Especially not within my own head. But, I'm as ready as I'll ever be," she said, sighing. Passion nodded and handed her the locket, still warm from her hands. Raven took it, regarded it for a moment, and opened it. Her eyes opened wide and she sank back onto the cushion in a dead faint.


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