Raventhedarkgoddess: Opps...I kinda forgot all about this story. Sorry about that!
Chapter Two: And After All.
Raven sighed, her feet carrying her unwitting body back into Cyborg's room. I can't face the others yet, she thought to herself. That could end in a disaster...
She entered his room soundlessly, her mouth nothing more than a taunt line on her face. It relaxed slightly at the sight of him, but just the knowlage that he wouldn't open his arms to her or ever kiss her ever again brought the worry and stress back. She ran one hand over his chest, then pulled back at the finding that, without his character and mind inside it, it was nothing more than metal. Repulsed by that sudden thought, she slid her hand upward to the human side of his face.
She let it lay there for a few seconds, examining the black under her own pale skin. Who decided that color was bad?, she thought. I think it suits him just fine. Raven realized that she had seen that look on a few faces when they had been out before, the one that declared that a black man should not be with a white woman, and hated the human race more than ever.
Trying to turn her bitter thoughts away, she glanced around the room. His trophy case, overstocked, glittered with the last rays of the fading sunlight. She looked at every single sports trophy with wonder, almost not wanting to know how one guy could be filled with so much energy to play sports with.
She glanced past that and something on the bedside table caught her eye. There were three picture frames there. One held a picture of the team, which made a smile curve over Raven's face because Cyborg had just punched Beast Boy and Starfire appered to be trying to figure out what a camera was. Raven herself noticed she had her hood up. Why do I always hide? She wondered.
The second one was at the carnival. She herself held up the giant stuffed chicken Cyborg and Beast Boy had won for her. Beast Boy was trying to take the chicken from her and Cyborg had been the one holding the camera, trying to get his own face in next to Raven so that everything appered on a slight slant. In this one her hood was down, and she noticed that, although she was ready to slug Beast Boy, she didn't look quite as cold as in the group picture.
The third one was taken of the two of them on the newly finished T-car. You could tell Robin had taken the picture because a peice of his green glove was visible in the left corner. She sat on the hood with Cyborg behind her. He was smiling broadly, and his arms, as she had failed to notice at the time of the picture, lay in different places. One was on the hood of the T-car, but the other was around Raven's shoulder. Raven still had the smudge of grease on her face and she was smiling too.
Good times, she thought to herself. Good times that I can have more of once I figure out how you got like this, she added to Cyborg in her head. Leaving the room, she left the light off, looking one last time at Cyborg and promising him in her head: She would get him back.
"Raven, where are you going?" Robin stopped her at the foot of the steps, staring at her all the while. The fact that she had on a loose pair of jeans and a dark t-shirt made everyone raise their own head in wonder.
"For a walk. Just a walk. I'll be back." And Raven left the others to clear her head, all of her thoughts laying back with the picture of building the car with Cyborg. So he liked me before I would admit it after all, she thought mournfully.
Raventhedarkgoddess: Very, very, very short chapter because I'm being just a little lazy right now. The next one should be longer.
Chapter Two: And After All.
Raven sighed, her feet carrying her unwitting body back into Cyborg's room. I can't face the others yet, she thought to herself. That could end in a disaster...
She entered his room soundlessly, her mouth nothing more than a taunt line on her face. It relaxed slightly at the sight of him, but just the knowlage that he wouldn't open his arms to her or ever kiss her ever again brought the worry and stress back. She ran one hand over his chest, then pulled back at the finding that, without his character and mind inside it, it was nothing more than metal. Repulsed by that sudden thought, she slid her hand upward to the human side of his face.
She let it lay there for a few seconds, examining the black under her own pale skin. Who decided that color was bad?, she thought. I think it suits him just fine. Raven realized that she had seen that look on a few faces when they had been out before, the one that declared that a black man should not be with a white woman, and hated the human race more than ever.
Trying to turn her bitter thoughts away, she glanced around the room. His trophy case, overstocked, glittered with the last rays of the fading sunlight. She looked at every single sports trophy with wonder, almost not wanting to know how one guy could be filled with so much energy to play sports with.
She glanced past that and something on the bedside table caught her eye. There were three picture frames there. One held a picture of the team, which made a smile curve over Raven's face because Cyborg had just punched Beast Boy and Starfire appered to be trying to figure out what a camera was. Raven herself noticed she had her hood up. Why do I always hide? She wondered.
The second one was at the carnival. She herself held up the giant stuffed chicken Cyborg and Beast Boy had won for her. Beast Boy was trying to take the chicken from her and Cyborg had been the one holding the camera, trying to get his own face in next to Raven so that everything appered on a slight slant. In this one her hood was down, and she noticed that, although she was ready to slug Beast Boy, she didn't look quite as cold as in the group picture.
The third one was taken of the two of them on the newly finished T-car. You could tell Robin had taken the picture because a peice of his green glove was visible in the left corner. She sat on the hood with Cyborg behind her. He was smiling broadly, and his arms, as she had failed to notice at the time of the picture, lay in different places. One was on the hood of the T-car, but the other was around Raven's shoulder. Raven still had the smudge of grease on her face and she was smiling too.
Good times, she thought to herself. Good times that I can have more of once I figure out how you got like this, she added to Cyborg in her head. Leaving the room, she left the light off, looking one last time at Cyborg and promising him in her head: She would get him back.
"Raven, where are you going?" Robin stopped her at the foot of the steps, staring at her all the while. The fact that she had on a loose pair of jeans and a dark t-shirt made everyone raise their own head in wonder.
"For a walk. Just a walk. I'll be back." And Raven left the others to clear her head, all of her thoughts laying back with the picture of building the car with Cyborg. So he liked me before I would admit it after all, she thought mournfully.
Raventhedarkgoddess: Very, very, very short chapter because I'm being just a little lazy right now. The next one should be longer.