Disclaimer: If I owned Teen Titans, don't you think you'd see my name in the credits? You don't so I don't own it.

Anyway, here's chapter 9. I took the time to actually read all the reviews, and Final Fight was right. This story is inconsistent. That's why I'm not too confident about it. Oh yeah. And a while back, Black Comet reviewed and guessed what Katy was doing while she was away. Congratulations! You've guessed it right! Now, continue reading the inconsistent story I think is not very good.

Chapter 9

Rachel stared out the bus window and tried to focus her thoughts on something else. She concentrated on the scenery out the window, but with now success. There were just some things she couldn't get off of her mind. She couldn't shake off the fact that she really did not want to meet someone, but something else hurt her even more. She couldn't forget Richard's tone. He sounded so excited on the phone. He sounded like he was more than just friends with Katy in the past. He sounded like he still loved her, and Rachel just couldn't take it.

She drove her attention away from the window and started to focus on the seat in front of her. It was all torn up and written all over. She silently read everything inscribed on it. "Go to hell!", "Your momma's so fat that she…" (The other words were barely legible.), "I'm crazy, hyper, and evil!", and "T.M. loves G.L." were a few of them. She chuckled slightly at the last one. "T.M. and G.L. Sounds like something Terra would write."

"Rae?"

She snapped out of her thoughts.

"Rachel?"

She cringed and turned to face him. She tried her best to answer casually. "Yeah?"

"We're here."

They got out of the bus and stared at the building in front of them. It was really old and looked deserted. There was graffiti sprayed all over the façade and sides, and there were teens outside looking like they were up to no good.

"You're sure this is the right place?" Rachel asked skeptically.

"I'm pretty sure." Richard was just as surprised as she was. "That's what that one lady said."

They walked inside. The interior was no nicer than the outside. "Let's see," he said looking down at a scrap of paper. "She lives on the fifth floor in number 515."

Rachel had a hunch that the elevator wasn't safe to use, so they used the stairs. It was a good thing too. As they ascended the flight and reached the second floor, they heard over the intercom that the elevator had stopped working. "Lucky for us," Richard commented.

As they drew closer and closer to room 515, the sounds coming from it got clearer. There was the sound of bawling and a tired sounding women shouting, "Shut up, child!" After that remark, the bawling only got louder.

They paused for a minute, not sure if they would like what they saw on the other side of the door. After a moment, Richard knocked on the door.

The sound of bawling got even louder. The women shouted, "I'm coming! I said shut up child!"

The door creaked open. Inside stood a drunken looking woman staring up at them. Her eyes looked tired and bloodshot. She was hunched over a bit, and her hair and clothes were a mess.

Richard and Rachel exchanged glances. "Who is this?" Rachel asked him.

"Not sure, just don't tell her who we are, yet."

"Uh, who are you peoples?" the woman asked in a droning, slow voice.

"Yeah, uh, we're here to visit Kaitlin Moth?" Richard announced, a bit unsure. "Is she here?"

The woman in front of them thought for a while. "That's me. Do I get the job now?"

Rachel looked at Richard with an inquisitive stare. He shrugged as if to say, "I have no idea either."

"Do you want to see my pretty house?" she asked them, though they weren't quite sure since she was staring a bug on the hallway ceiling.

They stepped inside. The interior of the house was not at all what they suspected. The walls were bleached white and peeling. It was a one bedroom apartment with a tiny bathroom and kitchen. Clothes were thrown all over the furniture and floor, most of them unwashed. The air smelled distinctly like a mix of alcohol and drugs.

Rachel, a bit taken aback by the living conditions, felt so sorry when she saw a little baby crying on the floor, lying on top of a bunch of dirty clothes. She picked it up and said, "It's okay." She looked around hoping to find a crib of some sort, but when there was none in sight, she just put it on the couch and wrapped a clean looking blanket around it. "Stupid little slut," she muttered under her breath.

She then joined Richard and Katy at the table for some tea and coffee. She gave Katy a cold look as she sat down.

"So, who are you two people?" Katy asked them again.

Richard was the one to answer. "Katy, don't you remember me?"

She snorted. "Don't call me Katy. Call me Kitten! Katy is such a dorky little girl's name. Kitten sounds so perfect and mature. And I haven't been called Katy since…"

She then stared at him. She was observing him, paying very close detail. She was getting a bit too close for his comfort, so he lightly pushed her back.

Rachel stayed silent the whole time. From the way Richard had told her about Katy, she was a bit disturbed by the reality. There were a lot of things on her mind. A lot of things happened that she didn't expect. She hadn't expected to find Katy so fast. She hadn't expected Richard to be so excited. She hadn't expected to find that her living conditions were in terrible shape. She hadn't expected to find her drunk. She hadn't expected to find a baby lying in a pile of dirty clothes. All of these things that she didn't expect made her hate Katy even more. Yet, she kept her cool and maintained her control. After all those unexpected surprises, she should have expected even more strange things. The next thing that she saw came totally out of the blue and it made her feel like screaming.

"Richie-poo?" Katy wondered.

That started to make Rachel's blood boil.

"Katy?" he asked in the same way.

Katy's face then widened into a huge, demented grin. "You did keep your promise," she murmured while stroking his hair.

Rachel knew something was up. She had a sickening feeling that she had been lied to. If Richard and Katy really were just friends, Katy, er.. Kitten, wouldn't have been acting that way. Then again, if they were more than friends, Richard's face would not have been as blank and affectionless as it was at the moment. So, she decided that Kitten had just gone insane. "Ha ha. Insane Kitten. What a surprise," she thought.

She watched the two. Kitten's face still looked like she won a million dollars, and Richard still seemed somewhat disgusted.

"Katy," he began.

"Kitten, remember?" she crooned.

"Uh, right. What exactly…"

The sight in front of her was just too much for Rachel. Kitten just pounced on Richard and pulled him into a mike out session. It wasn't the fact that they were kissing in front of that hurt her so much. It was the fact that even though Richard didn't kiss Kitten back, he still didn't pull away, even though he was highly capable of doing so. She felt tears coming again and tried to hold them back. "Please get me out of here. Please," she begged silently.

"Beep beep beep beep."

The sound alarmed the three of them. Rachel's phone was ringing. Richard looked at her expression. She looked hurt. He saw that she was almost crying. "Excuse me, I've got to go." Her voice was cracking. She ran out of there as quickly as she could.

Richard needed to talk to her. "No! You can't go! Nobody leaves Kitten! Nobody!"

He had to get out. He made up and excuse, "No, Kitten. I forgot that I left your present outside."

"Present? Well hurry up so you can give it to me!"

When she got outside of the building, she decided to check who called her. "Kori," she said, redialing.

Kori picked up very fast. "Rachel, how are you doing? I called you just a moment ago, but you didn't pick up. I decided just to let you call me when you could."

Rachel just sniffled. Kori knew that it wasn't a good thing. "Friend, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just wanted to let you know I'll be back home soon. Probably tomorrow or the day after that."

"That's wonderful! Did you get me a present?"

She hung up. She was just about to cross the street when she heard a familiar voice shout, "Wait!"

Okay, I know I'm being hypocritical when I ask you to review while I haven't reviewed very much either. Well, I'm going to do that just now, so please review! Give me some criticism so I can get better please!