Part 7

Pull away, pull away, pull away, what are you doing? Why are you still kissing him? Why? Why? Why? Okay now my eyes are closed, his lips are warm, and are they scented, tint of mint? Why do I have to love mint? Why do his lips remind me of mint? Something is going to break! Wait… why isn't anything breaking? Obviously I don't care for him enough for something to break, well wait nothing broke with Malchoir, so why do I expect something to break now? Because I want this to end, right?

Beast Boy backed away and fearfully put his hands in front of his face to defend himself but nothing happened. "Shouldn't you have killed me by now?"

Raven opened her eyes, disappointed that she finally had to so. Okay now is the time to kill him! "Beast Boy," venom in her voice, but then she saw him back up defensively till his side hit the wall.

"Please don't kill me!" He shouted.

Her facial expression changed and she shook her head, "I'm not going to kill you in fact," She sighed to herself, "In fact I would be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy that, but" she cut him off before he could say anything, "You still had no right doing that without telling me!"

Beast Boy gulped, "Remember you said you wouldn't kill me."

She grinned, "Doesn't mean I can't scare or hurt you," she stood up and held her arms high and then proceeded to smirk at Beast Boy's fright. She turned towards the door, "I need to meditate and sort some things out. It would be best of you to keep your emotions under lock and key as well."

Beast boy simply huffed.

She left before hearing a retort.

Under lock and key…. What does she mean? Beast Boy thought to himself. Is that what she does to herself? He knew she meditated to keep her emotions under control but to him, under lock and key was different then under control. Under control to him just meant being observant and to know when you're feeling what, but under lock and key seems more like to never let any emotion out. To keep everything locked inside. She must've had a large safe, because even the best safe would eventually explode.

Beast Boy wondered if he should just stay in his room, if he kept to himself it would help in keeping himself under control, of course his short attention span, and his stomach superseded that idea.

"Nothing in the fridge, nothing in the fridge, not in the drawers, not in the drawers, I fit in a cabinet, fit in a cabinet," the Changeling sang as he looked too and fro for some of his tofu. He finally settled on some cereal with soymilk, while not his favorite choice of a snack it was more than filling, at least to his small frame.

It was hard for Beast Boy to deny Cyborg advances on him to play gamestation, but Beast Boy decided it was best not to play – if he were to keep his emotions under lock and key.

Raven was on the roof; she decided she had had just about enough of her room. She levitated and let her mind concentrate on her breathing. Breathe in three seconds breathe out five, breathe in three breathe out five. With her consciousness concentrating on her breathing her subconscious drifted deep into puzzlement.

What is Beast Boy feeling to make him change the way he has? Was it his past? Or is it his present? She wanted to find something from his past to explain it but she didn't think that was it. Besides a horrific and sorrowful story and she truly felt bad for him for his past, there was nothing to explain his actions when he changed. Sure he had huge regret for his past and thought himself inferior because of it, the thing he changed into didn't explain a solution to that problem. If it did he'd be that creature all the time, or times when he is depressed, but he's been changing while being angry, or while you are around.

Raven sighed not wanting to have this argument again. "I cease to see what that has to do with anything."

It has all to do with everything! Don't you see he listens to you!

"He does not listen to me," Raven explained, edge in her voice.

Yes he has. Every time you've asked him to change he's changed back, and he has only changed in your presence and tried to save you because of it! Don't you see he cares about us! He loves us!

"Nobody can love me! I can't love!" She growled.

Malachoir loved us.

She felt herself tensing, "I said I'm not having this conversation."

We're just afraid of being right.

"I'm not afr…." Raven felt her feet hit the ground and she opened her eyes. "I am afraid of Beast Boy caring about me, because in truth, I care for him as well," she rubbed a finger across her lips and remembered their kiss, and a sense of warmth she would never forget washed over her. "Guess it's time to finally find a solution to Beast Boy's problem and I may just have an idea," she let rising moon be the only witness to her small smile.

end of part 7