What's in a Name?

"Hello child," said an old woman, her gentle eyes crinkled in a warm smile, "what troubles you?"

"Hello," said the amnesiac boy that we saw earlier, "I have no troubles… at least, I don't think I do." He shook his head. "I don't remember anything but an explosion."

"Really?" she asked, "that is most serious."

He nodded, "I know."

"We must give you a name child, what do you like?"

"I would like a name that's daredevil and… awe-inspiring and… wonderful," he said, "A name like…"

"Kamikaze?" she asked, "It means 'Divine wind,' but Kami for short."

"It's perfect," he said, bowing in gratitude, "What is your name?"

"Call me Yasha," she said, "it means soldier."

Lightning struck the ground; it was the sign for rain to fall. Still, there was no sound of thunder.

"Come in child, I mean, Kamikaze," she said getting up and opening the door. She gestured for him to come in.

"Thank you Yasha," he said walking in. she shut the door. A single eye glared as its owner spoke, "So, lightning has lost his memory." He smirked and faded into the shadows of the trees.

"Ahh- CHOO!" sneezed beast boy for the thirtieth time, changing into a lizard-pterodactyl mix.

"I hate wolfs bane," he growled changing back, "why of Ahh- choo! Ahh- CHOO! Ahh- choo!" he changed too rapidly for the others to see, ending with what looked like a dragon. He changed back, "all things do I hah hah hahh choo!" He changed into the dragon and began speaking, "have to be allergic to wolfs bane?" he sneezed again, emitting a flame that ionized the air for a foot around it.

The other titans stared as beast boy began swearing profusely. He had a vocabulary to rival even the worst of any pirate, dock-hand, Osborn, or sailor in any galaxy. When he finished, they continued.

"Hold still Kami!" Yasha growled, trying to bandage his head, as he complained, "I'm almost done!" She finished, "There, now get washed up Kami, dinner is almost done."

Kami went to the washroom and began to wash up. There was a knock at the door. Yasha answered it.

"Yes?"

"Hello ma'am, we were wondering if you have seen anyone around here recently."

"Why yes, I have. He is such a nice young lad. Would you like to meet him?"

"Umm… Sure."

"Ok. He's washing up for dinner, would you like some?"

"Ok." The sound of five sets of feet echoed through the house. Kami finished and walked into the dining room.

"DUDE!" exclaimed beast boy, falling out of his chair. The others stared in similar shock.

"Umm… Hi?" Kamikaze said, grinning uncertainly, "I am Kamikaze. What are your names? It is nice to meet you."

"umm," said our strangely dressed boy wonder, "I am Robin."

"It is glorious to meet you!" gushed Starfire, "I am Starfire."

"I am Cyborg, call me Cy," said the bionic African American.

"I'm Raven," said our favorite gothic girl in her famous monotone.

"And I'm Beast Boy!" he said, leaping up.

"Very nice," said Yasha, unfazed, "now lets eat. I made yams in brown sugar and marshmallows and Calypso Pork. I hope you don't mind Beast Boy."

"Humph."

She gave them all liberal amounts of food.

"I'll be right back," she said, walking outside.

Once she was out of their line of sight, she pulled off the mask, revealing a girl in her late teens. She had soft Asian features and ebony black hair. Her brown, almost black eyes, scanned the shadows as she searched for him.

"Alright Death-stroke, what's up?" she called.

"I have no idea talking about," teased the old man.

Yasha smiled, "Just like old times, you softy."

"Who are you calling soft?" he retorted, still smiling.

"You messing with me, Death-stroke?" she growled, putting up her hands playfully.

Suddenly he grabbed her pulling her up close, their faces only millimeters apart, "Maybe."