College Life
By Jackalobe
Disclaimer: I will never own the Teen Titans, and I hate this thing more than Mary Ann, Kitten, and Jinx put together.
Last chapter, huge stuff on Raven and Beastboy.
I have been DYING to write that stuff for so long, but now this chapter is focused on Robin and Starfire, more on Robin. Past, not so much fluff, more with problems.
Dedication: Queen-of-Azerath. She is one awesome person: smart, funny, nice, serious, and just a really good listener and writer. We all love her for Normal Teenage Life; we all just plain LOVE her, EVERYONE CLAP FOR QUEENIE! DO IT. If you have not read Normal Teenage Life, LE GASP! READ IT! NOW! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON MY PAGE- GET OFF YOUR ARSE, SIT BACK DOWN, AND GO TO HER STORY!
This chapter is mostly about Robin's past, and will solve all confusion with the last line of the last chapter! It might seem boring, but I've already written the next chapter- filled with much more excitement, trust me. NO SKIMMING-please!
Chapter Nine: Shady Past
Robin's dreams were plagued by familiar voices, shouts, and screams. Old memories, old friends, old enemies… 'You're only endangering the girl…' Spoke a voice inside his head, and Robin began to shake unconsciously. 'She will die,'
His eye's burst open, and he lunged forward, sweat pouring down his face. The sudden movement caused Faith the slide to the roof floor, but she didn't stir.
It was still night, or early morning. Robin groaned, rubbing his pounding head, feeling very dirty and cold. His clothes were still damp from the rain… He checked his watch, it was 2:17 AM, and he felt looked back at Faith.
A strong urge of affection filled him, as he watched her sleep. He had never known anyone to smile in their sleep, but it didn't surprise him that Faith did. She looked so… peaceful. He stroked her cheek, and felt worried when the sudden coldness of her skin touched him. 'Oh-no, she's sick,' he realized, and scooped her up into his arms. To add to his panic, he felt her begin to tremble.
"Damn," he muttered, placing her down on the ground and took his shirt off to wrap her in it, "I am such an idiot…" His shirt didn't help, it was still damp, but she hugged it to her self consciously. He picked her up once agai, shifting her so she was on his back; he turned towards to the roof, and froze in mid-step. 'No…THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!'
"No… Slade…" he gasped, his eye twitching fiercely. His insides twisted in hatred and fear, and he clutched Faith closer to him. "How the hell did you find me?"
Robin was facing a tall man, a black eye patch on his eye, his straight blond hair smooth and tidy. He had his arms crossed across his chest, and he was smiling… though it was far worse than any smirk Robin could produce. "It's been a long time, Richard…" He stepped off the edge of the roof- towards Robin, who clutched Faith protectively, "Too long," Slade murmured.
Gar awoke from his deep sleep in sheer discomfort. He, somehow, had managed to shift his foot underneath his back, and his hands so they clutching his arms. He groaned standing up, as his sore muscles ached in protest. He looked down at his feet, and saw the materials. "Oh shit," he remembered, his heart swelling from earlier that night.
It hadn't made him feel better- in fact, he felt worse. He felt like a loser using the stuff to feel better, and placed everything in his shoebox without a word. Determination set in his mind; he walked out the door of the janitorial closet, and down the dark and lonely corridors of the building. It was dim and unusually quiet that night, there was barely a soul on the streets. Even passing the clubs, it seemed quieter. He kept walking until he reached the edges of the campus, hauling a taxi cab.
The ride wasn't very long, and he asked the driver to wait for him. Annoyed and half asleep, the cab driver gave a half nod, shooing Gar with his hand to imply for him to hurry up. He had asked to be taken to the bridge, where a large, long river stretched out for miles. Gar walked onto the wooden bridge, looked over it, staring at the dark depths. His reflection stared back at him, his tan skin with bright green hair, and one silver stud on his left ear. One of his teeth, stuck out with he closed his mouth. It reminded him of a fang. He grimaced. Everyone was right, he was a freak.
Without a word… he dropped the box. Never looking back, he walked back to the cab, feeling a little lighter, but all the more miserable. He could remember Raven's voice, "You shoved me," She sounded so surprised, and yet, so hurt.
"You called me a freak," He had replied.
"You are," She had answered, tearing him apart. 'I am.' He asked the cab driver to stop here at the park fountain, fishing for his wallet,
"Kid, don't worry about it," The old cab driver answered, smiling sympathetically at him, his eyes drooping.
Gar gave him a half smile, "Thanks a lot," He answered sincerely, nodding goodbye.
"You just get some rest," The old man answered, driving off as Gar turned around. He walked back into his dorm room, and crashed without a word to Victor into his bed, drowning in his self-hatred.
Raven crawled out of the closet, and walked to her bathroom, washing her bleeding scars and blood stained pocket knife. The whole room smelled like blood- Faith would be suspicious.
Raven wasn't sure if she was going to tell her or not. She'd listen, she wouldn't yell… but she didn't want her to know. 'Faith would care…' A voice said meekly inside her head. 'But do I want her to? Do I want her involved in this?'
'You want comfort,'
'I want it to go away,'
'You pushed Gar away…'
'I PUSHED HIM? He was the one who pushed me… I've never seen him so angry… I was scared, I am scared,'
'You hurt him,'
'I didn't want to,'
'But you did, and now he hates you!'
'SHUT UP!'
Raven closed her mind instantly, swallowing some Advil. The room still smelled like blood, and she took out one of Faith's perfume sprays, Strawberry Splash, and sprayed it all around the room.
She nearly gagged, as the mixture of blood and the sent of artificial strawberries filled the air, and grimaced. After a while, the smell drifted away, and she yawned loudly. Raven put on a dark green T-shirt with the words: "LZ-Baby" written on it and a black sweater. Crawling into her sheets, she stared at Faith's empty bed. It had stopped raining a while ago… was she still up there? Raven turned around to face the wall, to hide from the empty bed. A second later, crawled over into Faith's bed, desperately wishing for comfort. She took buried her head in her roommate's pillow, feeling her calmness and kindness spread into her.
"Thanks Faith," she whispered, and fell asleep instantly. (A/N: Close friends, not lesbians)
Robin gently placed Faith back to the ground, hate twisting inside him, directed to the man standing not far from them.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice strong.
Slade, as Robin called him, smiled softly, gazing at Faith. "She's a pretty one,"
"Leave her out of this!" He scowled, taking a step towards him. "How did you find me?"
Slade stepped towards him as well, his gray eye staring at him. "We will talk about that in time, but for now, it is time for my apprentice to return to me,"
Robin's eye twitched in anger. "You'll have to drag me back- I'm staying here,"
"That can indeed be arranged, Richard. As for you staying- you are only endangering your dear friends. Did you really think you could begin a whole new life, just walk away from me?" The man swiftly jumped in the air, aiming a kick for Robin's jaw with an amazing agility for a man of his age.
Robin dodged it, as though he had expected it. "Get out of my life," he snarled.
Slade smiled, "I will not. I am your master, your teacher. I am… as much as you will never admit it, like a father to you,"
Robin furiously drove a punch towards the man, shouting in rage. "I already have a father- I don't need you!"
"Now, now Richard," the man said in a polite tone. "There is no need to shout," He caught Robin's hand easily, and threw him across his shoulder. Robin twisted his body in the air, and landed on his feet gracefully.
He shook in anger, staring at him with as much malice as he could create. "What do you want?"
"For you to come back,"
"Never, I won't become a criminal."
"My dear boy, you are a criminal. As much as you hate to admit it, you are a thief, a thug, a murderer-," Slade was thrown back by a punch in his jaw.
"I'M NOT A MUDERER!" Robin yelled his face twisted in rage, and kicked the man in the ribs, and threw another punch to his eye, only to have his wrist caught by Slade, and twisted back painfully. Slade hurled a kick to his ribs, and Robin caught his leg, twisted it so Slade fell over.
With a grunt of frustration, Slade rolled out of the way as Robin slammed a fist to the ground, where Slade's face had been a moment ago. Rubbing his hand absentmindedly, he advanced towards Slade again.
"Robin…?" A voice behind him murmured and he turned abruptly, staring at Faith's wide and fearful eyes. She was sitting up, clutching the shirt he had wrapped around her. She was dreadfully pale, her eyes glazed.
"Star, hold on," he whispered, turning back to where Slade was, but had disappeared.
Robin looked around, wildly, and turned around to find Slade standing behind Faith's weak and sick body. "You'll only hurt her, in the end, Richard,"
"GET AWAY FROM HER!" He screamed, sprinting towards him. The most dangerous man he knew- standing so close to one of his closest friends, one the nicest people he knew… the person he cared so much for… it made him shake with rage. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as he grew nearer to Faith.
Slade held up a hand to stop him, "Relax Richard," He leaned over Faith, who was pale and looked scared. "She is a very pretty one,"
Robin said nothing.
"Stay away from her, Richard. If you want her to live, stay away from her," Slade ordered, stepping away from her. "And she's sick as well… leave her here,"
Robin's eyes widened, "But she-,"
"It will be a mere cold, I'm sure she can handle it," The cold emotionless voice taunted him. He loathed that voice more than anything.
Lowering his head, he nodded, "What do I have to do?"
Smiling, Slade walked away from Faith and Robin breathed easier. "Just a few things, my apprentice… but don't worry, you'll stay here, continue your classes, become a cop- just like your dear father,"
(A/N: -Hides from angry reviewers- My story! HIS PARENTS WERE NOT INVOLVED IN THE CRICUS, THERE IS NO FLYING GRAYSONS. Robin's past will be explained… Slade will be explained, give me patience, please!)
Robin said nothing, his face emotionless. 'Why did I kiss her in the first place?'
Slade continued, smiling his awful, cold, smile, "But you will meet me here, every Wednesday, Thursday, and Sunday night. One A.M, whether you have class or not," His eye flashed tauntingly at the last bit.
Robin nodded, "I will,"
"I will what?"
Robin closed his eyes tightly, clenching his fists. He spoke through gritted teeth, "I will… master,"
"Very good," Slade answered, "Now retire back to your dorm, and leave the girl… what is her name?"
"…Faith," Robin answered solemnly.
"Faith. It's a lovely name," Slade complimented, stepping to the edge of the roof. "We'll meet again, Richard, I can assure you, we will,"
Robin ignored him, not bothering to watch as Slade disappeared from site. He leaned against the roof, watching Faith shake and whimper. It tore him apart.
She wasn't smiling anymore.
He shut his eyes tightly, and stood, walking away.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled stepping off the roof, and clinging to the sides easily. Memories over whelmed him as he climbed down.
Flashback-
16 year old Robin burst outside of York Public School's doors, breathing in the fresh- if not freezing- air. "Finally!" he shouted, waving goodbye to groups of people he knew. He winked at a few, who blushed and giggled. Ahh, to be young, flirty, and careless.
"Yo Rich!" Robin's best friend, Tucker, called.
Arrogant and ruthless, Robin turned towards him, "Hey! Did you see how many girls I got last night at TJ's? Or do I have to show you the list of numbers?"
Tucker chuckled, "Yeah, he's pissed; everyone's been saying you got his own sister's number,"
Robin shrugged, "I didn't ask,"
"You seriously did? Dude, she's thirteen, that's wrong…"
They looked at each other seriously, and then burst out laughing. "This is great, can you say felony?" Robin joked. "It's not like I'll call her or anything…"
Tucker shoved him playfully, "You'd better not- TJ will kick your ass,"
Robin smirked smugly, "Everyone knows I can kick his tiny ass, I'm top in all the martial arts classes, and I'm just plain faster than him! We all know he can't high kick for shit anyhow,"
Tucker nodded, loosing interest, his flaming red hair brushing into his eyes. Tucker was known for three things: His flaming red hair, his charm, and his car.
His beautiful pearly lime green, 1963 Chevy Corvette Conv. 327 with white leather interior and horn that screamed: "MOVE, YA LOSER!"
(A/N: -dr o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o l-)
"Are we taking Winston to Chelsea's?" Robin asked, raising his eyebrows. Chelsea was Tucker's friend, or more likely, friend with benefits. She had short choppy black hair, and pretty brown eyes, and nice long legs. She adored Tucker, but he was too much of a heart breaker to stay with her longer than a week. Though he tried to convince everyone that she meant nothing to him, Robin had seen him get crazy with jealousy whenever she dated anyone else besides him.
Tucker's ears burned, "For the last time, the car's name is Bullet, NOT WINSTON!"
"But it's your middle name!" Robin protested, laughing. "You know you love it!"
Tucker growled, "For that, you're not getting a ride home,"
"Oh come on- please? But I love Winston!" Robin joked. Tucker glared at him, walking over to his (beautiful) car. It was a bit cold to leave the top off, but of course, that was Tucker for you.
"I'm serious man, you're walking,"
Robin shrugged, "I need to stop over at my dad's station anyways, call you later,"
Tucker nodded, already forgiving Robin for his teasing, waving. "Later Rich," He drove off, earning many cheers from passing people. They all adored Tucker and his car. He was practically legend in this part of New York.
Robin grinned, shaking his head at his best friend. It wasn't a long walk to his Dad's police station, and once he got there, he was surrounded by people cheering, "Look who it is! It's Grayson's kid!"
Robin grinned, waving to them, walking to his Dad's office. "Hey Dad," he said slyly.
The man looked up, his green eyes showing a lot of weariness, "Hey Richard, how was school? You're on winter vacation now, aren't you?"
Robin shrugged, "Same old, and yeah, we are. But guess what? I got my test back in Algebra,"
His father looked up from his paper work, his eye brows raised. "Did you now?" He was trying to show that he didn't care, but Robin wasn't fooled whatsoever.
Robin nodded eagerly, taking a folded piece of paper out of his pocket. "A minus!" He said, throwing him the test.
His father grinned, looking at the test, "That's great, Rich! I'd go through all the 'I knew you could do it' crap, but I've got a mountain of paperwork to go through. Go ahead and go home and show your mom, maybe this can be an excuse to have her buy from Taco Bell, you think?" Robin and his dad loved Taco Bell.
Robin laughed, and nodded, "I'm on it, and I'll bet you anything she'll let us," Knowing his mother, she'd buy him a boat over an A- in an Algebra test.
Sliding his hands in his pockets, in order to keep them from getting bitten by the bitter cold, he trudged to his house, winking at his neighbor's cute daughters. He reached his brick house, with its lacey curtains looking very attractive with the frost decorating the windows.
He walked into the warm house, dropping his coat and book bag to the ground, "Mom, I'm home!" He called, breathing in his mom's perfume that always hung around the house.
"Robin, is that you?" she called from inside the living room. She was sitting at the piano, hunched over it, writing down music notes, and keeping a steady count on her fingers. She had always called him Robin since he could remember. Apparently, it had been his first word, and his mother had nicknamed him it. She made it very clear, though, that is was only her who could call him that. It was her nickname.
"No, it's your other son," He rolled his eyes, flopping over to the couch.
She turned towards him, looking reproachful, "Don't be sarcastic with me, save it for your father."
Robin grinned, "Guess what?"
She stared back at him, a look of interest on her face. "What?"
"I got my test back in Algebra,"
She smiled, "I am assuming you got a good grade, since you're smiling,"
He nodded, "A minus!"
"Really? Oh Robin that is so great, I knew you could do it!" She rushed over to him, pulling him into a tight hug.
Robin smiled, "Since I got a good grade… think we can get Tacos?"
She frowned, "You planned this with your father, didn't you?"
"Maybe…"
She tried to look disapproving, but her blue eyes sparkled brightly. "Very well! Only if you order, that woman's voice who answers the phone always gives me such a headache,"
"Deal!" Robin cheered, jumping up to the floor, rushing over to the kitchen. His mom moved back to the piano, singing a tune to herself, and scribbled notes down on a notebook.
Robin did a double take, staring at the window behind his mother. He could have sworn he saw a mask… and orange and black mask. He shook himself, walking back to the kitchen before his mom would notice him.
"Should I wait 'till Dad gets home to order?" He asked, picking up the phone.
"Yeah, why don't you? He'll be back soon,"
He nodded, heading towards the stairs that led to his basement. "I'm going to work out down stairs!" he called, not hearing her answer. Downstairs, he was surrounded by work out equipment, all his dad's. It smelled like must, sweat, and the lemon fragrance his mother always sprayed in the room. He smiled, feeling the familiar adrenaline pump through him, every time he was faced with the old, red punching bag.
It was an old friend and old enemy.
He decided against changing into his usual sweats, remaining in his jeans and T-shirt, and fired a punch at his punching bag. It rocked a little, and he punch it harder, firing all his frustration and any inner anger towards it, kicking, shoving, punching, kneeing, doing whatever it took to make it swing.
After a few minutes, he stopped, exhausted. Sweat dripped from his forehead and soaked his dark green T-shirt. 'Bet I smell good,' he joke dryly, grabbing a towel. He wiped his face down, and sat down on a bench. It was a normal routine. Everyday, come home from school, beg his mom for tacos, beat up the punching bag, take a shower, eat dinner- bitch about it if it wasn't tacos to a point where he stormed up to his room with his parents screaming at him, do homework, call Tucker, and sleep. It was a good routine… he decided, smiling.
Shattered glass reached his ears, and he looked up. "Mom? You okay?" he asked, "Did you break something?"
Silence.
"Mom?"
The silence continued, until what sounded like a choke reached his ears. His heart froze and he nearly flew up the stairs, skipping four at a time, bursting through the door.
His heart sank like a stone.
"Oh my god…" He cried running up to his mother, who let out a low gargling sound. Her throat was slit, not very deep, but it had cut her throat open. "Mom," he whispered, confusion filling him. Next to her, he saw a blood stained knife. Rage filled him entirely, consuming him, as the reality set in. Someone had killed his Mom, or tried to. "Who did this?" he demanded, "Tell me!"
He placed his hand behind her head, ignoring the blood that was running down her open neck. "Please mom,"
She choked out a gargle-sound once more, but he saw her form the words with her mouth, 'I love you…' Tears formed in his eyes, and his body shook.
She closed her eyes, 'My Robin,' she mouthed. He watched her face loose emotion, he watched life leave her. He set her gently back to the ground, walking back out of the room.
He left the kitchen, stumbling around the piano room, rubbing his blood stained hands through his hair in confusion. "This can't be happening, no… I just talked to her, she can't be dead…" It didn't seem real. He didn't get that his mom was dead-… he thought he'd see her at the piano, writing down music, humming softly. Her perfume still hung in the air, making him feel nauseous. He realized he was griping the knife… the one who had killed his Mom. He clenched the handle in his fist, staring at the blood. The truth set in… someone had killed his mom, that person could still be here.
He turned swiftly, looking all around him. "WHERE ARE YOU? YOU SICK BASTARD, WHERE ARE YOU?" He screamed, opening the hallway closet, looking under tables, behind couches.
"FIGHT ME!" He shouted, delirious with anger. He could have sworn he heard a soft chuckle from behind him.
Turning around, he flung the knife as hard as he could. A loud crack was heard and he looked up at the knife. His eyes widened. It had hit the picture of his mom and his dad, their wedding day.
It had hit his mom in the throat.
He ran out of the house, sprinting to the police station. Only in a T-shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes, he ran through the snow, running to the police station.
"Yo Rich!" A voice called. He recognized it immediately, it was Tucker. "What happened to you?"
He kept running, realizing he was covered in blood. His mother's blood. Ignoring the stinging pain in his chest, he ran faster, skipping steps to the police station. He bursts through the doors, looking wildly around.
"Hey Ric-, oh my god, what the hell happened?" His Dad's friend, Ron Walker was staring at him, concern in his voice.
"Where's… my dad?" He panted, ignoring the bewildered and concerned stares he was getting.
Ron let him rest, "I'm sorry just left for your house… should I call him?" He was watching Robin suspiciously, and Robin didn't blame him. He was covered in blood, sweating, and asking for his dad.
Robin's eyes widened. His dad… was at their house… with the murderer. Swearing profusely, he ran back out, sprinting harder than ever. He reached the house faster than ever, just in time to hear his father scream.
"DAD!" He yelled, running into the house. He jumped in shock as he walked into the piano room. Sitting at his piano was a tall… figure, with the same orange and black mask as the one he had thought he had seen in the window earlier. He was clad in black armor, an entire body suite. A large gray eye peaked through a single eye hole, and Robin got the sinking feeling that he was smirking at him from underneath the mask. "It's you…" he gasped. A second later, he demanded, "Where the hell is my dad?" His eyes were wild with fear and wrath.
The man looked up at him, "I am Slade,"
Robin glared at him, "Where. Is. My. Dad?"
Slade stood, "Dead," he answered simply, walking into the kitchen. Robin's heart dropped, and he followed quickly, not believing the man, Slade. His father's body was lying directly on top of his mother's. The knife that had been in the picture frame, that had killed his mother, was driven into his back.
"No…" He whispered. "This can't be happening... I just saw him! Today!"
"Yes," the cold voice answered, "He is dead. I killed him, I admit it- but, of course, it was not my fault. It wouldn't have happened- if you had taken the knife,"
Robin's eyes widened. "Who are you? Are you blamin-,"
Slade continued, "I told you, my name is Slade. And yes, I am blaming you. You see, it's the little things Robin that point to the murderer. If you had taken the knife, you're father would still be alive. If you hadn't used your good grade as an excuse to get what you wanted, your Mother would have been closer to the basement door, making dinner- I couldn't have killed her. You would have rescued her. Not to mention, you are the only one they were with- no one believe you if you tell them about me. You are covered in your own mother's blood. Everything points to you…"
Robin snapped, "You're the one with the knife, I did nothing," But guilt sat in his chest.
Slade chuckled, "All the same, you feel guilty. Very guilty,"
"I didn't do it!" Robin screamed, clenching his fists.
"And yet, you believe you did,"
"Why did you do this?" he asked, after a short pause. He was trying, with much difficulty, to not look at his dead parents.
"I need a favor…"
End of Flashback
Robin stepped into his open window, climbing into his bed. He knew he wouldn't sleep a wink. He listened as Victor snored loudly, and Gar tossed and turned.
Not really caring about what was making Gar so restless; he closed his eyes tightly, trying to block the awful memories.
'You didn't kill them,' He stated inside his mind. But the dark thoughts drifted to his head, filling him completely for the rest of the night. 'You won't let him kill her either,'
I am actually happy with it; the story is going where I'd like it to. I know Robin's past is totally different from this and his parents were from the circus and that bring Slade into this makes no sense- BUT LISTEN TO ME! THIS IS MY STORY, MY PLOT. I have the power to change it, isn't that just awesome?
Sorry if you're not happy with how different everything is… might I suggest you leave?
To those who don't care, or actually like it: Thank you, I promise I'm doing this for a reason! Seriously, I wouldn't change it for the heck of it- I need to use it in my plot.
Some people might wonder why Starfire got sick and Robin didn't. She was out in the rain much longer than he was. He might get a sniffle, nothing to really worry about- but she does get sick… not good.
I received… a lot of reviews… whoa. It's happened to me before- But I haven't gotten used to it. It's very flattering, thank you! In return, I'll answer now.
BY THE WAY: Those of you, who bashed Beastboy last chapter- HEY, LEAVE HIM ALONE! I know you all love Raven, but he's obviously overly sensitive by being called a 'freak'. I know he made a mistake, please be patient with him. He's not a complete moron; he knows when he's wrong. Same with Raven.
-Cracks knuckles and brings out cup of coffee-
Let's do this…
Inkblotted Chakra: THEY KISS IN SEASON FIVE? –Nervy spaz- Oh, I hope so:) For that bit of fun/gossiping, you get gummy worms! (Pours barrel of gummy worms upon your head) Lol thanks a lot for your review!
They-Call-Me-Orange: I'm, normally, not really into heavy metal. I'll go any kind of music, besides most jazz and folk, but it's a whole new area I can have fun with. Plus- it pisses off my mom- that's always a bonus. The White Rose, although has many OC's, she really makes it work. I like the OC's, I can even picture them easily. But yeah- it's a great story. About your list… you many BORROW Mary Ann for a couple of hours- do what you wish- but remember that I will need to resurrect her in order to continue the story. Gar and Raven in a make out scene- hmm, not, yes, very hot. It could work- later. Smash Kitten and Jinx with a blunt object? I'll lend them to you for a little bit, enjoy yourself. Yes, you did mention killing Mary Ann, have fun with that! Date between Starfire and Robin? (Flees) See Mary Ann in a fiery plan crash? Ahh… dream on that? Hope you had fun at your concert. Is 12:30 at night unusual for you? God, I'm so nocturnal, it'll be hell going back to school. (Grimaces at the use of the 'S' word) I though Raven's past was believable, do you find the abuse a bit overused? Trigon's death will be explained, it's basically more darkness to add to the story. Raven/Beastboy and the Starfire/Robin is really sort of the main pairings. I mean, I have not forgotten about Bee/Vic, I won't! Terra/Brad isn't that important to me… maybe later. Bee/Vic definitely have more coming up! Thanks for your review!
Shekron Kaizar: Yeah, I updated both chapter seven and eight quickly- just got a bit inspired, that's all. Over recent events, I guess my work might be getting darker. I know I shouldn't bring my mood into my writing, guess I can't help it. But it does add to the drama- I must admit. On your second note… while I'm surprised you care, none of my friend are hurting themselves, I am not either, and I know no one who is. Thanks for caring though, it's a nice feeling.
OOWT: Thanks, I'm glad you like it so much- awesome? Love that word, suddenly. Lol. Raven and Beastboy was meant to make people feel a little depressed- but I didn't mean to make you want to cry. I didn't think people would be so surprised by it. Thanks for your review!
Pinkflamingo44: I can't stand it when people say 'that's retarded'. They definitely did cross the line! Kick their asses! Ahh, poor you, meeting such ignorant people. Ashley Brittany is her first name. You know, one of those double names thing-y? Ugh, I hate her so much. Total bitch. I don't think I'd call Mary Ann stupid. She had a pretty good plan- and she had to be a good actress to turn Gar against Raven. He practically worshiped her. I think a part of him doesn't believe Mary Ann, but the fact that he thinks it's true that Raven would laugh about the idea of him and raven going out made him upset. He's real sensitive to the subject of people laughing at him. I guess I didn't explain that well enough, sorry. Vacation is merely a few days a way, many people wanted me to update before then so I squeezed in another (cough, two, cough). Thanks for the review!
Flames of the Sun: I know, I love The White Rose. I didn't want to make Mary Ann, Kitten, or Jinx dumb. They're smart and pretty- just total bitches. No one likes a bitch, besides man-bitches. They can all just flock together for all I care… Yeah, I accidentally did the beginning over again in the eighth chapter- that was so annoying. Thanks for the review!
Darkmagic101: I didn't pay any attention to Seethet, but thanks for the back up, that was really sweet. Hate mail? From me- sure… Others? Awesome! I don't think he/she's jealous… I have a sinking feeling I sent them a flame or something. It shouldn't matter- I don't flame anymore. Probably should apologize… (Scoffs) Lol, thanks for your review!
Gladdecease: Kitten does hate Victor. There will definitely be more of that… Jinx is not, she wants Victor because she likes him a lot, and so she can piss off Bee. Go figure… Anyways, Mary Ann is not. She will nod along with Kitten, but isn't racist. Just evil! Jinx is not all evil… but it's not what you think- I'm sorry? I don't like to be predicable, so I'm glad it's not what you think! It will be a surprise; it really defines who is evil and who is not. Nice review, thanks for taking the time to write it!
april4rmH-town: Well, that's why the genre is drama! But I'm glad you like it, not so many people enjoy drama. I think it's okay, but it's so fun writing it! I used to despise Raven/Robin, but this war between Star/Rob vs. Rae/Rob is so tiring! It's just pointless, this is fanfiction! I'm glad you admire it, most just call me a traitor (The Rob/Star obsessors) Ahh, well… (Cough, DORKS, cough). I'm going up to Lake Erie with some of my friends and their parents to stay at a cabin! I can't wait- my friends and I actually get to stay in a separate cabin! (Squeals) Thanks for your review!
orlifan4561: Gar was being mean- but for a good reason. I don't think I explained it very well. Remember when Mary Ann told him how Raven laughed at the idea of Raven and him going out? He is very sensitive at being laughed at and he really liked Raven, he was hurt. Of course, he should have never believed Mary Ann, and I think a part of him doesn't, but when Raven called him a freak- he snapped. Sorry if you weren't clear, I feel awful for Raven too! Thanks for your review!
xxSassyActressxx: You aren't a bitch! Really! Don't worry about it! Sorry about the drama… and to warn you- tons more of it coming. I mean, the genre is drama/romance, but don't worry. I'll add in humor for you, wherever I can! I highly doubt my story is the best on the website, but thanks! (Smiles) Awesome quote by Beastboy by the way!
SweetnWeird: (Be warned, this is one strange review response…) YAY, FELLOW DRAMA FAN! I love to write drama. I think I got too into the humor; I need to get away from it a little. It won't disappear though! Yeah, the entire Gar and Raven thing sure caused a waterfall of reviews screaming: 'AHH! DRUGS! POOR RAVEN! BAD GAR! DUMB MARY ANN!' O.O Moving on… I'm glad someone remembered poor, old Terra. I hate her too, in the show, but it's like she's a different character in my story. Makes me like her. (Whoa… weird…) Here's your answering on why I put the 'she will die'. Robin's got a bit of a shady past too… There will be more on him. The dancing in the rain was sweet, I loved writing it. Sleeping in the rain? Not such a good idea- health wise. (Ahh, the sick memories!) I believe people might take the Victor/Bee for granted… MOO-HOO-HAHAHAHA! I HAVE MUCH PLANNED FOR THEM! (More evil cackling… falls off chair) Curses… (Gets back up) My friends all loved your PS! (If you don't remember it was: Thank all your friends and day dreaming moments for the pieces of inspiration that they had given you for this story.) They wanted to reply… o.o; well… I'll give them the keyboard…
Molly: A regular person wouldn't have added that in. The fact that you did makes you better than 'regular'. Much better! I'll be sure to hug you if I ever pass by!
TJ: …You're welcome! I didn't know I did that… YAY INSPIRATION!
Jack: Wow, TJ, one hell of a response… (Sarcasm) Nice thing you said, SweetnWeird… (Winks) Anyways, are you single? In case you ever want to call me, my number is 1-216-(Rose steals key board from Jack. "YOU ARE NOT HITTING ON ONE OF MY INTERNET FRIENDS, YA PERVO!)
EB: Jack! You are s o o o o o o o o o o gross! You're probably scaring poor SweetnWeird! Anyways, thank you SweetnWeird! You're awesome; can I have a teddy bear?
Max says: Yeah thanks. Can I have a teddy bear? Why does Rose get all this stuff? (Pouts) While I'm at it… why won't my hair go blond? Why are my eyes so boring? Why won't my parents take me to Italy with them? Why is it so hot? (Lisa steals key board in annoyance)
Lisa: Wow, creative Max… much thanks SweetnWeird! I will remember what you said fondly when I take over the world and will grant you freedom!
Jeremy: (Scoots away from Lisa) YAY SWEETNWEID! W00t! (Glomps SweetnWeird)
Rose: Sorry about that... o.o;
MontanaDust: Thanks for your sympathy towards Raven, Starfire, and Beastboy. They deserve it! You had a nice review, have some gummy worms! –Sends gummy worms-
Queen-of-Azerath: HEY! You know, I actually have a teacher I nicknamed Spazzy McGee. She drops everything and shrieks whenever she gets excited or upset. It's very funny. Hangovers are indeed evil- yeah, I have experienced one, and it was so awful. (New Years Eve party, not my fault, someone spiked the punch! NOT MY FAULT! I SWEAR! That was one fun party…) YOU USED TO HAVE A HORSE? –Is jealous- Class on Sunday is like hell. VOLUNTEERING to go to class on Sunday is like… being possessed by Satan himself or something… (AHH! EXORSIST! EVERYONE RUN!) The Chicago/LA fight will continue, it's just so fun. Me, on the other hand "GO CHICAGO! YEAH! YOU KICK ASS!" (I've got to, I've got family there…) I hate health food. You name it- soy milk, tofu, whole wheat bread, gag me! I always scare children. And, quite frankly, they scare me. (Those Barbies are EVIL! I swear, THEY POSESS CHILDREN!) I used to despise smokers-smoking, you name it. I'm against it, but I guess I've fallen into acceptance. I won't ever do it, though. I don't see why it's so hard to say no, I've been asked to have a drag tons of times, each time I'm like: "What no! I mean, come on, there are MUCH cooler ways to die," (Got it off a T-shirt) I can't stand racism… I HATE IT! (Does being intolerant of them make me as bad as them?) I'm sure Faith wants to do ALL those things… Hell, I want to do all those things… Well, maybe not to Robin… (Thinks) HAHA! Well, now every time you see your camp director, Brad, you'll think of him as Brad-y-kins! Hooray! Tall, violent- Not Scorpio, sorry! Actually, Adonis. Andy-Adonis. He will be added later… Sabel's awesome; I love it much more than Roth. I know the part with Raven and her father was creepy, I think I overdid it. Ahh well… what can I do? Thanks for all your reviews, sorry about your ADHD issue. Hope you got over that! Love ya, talk to you later! Oh, and by the way, whenever you get the chance- this might make you feel… better, if not happier: Go to my profile, scroll down to my pairings, go to Beastboy and Raven, and click on the link! Awesome picure! (I don't own it, I just fount it. Since you like Raven/BB so much… hope you are feeling better! That wasn't the funny thing, by the way, I'll send that to you another day!)
xox.Annie Potter.xox: -Stares at your attack on Kitten- It wasn't bad, it was tame, yet disturbing. GOOD JOB! FINALLY! SOMEONE LIKED THE TERRA/BRAD! (Jumps up and down happily) I'm glad you found it romantic, I was aiming for that! Lol, you're response was great, thank you!
D-I-WaRrIa: Hey you, nice to see such a familiar name. My parents didn't exactly know I was on until four in the morning… I plan to keep it that way! (Sheepish grin) I'll be sure to let you know that I updated! I hope your baby cousin stopped crying (Well, he/she obviously did, but in a short period of time after your sent your review!) Love you lots, I'm off to vacation in a matter of days!
SushiChica: -Smiles- THE SuchiChica reviewed me… awesome… (Cough, being a SUCK UP, cough) Glad you liked the line, "What ARE you staring at boy? My eyes are up here, not down there!" Everyone seems to love it… made me laugh too. You response towards Seethet… whoa, powerful. –Sort of cowers as you scream at Seethet, occasionally looking indignant and nodding- Honestly, I didn't let what he/she said get to me. Plus, all my friends were real sweet and made this Seethet dart board thing-y, and we stabbed it to death. I'm glad you like the way I portray the bitches, it's fun writing about them, but I just can't help feeling a little disgusted with myself for bring such awful characters into the story. But then again, I love drama, so there we go… I'M SO GLAD YOU LOVE THE SINNER CIRCLE! (Ahh, I just love it so much, wish it were real) A little based off this club my sister snuck me into, and off of movies and day dreams. There will be more of the Sinner Circle; I cannot abandon something as awesome as that! You want Starfire and Robin to sleep together? –Raises eye brows- That will be a challenge fitting that in somewhere, especially after what's happened… but do not fret! I see many possibilities! I do have other things planned, but if you want it, I'll be sure to fit it in! (I also want it to happen… -blushes- Really badly) I wouldn't call the idea of making the Titans get an education original… but I do try to stay original with my ideas. You know, it doesn't matter if the plot of your story is a little overused, no one ever reads the stories that copy you- because they like yours more. I do too, it's much better written, entertaining, and you ARE A GOOD WRITER! Don't forget that! You list made me laugh… so, so hard… I even snorted once… okay twice… MOVING ON! I love it… MWAHAHAHA! THIS SHALL BE YOUR DOOM, MARY ANN, KITTEN, AND JINX! (Calms down) You can't dance? Aww, come on, everyone can dance! I don't believe you can't, I think if you practiced enough, or just let yourself dance however you like, you'd be good at it. I'm not that graceful, but dancing is just something that doesn't need rules or anything, at least to me… wow, I'm rambling, shutting up now. I adored your response! –Sends traditional gummy bears- Nice, awesome review, you asked who Jeremy was? My best guy mate, next to TJ. Like a brother to me. (Glares at Seethet) Back off, he is not mentally disabled, that is nothing to make fun of anyways.
thugette90: No problem about the short chapter, I'm glad you liked the chapters so much. Hope you're having fun with your brother- he did come home from Korea… right? Thanks for the review!
Still trying to fly: I'm glad you like the chapter names, they are always so fun to make up! I hate it when all they put is: Chapter one, two, three, ECT. Glad you appreciate them! I made you enjoy Terra? –Sigh- This is why my Terra-hater badge was taken away… (Sobs in corner) I hope my grandpa gets better too, thanks for caring. Shocking? Brilliant, seriously? Thank you very much!
Cheerfully Oblivious: Of course you're sweet! (No matter what your parents say… you're sweet to me, at least!) I had you on the verge of tears? Wow… sorry? I didn't mean to make you almost cry. Haven't gone on vacation yet, just a few more days… I CAN'T WAIT! I'm happy you like the Rob/Star-ness; I wrote it half because of you! Hope your computer got fixed! Yeah, Mary Ann was a real bitch. Smart, but a bitch. Food mechanism, I'm glad you like it! YOU'RE PROUD OF ME? (For defending myself) O.O (Tears up) Aww, you're so… SWEET! (Glomps Cheerful) THANK YOU! Dude, you don't sound like a stalker, I'm flatter that you think I sound cool (phff), and I would love to be your friend! (Glomps Cheerful once more) I don't care if your reviews were so confusing, thanks for clearing everything up!
jjangel9325232: On Supersize Me, they had a guy eat nothing but fast food breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and see how much weight he gained. IT WAS SO… AHH, GROSS! Made me want to eat health foods. And for a long run… How can I like Slade the best? Because he basically kicks ass, I mean, he can totally dominate everyone. Plus, he actually has good one liners, and I just think he's fun. I also have a soft spot for villains too… I'm glad he's back! I cheered like mad. Some weirdoes actually pair up RedX and Raven just because they're annoyed with the fact that he kicked Raven's ass, but hit on Starfire. They think that the show's stating that Starfire is better; therefore, they make RedX love Raven and not Starfire. Believe me, I've seen it happen, they got a serious yelling… Thanks for your reviews!
Drow Judicator: O.O Thank you, powerful is a flattering comment.
WickedWitchoftheSE: How do you know that Raven killed her own father? She might not have. I don't really like how Gar pushed her, but I can see his reasons at being so upset. I mean, Mary Ann told him that Raven laughed at the idea of Gar and Raven going out. He has sensitive issues about being laughed at, and even more at being called a freak. He was hurt when Mary Ann told him that Raven laughed at the idea, but a part of him didn't really believe her. He got even more upset when she called him a freak, from past experiences. Yes, everyone got together but them- but not everyone will stay together, (Cough, HINT, cough) I'll try to make BB/Rae have some moments to bring you out of your angst, but I probably can't to continue the plot. Thank you so much for your awesome review!
JUST… ONE… MORE… PAGE OF…. REVIEWS! (Long sip of coffee) I WILL FINISH WHAT I STARTED! OR DIE TRYING! GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME… wait, that doesn't work, does it? –Sighs- There is no justice in this damn world.
jungloom22: I can't promise a quick fix between Beastboy and Raven, but it will get somewhat better… I think… (Sheepish grin) I'm glad you like the twists; I'm flattered you think it's creative. Thanks for your review.
A Lost Soul: Robin isn't stupid, just cautious. And obviously, from this chapter, he has a right to be! But normally he's just a moron. I'm glad you liked the chapter, did you like this one?
Stargirl149: The ass kicking towards the bitches might take a while, but it will happen! Don't you worry! More pity for Raven? Well, it was traumatizing, but still do pity Gar, if not as much as Raven. Thanks for your review!
DarkBird: The Sinner Circle chapter? That was my favorite chapter I've written! I think I can see Raven dance like that, but I guess I had it pictured in my head when I was writing. Yeah, Green Day's pretty sweet, I must say… (Sorry, dorky phrase…) You will find out how Galfore died… it's a shady sort of thing… lots of future things are. Hurra…? Thanks for your review!
RobinluvsStar: Beautiful? Thank you, I was trying to aim for that. I'm glad you like the story so much, and I'm honored you have me on your favorites! Gotta love the gummy bears… -Sends annual gummy bears-
teentitan-inuyasha-fan: I updated a day before vacation, happy? Hope you are! Yeah, I love drama! Glad you like the BB/Rae happenings. Anyways, thanks for your enthusiastic review!
rock'n'rollbitch: Your excuse wasn't pitiful, had me believed. I don't mind anyways, am I the only one who can see Beastboy getting into drugs? I don't know if I am, but I just can… Raven cutting herself has been used, do you think overused? I know the thing with her dad has, -sigh-. Thanks for the review, the rob/star hook up was a blast to write.
kris: Addictive? Seriously? Wow, thanks. Thanks for your awesome review!
AnimationWickedRaven: Thank you! I'm awesome? (Smiles) Thanks!
Arainia: Now you know about the 'you're only endangering the girl' stuff! Confusion cleared, I hope! I totally get what you mean about the 'getting people to hate the characters in a corny way'. It's annoying, I'm glad you think I'm not doing that! I understand, don't worry! I fully support you to start posting fanfictions, and I promise to review! Eleven on a 1-10 scale? THANK YOU! –Glomps Arainia with hug- When am I updating? Now, my dear friend! Seethet was a flamer; pay no attention to him/her! I am thirteen years old, going on fourteen very soon. I'm sorry, I won't bash Terra- she's a good character in my story. Sorry! How about I lend you Mary Ann, Jinx, and Kitten for a little while, and you may do as you wish? Have fun! –hands you the three bitches-
Tammy Tamborine: Nice penname, awesome! Thank you so much!
Waterlily-clone: Do you really? I thank you!
Boynetough: I'm glad you love it, and do you really think it's the best drama story? Oh my god, that you! YAY NERDS! –Eats nerds eagerly-
RaeRox: Yes, people named Fred are very kick ass. Thanks for your review!
Raven's Faithful Sidekick: Hey you! I made someone hate Mary Ann more than Terra? It's things like these that made the officials take away my Terra-Hater badge… -weeps- Sorry I made you cry- I mean, it was meant to intimidate and even shock a little, but not to make people cry. I apologize! Anyways, thanks for you're reviews!
Thank you all my lovely reviewers!
By the way, next chapter will be up in about five seconds after this one… -Smiles- What can I say? I got inspired! I'm writing by two chapters now, apparently!
Much love
-Rose