I Remember Chapter 2: Not Helping, a teen titans fanfic

Chapter two: Not Helping

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"Look! I don't give a sh—" Beast Boy let out a frustrated sigh. "Look, I d-don't want to talk about it, okay?" He shouted to Robin, who was at outside the room A/N: BB's inside, standing at the doorway. He had disturbed his sleep, a thing that he really need, for it kept his mind off…Terra.

"Beast Boy, it's affecting you, as well as the whole team. You've been moping around all yesterday. You even cut Raven off. Whatever it is, I hope that you can tell someone. It's not good bottling up inside," Robin tried. He and Beast Boy had little time together, and don't know each other well. That's not helping him at all. Not now, not ever.

"Well, if I ever tell someone, then it's not going to be you," Beast Boy retorted harshly, glaring at the door and suddenly feeling the frustration to rip it off its hinges. Why couldn't they understand that he wants to be alone? Why couldn't they just let him be and mope? They just didn't understand, did they? It's not like they'd ever experienced the feeling of someone you loved, yes, loved, refusing to remember you.

Robin paused, letting the silence sink in depressingly. Beast Boy was obviously in a terrible mood. "Well," he began eventually. Okay Robin, not exactly what you call a good beginning… Robin thought, but continued his bad attempt at soothing Beast Boy's angers.

"Just…chill. Tell someone when you're ready," Robin sighed, his attempts clearly unsuccessful. With that, he walked away to the main room. When he reached the door and is about to step in, he hesitated. He wasn't even hungry. The mood Beast Boy was in had stolen his appetite, and replaced it with a helpless-feeling frustration. Shaking his head, Robin walked back, and headed to the training room. Yes, a good workout should make his mind more refreshed.

"Friend, I wish to speak with you," Starfire said, turning to Raven. Raven stopped reading her latest book—The Angel from Hell—and looked up. "Okay…What?" Starfire offered Raven a cup of herbal tea, which she gladly accepted, but hid her gladness to herself.

"Raven, I feel that Beast Boy is…sad at the moment. What is 'the cause'?" Starfire's tiny brows crinkled with worry. She hated seeing her friends depressed, and the green shape shifter's grief wasn't making her feel happy, not at all. "Beast Boy doesn't even come out for breakfast, and his tofu cakes of pans are getting cold." She pointed her fork glumly to Beast Boy's plate, with a few snowy white tofu pancakes lying soggy there, practically in mould. Starfire looked down at her plate of waffles she reheated using the microwave and added. "He'll be debating with Cyborg whether we'll be having the tofu eggs or real eggs for breakfast now." Sighing, she poured more syrup on her waffles and put a portion of the now-soaked-with-syrup waffles into her mouth. Sweet as they were, Starfire's still feeling stressed for Beast Boy's moping around.

Raven's indigo eyes looked directly into Starfire's green ones. "He just needs time to deal with his emotions, that's all. He probably met Terra and she turned him down… It's just a guess." She added hastily.

"I…see," commented Starfire, nodding. "I'll be sad too if a friend of mine…turned me to the down direction."

"Good morning lil' ladies!" interrupted, or boomed Cyborg with fake cheerfulness as the doors slid open. Both girls turned around, quite shocked at the interruption. Cyborg walked down the stairs ignorantly and opened the fridge. "So…what for breakfast?" he murmured to himself. Finally, with much consideration, he prepared himself a breakfast any carnivore would want—tons of bacons, four eggs, sunny-side up, a large joint of ham, and more bacons. Dumping his hot and steamy meal out of the frying pan and onto the enormous plate, he put it on the dining table, and poured himself some milk from the carton.

"So, what's up?" Cyborg said casually, sitting right across Raven and Starfire.

"I think that we should cheer Friend Beast Boy up!" Starfire suggested pointing a finger to the upward direction. "He should get happier by that?" Cyborg's eyes looked at her, slurping his milk thoughtfully ― which was rare for a wolf-down-meals person like he. "Oh, you mean that…incident yesterday. Yeah, I suppose he'll. But those kinda stuff…uh…a guy has to solve those things himself, ya know?" he said while chewing on a bacon and chugging down his large glass of milk, or what was left of it.

Raven, deeply disgusted at Cyborg's way of stuffing food into his mouth, left the dining area and sat comfortably on her usual spot on the couch, and continued to read her book.

But somehow—without Beast Boy always bugging her, trying to convince her to play Mega Monkeys 4.2 by gluing her hands on the game controller—it didn't feel as comfortable as before.

I must be kidding myself, Raven thought.

"Hey! Laura girl! Good day, eh?" said a black girl, named Ali, running towards Terra. She had black eyes, and ebony hair, tied tightly to a high ponytail, which bounced away as she sped towards Terra.

"Hey," Terra managed, smiling weakly. She liked her new friends, really. But…sigh, they're no Beast Boy.

Stop it! You betrayed them, you tried to murder them! You expect they're going to take you in like all those things you've done were like water under the bridge?

Maybe they actually will. Actually, Beast Boy went after her, didn't he?

He did it just because he pitied you, that you're stuck in this school having Biology lessons, which means operating dissections of animals. You know how he's like. Will you ever get this through your thick skull? Plus, you have a new FATHER now, SLADE. Remember?

I never liked Slade! It wasn't my choice he revived me and forced me to be his so-called daughter!

Well, if you're so against that, why didn't you walk out of the door and just…get away from him?

Duh. That won't work. No one could escape from Slade, much less walk away from him. It's a well-known fact.

Then you're going to be that no one.

Shaking that voice out of her head, she forced another sugar-sweet smile onto her face and walked away with Ali. "Ah…So, finished your homework yet?"

"Oh…that? Omigosh! I almost forgot…"

"Sir, the machine you require is now completely built…except for part 4F," explained a worker dressed in gray, dirty overalls timidly to Slade. The other workers simply stood back, wondering what was to happen. Slade's eye flicked open and anger soon possessed it. "4F?" He snarled. His fisted balled into a tight fist. Part 4F is the key of his soon-to-be successful master plan, and they couldn't even finish building it? After three freaking days?

"W-we don't have e-e-enough mater-rial, S-sir" another worker stuttered, terrified. He took a deep breath and continued. "W-We need more of Zandrarz." Slade looked at him entirely focused, as if he's inspecting every cell on the worker's wrinkled with tiredness' face.

"…Very well," He finally concluded, back into his usual smug tone. "Now, go on, and prepare. Meanwhile, I'm going to get more of Zandrarz." With that, Slade walked out of the room, leaving the workers sighing, relieved that they didn't get killed, or tortured. There'll be a hell long period of time before they could see the sunlight. If they could last through that period of time, that is.

Yay! Chappie's a lil' bit too short, but well, it's still interesting ― at least I hope that it is. Review? (Hands you The Review Pen)