Chapter 17

It's been so hard to write these Klarion based fanfictions. Between the show being canceled and no good Klarion fanfictions in the world, it's hard to be motivated into typing. Which sucks because I loved typing the first story 'Klarion gets a girl'—as lame as that title may be—And now thanks to Cartoon network getting rid of DC nation—a major finger flip to the DC audience who would have dressed up and gone to comicon as their favorites. All in all it sucks and writers block does me no good! Oh speaking of Comicon! If you were to go who would you cosplay as? Tell me in your reviews after this chapter! ONWARD TO THE BATTLE FIELD!

~prologue~

Far off in a distant land haha!—sorry couldn't resist. Onto seriousness*—Far off in some other part of the world, possibly in a whole other dimension all together, there was a house, a very large, magnificent, and expensive looking house that sat tucked away deep into a dreary and dead looking wood. So far deep no mortal dared tread into for fear of what lurked inside the possibly haunted forest. Inside said house was a young boy, with a pale blue complexion. He sat in a posh-looking chair, made of black stained oak, lined with red velvet-like material.

This boy was not afraid of these woods, he very much enjoyed it. Though he only stayed long enough to gather a few things; his familiar, a book on dimensions to travel to, etc. He still enjoyed this world so. This time however he simply sat, in the den of his expensive house, sitting in his lavished chair, and stroking his familiar, a red cobra named Draco. He smirked as he watched the glow of a large crystal ball that floated in front of him, his mind traveling to a memory he had. One that involved some poor human with enormous magical potential, she had been banished to a world not far from this one. A world of darkness and filled with monsters. All of which wanted nothing more than to devour her, soul, aura, flesh and all.

He had found her by complete accident. Though when he first laid eyes on this dark blue haired woman, with sapphire eyes, he had been filled with an emotion. An emotion he didn't quite know how to go about. It was not interest—though he certainly was interested in the girl—and it was not love. If anything the word he would use to describe the feeling he had when he saw her, and felt her magical aura was one simple, four letter word.

To humans it seemed to always be confused for 'love,' but no, this boy knew better. This boy knew he could never love this human-turned-witch, no what he felt was all-in-all; Lust.

Lust for the anger she emitted, a lust for the power she possessed, and a deep desire to snatch her away from the person, who did in fact love this woman. Snatch her away from the person who wanted her all to himself, the person who—with a help of a few human companions—foiled his plans on several occasions. A smile creped upon the blue skinned boy's lips as he remembered what he did when he discovered who this woman was. Her name was that of a bird, and one used in many macabre poems. her mannerisms—at the time—were of a scared kitten faced with a large rabid dog. When he met her he knew he wanted her. So, to do so—without undoing the magics that had shattered her mind—he changed her world. Turning the once dark and scary wasteland into something from a child's fairytale land. Filling it with light and beautiful flowers, and casting away the monsters that once tried to eat her. He had also stayed by her side, and visited her. Each time bringing a rose the color of violets, this single rose was would cause her to always remember his face, but never his name—not that he gave it to her anyhow—for fear that when her mind did return, she'd tell the person who did love her. In doing that it would have ruined all plans he had for him—his rival, and the boy couldn't have that.

Oh no. that would take all the fun out of snatching her from his arms, and taking the power that he was sure many were after.

A sudden change of color in the crystal ball, snapped the boy from his deep thoughts. He looked as the color changed from white, to a deep purple. The snake hissed as his master rested his head on the palm of his hand. An evil smile creeping along his face as he spoke in a low, dark, and cryptic tone.

"And now, I have you…My, Raven."

~0~

Raven stretched as she woke up that morning, this time next to Klarion. She felt great; she was no longer in the dark world, no longer alone, and no longer trapped in her own mind. All thanks to the wonderful Witch-boy who slept soundly next to her. Raven sat up, as her mind began to wander. To things such as Rachel Roth—the other Raven that had brought her back the night before—and the Teen Titans, the heroes she worked with.

What would have happened if Cherie had never told him about Raven Roth. Or ever still, what if Klarion had chosen to take her powers instead. She remembered everything from when she was trapped in her own mind. He had mentioned taking her powers for himself, but decided not to. She would never tell Klarion that she remembered, who knows how he'd react if she did. She let out a sigh, then suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around her. She looked over and saw Klarion, now awake, his arms wrapped around her waist as he looked up at her.

"You're up early…." He grumbled, almost unhappy with waking up. Raven made a face.

"And you would know wouldn't ya Klarion?" She asked, Klarion scowled up at her as if somewhat annoyed by her comment. He let out a slight huffed and rolled over, but not before dragging Raven back down on her back. Raven let out a slight yelp as she was suddenly brought back down. She then laughed as she kissed Klarion on the lips.

"Does the word aggressive mean anything to you witch-boy?" she asked, Klarion narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips in thought then shrugged.

"It does, I don't care, and I'm tired." He muttered, snuggling his face into Raven's chest. Raven felt her face blush as she sighed and ran her hand through Klarion's hair. She was glad to be back, though there was still something at the back of her mind. Things she just couldn't seem to remember, but at the same time, refused to be forgotten completely. The dark world for example. The monsters that lived there she would never forget them. Never forget the fear she felt, the sheer terror of being hunted down. She shook her head, shaking the memories from her mind. She then felt a sudden pinch in her lower back, finger nails to be exact. Klarion's to be more specific. Raven scowled as she felt a slight growl rumbled from him.

"You're squirming too much." He growled Raven huffed.

"You really need to trim your nails. They're longer than mine." She hissed. Klarion's brow rose as he lifted his head to look into Raven's eyes.

"I've never heard you complain before. Especially last night…" He said a perverted smirk spreading across his face, Raven went wide eyed as her face turned bright red. Yup everything was back to normal. The playful taunting, Klarion's sarcastic flirting, and Raven's usually quick come backs. This time however she had no come back, well she had one.

In one quick fluid motion Raven wrapped her legs around Klarion's waist and her arms around his neck. The movement catching him by surprise as she then brought him on top of her and kissed him for a long time. When she finally broke away to breathe Klarion gave a smirk.

"And that was for..?" He asked amused by Raven's behavior. Raven looked up at him, staring into his coal black eyes.

"Because I love you…" She said, Klarion cocked an eyebrow at the girl. Was she truly ok from her return? Her actions—though very much amusing and appreciated—were puzzling. So much so the question she asked next shocked him, "Do you…love me?"

Klarion scowled, her voice sounded so small and weak, her words unsure. It was definitely an moment that was out of character for her. For a moment he said nothing simply sliding his until body his arms wrapped around her and his head rested once again on Raven's chest. He could hear her heart beat, it drummed at an alarming rate, indicating she was nervous for his answer. When he didn't answer right away he felt her lungs fill up with another thought.

"That's not a word, I tend to use." He said coldly, cutting her off before she spoke. He felt Raven tense in his arms. She didn't like that answer, but at the same time it felt like she half expected it as well. Her heart rate slowed to a calmed beat, and she let out a breath she was holding.

"That didn't…" Before Raven could finish her sentence Klarion forced a kiss on her. The surprising force of it, making her moan slightly. 'Love' was a word a Lord of Chaos didn't use, and he wouldn't start using it any time soon either. Though he was sure the question would come up again in the future—and with any hope not in the near future—so for now, he'd just have to take Raven's mind off of it. After all 'Love' was binding, it was powerful, and at the same time, it was destructive. And that was something Klarion planned to stay away from for a very, very long time.

~0~

"Raven was with the Titans…and you didn't tell me?" Zatanna shouted. She had found out, the night before that Raven Blu, her old friend had been with the Teen Titans. She had also been told that her mind had been restored by Rachel Roth (Raven) and now she was gone. Dick scratched a nonexistent itch on the back of his head nervously.

"I thought it was better that you didn't know." He said. Zatanna went wide eyed with anger.

"Better?! I thought Raven was dead! Then Klarion shows up out of the nowhere—with Raven, looking for you!" she screamed, "Now I know why! Because you knew where Rachel was living, and you knew she could restore Raven's mind! Then I find out through Beast Boy…"

Dick scowled, he should have known Beast boy couldn't keep a secret. Even for Rachel's sake.

"You lied to me Dick!" Zatanna shouted, "Whether you said anything or not you lied to me! You knew Raven was here. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I knew you'd react like this!" Dick said sternly. Zatanna froze, and stared up at him. "Raven makes you act hysterical. You freak out anytime someone mentions her name!"

"She was my friend Dick, my best friend. She was the only normal friend I had even before my dad put on the helmet." Zatanna argued, "And because of Klarion the Witch-boy I've lost them both, again and again…AND AGAIN!"

Zatanna was near hysteria before Dick placed his hands firmly on her shoulders. Calming her down. He looked to her; sympathy, love, and fear, showing in his face.

"Listen, Z. I'm sorry, I didn't tell you. But you were finally getting over the fact that she was gone. You were finally smiling again." He said, "I didn't want to ruin that. Not again."

Zatanna shook her head, and shrugged out of Dick's grip. She then turned her back on him, and rubbed her forearms.

"I'm not sure if you did or not." She said, then looked over her shoulders at him with a sad look in her eyes, "But I do know, that it's going to be near impossible to trust you on this anymore."

"Zatanna…"

"No Dick I'm serious, I know Raven's done bad, and she deserves to be locked up for what she's done." She said turning her attention back to him, "But what you fail to realize is that now, because of the League, because of Jason Blood and Etrigan, and because of Klarion…Raven needs help. Both spiritually, and perhaps now, even mentally. Who knows what happened when Jason ported her away, who knows what world she landed in because of that man!"

"Zatanna it was for her own good. You know, that with her powers working for the dark, she could be a real threat. Even bigger than the light," Dick said, "And even if she was on our side, or gave up magic completely, you know some other witch or wizard—or whatever would have taken her power for themselves."

"Which is why I'd protect her!" Zatanna shouted. Dick glared.

"You couldn't even protect her from Klarion." He said. Zatanna tensed, then suddenly slapped Dick across the face. She was beyond angry with him now. She was livid. Even if she died she would have protected Raven from anyone. The only reason Klarion had gotten to her…was because she let her guard down.

"Don't talk to me…" She said, then walked off leaving Dick behind. In anger and frustration, Dick punched the wall, leaving a small crater in the drywall.

"Damnit." He hissed. Why did some girl like Raven, have so much power over Zatanna?

Why indeed? And how? Anyway, I've finally gotten some inspiration to start typing again. THANK YOU TUMBLR and your many, many Klarion fanpages. Lot's of really cool fanarts—some disturbing ones too. Like I'm all for the yaoiness—come with being otaku—but I just can't see him with any of the male—or female—characters of the show. Especially kaldur and superboy. Anyway thanks to the really good pictures on tumblr I've been in the mood to type. If you want to see them go to my tumbler page (link is on my profile) you can see all the Klarion pages I fallow and find some really good pics of our favorite witch-boy. See you later armadillos—unless I see you first. Haha REVIEW!

(*) I couldnt resist that kind of opening. sorry I was just playing. XD