(A/N: Gawsh…Writers block -- You'll have to give me a break on this chapter. Oh and um. There MIGHT be something in the next chapter that will make the rating go up so...…)

Chapter 13

Falling Inside The Black

"Garfield…" She muttered gently as he sat down on the couch, his eyes dark and un moving.

He didn't answer her, his hands were twitching angrily as he stared at the blank TV screen with ferocious anger, so much that Koriand'r was surprised that the TV itself didn't melt under Garfield's gaze.

"Please friend…" She began but was instantly cut off by a angry yell.

"Don't call me your friend!" He yelled, standing up so quickly that the coffee table itself fell back onto it's back. "You and me both know we're more than just stupid friends!"

Koriand'r sighed to herself, her red bangs getting in the way of her vision as she tried her hardest to stare properly at the angry man in front of her.

"You do not understand…" She muttered, slipping her leather jacket off her shoulders.

And then wished she had never done such a thing.

"What…" Garfield snarled, pointing his finger at her shoulders. "Is that?!"

.XIfYou'reNotTheOneX.

Leroy was sick of waiting for the stupid call he needed so he could go do what he did best.

Killing people, assassination, murdering the innocent and the not so innocent people out in the whole damn world.

Tlch

"Leroy, stop daydreaming and listen up." Came Harry Anderson's harsh voice. "Axel found a target and this is what I want you to do." Silence…Until.

"Target Raven from the Teen Titans, I will send you the coordinates now. Once gotten, I want you to kill her in her sleep. Less messy that way."

Leroy just managed not to sigh at his boss's plan, it was stupid alright. He would most likely get himself killed if he even dared to try and touch Raven from the Teen Titans.

One, the soulless demon would kill him.

And two, she would probably kill him as well if the demon didn't get chance to do that to him.

Great, just great. Some life he led.

So here he was, sprinting on building to building, his eyes searching for things that would tell him that he was getting closer to Raven's house, the closer he got, the sooner he's job would be done and the sooner his job was done then…You get the picture.

Talking and whispering was echoing in his ear as he paced past each building, jumping down from the building until he landed on the window sill which apparently belonged to Raven.

He's sharp ears, catching the light buzz of a TV screen and the soft flickering lights that made odd sounds every time they switched on and off.

That was odd, very odd. Nobody left their TV screen lights on, along with the lights that told people that she was indeed in.

That told people like HIM, that she was indeed in. Telling him that he could kill her in a matter of minutes.

He landed on her satin carpet, his eyes studying her hallways, his eager eyes ready to learn something new about his victim before taking their life.

Of course, he narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he crawled through the jungles of flames and ashes - in other words, the carpet - he knew it wouldn't be easy.

No, killing a Teen Titan was never easy, he had learned that from the most unpredictable man in the world - Colad Quince.

Or was it Garfield Logan? The man who had been looking for Koriand'r all his life and yet, had always been the one with the most surprises?

Maybe both? Both were unpredictable. Both scared the living shit out of him as well - and he didn't even know Garfield that well!

"So do you think they are going to reform?" A reporter asked the other, his voice faint from being so far away.

"I don't know, the death of one of their team mates hit the Titan's pretty hard - hard enough for them to split up apparently." Another reporter replied, his voice also faint.

"Well, would you want them to resume their normal duties of protecting the city and the universe?" The other reporter asked again, his voice monotone as if he was bored at something.

"Well, of course I would. I'd love to seem them back into their normal duties." The reporter stopped, obviously stating what was coming next without attending to. "But, that does not mean they should. I think we should respect them and let them get on with their lives." The quieter reporter answered.

Normally, when Leroy was in 'normal' mode - or as normal as Leroy could get himself to be - he would sit and watch the news to his hearts content about the Titans.

That was until he got some crazy message off Anderson, telling him to do his dirty business until he got his fucking custard creams.

"Damn it Harry Anderson! Damn it! You know I like freaking Custard Creams! Damn it!" He thought, whilst clenching his fist.

Glancing forwards, he got up and decided to use the wall behind him as support for the things that he was about to do to an innocent person.

He creeped to the end of the corridor, only seeing the TV blaring and the lights flickering which just brought an eerie atmosphere to the whole place that he was creeping through.

His assassin mask was making him hot, as he peered around the corner to see nobody there - that was if you didn't count the creepy antiques that seemed to stare at him with no eyes.

Pulling out his poison, he placed it stealthily in his right hand before turning the corner so that he was directly in the living room of the empath.

Smelling the air, he caught a familiar smell, a smell that made his insides turn to jelly at the smell.

The smell of the dead reeked on the furniture, in the air, in the whole damn creepified place!

Only someone who had a highly sensitive nose like him - or who was also a demon - could smell something like that.

The smell of the dead was something that almost made him puke on the floor right there and then, it smelt of rotten fish mixed with burned flesh and hints of vomit - along with some odd sort of smell of burning tar.

He couldn't help it.

Leroy vomited on the carpet, his throat burning as the dead smell around him made his eyes water with such pain, he found himself gasping for air and sight before almost collapsing right in his own sick.

A small thud behind the door on his right hand side.

Without even thinking, he dashed inside the room, collapsing on the carpet floor - his eyes glazed over at the pain that had quickly come and gone - so fast that it had made him cry out in pain.

Looking up slowly from the carpet floor, he was surprised to see a silky black bed with grey duvet covers over the top.

A soft, sleepy sigh came from the bed above him in addition to that, Leroy knew exactly who it was.

Raven the empath was silently sleeping.

Leroy smirked against the carpet floor, his plan folding into action as he pushed himself off the floor.

His weapon, full of poison in his hand. Leroy lunged at the sleeping empath, with a fierce glint in his eyes.

However, before the tip of the weapon could be placed into Raven's skin, his wrist was being held tightly in someone's firm grip.

Turning to who this person was, his eye's widened in surprise to be looking at two dead, soulless ones.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you…" He growled.

.XIfYou'reNotTheOneX.

"Star?" Garfield murmured softly, walking slowly towards her to grab her left arm. "Kori…" He looked up at her, surprised to see tiny tears running down her face. "Where did you get these bruises?"

He traced his finger down her arm and was surprised to see that he hadn't seen them before, even when she was at that get-together party. He hadn't seen it at all. So where could it have come from?

She didn't answer, all she did was mumble and back away from him, shaking like crazy.

"Koriand'r." He said, firmer, much firmer. So much firmer that she only moved further away from him, tears falling down her cheeks much quicker.

"Tell. Me. Where. Did. You. Get. Those. Bruises."

Flicking her tears away, Koriand'r tried to pull herself together as she tried her hardest to look Garfield Logan straight in the eyes and tell him she was alright.

When she wasn't, far from it actually.

"Please forget what you have just saw friend." She managed to say, a aggrieved smile on her face.

He couldn't. That was out of the question. The fear in her eyes, the pain…The same eyes he had seen in Colad's…

In his own.

"Koriand'r? Has he beaten you?" He asked, his worried look of confusion exchanged with a look of pure rage as he eyed the bruise with such ferocity, that Koriand'r whimpered under his gaze.

She shook her head lightly, the painful smile still pasted on her face - like paint, never running away…

"No, you misunderstand I did something wrong and I had to be punished for it. That is our house -" She was cut off by spotting tears also running down Garfield's cheeks. "Garfield?"

He looked up at her, his teeth turning into fangs as he stepped towards her, before pulling her into a tight embrace.

Koriand'r felt her lips being pressed onto and instantly responded, opening her mouth lightly as Garfield's tongue slipped into her mouth - his salty tears blending with hers as their tongues danced the dance that was shown with passionate lovers.

The kiss was a full over grown passionate kiss. A kiss that made her insides do the tango and her brain do belly flops as if it was on a springy trampoline.

Although it may have been passionate, it was a kiss that Garfield had wanted to give to her many years before and had never had a chance to, after her departing too early to do such a thing.

She then remembered that in a matter of weeks, she'd be getting married to one of the most fearful men alive.

Pulling away, she immediately fled to her room - well his room - and slammed the door whilst turning the lock.

Gar just felt her presence leave with a heavy heart and a heavy soul. Turning away from the door, he slumped next to it.

"Koriand'r." He said calmly, knocking on the door with his knuckles.

He felt something hit the door, then a slight rub of clothing against wood as Koriand'r slumped down at the door too.

"I am sorry Garfield." A whisper came through from the other side, so quiet. It seemed as if nobody was speaking at all.

He closed his eyes, trying to make sense out of it all - it was all so complicated. Why couldn't you just fall in love, have a wedding, have sex, get a few babies, watch them grow up and pop your clogs?

"It's my fault Kori. I'm such an idiot, letting you go." He murmured, head in hands as he tried his hardest to get rid of everything was in his mind.

He swore he had heard a little sob, but quickly dismissed it as he heard her nails scraping against the wooden panels of his bedroom floor.

"Friend, it was…You are correct." An awkward silence followed them as they both stared at the opposite walls in front of them. "He beats me, as well as his son." A little sight filled the room. "That is why his son does not find me very nice, but I have to put up with it."

Garfield felt himself tense up with anger, he almost screamed in fury at her and her being so naïve at that time.

He stopped himself for one big reason.

Because he loved her, and he would never ever shout at her for something she couldn't help.

"Why do you have to put up with it?" He asked, trying his hardest to calm his own voice down.

"For your safety." Another silence. "That is all I shall tell you. I wish to sleep friend. I thank you for your kiss." Footsteps, then a low creak as Starfire's body was thrown onto the bed. "Goodnight."

He touched his lips with his index finger, slowly caressing them - as if trying to calm down his urges (yes, even he had urges.)

"Goodnight." He whispered, fingers clenched as he tried to control the urging anger that was boiling inside of him.

Why did she stay with Harry Anderson? Why HIM? Why couldn't it be HIM? GARFIELD LOGAN?

"For your safety."

He stared at his wall, eyes unblinking as he tried to figure out what she meant by that.

He placed a finger on his chin, trying to think his hardest as well as trying to think how he could get her out of this mess that she was in.

"But what can I do?" He asked himself, his brain whirring slowly at his complicated question.

His answer came to him quickly.

He got up, brushed his dusty clothes down and then walked over towards the kitchen, his brain tapping out a beat.

He was going to make the most wonderful, beautiful, spectacular thing in the whole damn world!

Something that he knew Koriand'r hopefully still liked. Hope being the right word for the situation at the time.

He was going to make…

Tofu.

.XIfYou'reNotTheOneX.

"As I said," he whispered angrily, his cold eyes hardened with such a steely gaze, Leroy found himself trembling. "I wouldn't want to do that." He finished, pulling the poisonous weapon out of Leroy's hand.

Letting the weapon drop to the floor, Colad quickly pressed down onto it, making it shatter into tiny shards of glass.

"I'm surprised you didn't go after Garfield you know." Colad growled, taking Leroy by the scruff of the neck and nearing him a little to close to the window.

Leroy only stuttered, his blue eyes piercing death's ones.

Human and Dead stared at each other, both daring the other to make the first move or counter.

Both of their hands reaching for their weapons, both hesitating as their eyes entwined in a mild battle of fury.

Then before each of them knew it, they were flying through the air, the wind whistling in their ears - telling them both that they had to land somewhere sooner or later.

Yet, Leroy always felt the grip on his collar, the grip of death that flew through the air with him - knowing very well he could let Leroy fall to death. And maybe, maybe…

Maybe Death would do that.

Leroy glanced down at the streets below to see them suddenly disappear as he was flung through the air.

He was saved. Death had saved him.

When had he ever become so foolish?

The Jaws of Death snapped at him, breaking through his skin and letting the crimson drops fly up into the air as if it was rain.

Crimson drops. They flew into Death's mouth as it clamped tightly around his neck, biting through the flesh, trying to tear open whatever it could.

Then a fist connecting with his jaw, sending him flying through the building. His back breaking as he impacted with the glass, eyes widening at the pain that fried his mind and senses.

Glass stuck in his back as he again was being hit repeatedly in the jaw, until he thought that he couldn't handle the pain anymore.

He was wrong.

Death again struck, this time in his more private places - kicking them so hard, he felt he'd just become a woman for life.

Then he felt the wind slowing against him, things slowing down as the buildings suddenly stopped. Not moving, just stopped. Sitting there, watching him curiously - waiting for his next arrival.

Arms, sweeping him up - being careful not to injure his already broken back to badly.

Red tipped spikes caressing his cheek, strong hands bringing him up to his saviours chest - firm and safe.

Leroy looked up at the man, his blue eyes piercing those of the green eyed Axel's - who by the looks of it was smiling down at him.

Leroy tried his hardest to smile back at him, although he tried - he just couldn't. He knew for a fact that he would never be able to walk again with such injuries that had been scarred on him.

"Humph." He heard Axel grunt, before placing him down right at the edge of the building that he was on. "Looks like you couldn't handle such an easy mission." He finished, jumping off the building to rocket towards an oncoming figure that was speeding towards them both.

Axel gritted his teeth as he struck the figure - head first. Blood already spurting everywhere, over the citizens below, on newspapers and even on the pavement and roads.

Colad tumbled back, falling from the sky towards the city below. His eyes blurred with some kind of red water that his brain was not recognizing at the moment and his hair also covered in splats of red.

Then he saw it, red hair, black assassin mask with a full uniform.

Lessening his tense body, Colad took the first chance he got - that included him swinging himself off from a lamppost to crash into Axel's body.

They both fell with such speed, that neither of them knew that they were going to hit straight into an old lady's shopping cart.

.XIfYou'reNotTheOneX.

"Koriand'r?" He tapped lightly on her door, his awesomely smelling tofu on a tray with two mustard bottles.

Maybe she was still asleep. Maybe he should just try to pick lock the door and set the tray by her light. Or maybe he should just -

A soft sleepy sigh shook him out of daydreams. Looking up, he again called out her name to her.

"Yes Garfield?" She asked, her voice dry from lack of water.

"Uhm well." He coughed. Good god, get it together dude! Get it together! "I brought you something to eat and uh…" He glanced down at the mustard bottles. "Drink."

"Thank you friend. Would you please leave it by the door please? I must get dressed so I can enjoy this luscious banquet!" Her old alien voice drifted out the door, in a heavenly way that made him also faint.

Nodding, he placed it by the door, giving it a sharp little push so it would hit the door - letting Koriand'r know that he had left it by the door and was now going.

Although, before he went. Garfield decided to risk it all.

"I love you Kori." He said, standing still, waiting for the answer that could either bring him happiness or bring him crashing down with a thump.

…

"Thank you."

He left, deciding that he would watch late TV until he felt that he was tired enough to go to sleep without thinking of her.

But, he would have paid a million of pounds just to hear the words she had quietly whispered when she was sure he had gone.

"I love you too."

(A/N: I know you guys think I'm basing it more on OC/Rae or the OC story line except on the BBStar storyline. But you are WRONG. Seriously, you am. The OC storyline is needed for the BBStar storyline to work, that's why I needed to add it. I'm more of an angst writer, not a fluff writer. Though I'm okay at both. Please respect that I don't just think of BBStar as well. Anyways. Fluffy chapter next.)

Disclaimer: I never make one but whatever. I don't own Teen Titans. So do not sue me! Or the double M's will kick your ass XD