A/N: Operation: Chapter 4 of Latro Daemonium: COMMENSE

Chapter 4

Midnight Kiss

Raven sat in her room, drinking her tea and reading more about Arashi Scath. She was almost finished his chapter. The dark bird, for some reason, found it strange how Arashi had kept writing about a woman, a girl and two boys; his wife and children. Fumiko was his wife; Hiroki and Hiroshi were his first born children and they were twins. Last but not least his daughter Yukiko.

Why do I still find it strange that my family on Father's side originated in Japan? Raven thought as she drank the last of her tea before continuing onto the next chapter; which was written by Flynn 'Kid' Scath.

Apparently all the family between Flynn and Arashi either weren't aware of their demon heritage or weren't thieves. Raven thought as she read.

-Flynn 'Kid' Scath-

My name is Flynn. Flynn Scath. But everyone calls me 'Kid'. I was born into a family o' thieves. I'm 12 years old and not sure why Pa wanted me to write in this stupid book. He didn't, Grandpa didn't, so why should I? That was what I thought when he first handed me this stinkin' book but then I read about Arashi. He was a true Scath. Sly, clever and not afraid of a challenge. But something interested me. When I read the last paragraph he wrote I looked at the first letter of each sentence. I know Japanese so it was easy to translate. The sentence I found out of those letters was: 'I WANT A DESCENDANT NAMED HINATA'.

Raven's eyes widened. Her adoptive parents had once called her Raven but her real mother, Arella, had named her Hinata. The monks had told her to take on a name other than her given name; she chose Raven without realising.

Why did Arashi want a descendant named Hinata? Thank you, Flynn, for confusing me to the point of dizziness. Raven bookmarked the book and, using her telekinesis, put the book back on the shelf. She lay down and closed her eyes, willing sleep to consume her. It soon did.

Raven's POV

I opened my eyes to see that I was in a cave. I heard a waterfall. It takes me a moment to sit up and look around. I was under the blanket of a futon. Strange.

"I am glad to see you awake, watashi no shison." I hear a male voice say. I turn to the source of the voice to see an obviously Japanese man with grey skin similar to mine, black hair and wearing a grey kimono.

"Anata no shison?" I say as he hands me a bamboo mug containing a blend of tea. The man nods with a small smile.

"Hai. Though I do not know how, or why, I simply know that you are my descendant." The man, who I now believe to be Arashi Scath, kneeled down beside the futon I was still on. I take a sip of the tea and it taste like herbal and jasmine combined. I like it. "Tell me, okosama, what is your name?"

"My name is Hinata. My adoptive parents called me Rachel and I am known to the monks of my village as Raven." I say to him as I drink more of the herbal/jasmine tea.

"I have always wanted a shison named Hinata." He said with a small smile. I place the mug down.

"Arashi-san? Do you know why I'm here?" I ask as I kneel as well.

"I believe it has something to do with the Latro Daemonium, Hina-chan" This confused me slightly.

"What about it?" I ask.

"Have you read it, Hina-chan?" he looks me in the eye while asking me this. I nod, "How far have you read?"

"I just started Flynn 'Kid' Scath's chapter, which is the second one." I say. He nods again, takes the mug and goes to a kotatsu. I stand and walk over to the kotatsu as well, "Okasan never had a kotatsu; she said they were impractical for an Azarathian." I say as I sit. Arashi looks at me with a confused expression.

"An Azarathian? Don't tell me the family has shrunk as low as to court those beasts in your time." He says as his nose scrunches in disgust.

"Otosan didn't court Okasan. Okasan won't talk about Otosan but I'm pretty sure she fell in love with him while he only wanted a one night stand." I tell him as he pours some of the tea for me. Arashi smiles again.

"You very much remind me of my botchans, Hiroshi and Hiroki; Hina-chan. You must come meet them, as well as my wife Fumiko and my daughter Yukiko." His voice contains such enthusiasm that I can't refuse. His smile widens.

"You may want a kimono, Hina-chan. It is very cold outside and the Shogun's guards may not agree with your choice of clothing." He says as he collects a beautiful, silk, cherry-blossom patterned kimono from a trunk and hands it to me. He then walks to the entrance of the cave, his back to me. I shrug; I unclasp my cloak, remove my leotard and put on the kimono. When I was done I neatly fold my cloak and leotard then place them in the trunk the kimono was taken from. I walk up to Arashi who turns and smiles at me.

"That kimono is yours to keep, Hina-chan." He says and holds out his arm. I take it and we walk out of the cave.

"Is it okay if I'm wearing boots?" I whisper as we walk up hidden stairs under a bridge and into an alley.

"The Shogun's Samurai guards do not look at footwear, so yes. It is fine, Hina-chan." We walk down the stone street; stopping to bow when we passed a samurai every now and then. When we come to a stop at a small Japanese house (the kind with sliding paper doors) Arashi turns to me.

"We must be quiet for now, as I am sure Yukiko is asleep. My sons do not fall asleep unless I am home." He says and slides the front door open. I enter and look around the house. It's small, quaint. I smile back at my ancestor.

"It's lovely." I say. He smiles and we go to a kotatsu in another room which I'm sure is the dining room; after leaving our shoes at the door. We sit at the kotatsu and he gives me a look that I don't know.

"Would you like to tell me about your time? You must already know about mine." He says and I nod. I start explaining what the world I know is like. I make sure to include the Teen Titans.

". . . and just recently we fought a spirit; my friends could do nothing to harm it though. I watched it's, or should I say her, movements and decided to use the exorcism spell that you used on the Banshee of Feudal Japan. It took a lot out of me and I was in a power rejuvenation coma for a whole day but when I woke up I felt so amazing. It was unbelievable. Apparently when I lost consciousness during the fight a group of four called the Ghostbusters showed up. I already know who they are since my clan, who live in New York, told me about them. When I walked into the Common Room of Titan's Tower after I woke up I felt this strange . . . connection I suppose you could call it . . . with one of the three original Ghostbusters, Doctor Egon Spengler. I'm not sure why but he interests me." I finish; Arashi had listened the entire time and not interrupted! He is definitely my ancestor.

"That is very strange, Hina-chan." He says, "This 'Egon' must be special if he can spark the interest of a half demon." He smiles at me, "Well, Fumiko and I make sure to have a spare futon in the house. I will set it up in Yukiko's room immediately." He stands and walks away. I just sit and wait for a few minutes, could all this really be happening? Or is this just a dream?

I must've zoned out because, to me, Arashi came back in less than a minute.

"Come, Yukiko's room is this way." He then leads me to a room, says goodnight and then leaves. I open the door and step into the room. The room was lit by the light of fireflies in a jar; Yukiko must be afraid of the dark. There was an open chest in the corner containing many Ichimatsu ningyo and a small dollhouse next to it. There were two futon's in the room. The occupied one had a small girl around seven years old, with purple hair and ashen grey skin; like me.

She's just adorable. I kneel down beside her and lightly kiss her exposed forehead.

"Goodnight, Yukiko-chan." I whisper before getting into the unoccupied futon. 'Sleep' consumed me quickly.

I woke up in my own room, in my own bed. I smile at the vivid image of Yukiko in my mind. She really was the most adorable little girl I've ever met, other than Melvin. I sit up and feel silk against my skin. I look down and realise that I'm wearing the kimono Arashi-san gave me.

So it wasn't just a dream. I thought as I got off my bed and walk to the door. When I cross my vanity mirror I look at my appearance; I look serene in the kimono, as if I was meant to wear it. I smile slightly before allowing it to vanish; none of my team can see me like this. I then leave my room and head to the roof.

Egon's POV

I lay awake in the bed with a snoring Peter. His snores were muffled by the pillow though. I sit up search for my glasses on the bedside table.

This looks just like my room when I was an adolescent. I thought, looking around the room. I sighed and stood. I believe the reason for my lack of humour was because of the environment I was raised in. I walk out the door and started walking. I turned three left corners and four right corners when I came to small flight of stairs that led to a door. I go up them and open the door.

Of course they lead to the roof. I thought to myself as I close the door. I look around and I see something quite . . . peculiar but pleasant at the same time. Sitting at the edge of the roof was Raven (I could never misplace that luxurious purple hair). The thing I found peculiar was that she was wearing a silk, cherry-blossom patterned kimono. Although it did suit her.

"Are you going to say something or are you just going to gape?" She says as she turns to me. She really does look splendid in that.

I wonder how she'd look without it. I nearly physically slap myself. Where had that thought come from? I've don't believe I've ever thought something like that in my entire life . . . although I wonder. STOP IT!

"May I join you?" I ask in my usual tone. The beautiful girl a few metres in front of me nods. As I sit by her side she continues to stare at the stars.

Go on, Egon. Push her to the cold, metallic floor and ravish her. You know you want to. My face begins to heat up. Where the hell is that coming from? Just imagine her cute face showing only ecstasy.

'WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!?' I yell in my head. 'If you keep talking I might miss something important and seem like an idiot to her!'

"Are you alright, Doctor Spengler?" Raven asks me. I turn to her.

"I'm fine. What about you? You must've drained a lot of energy yesterday." I'm struggling with trying to ignore that voice in the back of my head. I must be going insane.

"I'm quite alright, actually. How are you settling in?" My heart pounds as she spoke.

"I just wish I wasn't roommates with Peter for once." I want to sleep with you.

"Understandable. I could hear snoring from my room and none of the Titans snore except Starfire but her room is soundproof." Raven looks out at the stars again, "Do you ever wonder why we exist?" I can't help but stare at her. She looks so beautiful in moonlight.

"As a scientist I wonder about a lot of things." Like how to get you in bed. I nearly slap myself again.

'SHUT UP! You're going to ruin everything!' Raven starts to get a tired look in her eyes as I argue with my inner demon. She chuckles slightly.

"You're interesting, you know that?" She says as she turns to me again.

"How so?" I never knew restraining myself would be so hard.

"I don't know. The moment I saw you I just felt some kinda connection. I guess it's cause you're different." Her eyes were closing; I'm guessing she's exhausted from staying up so late.

"Hmm, interesting. That's almost exactly what I felt when I first laid eyes on you." I nearly give into what I'm sure is my lust when she smiles. She must be seriously close to sleep.

"That's . . . nice." Was all she said before she fell against me. Asleep. If it was scientifically possible I would swear my heart jumped into my throat. I move her so that she's sitting on my lap.

YOU SPINELESS COWARD! This is your chance and you're gonna miss it! I frown slightly.

'I want her to be awake when and if I do decide to 'take my chance'. Now stop bothering me or I won't be able to sneak a kiss!' I watch her chest rise and fall ever so slightly. Her lips are parted just enough for a tongue to slip through.

'CUT IT OUT OR I WON'T KISS HER!' I mentally growl at the distraction.

Fine but don't blame me if you don't get . . . 'special treatment' from her. Special treatment? What. The. Hell.

I take a deep breath and slowly, ever so slowly, move my lips closer to Raven's. Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl. If it is her real name. My lips are barely a centimetre away from hers now.

Come on, come on! The voice says again. I slowly close my eyes and press my lips against Raven's. Something came over me; I didn't know what. But I'm thankful it did or I wouldn't have enjoyed kissing her that much.

Mwahahahaha, I have left you all in SUSPENSE.