Back again, my lovely readers! As of this note, I have finished the entire story! I will post the other chapters later. Sorry it took so long, but I competed at a national competition and had to show a bunch of animals/art at the fair. While I had spare time, I just finished the story, so sorry for making you wait extra.
He stared incredulously at the group, his gaze flickering between Knowledge's subtle but smug smirk, Happy and Love's adoring expressions, Hate's narrowed glare, and the new trio panting at the door.
"What do you mean 'stalker girl is coming'?" Knowledge asked in disbelief.
"I mean, she going BB-Hunting." Brave snapped. "And not the good kind. She's rather miffed that he ran away from her."
"What do we do?" Love inquired, her expression determined but gentle.
"We really need Raven here." Rude pointed out. "Without her, we can't do a damned thing."
"So we wait?" Happy chirped.
"We wait." Timid answered with a resigned sigh.
"Just a question," He laughed nervously. "What does she even want with me, exactly?"
"I don't know." Rude replied lazily. "Probably to put you on a leash and keep you here forever."
Knowledge must have noticed his panicked look, and corrected Rude. "We would get him back eventually. Raven would simply have to successfully confront Obsession first." She defended. Turning to him, she said "This way, even if it takes Raven several days, or even weeks to take care of this little problem, you'll be able to return to the tower."
"So, is Raven actually obsessed with me? I would have guessed she hate-"
Hate interjected. "Thank god, no."
"And although she thinks you're a bit annoying, she doesn't hate you, Beastboy." Love added.
"Yeah! What can we say BB? You're one of a kind. " Happy grinned, and poked him in the rib, prompting him to shriek in laughter.
"Ohh! BB's ticklish." The pink emoticlone giggled wickedly. She attacked him, her fingers relentlessly dancing down his sides. It was sweet, delicious torture. It took all he had not to writhe on the floor, crying out of laughter.
After a few moments, he managed to turn the tables. His hands found her way to her stomach, eliciting a squeal from her. "No!" She playfully howled, but it was to late.
Between the two of the squirming with hysterical laughter, they fell to the floor. He used his weight against her, and pinned her. With a touch of déjà Vu, he realized it was eerily similar to this morning. Only this time, Raven was chuckling, her eyes shining in amusement, and his gloves firmly on.
For some unfathomable reason, he felt the need to test his luck. "No need to be so feisty, sweetheart."
Unlike Raven, who had positively panicked, Happy growled playfully. "Never!"
She must have pushed with all of her strength, because the smiling girl managed to flip them. She sat with a kneeled with a knee on either side of his chest. Happy bopped his nose. "I win."
"Ahem." Knowledge cleared her throat and glared between the two. "Are you finished?"
"Yes." He muttered, ever so sulkily. He wiggled out from underneath the pink emoticlone and got back on his feet.
"As we were saying, before we were interupted-" The yellow doppelgänger irritably scowled. "No, Raven is not obsessed with Beastboy, not yet, at least. She merely exists in a hyperactive state. Just as Raven never normally acts as joyous as Happy, or as fearful as Timid, her paradox with the changeling would not be so openly expressed. The main problem lies with her unrecognized status. If Raven refuses to acknowledge and work through her conflicted feelings, we could very well end up with another 'Wicked Scary' incident. The second problem is Obsession's toxic nature. It is unhealthy for Raven's mentally state for her to exist in her raw form."
He stared in confusion, but refrained from bombarding the group with inquiries. He didn't want to seem stupid, nor did he want to know the finer details of his predicament. He had a feeling they would terrify him. He did get the gist of it, though. If Raven didn't show up soon, things were going to get ugly real fast.
After teleporting back to the tower, she sat with her knees against her chest on the roof, pondering everything that had happened that morning. All because of one missed meditation, she had probably driven away one of her few friends.
Stupid, her mind whispered. BB wouldn't leave just because of you. He has to be around here somewhere. It continued scolding her.
"That's right." She took a deep breath. "He has to be around here somewhere. I should probably clean up the tower why I wait for him to return." She felt content in her resolve. Beastboy would surly be back in a matter of hours, and then they could go join the other Titans.
The knot of worry in her chest was slowly loosening. Step by step, she picked her way to the main room, where most of the damage had been dealt.
The most eminent problem was the broken glass. It was scattered everywhere from the shattered windows and busted light for her telekinetic abilities, she lifted the shards and directed them to Cyborg's junk pile. From there, they could be recycled or destroyed
The rest of the tower, however, would be a much bigger problem. She decided the pillows would be unsalvageable as well, and also sent them to the junk pile. Her slight physical ability was just enough to push the couches back into place, stand the tables and chairs back up, and readjust the appliances.
Exhausted, but satisfied, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. The main floor was almost in complete order. She wasn't terribly worried about the other floors; they could wait until she had the assistance of the other Titans.
Just as she was going to go meditate, the oddest sensation she had ever experienced started to dance across her skin. It felt like being attacked by a thousand butterflies, all gently caressing her skin with their wings. It bubbled up from her stomach until she couldn't contain it any further.
She clutched her sides and laughed with hysterical mirth. Despite her joy, she couldn't help but wonder, What's happening to me? It didn't feel like she was dying, but you could never be too sure.
Ticklish. Her mind eventually supplied. You feel ticklish.
"How?" She gasped between giggles. No one she had even met in her entire life had been brave enough to try and tickle her.
Just as suddenly as it had came, the feeling subsided, leaving her panting for air. Her abdominals hurt like she had just finished a hundred crunches, and she felt weak in her knees, but it felt wonderful.
She staggered towards her room. Meditation could wait a little longer. She needed to rest after that bout of emotion.
With the thought, she stiffened and glanced around. Not once during the entire outburst had something broken. From what she could tell, the furniture had remained in its place as well.
"Weird." She remarked to herself, and continued to her room.
It was then that she realized that the door was partially open. Cautiously, she slipped inside. She always made sure the door was shut. Carefully inspecting the gap, she noticed a glove caught in the door. She delicately pulled it out. It looked like one of the several extra pairs of gloves Beastboy carried with him, in the case he would lose one of his current ones.
She stumbled back in shock. Her foot collided with something cool and hard. She glanced down and realized she had almost tripped over the handle of her mirror.
The realization and horror of what must have happened hit her like a falling block of concrete: quickly and painfully.
"Beastboy must be stuck in my mindscape." She whispered. Her mind roared with a blended cacophony of jumbled emotions. Her heart soared. He didn't abandon me! But, irritation and anger needled her mind. Why would he enter my mind? Why didn't he have enough respect to stay out if I didn't want him here?
She shook her head in a vain attempt to clear it. She still had to rescue that moron. As she stepped into the portal of the mirror, her last thought was tinged with irrational fear. How did he even know my password?
Yay! Another chapter done. Two more to go! Let me know what you guys think in the reviews! Also, I have a personal question for all of you. Do you like it when an author sends a PM with thanks for a review, or could you care any less? Because I've been getting really behind on my thank you's. Thanks again!