Haha...
Oh, sorry 'bout that. I just found out the basic summary of Season 4...
I should slow down my writing a bit and find out what's going to happen, because it may shift something in my plot- it involves Slade.
Season 4
As I had hoped, Slade is returning. However, he'snot after Robin.
This time, he's after Raven.
And I think that it's big, considering that the end of Season 4 will have a 3-part episode simply titled "The End."
Mwaha.
Once I find out what Slade's motives are, I may be able to use them in this fic by changing one small element of his plan- thus, changing the plot to both accomodate the show's story AND make even MORE sense than my original idea.
But ph34r not, for it will only make the fic better.
Hm. No comment on any of the aforementioned scene.
*shrug*
I will have to slow down the progress of this fic some until I understand the plot of Season 4. I don't want to rush into a scenario and then want to change it, after all.
I can certainly still work on the next Chapter, though.
I guess I'll give you a little more of this one...
Oh, by the way, GCN64's correct...eh...sort of...
You probably don't understand why Tay's eyes turn black. Remember that black is hatred.
I WILL tell you that she does not hate Beastboy and is not angry at him at all. Of course, that's pretty much the main point to a scene with them coming up.
Anyway, here ya go.
May I remind you that coming up very shortly (in this update) is scene that may offend some of my readers, from what I understand.
So don't read it.
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"You all right, Ray?" Cyborg murmured as he watched her operate at the hood of the T-car. He was laid upon a sturdy metal cart that enabled him to slide around under the car. Her appearance had been unnerving him for some while. She seemed frustrated, as every little movement seemed to be rougher than it normally would have been. Her brows were furrowed and her shoulders were tense as she seemed to jab away at the car's guts with a wrench.
She paused, and, wiping oil from her greased face, muttered, "I'm fine..."
Cyborg shook his head and rolled out from under the vehicle so he could sit up and examine her carefully.
"What?" she asked with a small bite in her tone.
"C'mon, Ray, what's up?" Cyborg wondered.
Raven glanced around the room suspiciously and wiped sweat from her forehead.
"It's about Starfire and Robin," she grumbled with a sigh.
"I figured," Cyborg replied, using a rag to clean his hands. "Everybody's been weird since last night, ESPECIALLY those two. I haven't seen Star all day- where's she been?"
"In her room," Raven whispered contritely. "She won't come out. She won't even talk to me; I don't know why."
"Really?" Cyborg rubbed his chin and nodded thoughtfully. "I'll bet she's down about last night, too, huh?"
"More than you know," Raven sadly informed him. "She thinks it's her fault."
After telling Cyborg what she had heard from Robin, Raven threw the wrench in her hands to the floor. Cyborg offered her the rag, which she accepted drearily.
"I don't think we should blame Rob OR Star," Cyborg reasoned, standing up slowly.
"...What do you mean?" Raven wondered, wiping black grease from her face.
"We coulda taken out Killer Moth in time if our communications hadn't gone down," Cyborg reminded her.
"Oh...Sure. I suppose," Raven mumbled in reply with a melancholy shrug. "That's not my point, Cyborg. I'm angry that Robin has to be...-" She rotated her hands as she fumbled for the right word, which CYborg supplied.
"-himself?" Cyborg finished, trying to show Raven how critical she was being.
With a grunt, Raven let her arms fall and slap her legs, muttering, "Yea...He has to become irrational because he's failed, and he's trying to avoid how much Starfire cares about him, and how much he cares about her. I can't stand watching them hurt each other...ya know...?"
Cyborg smiled while she was inspecting her lavender hoodie to be certain that no oil had been placed upon it.
(You just keep gettin' cooler every day, Ray,) Cyborg projected mentally.
"Yea...I know," he said to her in a calm fashion as he closed the car's hood.
"I don't know what to do," Raven moaned, holding her head in agony.
"Don't worry so much, man," Cyborg murmured as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "You're not the only one in this tower. We work as a team, remember?"
"It doesn't seem like it right now," Raven told him in despair, shaking her head.
"This is the first time?" Cyborg laughed. "Raven, every team has trouble. What, you think the Justice League never argues?" He froze when he saw Raven's soft hand land on his metal one, and he wished desperately that he could feel it the way he could have years ago.
"Yea," Raven muttered, staring blankly ahead of her. "Does that mean I should sit and watch them tear each other apart?"
"No." Cyborg slipped his hand off of her body and started picking up tools. He was surprised to see the majority of them fly into their appropiate places by themselves. With a grin, he glanced at Raven's smirk and said to her, "Thanks."
"So, uh..." Raven eyed the T-Car as she asked in a murmur, "You want to go for a spin?"
Rubbing the back of his neck, Cyborg sighed, his smile fading.
"Sorry, Ray. I'm just not up for it right now. I have to work on the security systems. They've been malfunctioning. You should probably go check on Star again. I don't think she should stay in her room all day, man; she needs that social interaction."
"That's a good idea," Raven agreed. "You're right- she needs it, just like I do."
"Catch you later, Raven," Cyborg said as he walked off, leaving her with his 'baby.'
Raven took a deep breath, running her hand across the smooth glass of the car's front window, and she gazed into her own dull eyes and curved eyebrows. She paused when she noticed a black spot on the window, but quickly noticeed that, in reality, it was on her arm.
She rolled her eyes and groaned in disgust at the fact that the strange abnormality wouldn't seem to quit.
(Why does the darkness need to haunt me?) Raven wondered. (Why does it need to spread its misery to Starfire?)
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This would be that scene, folks.
Beastboy trotted through the halls, whistling a happy tune to keep his spirits up. He carried a fresh set of clothes in his hands, and was making his way for the nearest bathroom to take a much needed shower. He had his mind focused on the thought of watching his brand new, first edition copy of 'Ganados: Director's Cut.' His anticipation was bubbling within as he approached the bathroom door. The automatic metal door was deactivated, which meant that the room was unoccupied. Cyborg had set up a scanner some while back that could sense when someone entered and left the bathroom. Thus, the door would lock itself when one went in, and unlock when they left. Of course, it could be deactivated in an emergency.
Beastboy casually walked straight at it, and it slid open to allow him to enter. He was overcome by warm moisture and calm music as he carefully entered. From the looks of things, someone had just finished taking a shower. Beastboy glanced at the mirror above the sink, noticing that he couldn't see his face due to the fog that had enveloped it. The door behind him shut by itself and locked automatically, but Beastboy didn't notice due to the music playing. It was a peaceful tune- a panflute and a xylophone working in tandem gave birth to a beautiful song. The music played from a radio embedded in the wall beside the mirror. Placing his fresh clothes on the pink, fluffy cushion on the closed toilet seat, Beastboy sighed at the damp towel spread across the floor before the shower. He heard the faucet dripping, and he came to the conclusion that whoever was last in here, they had slacked off on cleaning up after themselves. He could see a clump of clothes on the floor between the toilet and the sink, and he shook his head at them. He was a pig, sure, but not in the bathroom. Afterall, everyone else in the tower had to share it, too.
Wasting no time in unclipping his belt and removing his shirt, Beastboy took a deep breath to help relax himself. He paused when he caught sight of a small pile of plastic beads sitting on the corner of the sink. He immediately recognized the ring-shaped plastic and felt nauscious; they belonged to Tenochtitlan. She wore her hair in beaded braids a lot, and these were definitely hers.
(Figures that she would leave a mess,) he concluded with a frown. In an immature fit, he knocked them into the sink and ran the water for a few seconds, watching the different colored pieces swirl down the drain with a dark grin.
After that, he wiped a circle through the mist in the mirror and admired his green chest. He flexed his puny arm muscle, a little disappointed, and tried to make his abs visible. After a minute or so of that, he decided it was time to hop in the shower and clean up. After checking to see that a clean towel was on the bar that hung just outside the shower, Beastboy paused and sniffed the air. He could still smell the scent that lingered in the air- it was that of his 'girlfriend,' if he could call her that at this point. The sweet smell forced him to reminencse for a moment or two while he stood blankly before the black shower curtain. The yellow 'T' logo of the Titans was printed upon the plastic sheet, and Beastboy admired it as he kicked his socks off to the side and removed his pants, leaving only his boxers, which were orange with black tiger stripes, on his body.
After removing the last article and placing it with care on the toilet with his uniform, Beastboy casually slipped through the black curtain and into the shower, blissfully unaware that he was not alone.
Before he could turn the metal dials to get water spraying into the small compartment, he froze in place as his eyes caught sight of something he'd only seen in dreams he'd forgotten. Standing mere inches away from him was Tenochtitlan. Like him, she was wearing no clothes. However, she hadn't seemed to realize he was there. She was standing in some trance-like state, her eyes closed, and her arms at her sides. After Beastboy gaped at the sight, he had mixed feelings about the situation, as many a teenage boy might.
Her eyes shot open when he let out shriek. They were black as they awakened, but immediately shifted to purple, then brown.
"Beastboy...?" she murmured, completely puzzled. After staring at his bare, green body, she came to grips with the situation, and seemed to handle it much better than Beastboy did. "Um..." She whipped her dripping wet crow-colored hair behind her and eyed Beastboy's thin form from top to bottom. "Why are you...-?" she managed to whisper out, her thin, black brows furrowed. She didn't say it with anger, but with innocent confusion.
When her eyes finally reached Beastboy's face, she slapped a hand on her face to mute her laughter. Beastboy, who was petrified in place by both shock and hormones, blinked with wide eyes as he saw her shade change to yellow.
(You IDIOT!!! HELLO!!! WHat are you DOING?!) his mind shouted out as it managed to gain control.
"EEP!" he squeaked out again, stumbling backward. Tenochtitlanreached out an arm to help him, but it was too late. He slipped, toppled backward through the shower curtain, and slammed into the bathroom floor with a sickening 'thud.' His legs were flopped over the tub's side, and Tenochtitlan curiously glanced out at him, her eyes wide with wonder and concern.
"Are you all right??" she gasped out, her teeth clenched with worry.
"Uuuugghhhh," Beastboy moaned, rubbing his head, which was throbbing with pain. As he sat up, he felt very disoriented, as the world around him was blurred. As everything came into focus, the form of a chocolate skinned female also came into focus, causing yet another short scream from Beastboy.
"What's WITH you?" Tenochtitlan wondered, shaking her head slightly. "You jump into the shower when I'm in, and then you start screaming..."
"WH-?! B-!! AH!" Beastboy spurted out, trying to look away. He could feel a certain area of his body getting warmer by the minute as blood was rapidly delivered to it. He stretched an arm out sloppily to snatch a towel as he yelped, "What are you looking at?!"
Tay glared at him, feeling insulted. She had gradually come to the conclusion that this was either not a dream or a really bad one, seeing as he had LEFT the shower. No, this was real- of it was a dream, chances were that Beastboy would've split his head on the tile flooring- she seemed to be having dreams full of death and sorrow as of late.
"Excuse me? YOU'RE the one who jumped in," she pointed out, continuing to stare down at him.
Beatsboy scrambled to cover his man-hood, and as he did so, he shakily muttered, "Well, y-you don't have to STARE at me like that..."
"Oh, and you're NOT?" she countered, placing her damp hands on her hips and bending over slightly.
Beastboy whimpered as he pried his eyes away.
"You could a-at least COVER YOURSELF," he whined, half-pleading.
"I shouldn't have to," she told him, "I was in the shower, until you rudely interupted me."
"why didn't you LOCK THE DOOR?!" Beatsboy demanded hysterically.
"I DID!!" Tay cried back in defense.
"WHAT?! No WAY, DUDE! It was OPEN!"
"That's not MY fault!"
"Well, it's not MINE, either, Tay!" Beastboy peeked back her way, only to flinch back, as she was still completely naked. "Aren't you going to HIDE, or something??"
"Why? This is who I am," she boldly announced, spreading her arms out wide as she stared down at him with red eyes. "Are you offended, or something?"
"Of COURSE not!" Beastboy groaned. "But you could just...-" He trailed off, shaiking his head and sitting up, keeping his towel wrapped around him.
"What's that supposed to mean...?" Tay murmured, her eyes narrow and orange.
"It-...Wh-..."
Tay's eyes glowed pink as she realized what he had meant by that, and her cheeks went red.
"Oh! Wow...I-I don't know what to say..." Clearly flattered by what she had just learned, Tenochtitlan didn't feel so bad about thinking the same of him.
"You COULD put something on," Beastboy muttered, his voice trembling with nervousness.
"Oh, right..." She whispered, sifting her wet bangs. However, she stood quietly for a moment or two and shivered as water evaporated from her smooth skin. "Um...Be-before I do that..." she mumbled, her eyes wandering about the room. "Do you think I could, ya know...-" She rubbed her hands together fretfully as she finished. "-...get another look...?"
"WHAT?!" Beastboy roared, taking a step away from her. "What's your DEAL?!" he cried, creeped out. "It's like you've never seen-..." He noticed her purple eyes, and the curiosity within them.
"I didn't even know what...that...thing...looked like..." Tenoch whispered, almost inaudbily. She felt like the stupidest person in the world asking for such a thing in this situation, but it was too late now- she'd already said it.
"...You...-?" It took Beastboy a few moments to process it all through his brain. If Tenochtitlan was really a monkey, then she didn't know what a human- if he could call himself that- really looked like. She wasn't used to having the same hormones running through her, though he didn't really realize that at the moment. Even IF Tay was familiar with what the reproductive organs of an ape looked like, which he somehow doubted, she was probably naturally curious about those of a human. Beastboy's brain was operating at the max, but subconciously, he thought these things. Since his brain wasn't at full speed, he also didn't really think about the answer to request carefully. She'd already seen it, so what was the shame in letting her see it again? After all, it wasn't like it was a sin, or something...They were both...mature...enough. At least, he supposed so. Nothing was going to happen. Most importantly, though, was the fact that she was acting like HERSELF. She was talking to him; she was showing that she still cared about him. He wasn't going to let such a moment die just yet.
So he showed her.
After a few seconds of examining his green body, which she found to be attractive, Tenochtitlan quietly nodded and looked down, reaching for her own towel to fulfill Beastboy's request.
There was complete silence as they both waited for the awkward air around them to ventilate out. After a few seconds, Tay broke the silence and began to work on overcoming what she considered a lucky event and Beastboy a traumatic one.
"Well!" she giggled out. "That was...different. Ya know, Beastboy, you should give yourself more credit, that-"
"Can we just forget that this happened??" Beastboy choked out, his face beet red.
"How am I supposed to forget THAT?" Tenochtitlan said slyly, her eyes pink, lust driping from them.
"Ehhhhh..." Beastboy stared with wide and deathly afraid eyes while inching away from her.
"Oh, come on," Tay whimpered, her color now brown. "We're not little kids anymore...It's not evil to see each other naked. Besides, it was an accident."
"Sure, until you asked," Beastboy retorted shakily.
"That was just...curiosity," Tay murmured, looking away in shame. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it..." She wasn't clasping her towel nearly as tightly as Beastboy was gripping his own.
"Whatever, I'm just gonna put my clothes back on and get out of here, OK?" Beastboy announced with an expectant look. After a few seconds, he groaned out, "Dude, could ya not stare at me for a minute??"
"Right!" Tay squeaked with squinting eyes and a nervous smile, spinning around and shutting the curtain behind her.
As she waited for Beastboy to dress, she spoke.
"It's really not that big a deal, you know..." Tay tried to convince him.
"Yea, but you're a MONKEY, aren't you?" Beastboy pointed out. "You're USED to not wearing clothes..."
"...Well...Sort of. I mean, we still wore clothes, but...mostly headgear. And then we had helmets and light armor when we were being attacked, so that-"
"Helmets? Armor? What are you talking about?" Beastboy mumbled, perplexed. Neither looked at each other during their conversation.
Tay shrugged. "Well, I mean, we didn't use guns, or anything like that. Guns weren't really around in that area. It was just once in a while when there was trouble. We never really had too much while I was in charge...Except...well..." She trailed off, bobbing her head as she struggled to stop horrific memories of that day from coming back.
"...Yea," Beastboy mumbled, shaking his head at what seemed to be her ignorance. "Anyway...How come you didn't notice me when I came in?"
Tay smoothed out her shiny wet hair and pondered it for a moment.
"I'm not sure..." She recited the process out loud, trying to remember. "I was taking a shower...I turned the water off, and...-" She paused, her face contorted in concentration. "I can't remember..."
"Huh?"
"I don't remember," Tay muttered. "I must've...blacked out, or something..."
Tenochtitlan could faintly remember a voice in her head calling out to her for help. It was a young boy...She could see his face in her mind, and hear him, but everything else was a blur. Now that she thought about it, she had been blacking out all day, for reasons unknown.
"Weird," Beastboy mumbled with an apathetic shrug. "So how come the door wasn't locked?"
"I don't KNOW," Tay reminded him. "I TOLD you, it was locked after I came in."
"That doesn't make any sense!" Beastboy grumbled.
"Some of the doors have been doing it, too," Tay explained. "You haven't noticed?"
"Oh yea...Cy was sayin' something about that..."
"Oh."
"He'd better get it fixed soon," Beastboy mumbled. "'Cuz I'm lucky it was YOU that was in here. Man, if it was RAVEN, do you know how totally DEAD I would be right now?"
They both let a flurry of laughs out as they hjad many a time mere days before.
"So, uh...Do you think we could talk about...stuff...?" Beastboy piped up after the snickers died down.
Tay didn't respond for a few moments, but Beastboy could see her dark blue eyes in his mind. He was positive that her expression was sullen.
"Um...Yea...Tomorrow...I'll...I'll let you know," she told him solemnly.
"You swear?" Beastboy checked, clipping the buckle on his together.
"...I promise," Tenochtitlan answered calmly.
"OK...Thanks, Tay...And I'm sorry for the accident there...I'll make sure that never happens again..."
As Tay heard the doors slide open and slam shut, Tay peered through the curtain and whispered warmly, "I hope you're lying."
Beastboy straightened his suit out in the hall, now feeling guilt for knocking the beads over and flushing them down the sink. He decided that perhaps he should bring that topic up at a later date.
(WOW...) he thought to himself and he meandered down the hall; however, his brain wasn't exactly the organ doing the thinking. (Man, am I such an IDIOT. Nobody was watching...I could've had a little more fun...she was practically begging me to for a minute there...NONONO!! What is UP with you?? But MAN...That was just...I thought she padded them, but...-! Dude...That's a photo in the brain I'm gonna wanna save for a LONG time...AH!! STOPSTOPSTOP!! Your PERV, what is your DEAL?!)
"Yo, B, you a'ight?" Cyborg murmured as he watched his friend wobble onto the couch.
"I didn't touch-!" Beatsboy began to defend himself. "I mean...Yea...Sure."
With a quizzical stare, Cyborg shook his head sadly.
"I told you- that soy stuff's bad for you, man."
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