Author's Note: Okay, before anything, guys, I am so sorry! I did not at ALL mean for this story to last for so long. It was supposed to be up in a maximum of four weeks, not four months. But now I must make another announcement….
I GOT A REVIEW FROM SETH TURTLE! THE SETH TURTLE! ONE OF MY FOUR FAVORITE FANFICTIONS AUTHORS EVER! (The others being Sage of Story, Sunshine10, and the king of Ranma ½ fanfiction, kenko) HAPPY FUZZINESS! THANK YOU SO MUCH! Now, I appreciate all of you other guys review too, I honestly do, but this is so TOTALLY awesome for me right now. On another note…
This has been a rather harrowing experience for me, what with the internet bans, etcetera, but I hope that you'll keep reading this and the sequel, which I'm working on, and all the other fics that are half-done, either in my computer or in the twisted abyss of darkness that is my brain. So…I left you with a cliffie last time, and I suppose it's time for me to finally stop jabbering at you and let you read it. It's been real, guys, so thanks. I'll see you at the sequel! (And when you finish this, if you're in the mood for a little more zany humor than go take a look at a short humor fic I posted today titled Schizophrenia. So read, review, and I'll leave you alone now.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. If I did, Terra would not exist, Cyborg would have a girlfriend, Robin wouldn't be so obsessive, Slade wouldn't act like a pedophile, Gizmo would know some good insults, and Raven and Beast Boy would have multiple episodes devoted to their relationship. With a few dedicated to Robin and Starfire, of course.
Quote of the Chapter: Raven - A giant chicken. I must be the luckiest girl in the world.Payback: Chapter 4 – Revelations, Responses, and Really Stupid Questions
Starfire blinked as her mind processed the information at had just been relayed to it. Blink. Blink.
Robin asked me out. Robin asked me out. Robin asked me out.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
What to do?
She thought back to her "girl talk" with Raven.
I know it's cliché, but you'll know what to do when the time is right. Until then, that's about all that can be done.
Well, if ever the time was right, it was now. Starfire took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and looked within herself.
Robin was her best friend, she knew that already. But he was more than that. There was something special about Robin that could make Starfire feel safe even the most dire of situations. She felt protected in his presence. There was something about Robin, something that she couldn't name in Tamaranean, English, or any other language, that made her heart pound and her stomach flip and make her feel like she was walking on air (even when she wasn't flying). But most of all, she couldn't imagine leaving his side for a moment, or trying to live life without him.
Starfire opened her eyes and looked at Robin. Half in shadow, half in the dim light of the dusty basement, his omnipresent mask concealing his eyes, he hadn't moved. She gathered her courage, her strength, and everything else, and said, with all of her heart, or whatever the Tamaraneans called it,
"I would love to go out with you, Robin."
Robin stared at her, wide-eyed.
She said yes. She said yes. Holy crap, SHE SAID YES!
It was an odd scene, down in that basement. Starfire and Robin, standing face to face, staring at each other. They were each experiencing something that neither had ever before dealt with. Complete and total brain crash.
Upstairs, Raven pulled away from Beast Boy for a moment, sitting on her heels. She tilted her head to the side, as if she was listening for something. Beast Boy picked his head up and propped himself up on his elbows, raising his elbows.
"Hey Raven? Why'd you stop?"
She paused a moment before responding.
"I think that Starfire and Robin are finally together." Raven said thoughtfully. Beast Boy raised his eyebrow, and then sighed.
"This is one of those psycho things, isn't it?"
"You mean psychic."
Raven pushed him back down gently as she lay comfortably on top of him. Beast Boy wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her.
So what do we do now?
We continue what we were doing a moment ago, stupid.
First of all, I'm not stupid, second of all, I meant about Rob-woah, Raven!
Does that answer your question?
Good. Now just be quiet.
That evening, Cyborg walked into the living room, smiling.
"Hey, guys! I kicked that guy's butt into next Tuesday, man! Hey- Robin? BB? You here?"
Cyborg looked around in confusion. No one was in the living room. He walked down the hallways, checking everyone's rooms. Robin, Beast Boy, and Starfire's rooms were all empty. As he reached out to knock on Raven's door, he spotted a piece of paper taped sloppily to it.
--DO NOT DISTURB ON PAIN OF DEATH AND TORTURE BEYOND IMAGINATION--
-Raven and Beast Boy
The half-machine, half-human Teen Titan sweatdropped.
Making the right decision, as Cyborg did in fact believe in self-preservation, he walked away, looking for Robin and Starfire. An hour later, he returned to the living room, exhausted. He slumped down on the couch, sighing.
"What is with this place?" he muttered, exasperated. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a door. The only one that he hadn't checked in the entirety of the Titan's Tower.
Cyborg cautiously opened the door leading to the dimly lit basement, noting the expired force-field generator attached to the front side. He thumped down the stairs, looking from side to side. Lo and behold! Not a minute after Cyborg had begun to walk amongst the crates that littered the basement than he did find no one but Robin and Starfire. The two were standing about three feet apart, staring at each other.
"Yo, Robin! Starfire!" Cyborg jogged over to them. Robin and Starfire just kept on staring at each other. Frowning, he touched Robin's shoulder.
Still no response from the Boy Wonder.
"Hello? Anybody home?" Cyborg waved his hand in front of their faces.
"Right…well, I'm going upstairs. Later."
Cyborg stomped away, and still, there was nothing. As he reached the top of the stairs, he looked down. And shaking his head, he sighed and closed the door.
As he once more slumped down on the couch, Cyborg raised his hands to the ceiling and yelled.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!!!!!!!"
Little did he realize that neither I, nor anyone else, for that matter, can answer that question.
There's a very famous saying. "It is not the beginning of the end, but the end of the beginning" or something like that. Well, you'll be happy to know that it most certainly applies here. This, I believe, is a good storyline, therefore, I shall continue, and write a sequel! You'll have to wait a little bit for that to come out, but don't worry, it won't take too long. (And the posts won't be nearly as far apart as these were, hopefully) So, I really hope that you've had a good time reading my fanfiction, whether you reviewed or not. Thank you, and goodbye…