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After years of struggle in her life, Raven Roth knew a plethora of important things. She knew her teammates, she knew her city, her friends, almost everything about her powers, and she knew how darkness worked. Being an Empath can gain you that sort of knowledge. Being half demon can also make you smart in that area. So, if she knew so much about demons and darkness, how did she not see the signs? How did such abnormal behavior fly right over her head? Raven didn't even know when it all had really started. Only when it could have.


March 10, 2010- Commonroom 3:45 P.M.

"Yo, that ain't right!" Cyborg's voice whined as he stared at the screen in front of him. Beast Boy, with an evil smile on a face that could challenge summer leaves, continued to click random things on his controller.

Beast Boy shrugged, "Dude, you can't wimp out on me, yet!" Cyborg nudged the younger teen, who had grown in through the years. Instead of being stuck as the shortest Titan, he was towering over the world as the second-to-last tallest person on the team. Even though that meant he only exceeded Raven's 5'3 height, Beast Boy took what he could get.

As the two continued to play, Robin watched them from the kitchen and laughed out loud. "You two never give up that game, do you?"

"Never," Cyborg simply shrugged from the couch. Robin turned to Starfire, who leaned over the stove with her red hair frizzed into every direction possible. She muttered Tamaranean obscenities as she attempted to create her alien cuisine.

Robin raised an eyebrow and queried, "How's your dish going, Star?"

"Please, do not distract me," the alien warned, "I shall make a mistake and it could destroy the kitchen." Robin cringed and cleared his throat, nodding to his girlfriend. From the far end of the couch, Raven watched the group, her violet eyes peering over the leather bound book. She watched Robin reach into a drawer and pull out piece of loose leaf paper.

Robin turned to the group of teenagers and announced, "Alright, guys. This is about that time."

"Time for what?" Beast Boy asked, pausing their game and turning to their masked leader.

Waving the loose leaf in the air, Robin replied, "Spring cleaning." A collective groan filled the room and Robin sighed. "I know, I don't want to either. But, we have no choice. It's gotta get done." His eyes peered at the paper and he began reading its words. "Cyborg, you'll get the garage and the security wing. I'll take the gym and the pool. Star, you get the kitchen and Commonroom- so you can finish making your food."

"Pushover."

Robin cleared his throat and glared at the green teen, who smirked playfully. "Anyway. Beast Boy and Raven will get the basement."

"Aw, dude!" Beast Boy whined. "It's mad creepy down there!"

Cyborg shrugged and replied, "You won't be alone. Raven will be there too." Beast Boy felt Cyborg pat his back while he looked over at Raven, who still peered over her book towards him. Making his best puppy dog eyes, Beast Boy turned to the masked leader.

"Can't I get like... the library or something?" Beast Boy begged.

Raven sighed and stood up, closing her book. "We don't have a library. You'd know that if you picked up a book once in a while."

"Ouch." Cyborg cringed. He looked at Beast Boy and shrugged. "Well, you deserved that one, man."

Robin placed the paper on the counter and looked towards his friends. "Alright, guys. Let's get this done."


March 10, 2010- Basement 4:00 P.M.

I can't believe I'm stuck down here... And if anything happens down here, I'm screwed. Raven won't save me! Beast Boy looked over at the Gothic teen next to him and cleared his throat. "So," he began. "Uh-,"

"Do you really think I wouldn't save you if something happened?" Raven asked, cutting off Beast Boy's sentence. Beast Boy raised an eyebrow, looking at her with wide eyes. Raven explained calmly, "You think so loud, how could I miss that?" From under her hood, two violet eyes stared at him as they walked down the stairs.

Beast Boy scratched the back of his head and cleared his throat, looking down at the Empath. "Sorry..." he muttered.

"It's fine," Raven shrugged, "I'm just curious as to why you would think that. We are friends, Beast Boy. And teammates."

Smirking, Beast Boy giggled, "Aw, shucks, Rae."

"Plus, Robin would kill me if I let you die," Raven shrugged. Beast Boy stopped walking at watched her continue down the stairs. He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes as he continued down.

Beast Boy finally replied, "Well. I don't know, Raven. I guess I thought that because sometimes it seems like you can't stand me."

"I only can't stand you when you act stupid," Raven pointed out.

Beast Boy thought for a moment and admitted sadly, "And that's pretty much all the time, huh?"

"Not all the time," Raven said. "You've got your moments. You just tend to ruin them most of the time."

Nodding, Beast Boy added, "Like the Beast Man thing..."

"Yes, like that," Raven nodded. Finally, the two reached the final step and looked at the basement door. The large metal door, against a cement wall, towered over the two. Beast Boy looked at the metal handle, reaching out and opening the heavy door. Raven walked in, muttering a small thank you. Beast Boy shut the door and turned, facing the dark room, only lit by a lamp in the center of two tall piles of junk. Walking forward, Beast Boy faced the piles and sighed.

Beast Boy muttered, "This sucks. So much."

"Let's get started, shall we?" Raven simply said, floating over to a pile and beginning to separate junk and useful items. Beast Boy groaned and trudged over to the other pile, sitting down crossed-legged and beginning to pick up random things. Junk. Junk. Junk. Oober Junk. Mega Junk. Garbage. Garbagge. Garbagio. Garballita. Oh. That's kinda useful, I guess... Junk. Junk. Junk...

The pattern went on for ages and Beast Boy slowly began to give up and throw everything in his junk pile. While he tossed, he hummed to himself calmly. From the other side of the room, Raven turned and looked at the changeling. "What are you humming?" She asked. Beast Boy looked over, seeing her hood down, revealing two curious purple eyes.

"Oh," Beast Boy said, "Uh. This song called 'Son of a Gun' by this band."

Raven queried, "Motion City Soundtrack?" Putting down his item, Beast Boy turned to face Raven.

"Yeah," he nodded, "You know them?"

Raven nodded. "I love them."

"Wow," Beast Boy smiled, "I never thought you'd like Motion City Soundtrack. What's your favorite album?"

Thinking for moment, Raven replied, "Go, actually. I love "Son of a Gun". It sort of reminds me of you."

"Really?" Beast Boy asked, thinking over the lyrics. He began to quietly sing the chorus, "I know I'm a son of a gun... Pissing you off just for fun. You're over dramatic I'm aerodynamic, it's all so romantic. That's why I'm a son of a gun." He looked at Raven again. "That sounds nothing like me!"

Raven smirked. "Nope, not at all." She turned back to her pile and continued to look through the pile. Beast Boy watched her as she brought a crumpled piece of paper to her waist and smoothed it out, reading its contents. A small smile graced her lips as she read the words on the page. Beast Boy watched her, mouth sightly open and head tilted to the right like a curious puppy. The florescent light made her skin glow and added a glimmer to her eyes. Beast Boy suddenly shook his head and cringed, realizing that he had been staring at his teammate. He turned back to his pile and began to separate once more.

His hands stopped on a box and he looked down at the small jewelry box. Holding it up, he examined the wooden box, sealed by a metal cover and locked with a tiny padlock. Words were engraved in the side and he leaned forward so that his eyes were a mere centimeter from the words. The letters, too small to be seen by even his naked eye, blurred at the distance. He sighed and placed the box next to him, looking over at Raven.

The Empath still looked at the paper, smiling to herself gently. Beast Boy raised an eyebrow. When was the last time he had seen Raven smile? He didn't remember. "What's so funny?" Beast Boy asked, standing up and walking over to her.

"Just read this," Raven smirked, handing him the paper.

September 4, 2007

I thought that the Terra thing would pass. But, man. She is so hot-,

"Okay, that's enough!" Beast Boy cringed, throwing the paper in the garbage pile. "How was that funny?!" He asked Raven, eyes wide.

Raven explained, "You didn't read on. You compared her to me. Apparently I'm pretty to you? Or was."

"Wait, what?" Beast Boy asked. "You're still pretty, Rae!" Raven raised an eyebrow at Beast Boy before sighing and turning back to the pile. Junk... Junk...


March 11, 2010- Beast Boy's Room 1:15 A.M.

Beast Boy stared at the box on his desk for what seemed like forever. Finally, he reached for the drawer and opened it, grabbing a magnifying glass. His room was dim, the light only barely on and causing shadows to emerge everywhere. Raising the box up with one hand and placing the magnifying glass in front of his eye, Beast Boy read the words engraved in the wood.

"Zorsai Xmagata Kohrata...?" Beast Boy whispered. He leaned back and placed the box on the desk. "Why do we have that in the tower anyway?" Suddenly, the lid of the box opened, revealing a dark velvet lining on the inside. Beast Boy's eyes widened and he peered over the box, narrowing his eyes to see in the pitch black. Suddenly, his entire body flew back, hitting the wall behind him with a loud bang. Falling to the floor and holding his head, Beast Boy felt nauseous. Bending over and holding his stomach, he felt his head spin. "Ughh..." he groaned. The feeling suddenly stopped and he stood up, feeling healthy once more. He raised an eyebrow and looked at the box, which had closed again. "Weird," Beast Boy muttered before turning off his light and crawling into his bed.


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