Fan Fiction ❯ Birds of a Feather ❯ Chapter 9
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By: King Cheetah 
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.16.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 333 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.16.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 333 | Status: Completed
Birds Of A Feather...
Part Nine- Songs About Buildings And Food
by King Cheetah
I don't own any of these characters,
so don't rub it in...
Kinda sorta Robin/Raven pairing; you've been warned....
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It was something a seagull had once told him. Sitting atop Titan's Tower on this starlit night, Beast Boy thought about big things. Big important things. Like Terra used to. But he was a creature of habit and found his inner voices to be of a more immediate nature, like food, sleep, and sex, though not in that order. On one of the few occasions that he'd attempted conversation with his animal brethren following her death, a seagull had merely shrugged his wings and said "Dude, either you're food or your not. Your friend's food now. Deal" (I'm paraphrasing). And there it was, wrapped up in one neat little package. Eat or be eaten, the cycle of life. So he thought of food, and he thought of her, and he thought of the delicious meals she made just for him when she had kitchen duty.
Laying back, he looked up at the stars and thought back to their last real time alone together, four days before the Puppet Kings second assault on the Tower. They were planning a little time away from the Titans, a camping trip out to the wilds of the Nevada desert, just the two of them. Frantically thumbing through the catalogs trying to decide on her gear, Terra began to rattle off a list of possible needs. A new hat, goggles, boots, some rock climbing equipment to replace that lost in the fight with Sidewinder last spring. "Aren't you going to get anything? Any gear at all?" she asked, somewhat annoyed by his calm in the face of their trip.
What would he need, he asked. He'd just live off the land, the desert being a bountiful provider if you knew a trick or two. Lunging forward, he grabbed her midriff and threw her back onto the bed, "I'll just use all my wily animal cunning to catch the most succulent prey that I can find." Looking into his eyes, her breathing became soft pants as he began to inch the hem of her shirt up. Exposing the soft, smooth flesh of her stomach, he proceeded to plant soft kisses in a ring around her navel. Gasping at the sensation, she grabbed his head and brought his face up to meet hers. Kissing her he sighed, "I SO need this trip away from here. I think we both do." Smiling softly, she removed her shirt and leaned in to kiss him again.
He heard it before he actually saw it. Amidst the omnipresent white noise of the bay, came a low plaintiff wail, like a banshee nursing a hangover. Softly at first, but rising to a crescendo, then dropping off to be replaced with a wail of a slightly higher pitch. Squinting, he could just make out a dull green phosphorescence moving in broad sweeping curved trails over the bay. Like a dull toothache, something in his brain demanded recognition of this phenomena, but couldn't quite synch it up with anything known. Shifting into panther mode, his new keen eyes scanned the horizon for the source of the glow, and shot wide open as they finally saw exactly what it was making the noise.
Cursing, Beast Boy quick shifted from panther to cheetah, then tore off across the upper deck of the tower, building speed as he did so. Reaching the building's edge, he launched himself outward and upwards, shifting into a Pterydactl and grabbing the updraft for lift. Soaring skyward, he shifted his weight and began a steep dive towards his target. Please tell me this isn't what I think it is, he pleaded to forces unseen. He was making good glide time but thought that perhaps powered flight might be in order. Closing to within thirty yards of his target, he shifted again to become a barn owl, only to have his worst fears confirmed. There in the moonlight was Starfire singing (?) at the top of her lungs, very nude and very drunk.
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"...and TIME! Good job, Raven." called Wonder Girl over the intercom. Hands on her knees, she stooped and struggled to catch her breath. The session in the combat simulator was a whole new experience without using her magic, but oddly thrilling. At the sidelines, Cyborg and Kid Flash formed the cheering section of the show, much to Raven's delight. "All right all right! Looking Good. At's it! Good show, good show!" Grinning, she could only wave weakly at her new fans and cast a quick look over to the only audience that mattered to her this evening.
Approaching with towel and water bottle, Robin smiled, "Have I ever told you what a complete and total badass you are?" Grinning, she took both readily and asked, "Was I good? No, really. Tell me." She could hardly contain herself. The realization that she had all of Robin's combat skills was exciting enough, but getting to actually use them was intoxicating. "All right Bird Boy, lets do a few quick drills, then call it a day." said Donna from the controls, but Robin just waved her off, "Let's just go over today's numbers and do a full session in the morning." Nodding, Wonder Girl gave a thumbs up and started the shut down routine.
Still somewhat wobbly, she mopped her brow and sipped as they all collected at the entrance. "I'll tell you girl, that was one fine show of ass kicking out there." grinned Cyborg, "It'll be good to have a little more muscle on the team. I mean, don't get me wrong, the magic thing's nice 'n all, but the likes of Sidewinder or Aftershock just need a good ole' fashioned head stompin' every now and then." Raven sighed, "Well, I'm not ready to swear off magic just yet. But Donna said that having some other skills to fall back on couldn't hurt. And I'm REALLY enjoying this." as Robin slid an arm around her waist.
"Okay, folks, shower up and we'll meet in the kitchen to go over the data. C'mon Raven." she said, as the two girls headed for the women's locker room.
Closing her eyes, she just let the water hit the top of her head and run down her body. "Donna, I had no idea how hard you and Robin work at this. I... I'm bushed."
Lathering up, the Amazon's own just smiled, "But, when you love what you do, you barely notice the pain. Now if I could just get Robin to show your enthusiasm..."
Raven grinned and shook her head. No matter how you sliced it, Wonder Girl was amazing. Smart, funny, powerful, and dedicated, she was the very definition of Grrrl Power. While technically Robin's second in command, he respected her and treated her as an equal. In return, she functioned as his Major Domo kept the team running smoothly, even as she constantly needled and cajoled him. She saw their leaders true potential and was bound and determined to bring out the best he had to offer, whether he liked it or not. Her japes were keen and often cruel, but borne of a deep respect for him and a desire the see him give his fullest.
Brushing her hair Raven saw Donna approach her in the mirror, "Um, look, before we get back out there, I thought we might have a little talk. Girl to girl, okay?"
Nodding, Raven sat beside her on bench as Wonder Girl said softly, "This thing with you and the boss is an astonishing turn of events, and I think in the long term this meeting of minds is going to be an incredible boon for the team. BUT..."
"But?" asked Raven.
"Raven, for good or ill, this team had a certain rhythm and harmony to it, which was... disturbed by the changes in you two...."
"Starfire." said Raven, crestfallen.
"All I'm asking is that you two keep the kissyface to behind closed doors for a while. The fireball's one tough cookie, but this is gonna be a little hard on her at first. She's trying REALLY hard to be cool about this, so let's all do what we can to keep her spirits up, n'kay?"
Raven nodded, "Yes. We will, I promise."
"Good," smiled Wonder Girl, "And speaking of behind closed doors..." she said handing Raven a small box. Looking at what sat in the palm of her hand, Raven shrieked, "DONNA?! What're-"
"I know two dozen seems like a lot, but from my experience, you'll find that you'll tear through those pretty quickly. Look, they're ribbed for your pleasure..."
"B-but, we're not..." stammered Raven, now in a sweat.
"Yet. But if I know Robin, putting twinkle in your eye is in the cards."
"DONNA! I-I really don't think..."
Annoyed, Wonder Girl narrowed her gaze, "Raven, look me straight in the eye and tell me that you and the bird haven't been fooling around. Go on!" Raven seemed to shrink a little.
"I thought so. Look, even if you haven't taken that big step yet, that doesn't mean you shouldn't be prepared just in case you do. C'mon, you're two healthy, young people who're REALLY into each other. Why take chances?"
"But..." Raven whimpered.
"Raven, safety first, sorry second. I can get you condoms on the sly, that's no problem. But even I don't think I could get you an abortion and keep it out of the papers. Look, I'm not here to judge, and maybe you two will never need these. Fine. But it just makes sense to be prepared. You two have already had one little accident, no need to add another to the mix." said Wonder Girl.
Raven seemed to be going through a serious inner debate, but finally gave a little smile and said, "Thanks Donna. You're the best."
Grinning, she said, "That's what it says on my business cards. Ready to go?"
As they left the locker room, Donna said, "Oh, and give Robin my apologies, but those were the smallest size they had..."
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Still drunk and still nude, Starfire lay sprawled out on her bed. There was a time when this sight would have sent Beast Boys heart racing, but now he felt only pity. Finding an extra bedspread, he covered her, then took a seat on the foot of her bed. He ran a hand through his hair as he sat thinking. Her room could only be described as 'very Starfire-like'; cuteness as a devastating force of nature. Big eyed anime grinned from every available wall space and no doubt more was hidden away, biding it's time. And then it hit him; what the room lacked was her past. No where was there anything bespeaking Tamaran, or for that matter any of her pre-Titan's life. Weird. Sighing he said, "Now I wish I was the one that was drunk."
"I have not been drinking, Beast Boy." came Starfire's voice, barely a whisper. Looking back, he saw her eyes open, staring at nothing in particular. Sniffing loudly, he said, "Your lips say no no, but my nose says hell yes!"
Sighing, Starfire said softly, "The oil balm that I have covered myself with is alcohol based. It is to protect my from the chilled night air as I flew."
"Oh yeah, duh. I don't know why I didn't think of that first." he muttered. Walking to the head of her bed, he sat and asked, "You wanna talk about it?" She lay staring into midspace for a while before softly saying, "Terra told me of this. You are as she described you." and closed her eyes. "Beast Boy, do you find me desirable?"
Straining to keep his poker face, he sat staring at the verbal live grenade Starfire had tossed in his lap. A cunning variation on the "Honey do I look fat to you" mine, it was difficult to disarm in that there was no easy, short answer, as both a yes or a no answer could lead to an emotional maiming. His only hope was offense.
Sighing heavily, he said, "I'm gonna go out on a limb and say this is about more than just Robin, right? Tell you what, throw some clothes on and let's get a snack and talk about this, a'ight?" She looked both stunned and confused by his response, but slowly a small smile began to creep across her lips.
Beast Boy had promised himself that he would start laying off the snacks, but Cyborg had baked four of those mock apple pies using Ritz crackers, and they were proving to be his downfall. With the fingertips of both hands, he gingerly slid a generous slice of diet-killer towards Starfire, topped with cinnamon ice cream and an aromatic cup of coffee on the side for balance. She looked to the offering, then back to him, them gave an odd little smirk. "All becomes clear to me now." as she took a sip of the bean sweat. Catching his bewildered expression, she smiled, "Terra assured me that you were a dutiful and thoughtful lover. I see now of what she spoke." He was taken aback by this, but didn't let it show.
"I wish that you would show this side of yourself more often, this is very nice. All I am aquatinted with is the Beast Boy that delights in bodily noises and video games."
Smiling a little, he shrugged and said, "Hey dude, this is all about you. Now then, what can I, a mere superhero do to bring back that funny, sunny Starfire who laughed at all my jokes and let me win at Dance Dance Revolution?"
"What makes you believe that you were permitted a victory that you did not earn?" she asked slyly.
"Oh c'mon Star. You can beat Donna at DDR, but all of a sudden you can't beat me? No way." he grinned.
She seemed to be relaxing, and that for the moment struck him as a turn for the better.
"You did not answer my question before. Do you find me desirable?" she asked with an innocence too sincere to be real.
Again the grenade in his lap, but this time he was out of tricks....
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To be Continued...
Next time; If I only had a brain...
Part Nine- Songs About Buildings And Food
by King Cheetah
I don't own any of these characters,
so don't rub it in...
Kinda sorta Robin/Raven pairing; you've been warned....
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It was something a seagull had once told him. Sitting atop Titan's Tower on this starlit night, Beast Boy thought about big things. Big important things. Like Terra used to. But he was a creature of habit and found his inner voices to be of a more immediate nature, like food, sleep, and sex, though not in that order. On one of the few occasions that he'd attempted conversation with his animal brethren following her death, a seagull had merely shrugged his wings and said "Dude, either you're food or your not. Your friend's food now. Deal" (I'm paraphrasing). And there it was, wrapped up in one neat little package. Eat or be eaten, the cycle of life. So he thought of food, and he thought of her, and he thought of the delicious meals she made just for him when she had kitchen duty.
Laying back, he looked up at the stars and thought back to their last real time alone together, four days before the Puppet Kings second assault on the Tower. They were planning a little time away from the Titans, a camping trip out to the wilds of the Nevada desert, just the two of them. Frantically thumbing through the catalogs trying to decide on her gear, Terra began to rattle off a list of possible needs. A new hat, goggles, boots, some rock climbing equipment to replace that lost in the fight with Sidewinder last spring. "Aren't you going to get anything? Any gear at all?" she asked, somewhat annoyed by his calm in the face of their trip.
What would he need, he asked. He'd just live off the land, the desert being a bountiful provider if you knew a trick or two. Lunging forward, he grabbed her midriff and threw her back onto the bed, "I'll just use all my wily animal cunning to catch the most succulent prey that I can find." Looking into his eyes, her breathing became soft pants as he began to inch the hem of her shirt up. Exposing the soft, smooth flesh of her stomach, he proceeded to plant soft kisses in a ring around her navel. Gasping at the sensation, she grabbed his head and brought his face up to meet hers. Kissing her he sighed, "I SO need this trip away from here. I think we both do." Smiling softly, she removed her shirt and leaned in to kiss him again.
He heard it before he actually saw it. Amidst the omnipresent white noise of the bay, came a low plaintiff wail, like a banshee nursing a hangover. Softly at first, but rising to a crescendo, then dropping off to be replaced with a wail of a slightly higher pitch. Squinting, he could just make out a dull green phosphorescence moving in broad sweeping curved trails over the bay. Like a dull toothache, something in his brain demanded recognition of this phenomena, but couldn't quite synch it up with anything known. Shifting into panther mode, his new keen eyes scanned the horizon for the source of the glow, and shot wide open as they finally saw exactly what it was making the noise.
Cursing, Beast Boy quick shifted from panther to cheetah, then tore off across the upper deck of the tower, building speed as he did so. Reaching the building's edge, he launched himself outward and upwards, shifting into a Pterydactl and grabbing the updraft for lift. Soaring skyward, he shifted his weight and began a steep dive towards his target. Please tell me this isn't what I think it is, he pleaded to forces unseen. He was making good glide time but thought that perhaps powered flight might be in order. Closing to within thirty yards of his target, he shifted again to become a barn owl, only to have his worst fears confirmed. There in the moonlight was Starfire singing (?) at the top of her lungs, very nude and very drunk.
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"...and TIME! Good job, Raven." called Wonder Girl over the intercom. Hands on her knees, she stooped and struggled to catch her breath. The session in the combat simulator was a whole new experience without using her magic, but oddly thrilling. At the sidelines, Cyborg and Kid Flash formed the cheering section of the show, much to Raven's delight. "All right all right! Looking Good. At's it! Good show, good show!" Grinning, she could only wave weakly at her new fans and cast a quick look over to the only audience that mattered to her this evening.
Approaching with towel and water bottle, Robin smiled, "Have I ever told you what a complete and total badass you are?" Grinning, she took both readily and asked, "Was I good? No, really. Tell me." She could hardly contain herself. The realization that she had all of Robin's combat skills was exciting enough, but getting to actually use them was intoxicating. "All right Bird Boy, lets do a few quick drills, then call it a day." said Donna from the controls, but Robin just waved her off, "Let's just go over today's numbers and do a full session in the morning." Nodding, Wonder Girl gave a thumbs up and started the shut down routine.
Still somewhat wobbly, she mopped her brow and sipped as they all collected at the entrance. "I'll tell you girl, that was one fine show of ass kicking out there." grinned Cyborg, "It'll be good to have a little more muscle on the team. I mean, don't get me wrong, the magic thing's nice 'n all, but the likes of Sidewinder or Aftershock just need a good ole' fashioned head stompin' every now and then." Raven sighed, "Well, I'm not ready to swear off magic just yet. But Donna said that having some other skills to fall back on couldn't hurt. And I'm REALLY enjoying this." as Robin slid an arm around her waist.
"Okay, folks, shower up and we'll meet in the kitchen to go over the data. C'mon Raven." she said, as the two girls headed for the women's locker room.
Closing her eyes, she just let the water hit the top of her head and run down her body. "Donna, I had no idea how hard you and Robin work at this. I... I'm bushed."
Lathering up, the Amazon's own just smiled, "But, when you love what you do, you barely notice the pain. Now if I could just get Robin to show your enthusiasm..."
Raven grinned and shook her head. No matter how you sliced it, Wonder Girl was amazing. Smart, funny, powerful, and dedicated, she was the very definition of Grrrl Power. While technically Robin's second in command, he respected her and treated her as an equal. In return, she functioned as his Major Domo kept the team running smoothly, even as she constantly needled and cajoled him. She saw their leaders true potential and was bound and determined to bring out the best he had to offer, whether he liked it or not. Her japes were keen and often cruel, but borne of a deep respect for him and a desire the see him give his fullest.
Brushing her hair Raven saw Donna approach her in the mirror, "Um, look, before we get back out there, I thought we might have a little talk. Girl to girl, okay?"
Nodding, Raven sat beside her on bench as Wonder Girl said softly, "This thing with you and the boss is an astonishing turn of events, and I think in the long term this meeting of minds is going to be an incredible boon for the team. BUT..."
"But?" asked Raven.
"Raven, for good or ill, this team had a certain rhythm and harmony to it, which was... disturbed by the changes in you two...."
"Starfire." said Raven, crestfallen.
"All I'm asking is that you two keep the kissyface to behind closed doors for a while. The fireball's one tough cookie, but this is gonna be a little hard on her at first. She's trying REALLY hard to be cool about this, so let's all do what we can to keep her spirits up, n'kay?"
Raven nodded, "Yes. We will, I promise."
"Good," smiled Wonder Girl, "And speaking of behind closed doors..." she said handing Raven a small box. Looking at what sat in the palm of her hand, Raven shrieked, "DONNA?! What're-"
"I know two dozen seems like a lot, but from my experience, you'll find that you'll tear through those pretty quickly. Look, they're ribbed for your pleasure..."
"B-but, we're not..." stammered Raven, now in a sweat.
"Yet. But if I know Robin, putting twinkle in your eye is in the cards."
"DONNA! I-I really don't think..."
Annoyed, Wonder Girl narrowed her gaze, "Raven, look me straight in the eye and tell me that you and the bird haven't been fooling around. Go on!" Raven seemed to shrink a little.
"I thought so. Look, even if you haven't taken that big step yet, that doesn't mean you shouldn't be prepared just in case you do. C'mon, you're two healthy, young people who're REALLY into each other. Why take chances?"
"But..." Raven whimpered.
"Raven, safety first, sorry second. I can get you condoms on the sly, that's no problem. But even I don't think I could get you an abortion and keep it out of the papers. Look, I'm not here to judge, and maybe you two will never need these. Fine. But it just makes sense to be prepared. You two have already had one little accident, no need to add another to the mix." said Wonder Girl.
Raven seemed to be going through a serious inner debate, but finally gave a little smile and said, "Thanks Donna. You're the best."
Grinning, she said, "That's what it says on my business cards. Ready to go?"
As they left the locker room, Donna said, "Oh, and give Robin my apologies, but those were the smallest size they had..."
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Still drunk and still nude, Starfire lay sprawled out on her bed. There was a time when this sight would have sent Beast Boys heart racing, but now he felt only pity. Finding an extra bedspread, he covered her, then took a seat on the foot of her bed. He ran a hand through his hair as he sat thinking. Her room could only be described as 'very Starfire-like'; cuteness as a devastating force of nature. Big eyed anime grinned from every available wall space and no doubt more was hidden away, biding it's time. And then it hit him; what the room lacked was her past. No where was there anything bespeaking Tamaran, or for that matter any of her pre-Titan's life. Weird. Sighing he said, "Now I wish I was the one that was drunk."
"I have not been drinking, Beast Boy." came Starfire's voice, barely a whisper. Looking back, he saw her eyes open, staring at nothing in particular. Sniffing loudly, he said, "Your lips say no no, but my nose says hell yes!"
Sighing, Starfire said softly, "The oil balm that I have covered myself with is alcohol based. It is to protect my from the chilled night air as I flew."
"Oh yeah, duh. I don't know why I didn't think of that first." he muttered. Walking to the head of her bed, he sat and asked, "You wanna talk about it?" She lay staring into midspace for a while before softly saying, "Terra told me of this. You are as she described you." and closed her eyes. "Beast Boy, do you find me desirable?"
Straining to keep his poker face, he sat staring at the verbal live grenade Starfire had tossed in his lap. A cunning variation on the "Honey do I look fat to you" mine, it was difficult to disarm in that there was no easy, short answer, as both a yes or a no answer could lead to an emotional maiming. His only hope was offense.
Sighing heavily, he said, "I'm gonna go out on a limb and say this is about more than just Robin, right? Tell you what, throw some clothes on and let's get a snack and talk about this, a'ight?" She looked both stunned and confused by his response, but slowly a small smile began to creep across her lips.
Beast Boy had promised himself that he would start laying off the snacks, but Cyborg had baked four of those mock apple pies using Ritz crackers, and they were proving to be his downfall. With the fingertips of both hands, he gingerly slid a generous slice of diet-killer towards Starfire, topped with cinnamon ice cream and an aromatic cup of coffee on the side for balance. She looked to the offering, then back to him, them gave an odd little smirk. "All becomes clear to me now." as she took a sip of the bean sweat. Catching his bewildered expression, she smiled, "Terra assured me that you were a dutiful and thoughtful lover. I see now of what she spoke." He was taken aback by this, but didn't let it show.
"I wish that you would show this side of yourself more often, this is very nice. All I am aquatinted with is the Beast Boy that delights in bodily noises and video games."
Smiling a little, he shrugged and said, "Hey dude, this is all about you. Now then, what can I, a mere superhero do to bring back that funny, sunny Starfire who laughed at all my jokes and let me win at Dance Dance Revolution?"
"What makes you believe that you were permitted a victory that you did not earn?" she asked slyly.
"Oh c'mon Star. You can beat Donna at DDR, but all of a sudden you can't beat me? No way." he grinned.
She seemed to be relaxing, and that for the moment struck him as a turn for the better.
"You did not answer my question before. Do you find me desirable?" she asked with an innocence too sincere to be real.
Again the grenade in his lap, but this time he was out of tricks....
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To be Continued...
Next time; If I only had a brain...