Fan Fiction ❯ Silence ❯ One-Shot
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: CrazyAce 
*TEEN TITANS*
A Raven vignette.
She's restless and meditation can't clear her mind. There's another way, one that soothes her mind, and one that no one might believe-- especially because it's her.
Mind out of the gutter, folks. It's not that.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 10.12.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 476 | Status: Completed
*TEEN TITANS*
A Raven vignette.
She's restless and meditation can't clear her mind. There's another way, one that soothes her mind, and one that no one might believe-- especially because it's her.
Mind out of the gutter, folks. It's not that.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 10.12.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 476 | Status: Completed
A/N: I kind of nicked Timespace from my aunt (with intention of giving it back) and have been listening to it a lot lately. For some reason, the songs make me think of Raven, or in any case, I can see her listening to Stevie Nicks. Messed up? Probably, but that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. The songs are, in order, "Sometimes It’s A Bitch," "Leather and Lace," and "Edge of Seventeen."
This will only appear on http://www.mediaminer.org and my website (at a later date), http://www.freewebs.com/bluemoonfantasy. For me anyhow; if you want to archive it, or any of my stories for that matter, be my guest, I don’t mind.
As always, review and/or flame. I love the former and don’t mind the latter.
Enjoy.
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Usually when Raven wanted to clear her mind, she would meditate. Float about the ground, or the roof, or her bed, and chant her mantra, focusing in on those words and for all intents and purposes, spacing out.
Usually, Beast Boy or sometimes Cyborg or Starfire would interrupt her meditation. She would snap at them-- or in the case of Beast Boy, use her powers to drop him from the ceiling-- then move elsewhere to continue.
Usually, the repetitiveness of her mantra would eventually calm her mind and her emotions, and she could move on through the day and night with only the aid of her herbal tea.
Usually.
Tonight, however, there was a restlessness in her that meditation couldn’t calm, couldn’t soothe; an ache that was strange to her, but not completely foreign. Times like these called for a different kind of spacing out, one that no one knew she did or could even fathom the thought of her doing.
She dressed differently for this. No uniform, no cloak... Instead, she wore a sweatshirt that had been cut into a half-tank and pajama bottoms that had been cut off into shorts. This was her other uniform; the one that suited these times.
Her hair was pulled up and tied tightly into a French braid that would leave her hair wavy come morning, but she didn’t care; questions wouldn’t be asked. They never were anymore.
Off from the training room there was a small, empty room that was, in her opinion, perfect. It was shaped like a rectangle, and was perhaps the size of a large living room or den. The floor was durable paneled wood, which could take quite a beating and still be shining. The two long walls had floor-to-ceiling mirrors their entire lengths, which she had placed in there herself, as well as a bar for stretching across the one short wall. The lights were dim, casting a soft glow over everything.
It was here that she released that restlessness in the early hours of the morning. She would bring her player and her favorite CD. It would be safer to use headphones, but she liked the way the bass vibrated the floor and the music seemed to flood the room. She placed towels around the door to soundproof it as well as she could.
She stretched, then programmed her player. One song for warm up, one for working out, then another for the finalé, which was incidentally her favorite song. She moved to the center of the room and waited as the music began flowing from the speakers....
Is love so fragile...
And the heart so hollow
Shatter with words...
Impossible to follow
You're saying I'm fragile... I try not to be
I search only... for something I can't see
I have my own life... and I am stronger
Than you know
But I carry this feeling
When you walked into my house
That you won't be walking out the door
Still I carry this feeling
When you walked into my house
That you won't be walking out the door
She focused on the song, its music and words, and began. She started out slowly, with only a few easy moves, then gradually worked her way up. She stumbled a few times; it had been awhile since she had done this. Even so, she didn’t let herself think on it, she just kept going.
Her muscles felt slightly strained. She hadn’t physically trained in some time, focusing mostly on her powers during Robin’s intensive training. It felt good, though, working out the kinks. She closed her eyes and began moving a bit faster as the song ended and the next one began.
There are days when I swear I could fly like an eagle
And dark desperate hours that nobody sees
My arms stretched triumphant on top of the mountain
My head in my hands... down on my knees
Sometimes it's a bitch... sometimes it's a breeze
Sometimes love's blind... and sometimes it sees
Sometimes it's roses... and sometimes it's weeds
Sometimes it's a bitch... sometimes it's a breeze
She continued to increase her pace, working her body into a frenzy and her mind into a peaceful numbness. Thoughts passed easily through her mind, she didn’t stop them nor pay attention to them. Things she couldn’t normally allow to the surface passed through in a river of emotion, yet she felt nothing...
"Hey, Rae, you’re not going to hide in your room all day, are you?"
"Titans, go!"
"Oh, no, you’re not going to blow up my car now, are you? It was an accident!"
"Please, friend, would you go with us to the mall of shopping?"
She was beginning to breathe a little heavier now. She paused a moment to take a quick breath, but afterwards doubled her pace. She trusted her senses to not allow her to run into any of the walls, so she continued to keep her eyes closed as she twisted, jumped, rolled, flipped, and whirled from one end to another. She didn’t plan ahead, just did whatever came to mind at that moment. It was exhilarating, but the restlessness remained. She would need to go faster to work it out of her system.
The next song started, her favorite, and she let the driving beat echo in her mind. This time, she held nothing back.
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Whoo... whoo... whoo...
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo, baby, ooo...
Said ooo
And the days go by...
Like a strand in the wind...
In the web that is my own...
I begin again
Said to my friend, baby...
Nothin' else mattered
He was no more... than a baby then
Well he... seemed broken hearted...
Something within him
But the moment... that I first laid...
Eyes... on... him... all alone...
On the edge of...
Seventeen
She moved so fast it made her mind spin to simply keep up with her body, so she just let go. All thoughts, all feelings were banished from her mind. It shut down and she just moved. All that existed was the music and her movement. She writhed her body in ways that put acrobats and gymnasts to shame. The song carried her away, off into the night.
Nothing else mattered. Not her birthday, not her destiny, not her friends, not her father, nothing. She just was right here, right now, moving and numb. She just was... And that was all that mattered.
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Whoo... whoo... whoo...
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo, baby, ooo...
Said ooo
Well, I hear you in the morning...
And I hear you...
At nightfall...
Sometimes to be near you...
Is to be unable... to hear you...
My love...
I'm a few years older than you...
My love
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo, baby... ooo...
Said ooo
As her world shattered into silence, she fell to her knees, her breathing labored and shaky. Her body ached, but her mind was clear. There was nothing but numbness, and it felt so good...
Usually, Raven would meditate to alleviate her mind.
Usually.
But this time, she just enjoyed the silence.
This will only appear on http://www.mediaminer.org and my website (at a later date), http://www.freewebs.com/bluemoonfantasy. For me anyhow; if you want to archive it, or any of my stories for that matter, be my guest, I don’t mind.
As always, review and/or flame. I love the former and don’t mind the latter.
Enjoy.
----
Usually when Raven wanted to clear her mind, she would meditate. Float about the ground, or the roof, or her bed, and chant her mantra, focusing in on those words and for all intents and purposes, spacing out.
Usually, Beast Boy or sometimes Cyborg or Starfire would interrupt her meditation. She would snap at them-- or in the case of Beast Boy, use her powers to drop him from the ceiling-- then move elsewhere to continue.
Usually, the repetitiveness of her mantra would eventually calm her mind and her emotions, and she could move on through the day and night with only the aid of her herbal tea.
Usually.
Tonight, however, there was a restlessness in her that meditation couldn’t calm, couldn’t soothe; an ache that was strange to her, but not completely foreign. Times like these called for a different kind of spacing out, one that no one knew she did or could even fathom the thought of her doing.
She dressed differently for this. No uniform, no cloak... Instead, she wore a sweatshirt that had been cut into a half-tank and pajama bottoms that had been cut off into shorts. This was her other uniform; the one that suited these times.
Her hair was pulled up and tied tightly into a French braid that would leave her hair wavy come morning, but she didn’t care; questions wouldn’t be asked. They never were anymore.
Off from the training room there was a small, empty room that was, in her opinion, perfect. It was shaped like a rectangle, and was perhaps the size of a large living room or den. The floor was durable paneled wood, which could take quite a beating and still be shining. The two long walls had floor-to-ceiling mirrors their entire lengths, which she had placed in there herself, as well as a bar for stretching across the one short wall. The lights were dim, casting a soft glow over everything.
It was here that she released that restlessness in the early hours of the morning. She would bring her player and her favorite CD. It would be safer to use headphones, but she liked the way the bass vibrated the floor and the music seemed to flood the room. She placed towels around the door to soundproof it as well as she could.
She stretched, then programmed her player. One song for warm up, one for working out, then another for the finalé, which was incidentally her favorite song. She moved to the center of the room and waited as the music began flowing from the speakers....
Is love so fragile...
And the heart so hollow
Shatter with words...
Impossible to follow
You're saying I'm fragile... I try not to be
I search only... for something I can't see
I have my own life... and I am stronger
Than you know
But I carry this feeling
When you walked into my house
That you won't be walking out the door
Still I carry this feeling
When you walked into my house
That you won't be walking out the door
She focused on the song, its music and words, and began. She started out slowly, with only a few easy moves, then gradually worked her way up. She stumbled a few times; it had been awhile since she had done this. Even so, she didn’t let herself think on it, she just kept going.
Her muscles felt slightly strained. She hadn’t physically trained in some time, focusing mostly on her powers during Robin’s intensive training. It felt good, though, working out the kinks. She closed her eyes and began moving a bit faster as the song ended and the next one began.
There are days when I swear I could fly like an eagle
And dark desperate hours that nobody sees
My arms stretched triumphant on top of the mountain
My head in my hands... down on my knees
Sometimes it's a bitch... sometimes it's a breeze
Sometimes love's blind... and sometimes it sees
Sometimes it's roses... and sometimes it's weeds
Sometimes it's a bitch... sometimes it's a breeze
She continued to increase her pace, working her body into a frenzy and her mind into a peaceful numbness. Thoughts passed easily through her mind, she didn’t stop them nor pay attention to them. Things she couldn’t normally allow to the surface passed through in a river of emotion, yet she felt nothing...
"Hey, Rae, you’re not going to hide in your room all day, are you?"
"Titans, go!"
"Oh, no, you’re not going to blow up my car now, are you? It was an accident!"
"Please, friend, would you go with us to the mall of shopping?"
She was beginning to breathe a little heavier now. She paused a moment to take a quick breath, but afterwards doubled her pace. She trusted her senses to not allow her to run into any of the walls, so she continued to keep her eyes closed as she twisted, jumped, rolled, flipped, and whirled from one end to another. She didn’t plan ahead, just did whatever came to mind at that moment. It was exhilarating, but the restlessness remained. She would need to go faster to work it out of her system.
The next song started, her favorite, and she let the driving beat echo in her mind. This time, she held nothing back.
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Whoo... whoo... whoo...
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo, baby, ooo...
Said ooo
And the days go by...
Like a strand in the wind...
In the web that is my own...
I begin again
Said to my friend, baby...
Nothin' else mattered
He was no more... than a baby then
Well he... seemed broken hearted...
Something within him
But the moment... that I first laid...
Eyes... on... him... all alone...
On the edge of...
Seventeen
She moved so fast it made her mind spin to simply keep up with her body, so she just let go. All thoughts, all feelings were banished from her mind. It shut down and she just moved. All that existed was the music and her movement. She writhed her body in ways that put acrobats and gymnasts to shame. The song carried her away, off into the night.
Nothing else mattered. Not her birthday, not her destiny, not her friends, not her father, nothing. She just was right here, right now, moving and numb. She just was... And that was all that mattered.
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Whoo... whoo... whoo...
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo, baby, ooo...
Said ooo
Well, I hear you in the morning...
And I hear you...
At nightfall...
Sometimes to be near you...
Is to be unable... to hear you...
My love...
I'm a few years older than you...
My love
Just like the white winged dove...
Sings a song...
Sounds like she's singing...
Ooo, baby... ooo...
Said ooo
As her world shattered into silence, she fell to her knees, her breathing labored and shaky. Her body ached, but her mind was clear. There was nothing but numbness, and it felt so good...
Usually, Raven would meditate to alleviate her mind.
Usually.
But this time, she just enjoyed the silence.