I do not own Teen Titans or anything that belongs to Teen Titans. This is a Beast Boy centric story and there will be a lot of BB rayray fluffiness.
JaxCool: Welcome back everyone, this is my second story and I'm still a noob- at least to my standards.
Beast Boy: Just get to the story, dude. I want to see her again- things are finally starting to go my way!
JaxCool: Beast Boy, you may be one of my favorite characters but that doesn't give you the right to interrupt me. or I will come over there and slap you so hard you won't wake up until the Raven has already broken up with you.
Beast Boy: You wouldn't...!
JaxCool: What makes you think I won't? You know what- I don't want to hear your response, just be quiet and let me finish what I was saying. Then we can start the story, okay?
Beast Boy: Okay
Jaxcool: Well as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, this may or may not be a very good story... but I'm trying! Please PM me or comment- I need some feedback to keep running on, just like last time. You want me to continue I got to hear some comments or suggestions. But anyway on to the story--
Beast Boy woke up and he knew that today would be a good day because he was finally going to tell a certain pale skinned beauty that he was in love with her. First he would have to work up the courage to do so, as just looking at her made his knees weak and a certain lower organ stand at attention. He was tempted to relieve some stress in his lower regions but settled for a quick shower instead.
(JaxCool :No this is not a masterbation scene, but if get enough reviews I might be persuaded to make one ; )lolz)
He took off his shirt and studied himself in the mirror. He was skinny, but reasonably buff, with scars running across his body like ripples in a lake. He thought of himself as sexy, but not overly so. He yearned to better himself, but he knew that this was as good as it was going to get. He wished he didn't have so many scars, but he knew they represented his motto that you learned to live with it. He would never stop feeling the whips and the scars on his body for the time watching his parents died on his heart the human burn that the past is the past and you can never change that But I'm not going to think about that now life is what you make it and I decided to make mine better I may have been whipped for years and I may I watch my parents die but I've learned to deal with it because it's not my fault it will never be my fault that I got whipped I may have been able to save my parents but what if I didn't but if I died to
five minutes later
He jumped out of the shower. "I can do this, I am a good man." He hurried to put on his clothes, but as he checked the clock he realized it was only 6:00am. He had a pretty good chance of meeting Raven alone at that hour, so he charged out of his room before quickly realizing that he wasn't wearing any pants. He darted back in "Dammit... Stop thinking about Raven, and start thinking about looking decent!" After hurriedly putting pants on, he left his room again, making sure he was wearing everything. As made his way the main room, he realized no one was there. He decided to make himself some breakfast in the meantime.
He thought a good icebreaker might be to make Raven some tea so he brews her favorite, waiting a couple minutes for it to steep. He thought it was odd she was still not up by this hour, so he thought it might be a good idea to check on her. He made his way to her room. Hearing muffled noises, he knocked out the door. When he didn't get an answer, he became scared "I don't know what's happening in there, but Raven almost never ignores me!" so he banged on the door- she still didn't answer. "Now I'm really scared.." so he busted the door down to see reason Raven had not responded- but saw her meditating. He thought everything was okay until he looked closer and realized that there's something different about her. Raven's clothes were torn to shreds, and the room was a mess. He dashed over to her and she finally opened her eyes. To his surprise, they were not the same sapphire eyes he adored, but blood-red eyes stared back at him. "No," he whispered softly, " it can't be RAVEN... no this wasn't Raven this ...this monster took Raven from me!" I felt the anger flow through me, my body changing, becoming hardier, stronger, and taller. I was becoming the beast...!
Well that was intense! If you want more you're going to have to message me if I had a thousand reviews I might be persuaded to keep writing... what? Ha ha evil laugh- tell me if you want the beast!
