gladdecease
Master Coordinator
Title: Sunrise, Sunset
Author: gladdecease
Category: Teen Titans. [TV show]
Fiction Rating: It varies per chapter...at worst, a T [PG-13]. This one's a K [G].
Genre: Action/Adventure; possible romance?
Summary: One shots focused around above-mentioned times in the day. Will show the characters developing over time, as they changed in the show. 1: There was a place. Not all that noticeable or fancy or important; just a place...
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Just a few random notes...
If you'd like to read the original [it gets updated more often...], go here.
I'd like to thank DM13 for pushing me to decide to post this here. Therefore, he also is to blame if this goes in the toilet. Live with it, mi amigo. ;P
Though it may be delaying the inevitable next chapter of my longer stories, I don't care much at the moment.
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This will be a collection of one shots dealing with watching a sunrise or sunset. They might be mildly linked, almost showing the travel of time and the changes in the characters.
Why sunsets and sunrises, you ask? Well, I’ve come to notice that points in many episodes involve a sunrise or sunset. It gives the scene a good feeling, and I want to attempt to recreate that.
I’ll start off with a rather introductory one shot, and we’ll see how it goes from there, okay? Enjoy.
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There was a place. Not all that noticeable, or fancy, or important; just a place, where someone could sit down and relax, or think about things. The place was on a small island, in the middle of a Bay, next to a large city. At the moment, five people lived on that island; two were outside. One stood on a corner of the rooftop, watching the sun set and thinking about her newfound life among her newfound friends. The other was seated, legs crossed, on a flat rock next to the stony shore, watching the waves lap up towards her feet. The waves were constantly changing from the deep blue of the water to the orange of the reflected sun to an almost invisible shade and back to azure, allowing the cloaked girl to see the sand beneath the water only briefly before vanishing into darkness. She chuckled, realizing how ironically alike she was to this water.
These girls were the only females on the island; they were quite comfortable, however, with the arrangements, as the boys were all their friends, so to speak. The redhead on the rooftop was especially fond of the black haired member of the group, who had been her first friend on this planet. The redhead, you see, was not from this world; she was an alien, come from a far area of the galaxy, a place beyond our solar system, to learn about other cultures and become stronger, better, and wiser in general. She was meant to be a great power on her homeworld; Empress, at some far off point in the future. The aforementioned male teen was learned in many of the martial arts, and also helped to train the green-eyed alien in the ways of Earthen culture.
As for our cloaked friend, she favored none among the group. While the martial artist was one she could get along with, he was far too serious most of the time. The girl carried with her secrets in too great a number, and on too dangerous a topic, to be discussed with him, even just to get it off her own chest. The alien was far too talkative and emotional to understand what the cloak wearer went through each day to keep from destroying them all. In fact, she was almost a polar opposite of the cloaked girl, for where the alien was strong, the cloak-wearer was weak, and vice-versa.
As for the two previously unnamed members of the group, neither girl truly favored them. That was all right for these teens, as they found enough companionship between each other to satisfy their hunger for friendship. At least, at most times; the purple-eyed girl sometimes found the green-skinned boy clambering to please her in some way, and to find a way to make her his friend. The dark-haired girl was not amused by his advances, instead finding the green boy intolerable and just plain annoying [she was almost certain he was faking, anyway]. The alien openly welcomed such friendship; she thrived on it, in fact.
The other male teen, most likely the oldest of them all, had suffered a great loss while enjoying a normal life. He had lost his mother, his past life, and the will to keep his past name. He had gained from this loss the ability to live with four friends, and to help them in their duty for the Californian city they lived by. Sometimes, however, these gains weren’t enough, and he longed for more. At such times, he resorted to playing video games or building himself a car from old parts, like a normal teen would. The cloaked one did not see much of notice in this male, other than those of a normal person (for she could sense things one might not normally notice). The alien enjoyed having this ‘bionic man’ as her companion, and she hoped to live with such friends for the rest of her life.
At the moment, “the rest of one’s life” did not seem horribly long for any of these teens, for they had a rather dangerous mission in life. The mission was thus: to protect the lives of the inhabitants of the city. This would be a difficult task for any normal adult, but these teens were far from normal: the martial artist had been trained by a famous vigilante since he was a young child; the ‘bionic man’ was “equipped” with many weapons and defensive armors to use in fighting crime; the alien had been tortured (along with her older sister) until she had developed powers whose source stemmed from the torment; the green-skinned one was once a normal human before a genetically altering medical treatment (used to save his life as a small child) left him dyed green and able to transform into any animal; the cloak-wearer had been born with powers which thrived on emotional output, and could use the power in spells and other magical ways as forms of offense and defense.
With people and creatures out in the world determined to destroy all the teens fought for, living on from day to day was not a simple task, and they struggled to develop as normal teenagers through all their battles.
At the moment, the martial artist was struggling with an obsession with a current enemy, who far outmatched his skills and cunning. The alien worried for her friend, though there was little she could do to help him. The sorceress was also concerned, though she was unable to show it. Also, she had found slight difficulty in controlling her power as of late, though she tried and tried to concentrate on keeping her emotions locked up until they were needed.
The sorceress slowly rose off the ground, chanting a mantra as she lost herself in meditation. She had been taught all her life that this type of exercise would help her to control both her power and calm her soul. It did both of these things, and also continued to blatantly separate her from the others. She sighed at this thought, sinking once again to the ground. The dark-haired girl looked sadly at the water again, the colors slightly darker than before, but otherwise the same. The one way she was different from the ocean and the tide; it was a great mass of water molecules working together to create something great. She, on the other hand, was alone, and would be alone for the rest of her life. A sad task, but one that must be done, if only to protect the rest of the world from herself. The sorceress stood, turning to leave the spot and the thoughts behind.
She squinted into the sunset. The sun was all but gone, as would soon be her time among people who she…almost…trusted. Noticing the girl on the roof, the sorceress concentrated and levitated up to the roof.
The alien was lost in her thoughts, which were many and vast in their topic. She hoped the martial artist would surpass (and eventually defeat) this current foe. She wondered who would win the next day’s fight of the games of video. She was anxious to learn more of this world’s languages and cultures. She longed for answers to questions she had been left with when she left home. The sorceress landed gently, her cloak fluttering behind her.
“You think we should head inside?” She asked flatly. The alien jumped up quickly, turning around in mid-air to see who had spoken to her, though she recognized the voice.
“Oh! I am sorry for not seeing you there earlier, friend. Yes, I believe it is time we “strike the straw”.” She smiled, glad to have mastered yet another common Earth phrase. The sorceress sighed.
“That’s “hit the hay”.” The alien giggled, slightly embarrassed.
“Forgive me for my error, friend. I shall try better next time, yes?” The sorceress sighed again.
“Sure. Let’s go.” The alien nodded.
“Agreed.” The two girls opened a hatch door at one end of the roof and floated down the stairs, leaving the roof and the rest of the island deserted. The sun finally set, and the moon began to rise on a city of few night-lights. The people knew they could sleep safe, for they had five teenagers ready and waiting to awaken and come to their aid at any moment.
The strangely full moon created slight shadows, which created a shadow of the city’s skyscrapers on the bay. However, no shadow stood out more than that of a large, elongated letter ‘T,’ which stretched across the bay and ended at the closest part of the city. This letter ‘T’ was not an illusion created by a building in front of a construction crane, or some form of odd statue or mountain; no, it was the actual shape of the only building on the small island in the bay at the edge of a city in America. The building was a symbol of more than just attention (“Look at the giant ‘T’ in the bay! Isn’t it weird?”), but of an organization. An organization of five teenage crime fighters, superheroes and superheroines in their own right:
Robin, once student of Batman, and martial artist to rival most adults;
Cyborg, the combination of high school football quarterback and superior mechanical craftsmanship;
Beast Boy, the changeling and happy-go-lucky video-gaming, TV, and computer geek;
Starfire, the Tameranean princess with the power of solar energy concentrated in either hand and in her spirit;
Raven, the spell casting and completely unemotional dark-girl.
Together, these adolescents were known as the Teen Titans.
So, there was a place. Maybe a bit noticeable, slightly fancy, and kind of important. However, that didn’t stop it from being a place, where someone could sit down and relax, or think about things. It was a place where someone who was supposed to worry about the safety of others could be a little selfish and think of himself or herself, and of his or her personal life. There, you could worry about your life, and not feel guilty.
“There” was on an island in a bay just outside Jump City.
“There” was Titans Tower.
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And there you have it. Enjoy…and please review.
Many thanks,
gladdecease
Author: gladdecease
Category: Teen Titans. [TV show]
Fiction Rating: It varies per chapter...at worst, a T [PG-13]. This one's a K [G].
Genre: Action/Adventure; possible romance?
Summary: One shots focused around above-mentioned times in the day. Will show the characters developing over time, as they changed in the show. 1: There was a place. Not all that noticeable or fancy or important; just a place...
---
Just a few random notes...
If you'd like to read the original [it gets updated more often...], go here.
I'd like to thank DM13 for pushing me to decide to post this here. Therefore, he also is to blame if this goes in the toilet. Live with it, mi amigo. ;P
Though it may be delaying the inevitable next chapter of my longer stories, I don't care much at the moment.
---
This will be a collection of one shots dealing with watching a sunrise or sunset. They might be mildly linked, almost showing the travel of time and the changes in the characters.
Why sunsets and sunrises, you ask? Well, I’ve come to notice that points in many episodes involve a sunrise or sunset. It gives the scene a good feeling, and I want to attempt to recreate that.
I’ll start off with a rather introductory one shot, and we’ll see how it goes from there, okay? Enjoy.
---
There was a place. Not all that noticeable, or fancy, or important; just a place, where someone could sit down and relax, or think about things. The place was on a small island, in the middle of a Bay, next to a large city. At the moment, five people lived on that island; two were outside. One stood on a corner of the rooftop, watching the sun set and thinking about her newfound life among her newfound friends. The other was seated, legs crossed, on a flat rock next to the stony shore, watching the waves lap up towards her feet. The waves were constantly changing from the deep blue of the water to the orange of the reflected sun to an almost invisible shade and back to azure, allowing the cloaked girl to see the sand beneath the water only briefly before vanishing into darkness. She chuckled, realizing how ironically alike she was to this water.
These girls were the only females on the island; they were quite comfortable, however, with the arrangements, as the boys were all their friends, so to speak. The redhead on the rooftop was especially fond of the black haired member of the group, who had been her first friend on this planet. The redhead, you see, was not from this world; she was an alien, come from a far area of the galaxy, a place beyond our solar system, to learn about other cultures and become stronger, better, and wiser in general. She was meant to be a great power on her homeworld; Empress, at some far off point in the future. The aforementioned male teen was learned in many of the martial arts, and also helped to train the green-eyed alien in the ways of Earthen culture.
As for our cloaked friend, she favored none among the group. While the martial artist was one she could get along with, he was far too serious most of the time. The girl carried with her secrets in too great a number, and on too dangerous a topic, to be discussed with him, even just to get it off her own chest. The alien was far too talkative and emotional to understand what the cloak wearer went through each day to keep from destroying them all. In fact, she was almost a polar opposite of the cloaked girl, for where the alien was strong, the cloak-wearer was weak, and vice-versa.
As for the two previously unnamed members of the group, neither girl truly favored them. That was all right for these teens, as they found enough companionship between each other to satisfy their hunger for friendship. At least, at most times; the purple-eyed girl sometimes found the green-skinned boy clambering to please her in some way, and to find a way to make her his friend. The dark-haired girl was not amused by his advances, instead finding the green boy intolerable and just plain annoying [she was almost certain he was faking, anyway]. The alien openly welcomed such friendship; she thrived on it, in fact.
The other male teen, most likely the oldest of them all, had suffered a great loss while enjoying a normal life. He had lost his mother, his past life, and the will to keep his past name. He had gained from this loss the ability to live with four friends, and to help them in their duty for the Californian city they lived by. Sometimes, however, these gains weren’t enough, and he longed for more. At such times, he resorted to playing video games or building himself a car from old parts, like a normal teen would. The cloaked one did not see much of notice in this male, other than those of a normal person (for she could sense things one might not normally notice). The alien enjoyed having this ‘bionic man’ as her companion, and she hoped to live with such friends for the rest of her life.
At the moment, “the rest of one’s life” did not seem horribly long for any of these teens, for they had a rather dangerous mission in life. The mission was thus: to protect the lives of the inhabitants of the city. This would be a difficult task for any normal adult, but these teens were far from normal: the martial artist had been trained by a famous vigilante since he was a young child; the ‘bionic man’ was “equipped” with many weapons and defensive armors to use in fighting crime; the alien had been tortured (along with her older sister) until she had developed powers whose source stemmed from the torment; the green-skinned one was once a normal human before a genetically altering medical treatment (used to save his life as a small child) left him dyed green and able to transform into any animal; the cloak-wearer had been born with powers which thrived on emotional output, and could use the power in spells and other magical ways as forms of offense and defense.
With people and creatures out in the world determined to destroy all the teens fought for, living on from day to day was not a simple task, and they struggled to develop as normal teenagers through all their battles.
At the moment, the martial artist was struggling with an obsession with a current enemy, who far outmatched his skills and cunning. The alien worried for her friend, though there was little she could do to help him. The sorceress was also concerned, though she was unable to show it. Also, she had found slight difficulty in controlling her power as of late, though she tried and tried to concentrate on keeping her emotions locked up until they were needed.
The sorceress slowly rose off the ground, chanting a mantra as she lost herself in meditation. She had been taught all her life that this type of exercise would help her to control both her power and calm her soul. It did both of these things, and also continued to blatantly separate her from the others. She sighed at this thought, sinking once again to the ground. The dark-haired girl looked sadly at the water again, the colors slightly darker than before, but otherwise the same. The one way she was different from the ocean and the tide; it was a great mass of water molecules working together to create something great. She, on the other hand, was alone, and would be alone for the rest of her life. A sad task, but one that must be done, if only to protect the rest of the world from herself. The sorceress stood, turning to leave the spot and the thoughts behind.
She squinted into the sunset. The sun was all but gone, as would soon be her time among people who she…almost…trusted. Noticing the girl on the roof, the sorceress concentrated and levitated up to the roof.
The alien was lost in her thoughts, which were many and vast in their topic. She hoped the martial artist would surpass (and eventually defeat) this current foe. She wondered who would win the next day’s fight of the games of video. She was anxious to learn more of this world’s languages and cultures. She longed for answers to questions she had been left with when she left home. The sorceress landed gently, her cloak fluttering behind her.
“You think we should head inside?” She asked flatly. The alien jumped up quickly, turning around in mid-air to see who had spoken to her, though she recognized the voice.
“Oh! I am sorry for not seeing you there earlier, friend. Yes, I believe it is time we “strike the straw”.” She smiled, glad to have mastered yet another common Earth phrase. The sorceress sighed.
“That’s “hit the hay”.” The alien giggled, slightly embarrassed.
“Forgive me for my error, friend. I shall try better next time, yes?” The sorceress sighed again.
“Sure. Let’s go.” The alien nodded.
“Agreed.” The two girls opened a hatch door at one end of the roof and floated down the stairs, leaving the roof and the rest of the island deserted. The sun finally set, and the moon began to rise on a city of few night-lights. The people knew they could sleep safe, for they had five teenagers ready and waiting to awaken and come to their aid at any moment.
The strangely full moon created slight shadows, which created a shadow of the city’s skyscrapers on the bay. However, no shadow stood out more than that of a large, elongated letter ‘T,’ which stretched across the bay and ended at the closest part of the city. This letter ‘T’ was not an illusion created by a building in front of a construction crane, or some form of odd statue or mountain; no, it was the actual shape of the only building on the small island in the bay at the edge of a city in America. The building was a symbol of more than just attention (“Look at the giant ‘T’ in the bay! Isn’t it weird?”), but of an organization. An organization of five teenage crime fighters, superheroes and superheroines in their own right:
Robin, once student of Batman, and martial artist to rival most adults;
Cyborg, the combination of high school football quarterback and superior mechanical craftsmanship;
Beast Boy, the changeling and happy-go-lucky video-gaming, TV, and computer geek;
Starfire, the Tameranean princess with the power of solar energy concentrated in either hand and in her spirit;
Raven, the spell casting and completely unemotional dark-girl.
Together, these adolescents were known as the Teen Titans.
So, there was a place. Maybe a bit noticeable, slightly fancy, and kind of important. However, that didn’t stop it from being a place, where someone could sit down and relax, or think about things. It was a place where someone who was supposed to worry about the safety of others could be a little selfish and think of himself or herself, and of his or her personal life. There, you could worry about your life, and not feel guilty.
“There” was on an island in a bay just outside Jump City.
“There” was Titans Tower.
---
And there you have it. Enjoy…and please review.
Many thanks,
gladdecease