I know what you're thinking, this is just another piece of d-grade drivel dedicated to putrifying the good name of Fanfiction and ruining the unblemished image of RobStar with revoltingly cheesy dialogue and descriptions that could make a nun erupt into flames.
Well, er, your assumption may possibly be true but hey, you'll never know until you try :) I'm perfectly aware this storyline has been overused, cut up and shredded to pieces a billion, billion times but couldn't that possibly be attributed to the fact that it's a good storyline...?
I'm kidding!!! You should have seen your face; priceless. The truth is I'm a reincarnated sloth and would rather throw myself off a cliff than spend more than five minutes pondering over an original plot. So if you hate 'Secrets', blame it on my inner sloth, it's too lazy to care anyway.
Basic rundown: After an abrupt move to Jump City with her family, Kori (a.k.a our favourite alien warrior princess) starts at Jump City High and wastes very little time getting acquainted with her fellow students. She builds a particularly strong friendship with Richard (a.k.a the man of my dreams) and in no time, rumours are flying that they're more than just good friends. But something is amiss, everytime Kori seems to be getting closer to anyone, she panics and runs. What exactly is she hiding from her past?
Parings: Kori/Richard, Rachel/Garfield, Karen/Victor, Jen/Wally, Toni/Xavier, Roy/Jade
Just as an extra, in the upcoming chapters some special events that will occur are: a trip to the beach, a game of spin the bottle (XD, couldn't help myself), a themed dance and more. Basically all the cliche things that make us gag. Reviewers will be strongly appreciated and if anyone asks, I'll most certainly update :D So, finally, enjoy!!
Comic book names:
Robin: Richard grayson
Starfire: Kori Anders
Beastboy: Garfield Logan
Raven: Rachel Roth
Cyborg: Victor stone
Speedy: Roy Harper
Aqualad: Garth
Bumblebee: Karen Beecher
Kidflash: Wally West
Argent: Toni Monetti
Chesire: Jade Nguyen
Jericho: Joe Wilson
Terra: Tara Markov
Arella: Angela Roth
Madame Rouge: Ms. De Mille
Slade: Mr. Wilson
My names:
Red X: Xavier Red
Kitten: Kitten Moth
Jinx: Jennifer Johnson
Blackfire: Kim Anders
Trigon: Tristen Roth
Secrets.
Everyone has them.
Dynamic youths, frail elders, beneficent nuns, malevolent, soul-stealing politicians; whoever.
No matter what kind of person you are, there will always be secrets lingering in the shadowed corners of your mind, hovering on the periphery of each thought like hostile reminders of less agreeable periods of your life.
Sometimes such secrets are merely an inferior blemish on the face of a perfect life, effortless to conceal and entirely bearable. Other times, the secrets are like colossal, rampaging beasts, tearing away at your sanity until one day, you just fall apart.
Kori Anders is no exception to this rule, not in the slightest. Her secrets are the kind that keep you up at night, blurring your reality and distorting your perceptions until your nightmares are an actuality. The kind that weigh you down and slowly destroy you from the inside out, impossible to tolerate alone without serious repercussions, like losing your mind.
Perhaps this was why Kori was so eager to begin at her new school, to find new friends and busy herself in academic studies. After all, friends can always be relied upon to bring the smile back to your face, reducing life's hardships to frivolous trivialities of teenage angst; and that's exactly what Kori needed, what she craved; to be distracted. To be deterred from the past secrets which overcame her, smothering her in their horror. Perhaps then, if those memories were pushed aside for long enough, they would be forgotten, left to rot in a place no longer accessible. Compelled by that though alone, Kori was determined to move on, to make a new life in Jump City, leaving her horrifying past far, far behind.
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Pearly, ivory clouds embellished the rousing morning sky like rotund, china ornaments, occasionally grazing the drowsy sun who was blinding in contrast to it's eternal backgroud, the jewelled cerulean sky. A superficial breeze danced along the shoreline, whispering sweet nothings to those caught in it's path and teasing the slender branches of disinclined trees, eventually forcing them into a playful mood.
Such tranquil weather didn't often grace the dense, verdant forests of Mauritius, where Kori had previously resided with her family in a beautiful country house nestled amongst the trees, concealed from the wolfish eyes of the paparazzi. It wasn't that the weather in Tamarin was unfavourable, not at all, it just didn't achieve this level of serenity often and Kori took the placid weather as a promising omen, observing it with the utmost optimism.
Tilting her head up toward the vivid sky she let her eyelids flutter close and inhaled deeply, attempting to absorb as much composure and good feeling as possible. Feeling the breeze graze her hip, urging her forward, she exhaled and felt determination surge through her veins. This was going to work.
Slipping into the opposing building looming before her with one last mournful look at the consolatory sights outside, Kori didn't take long to locate the reception office, greeted by an amicable secretary.
"Hi there hun, I take it you're the new girl, Kori Anders?" she asked with a warm smile, knowing first days were always a struggle for new students. Nodding, Kori smiled sweetly and grasped the papers the woman slid over the counter and opened her mouth to speak when she was beat to the post.
"If it's not too intrusive, darl, may I ask whether your hair colour is natural? It's simply gorgeous. And your eyes! I had no idea you'd be so exotic - take my word for it, ther'll be hundreds of boys swarming around you by lunch," she chuckled with a girlish wink, obviously intending to make Kori feel better but seemingly achieving the opposite effect to what she intended.
"Thank you, it is natural, but I do not wish to be the centre of attention, merely to blend in," she murmured with a blank smile before glancing at the map she'd received and turning away. Raising her eyebrows, the secretary just shrugged and turned back to her obsolete computer, secretively clicking up a game of pinball.
Navigating her way through various corridors laid with tasteless linoleum squares, Kori pondered over the receptionist's words, hoping that she had grossly over exaggerated. Wandering past an insipid wooden door, she glanced at it briefly and halted in her tracks when she saw the tarnished metal figures depicting '12Jn', recognising the term from her schedule. This was it, her form class.
Biting her lip anxiously, Kori ran her slender, amber fingers through the lustrous ripples of her hair and inhaled shakily. It was imperative that she made a good impression on her first day, she just had too. Fixing a large smile on her face, she wrapped her hand around the sullied doorknob, paused then turned it and pushed.
Then, an abrupt shriek resonating within the classroom, Kori felt the door make contact with a solid object. Assuming a horrified expression, she rushed inside to see her new teacher splayed out on the floor.
Oh no.
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"Dude! Even you've grown! That is so unfair!" Garfield scowled, his muddy brown hair tousled and unruly, coiling lightly at the ends and just begging to be ruffled.
In response to his now minute friend's surliness, Richard simply grinned modestly. He too was still accustoming to his newfound height, as well as his startled friends.
"Unfair that everyone else has had a growth spurt or unfair that there are five year old girls taller than you?" Garth inquired snidely, causing a ripple of sniggers to resonate from the small crowd gathered around Richard.
Having just returned from Gotham where he'd spent the entirety of his Summer holidays with the illustrious Bruce Wayne, his caregiver, everyone was somewhat desperate to get a piece of Richard.
Not that he objected all that much, considering he'd been precluded from the outside wall and forced into training in various martial arts for no apparent reason, leaving him exhausted and indescribably hungry for social interaction.
"Richard! What's up?!" Roy hollered, his arm raised and outlandish ginger hair flattened into submission.
"Hey Roy. You seen Victor and Rachel?" Richard smiled, high-fiving his militant friend half-heartedly. It wasn't that her disliked Roy, not at all, but over the years he'd developed some very competitive tendencies, particularly around Richard.
Then again, this was a slightly hypocritical analysis; Richard wasn't exactly a good loser, half of Roy's ebulliance concerning competitions was in all probability his fault.
As if tuned into Richard's words, Rachel and Victor slid into view, Victor surreptitiously aiming a rubber band at Garfield's head who was yet to detect their presence. With a hesitant smile, Rachel secured Richard in an affectionate hug; ever since her parent's messy divorce she and Richard had developed a significantly closer relatioship.
Sneaking a furtive look at Garfield - now perfectly aware of his friends' presence, an angry red smudge impacted into his cheek by a particular rubber band - Richard was amused to see a slightly nettled expression adorning his angular face.
Pushing Richard away, Rachel inspected him closely with striking ultramarine eyes which constantly altered colours to accomodate her various moods of displeasure.
There had been a time when Richard thought there might be something more between him and Rachel, something stronger than friendship; she had leaned heavily upon him during her father's return, but eventually he'd come to realise his feelings for her was nothing more than brotherly affection. They still shared an exceptionally sound bond, which Richard was beginning to see as progressively more irritating to Garfield.
"You've gotten thin," she commented drily, folding a stray strand of glossy indigo hair behind her ear.
"Not thin, fit," Richard grinned, flexing his arm facetiously before realising an impressively generous portion of girls in the class were looking at him with relish, giggling and casting him some very forward looks.
"Am I the only female in this God awful establishment who doesn't turn into a drooling idiot when you're around?" Rachel growled, shooting two particularly gaudy brunettes, who were flicking their hair so furiously that they looked in danger of whiplash, a wild glare.
"Hey! I resent that!" Karen exclaimed, making her way into the circle before flashing Victor a flirtatious smile.
"Yeah, but Karen, we all know why you're not gaga over Richard. Its cos' you got you've eye on-" slapping the back of Garfield's head savagely, Karen sent him into a juvenile sulk as he grumbled about 'just telling it how it is'. Grasping Karen's hand, Rachel proceeded to shake it warmly, congratulating her on a job well done.
"So what'd you guys get up to while I was stuck in Gotham?" Richard asked, gazing around at his friends with a querying smile.
"Me and Dad revamped my ride, its the sweetest car out on the road now," Victor grinned proudly, gesturing out the window to the parking lot, "I'll take you to the pizza parlour after school, it'll be the smoothest ride of your life, guaranteed."
"Yeah... well, I spent most of my vacation searching for a new bookstore. Plus, I joined a Latin class, I now speak fluently in six languages," Rachel offered, shrugging indifferently.
"Ooh! Can you do my Japanese homework then?" Garfield asked excitedly, smiling optimistically at a mirthless Rachel.
"No, but I can say this: Du bist ein Idiot."
"What? Is that like German or something? Sweet!" Completely oblivious to the insult Rachel had just laid at his feet, Garfield just winked at her and took a seat as the teacher came bustling in. For some reason, a small smile sprang to Rachel's lips before she blushed furiously and sat down, pretending not to see the others nudging one another childishly.
"O.K everybody, its great to see you but I could hear you from the carpark, so sit down and shut up," their tangibly harasssed teacher ordered, turning around to place her books on a chair.
Suddenly, the door whipped open and she liberated an abrupt scream as it hit her brutally in the hip. Staggering a few steps, she collapsed on her outstretched arm, papers flying everywhere.
Standing up abruptly, Richard was about to hasten to Ms. Johnson's aid when someone bolted through the doorway. Immediately his breath caught in his throat and he paused momentarily to fully take in the rewarding sight before him.
She was his age, maybe an inch or so shorter with the most amazing, vermilion hair that fell in glossy ripples to the small of her back, like a velvet cascade of fiery lava. Her skin was flawless, a luminous gold that radiated heat within the increasingly cool classroom - on any other girl, it would've looked entirely artificial - skin out of a bottle - but on her, it just fit.
She was clad in a formfitting, amethyst tank top and a dark denim mini that accented her beguiling curves, leading down to sparkly purple flats, her unthinkably long, toned legs on show for the delectation of everyone's gaze. A burnished metal band was wrapped around her right wrist, a gleaming jade set in it's center.
Peering out from under her long lashes were the most stunning eyes Richard had ever perceived, lambent malachite orbs ablaze with a strength and passion so intense that he felt overcome, lost in the glittering emerald abyss of her gaze. Something about her was so familiar, so intimate, yet there was nothing in his memory that indicated a previous meeting.
She was the most exotic person he had ever encountered, not to mention one of the most attractive, everything about her seemingly emanating the words: 'hot beyond all reason'. By the amount of wolf-whistling and high-fiving going on around the room, Richard could tell his classmates whole-heartedly agreed.
Shaking his head, he weaved his way through several inconveniently placed desks to reach Ms. Johnson who was currently propped up against the wall, rubbing her wrist while the new girl tried unsuccessfully to explain herself.
"I did not realise you were there! I am most apologetic - please do not hate me!" she garbled pleadingly before looking up. Catching Richard's eye she froze, an unusual expression replacing her initial, anxious frown. Cocking her head in obvious perplexity, a silken whorl of hair fell into her eye and Richard fought back the urge to brush it away. What was going on?
"If no-one's too busy could I get a hand?" the teacher disrupted their little moment with an irritated growl before a kindly student hauled her off to the nurse's. Before leaving she called back:
"Oh, Kori, just introduce yourself to the class and uh ... Richard! You can be Kori's designated 'buddy' for the day," she said with a somewhat wicked grin, no doubt having candidly observed the indiscreet sparks flying between them.
Blinking in surprise, Richard turned back to Kori who was biting her lip uneasily and studying the floor.
"Hey, are you OK?" he asked, genuinely concerned, lowering his head to try and catch her eye. Injuring your teacher on your first day couldn't exactly increase your mood beyond anything more than absolutely dismayed. Looking up, Kori gave a small nod and offered Richard a grateful smile when he extended a hand to help her to her feet.
Slipping her slender, amber hand into his, Kori felt a jolt of electricity pass through her fingers, sending a series of foreign shivers up her spine. Her iridescent eyes widening dazedly as she felt herself being drawn upward, trying desperately to make sense of the unfamiliar feelings coursing through her veins.
This boy - Richard, as her teacher had indicated beforehand - had sincerely taken her breath away. She knew nothing of him, save the fact that he was undoubtedly, er, pleasing in the looks department, yet their was such an atmosphere of good around him that Kori felt she knew him, inside and out.
"Yo! New girl! You gonna acquaint us with your sweet self or are we gonna have to shoot ole' Richie?" someone hollered brashly from the back of the room, followed by a symphony of snickers. Still clutching Richard's hand and gazing someone intimately into his eyes, Kori blinked in mild surprise and recalled that her teacher had requested she introduce herself. Detaching herself from Richard with regret, she stepped back and regarded the class with intelligible apprehension.
Managing to shoot her an encouraging smile before slipping into a nearby seat, Richard felt oddly nervous as he watched her survey the class. He'd known the people surrouding him for the good part of ten years and he knew that to an outsider, they could be sufficiently terrifying.
Clearing her throat, Kori flashed everyone a dazzling smile that briefly illuminated the room.
"Hello new friends! My name is Kori Anders and I have transferred here from a place called Tamarin, located in Mauritius. I have come here eager to learn and eager to please." She finished with a little curtsy. Seconds later the class erupted into raucous laughter.
"Did she just say shes eager to please? What a slut!"
"Hope shes eager to please me!"
"New friends? I think I'm going to barf." The only person not laughing was Richard. He'd hate to say but the way she talked was kind of cute, she was like a young school girl, sweet and innocent. But little school girls don't have those kinds of bodies, he inwardly snickered.
Woah! Where did that come from? Gathering himself together, Richard risked another look at the bronzed beauty ahead of him and was surprised to see her looking completely unabashed despite the less than friendly comments people were shooting at her.
Feeling a persistent tap on his shoulder, Richard swivelled around in irritation to see Rachel suppressing a smirk.
"Sorry to disrupt your little Kori-stare-athon but didn't Ms. Johnson ask you to look after her?"
A few seconds later Richard found himself ushering Kori over to the seat next to him, growling under his breath at the boy currently occupying it who quickly scampered to the back of his room.
"Sorry about some of the other guys in the class," he whispered under his breath as Aaron Orson made an obscene gesture with his hips, "to be honest with you, they're all idiots." Kori giggled and touched his arm gently.
"I wish to thank you Richard, for helping me, and also for being so...kind," she murmured in genuine apreciation, offering him a seraphic smile.
"Uh, don't mention it, just doing what the teacher ordered..." he couldn't help blushing at this point and swivelled around abruptly to take his seat. Richard Grayson did not blush. Smooth Richard, real smooth. Maybe next time you could just surreptitiously gouge your own eyes out. Anything is better than the pitiful performance you just executed. Idiot.
It was going to be an unquestionably long day.
(Just to let you know, the two brunettes flicking their hair madly at Richard was a tribute to Michelle and I, may our fangirly-ness live on!)