Hey guys, so I JUST finished Unbearable Pain, and it's like a weight off my shoulders, lemme tell ya! But before I do anything with the sequel that I've promised my readers, I really want to get back to my Desperate Acquaintances story; it got deleted because I had answered reviewers in it before they made it all illegal and whatnot and then I hadn't changed it before someone reported me.

But that's okay, because even though I had gotten a new computer and lost all my chapters, thereby forcing myself to start it all over, I didn't get nearly as discouraged as you might have thought :

I've resolved to make it way better than before, I've already written out the plotline for what I want to happen in the first twenty chapters : so I should be writing one chapter every couple of days, or so I hope, and posting them one or two days after I write them, (my writing's way better when I leave it for a couple days and then come back and read it again to change things around), and that also means that I should be updating sooner; yay!

But, anyway, I'm really excited about this story! So, without further ado;

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Teen Titans.

This story is dedicated to my dear old friend Cyd, aka, WolfBlackHayate, to whom I haven't talked in a very long time and who I miss terribly. And…I hope she reads this to KNOW that I dedicated it to her, haha.

The sun setting behind him elongated his shadow until it looked like a long-legged boy with a short, stubby torso. It reminded him of someone walking on stilts; and he had a brief flashback of a white and red striped tent and thousands of eager faces before he shook his head to clear the thought.

He couldn't allow himself to get sidetracked; it would take all the strength in his short little body to finish the task at hand. Frowning slightly, he picked up the pace a little as he walked down the driveway of the huge mansion he lived in.

It was a very beautiful place, really, Wayne Manor. Even in the rich, snooty neighborhood it stood out like a sore thumb. But sticking out wasn't hard for the mansion when its width alone was that of three houses that were themselves considered upscale and very large in the way of houses.

Both the front and backyards of the manor resembled small parks; walking by, you were just able to make out a garage that looked as if it could hold about 20 vehicles behind a magnificent marble fountain down which water that was always kept a turquoise-y blue color cascaded. There was never any grime or residue on the fountain, either; it always looked as if it was just installed yesterday. The sweeping willow trees and patches of green grass were always kept prim and neat. On the biggest and most spectacular of the numerous lawns, right in front of the fountain, rows and rows of bright red carnations spelt out the letters 'W' and 'M' intertwined, with yellow daisies outlining the edges of both letters. The driveway never held any traces of oil stains, and any fallen leaves and twigs were cleared away twice daily by the gardening staff.

This little piece of heaven, formerly known as Wayne Manor, was kept behind golden gates that were always shut; the only way of entrance was to be buzzed in from inside the house, and guards stationed inside of the gates were trained to stop any trespasser immediately. They had not yet failed.

Yes, Wayne Manor was a beautiful place to live, but even with all of the wondrous rooms it held, and countless servants there to wait on your every beck and call; it was easy for a young boy of 11 to get bored.

Richard Grayson, the adopted son of Bruce Wayne and heir to Wayne Enterprises was the only young person residing in Wayne Manor. In fact, he was basically the only young person to live in his neighborhood. It was very boring for him when he wasn't in school. His two best friends, Roy Harper and Garfield Logan had begun to make frequent visits, but in the summer they both went away on family vacations, and since Bruce was constantly on business meetings and trips, poor little Richard was left alone in the house with no one to entertain him.

Luckily for him, however, beginning last summer, the second most spectacular house in the neighborhood was occupied by a family of five with three kids, all around the same age as himself. This was not just any family, however, it was a royal family.

They came from a small island called Tameran in the region of the Bahamas that hardly anyone knew about. Mr. and Mrs. Anders were King and Queen; rulers of Tameran. They were both very nice people who had become acquainted with Bruce Wayne in a business deal, and had three children that Richard loved to play with during the summer.

The eldest was Koma Anders. She was only two years and a half years older than Richard, but she was often given the chore of looking after Richard and her two younger siblings as they went to the park to play or walked around the neighborhood on the warm summer evenings. She had long black hair and was very pretty. She was definitely a tomboy; she would often participate in 'swordfights' that Richard and Ryan had with sticks found on the ground or in the street. She was usually nice to Richard, sometimes she was a little too nice and it seemed like she had a crush on him, but other times she wasn't nice at all, and it often seemed as if she was jealous of her other siblings, especially her sister.

Ryan was the second oldest. He was about a year older than Richard, give or take a few months. He was quick-witted and loved to do anything that proved he was masculine. He didn't want to be king, however, and secretly hoped that his parents wouldn't choose him to take the throne, for in his country the throne wasn't given away simply because of gender or age; the King and Queen were allowed to evaluate their children and choose whomever they wished to succeed them in ruling the country. Two people besides Ryan knew of his guilty secret; and one was Richard. Ryan had blonde hair, and was very cute. With blonde hair and blue eyes, he certainly looked the part of the prince charming; he and Richard made quite a pair.

The youngest sibling was Korina Anders, Kory for short. Even though Ryan and Richard were close, Kory was by far Richard's favorite of the Anders. She was the most beautiful and exotic girl Richard had ever seen, and although he hadn't seen many women in the span of his 11 years on earth, he knew he had seen enough to know that she was the only girl he'd ever like as much as he liked her. She was tall for her age, about an inch and a half taller than Richard, (which he loathed), and she had beautiful, soft, flaming red hair that cascaded down her back in perfect curls. When she laughed, which happened to be often, the curls bounced and danced around her face like joyous flames. Due to the perfect tanning conditions on her island, she had a radiant orange-ish glow that could never be reached by any tanning salon or spray on tan product.

Kory was very easy to talk to. She had a certain charm about her that never failed to enchant anyone who met her. No one in their right minds could ever dislike Kory. Although she never was short with Koma as Koma often was with Kory, the differences between the two sisters seemed to have made them distant with each other. Or, Richard reasoned, it could just be Koma distancing herself from everyone around her like she usually did. Even Ryan wasn't that close to her; he much rather preferred Kory, and was very overprotective of her. (Kory was the other person that knew Ryan's dirty little secret).

But the thing Richard liked most about Kory, besides her laugh, her smile, her singsong voice, her skin, her hair, and her killer personality, was her eyes. They were a bright, ever-curious shade of emerald that could melt a heart in a moment. Every emotion she felt was displayed directly through her eyes, and Richard could always tell what was on her mind by looking into those green crystal orbs that seemed to call his name.

Sadly, he'd have to wait nine more months, the better part of a year, before he could hear them call him again. The royal family was leaving early the next morning, and young Richard was on his way to say good-bye to everyone. The family loved him, and he was always welcome at their urban palace. Dusk spread its arms about the sky when he finally reached the Anders residence. It, too, was a beautiful place that stood out from its surroundings.

Hidden behind rustic bronze gates, the Anders' summer mansion had a much more bucolic feel to it than the glamour that was Wayne Manor. Although the two places were exceedingly different, both were equally beautiful in their own ways. Once you got past the guards and the gates, in order to get to the house, you had to follow a path that led you through a many weeping willow trees, beautifully overgrown and eerily mesmerizing, over many ponds inhabited with frogs and fish, and through numerous patches of wildflowers. Although the yard was certainly overgrown and inhabited with countless species of flowers and trees and small creatures, it was anything but shabby. It too was clean, though not the scrubbed clean of Wayne Manor. Walking through the trees and shrubbery that hid the Victorian style house, you got the feeling that every leaf and twig had its special place in the yard. Nothing ever looked out of place or dirty. The ponds were never murky, the flowers never battered by weeds.

It was hauntingly perfect, strikingly handsome.

Although darkness was falling, the young boy was immediately granted admittance and knew the path by heart, and he reached the house in a matter of minutes. Walking up to the large oak front doors, he took a deep breath to steady himself and attempted to summon all the courage he had in his tiny body before using the large brass knocker to make his presence known.

After what seemed like the longest 15 seconds of his life, the main butler, Roderick, answered the door. As if he was expected, Richard was ushered in without a moment's hesitation, and Roderick turned to address him.

"Hello, Mr. Grayson; the royal family was expecting a farewell visit from you sometime tonight. Allow me to show you to master Ryan's room, although I daresay you know the way yourself by now…" The butler didn't smile, but Richard detected a certain twinkle in his eyes that told him the old butler wasn't at all unhappy to see him.

"Actually, I was wondering if I could see Kory first…" Richard glanced up to catch a surprised look on the butlers face, followed by the faintest trace of a knowing grin before Roderick managed to regain his composure.

Feeling as if he ought to say something; give an excuse for wanting to see Kory first, he said, "you know…starting with the youngest and working my way up to the…to the oldest…got to have an order…you know…"

Mentally kicking himself, Richard decided that it would have been better if he just hadn't spoken at all.

"Very well, Mr. Grayson, however I fear that your 'order of doing things', as you so adequately put it, will have to be the slightest bit altered; you see, the young princess has just gotten into the bath, and won't be out for some time, I'm afraid. She does enjoy the pink perfume bubbles we have so recently acquired for her."

Thankfully, Richard's mind was still a little too young for dirty thoughts. Wondering what he should do now, Richard had just opened his mouth to speak when he heard a squeal from the doorway to his right, which led into the third dining room of the house. It was used on Tuesday nights and Friday mornings.

Half-hoping it was Kory who had emitted the sound of excitement, Richard had only a second's notice before an excited Koma crushed him with one of the Anders' famously killer hugs.

"I'm so glad you came! We thought you wouldn't remember that we were leaving…I just told Kory to go take a bath and try and relax because she was all antsy and worried you would forget; but I knew you'd come." Said Koma, finally releasing Richard and showing him a sly grin.

Roderick, sensing his presence no longer needed, bowed himself out of the room.

"Of course! I couldn't let my favorite family leave without saying good-bye." Said Richard, grinning up at Koma.

"I knew it. I knew you'd come…you never let me down Richard. Come on; let's go get Ryan and we can all take a walk down to the park-"said Koma, but Richard, now frowning, cut her off.

"Can't we wait for Kory? I…There's something I really needed to talk to her about before she left…it's really important, Koma." Said Richard.

"Well, she has an early bedtime tonight; she absolutely hates airplanes, and my parents want her to be as relaxed as possible when we get on the flight, which means she has to be well-rested, well-fed, and clean. Her three favorite feelings in the world." Koma added that last part with a grin and a roll of her eyes.

Richard squirmed. What if he didn't get to see Kory at all? She had to know…he had to tell her how he felt about her.

"Well…it's really important, Koma…" Reaching into his shorts pocket, Richard pulled out a very old, very handsome silver locket. Though slightly tarnished, it still held every ounce of mystery and entrancing beauty that it must have held when it was first made. Koma gasped.

"It…It's beautiful! And you…you want to give this to Kory, do you?" Koma said, masking the resentment in her voice with a falsely cheery voice. Richard didn't catch it.

"Yes, it was my mother's, and I want her to have it…" Richard took a deep breath before mumbling, "I wanted to tell Kory that I like her more than I've liked any other girl in my life."

Koma tried not to look completely crestfallen when she uttered a dull, "Oh…"

Thankfully, Richard was too relieved at finally revealing his true feelings to notice the positive feeling of disappointment that was radiating at an exponential amount from Koma as the conversation wore on.

"Well, I'm going to go to Ryan's room and say good-bye. If Kory gets out of her bath in time for her to visit me, could you please tell her that I'd like to see her very much? And, Koma…could you please give this to her for me…i-in case I don't get to see her?" Richard asked, slightly abashed. His hand shook slightly as he put the locket into Koma's outstretched hand.

By this time, Koma had managed to regain her carefree composure and said, "Sure" giving him a light peck on the cheek in what she hoped was a sisterly fashion before leaving the room with a quick good-bye called over the shoulder.

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Koma threw the locket on the bed before rushing over to her vanity mirror and sitting down. Slamming her fist down on the make-up table, she used her other hand to knock the shelves of make up and nail polish off of the table. The resounding crash reaching her ears wasn't half as soothing as she had thought it would be. It actually made her feel worse. Now she not only had a broken heart, but many broken bottles littering her bedroom floor. Sinking down onto the end of her bed, she put her head in her hands and emitted a couple of dry sobs.

Whipping around, she grabbed the locket and wrenched it open, revealing a picture of Richard on the left side, and a picture of Kory on the right side. Inside was a small piece of paper folded up. Scribbled in little boy writing was the short, but meaningful, inscription, Kory, you'll always be right inside my heart. Love, Dick.

Giving a small, humorless laugh, Koma wadded the paper back up and stuck it in the locket, closing it and throwing it away from her. Feeling the furious tears well up in her eyes, she allowed resentful thoughts to consume her head.

That locket was supposed to be for me! I'm the oldest, why does Kory always get everything? Everyone loves poor, precious Kory. She's so beautiful and charming. She's everyone's favorite. Ryan trusts her more than me. Our parents have favored the two of them since birth. They tried everything out on me, I was the trial kid. Now they know what mistakes not to make. It's so unfair!

And now Richard likes her! He's so cute, and nice, and funny. He's the perfect guy, he's MY dream guy! Why does KORY get him? She's such a little brat; she has everyone fooled but me. I see straight through her little innocent, naive act. I hate her. I hate everything about her. What is there to like? All she has is brains…and beauty…and is talented at everything, and-

A knock on her door brought Koma out of her little rant. Throwing a pillow on top of the broken things in a childish attempt to hide her mess, she called, "What do you want?"

In waddled little Kory, barely ten years old. She was clad in a pink silk nightgown with furry pink slippers, and was currently brushing her went hair so that it would dry straight. She was very lucky; her hair wasn't straight and lanky like Koma's was. It could be curly, wavy, or stick straight. It was thick and healthy, and still soft to the touch; Koma noticed this almost every day, and was exceedingly envious of it.

"Koma, I was just wondering if Dick happened to…" Kory's voice trailed off when she looked at her sister. "Komand'r, are you alright?"

"Don't call me Komand'r, or I'll start calling you Korina!" Snapped Koma.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Koma. I was merely inquiring as to whether you were feeling alright or not, you looked upset. I see that I am of no help, I will make my departure now…" Kory turned to leave, making Koma feel guilty as only Kory could. Deep down, she really and truly loved her baby sister, but years and years of feeling inferior to Kory made this feeling hard for Koma to reach.

"Kory, wait. Richard did come by." Koma sighed, dropping once more onto her bed, "and I'm sorry for snapping at you."

Kory's face went from jubilant to crestfallen in about two seconds.

"Oh..So I missed him?" Kory asked, her bottom lip already trembling.

Koma patted the bed beside her. "Come, sit. Yes, you did miss him, but he said that once you got out of the bath he wanted you to go over and see him. I'm sure mummy and daddy will let you; they know you'd want to say good-bye." And they always have a hard time saying no to you. She added that last part only in her mind. It was not the time to play the jealous sister card; right now she had to act as normal as possible.

Kory perked up and brushed her hair even faster. Standing up, she made for her dash out of the room. "Ooh, well then I'd better hurry up and-"

"Wait. Kory. There's more." Said Koma seriously, as if she was about to drop a bombshell.

Instantly sobered, Kory walked back to sit down beside Koma on her bed, laying her brush down beside her and folding her hands carefully in her lap. She lightly bit her lip and furrowed her eyebrows, looking curiously up at Koma. Koma knew this expression well; Kory always looked like that whenever Koma was about to tell her something bad. Koma inwardly smirked, but was as serious as could be on the outside.

"Richard told me…things. I'm not so sure you should go over there, Kory." Said Koma.

"What kind of things did he tell you?" Kory spoke the words quietly, carefully chosen and well thought out.

"He told me…that he thinks you're really annoying. And also that you're snobbish. He insisted that you had buckteeth and that you're skin is really oily. He thinks that you need to stop tagging along with him, Ryan, and myself. He just thinks…Kory…he doesn't like you." Koma said this as if it pained her to allow Kory to hear such hurtful words. She was a great actress, and was experienced at deceiving Kory with only a few words. She knew she had successfully hurt Kory's feelings even before the tears began to fall.

"Thank you for telling me, Koma. I love you. Goodnight." With that, Kory swept out of the room, leaving a wave of sadness behind her.

Koma waited a full ten seconds pass by after Kory had shut the door before collapsing in a fit of gleeful laughter at the familiar feeling of a good payback.

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Kory tied the end of the ribbons she had braided into her hair around the long French braid before turning her swollen eyes once more to the mirror in her room. A sigh escaped from her lips as she tucked a few loose strands of hair that had fallen out of the braid behind her ear. Although she didn't realize it; she was really very beautiful. Even at age 10, it was obvious that she would be one of the most beautiful girls on the island of Tameran, if not the most beautiful.

Kory wiped her tearstained cheeks with her small hands, and slowly her pained expression turned into a frown. Pulling on her sweatshirt over her pajamas and slipping out of her bunny slippers and into a pair of flip flops, she wandered down the hall. She ran into Ryan on his way to the bathroom.

"Kory, what's wrong?" asked Ryan concernedly, grabbing her shoulders.

"It's nothing, Ryan, I'll be okay. I'm going to take a walk, okay? I'll be back in about 20 minutes." Standing on her tiptoes to give her brother a kiss, she freed herself from his grasp and walked past him.

"Hey, wait." Called Ryan, halting Kory momentarily. "Want me to come with you?"

"No…no, thank you, Ryan. I'll be fine, I promise." She gave him a watery smile, and continued down the hall. Five minutes later, she found herself outside of Wayne Manor. She had run the whole way and was out of breath, but she was determined to complete the task ahead of her before bedtime. She knocked frantically on the door until the Wayne's butler, Alfred, answered the door.

Surprised at her presence, Alfred stepped obediently aside to let her enter.

"Who is it, Alfred?" called the deep voice of Bruce Wayne from the other room. Kory knew that voice well; she had heard it almost every day for the past two summers; he had grown very fond of the young girl, and always managed to let her know that she would be forever welcome at Wayne Manor.

"It's Princess Korina, calling on Master Richard, no doubt." Called Alfred, giving Kory a small wink.

"Thanks, Alfred, but please, call me Kory." Kory said, smiling up at the tall butler. He bowed to her and left the room, just as Bruce entered it.

"Ahh, my favorite little redhead of a princess! How are you?" He bent down and she ran to him and gave him a hug. Bruce was usually never this…joyful…but Kory was known to bring out the best in people.

"Mr. Wayne, I'm the only little redhead of a princess you know, of course I'm your favorite!" Kory gave her tinkling laugh that set hearts on fire before she continued, "I'm doing just fine, thank you Mr. Wayne."

"You're very welcome, young lady" he said, inclining his head slightly. He stood up and took her hand, leading her to the grand staircase. "Allow me to escort you to Richard's room. He told me he hadn't had the chance to talk to you; he insisted that you would come tonight because he had something unbearably important to tell you."

"Yes, I received the message. I've come to discuss it with him." Her dull tone was observed by Bruce, but he made no comment.

Instead, he continued up the staircase and down the maze of halls, to Richard's bedroom. Once they arrived at their destination, Bruce knocked three times hard on the door, gave Kory a little pat on the head and an encouraging smile, and continued down the hall and around the corner. Once he was out of sight, Kory let the smile drop from her lips, and a spiritless expression possessed her face once more. Richard opened the door and grinned at Kory, stepping aside to let her in. He allowed the grin to falter only a little when it wasn't returned.

"Kory, is something wrong?" Richard asked.

"Koma told me everything, Dick." Kory said quietly. The usual gleam in her eyes was absent. Looking deep into the swirling pools of green, he read the expression; it was one of hurt, betrayal, and disgust.

"Oh…I had hoped that she would only…I wanted to tell you myself." Said Richard, sitting down on his bed.

"Well, I'm glad she told me. I'm glad I heard it from her instead of you." Richard looked up at the harshness of her words. Why was she being like this?

"Does what I've said…bother you?" Richard asked.

"Of course it does!" Snapped Kory, turning away from him. "How could you think it wouldn't?"

"I just…I thought you'd understand." Said Richard. His anger was competing with sadness; he wasn't sure which one he was feeling more at the moment.

"I understand perfectly clear. Obviously, I won't be coming back next year, not after this!" Said Kory. Richard decided that anger was winning.

"What do you mean you won't be coming back? You were bothered that much by what I said? It's only the truth!" Richard stood up, clenching his fists.

"Richard, that's horrible! I don't care if it's the truth or not, it's all horrible! This changes everything! I can't believe you've felt like this all along; how could you? I never had the slightest clue!" Kory was fighting back tears.

Richard was about to retort before he realized that Kory had called him Richard. She never called him Richard. She called him Dick from the moment they met; and she was the only one who was allowed to call him by his nickname. He liked the way she said it, but from everyone else it just sounded like an insult.

"If I knew it would change things this much…Fine! Go back! And stay in your little palace; see if I care. It's better if you're not here, anyway. I can have even more fun with Ryan and Koma without you tagging along behind us every step of the way!" Richard exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

At these words, Kory found that she could no longer keep in the tears. They poured freely from her eyes, and she rushed forward and shoved him hard. He fell on his butt, and looked up at her. Time seemed to freeze in that moment as he looked up at the only girl he would ever love.

Her tear-stained face was flawless; her hair, pulled back in a hastily but still beautifully braided French braid, was gorgeous. He wanted to reach out and wipe the tears right off her face; tuck the strands of hair that had fallen out of the braid on both sides of her face behind her ears. For the first time in his young life, he felt an immeasurable attraction to a girl. He knew at this moment, that no other girl in his life would ever be able to affect him like Kory.

Yes, crushes were possible. But he could never love anyone like he loved Kory. He lived every summer day to see her; in school, when he was having a rough time, he thought of her and just the memory of her laughing beside him was enough to make him happy the whole rest of the day.

And yet, he decided that never again would he ever let someone get this close to him; it was only setting himself up for defeat. Kory Anders was the last girl who would ever cast a spell on him; no one would ever get close to him again.

And all at once, just as he felt the hardening of his heart begin to take course, time decided to catch up with itself again. She was gone. She had turn on her heel and ran out the door without another word, and he would never see her again.

And, he tried to convince himself by repeating the words in his mind over and over, he was happy about it.

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Poor young Kory ran all the way back home, sobbing. She managed to stifle her sobs as she slipped in the front door, using the house key that her mother had entrusted her with. Silently making her way to her room, she stopped to check if her family was asleep.

She heard her dad's snored and her mom's quiet cooing and decided that they were both well on their way to dreamland.

Outside of Ryan's room, she pressed her ear to the door and heard nothing. He was probably asleep as well; thank God he hadn't waited up for her.

Koma, however, was laughing. Kory was a bit perplexed, but she didn't stop to think about it. She felt another fit of sobs washing over her, and only when she reached her room would she be safe out of earshot and able to cry.

After almost an hour, after the latest set of sobs had been let out, Kory sat, curled up in a ball on her bed, still wearing her sweater although it was not at all cold. Getting up out of the bed, she walked over to one of her large windows; the one overlooking the west side of the neighborhood.

Silent tears still running down her cheeks, she opened the latch of the window and leaned out of it, closing her eyes and enjoying the breeze as it tickled her face. She pulled herself back inside and hastily took her hair down, returning to the previous position in order to feel the wind in her hair.

It was then that she decided that as much as she loved this place; as much as she loved the people in America and their stories of superheroes; as much as she loved getting away from Tameran every summer, she could never come back to this house.

She wouldn't let herself. In the morning, on the plane, when her mother was holding her tight and her father was sitting close beside them both, telling them stories in order to calm down his little Korina, (Ryan would most likely be sitting on his lap, while Koma sat alone grumpily in the seat in front of them, listening to music and flipping through a magazine), she would tell them that she couldn't go back.

She would tell them when she knew they considered her most vulnerable, and they wouldn't prod too much. They'd accept it, and decide what to do about it a couple of days later, after they were all settled back into the palace at Tameran.

Maybe they'd appeal to her in a week or so, but she'd stand her ground. She simply did not want to go back to that house, and that would be that.

If only young Kory knew that she'd very soon be returning to the house and that as much as she didn't want to see Richard ever again, he would very soon become a very large part of her life, and she of his.

If only she knew that she would soon have to depend on Richard to help her save both of their lives, and that for a time tragedy would kick her when she was already down.

But if she had already known all this, she would have her own show on Disney Channel called That's So Kory, as she would be able to tell the future; and this would be a very boring and quite pointless story, and I wouldn't be telling it. So, I suppose, we must all count our blessings. And Richard and Kory never again meeting is not one of those blessings that we will be counting.

So, what did you think? OH MY GOSH that felt so good to finally write! I wrote out the whole plotline, and all the details just came to me; I'm so excited! 12 pages on word, not bad, huh? NOW REVIEW, PLEASE!!