Life is Blue
By: DrakkenFanboy
Rated K+
Summary:
Ever wonder about Drakken's childhood? His TRUE reason for world domination? His love life and his first encounter with Shego? How he got that scar and blue skin? A first person POV fic... Rated K+
Disclaimer:
I do not own KP, Drakken, or other characters, but I do take ownership in this story.
Chapter I: In the Beginning
"Shego!" I yelled to my sidekick, Shego, who was in another room.
My sidekick, Shego, is in her late 20's, has long raven black hair, and deep emerald eyes. She wears a jumpsuit that was from her old days as a member of this team of superheroes that included her brothers. She's always been sarcastic of plans and ideas to rule the world. She doesn't know how much it hurts me to hear such harsh words about what I want to accomplish, and yet I keep her around for some odd reason that I don't even know. Maybe it's because she can fight better than I can, maybe it's because I've grown fond of her and need her, like a sister I once knew.
"What is it? Can't you see I'm trying relax?" she replied to me in her usual, snippy way.
I was sure my foolproof plan would work this time. I was so sure, I even sent a personal invitation to my arch foe, Kim Possible, to try and stop me. But she won't, not this time! For, I...
"Dr. D? Hello? Anybody there?" Shego had said as she waived her hand in front of my face.
"Argh! Shego, can't you see I'm trying to rant!" I said to her, as if she didn't know what was going on.
"Yeah, but how can you rant, when you're not talking?" Shego said with a smirk.
I merely collected myself and replied with my plan, "I plan to send out large sonic pulses into the Earth's oceans, and cause the fish population to all migrate to the chilly continent of Antarctica! Mwhuahaha!"
Shego just looked at me with a bored and uninterested expression.
"That's it?" she asked.
"Well, yes, I would say so, I usually end my rants with the usual 'Mwhua-ha-ha-ha'," I told her.
"So, what's going to stop Kimmie from stopping you, this time?" she asked with her usual smirk.
"Ah ha! That's the best part! You see..."
Suddenly, I was interrupted by an eruption to the left of me. I turned to see my foe, Kim Possible, and her buffoon sidekick.
"The jig is up, Drakken!" Kim Possible exclaimed.
"Kim Possible? What are you doing here! I thought I put on the note to be here at four o'clock, not three!" I said, because I was very annoyed.
"Dude, daylight savings time!" the buffoon said to me.
"Ah, curses! That was today! The alarm clock man said tomorrow!" I said, obviously dumbfounded by this new information.
"Wait a minute! You actually sent a note asking her to come?!" Shego said with her voice intensifying.
"Well, erm, yes. I was confident in my..." I said, but was suddenly stopped by Shego.
"What? Victory? News flash, Dr. D, you haven't won, you've never won, and most likely will never will!" Shego yelled at me, obviously angered by my perceived idea.
"Shego, I've never seen you like this..." I said, as my fear increased.
"I don't even know why I joined you in the first place! Your lousy schemes show no intelligence whatsoever! A third grader could've come up with better schemes than you!" Shego continued to scream in my face.
I glanced over at the Kim Possible and the buffoon, and I saw a surprised expression across their faces, as if they were watching a mother scold at her child.
"Shego, I'm not sure you're being fair..." Kimberly Anne said, whether she was sticking up for me or trying to end this little predicament was beyond me.
"Shut-up, Princess, you're just as ditzy as he is!" Shego said, pointing a finger at me.
"Kim, maybe we should leave," the buffoon said.
Shego turned to me and I hunched back in fear as I looked in her eyes. A strange memory pierced my mind as I remembered the same look from so many people from my past years. All of them had the same point: I was a failure.
By now, my eyes had begin to water, because I had been hurt by someone I considered a friend for a long time. Shego has really been my only friend. I looked at her and realized that she was right about me being a failure. I fought the sudden urge to lash back, but I couldn't. I was beaten and no matter how hard I could try, Shego had finally proved to me I was not going anywhere in my life, except downwards.
I took one last look at Shego, and finally just turned away from her with my head hung low. I noticed that Kim Possible and the buffoon had left. I walked into my room and sat on my bed. I finally rested my body on top of the bed and sucked my thumb. I did that a lot when I was frightened or sad.
Without warning, I just burst out crying. Pain swelled into my mind as I looked back at all the times I tried my best to do something, but only failed. Life has never been fair to me. I knew there was only one way to help myself...
See a psychiatrist.
I laid down on a comfortable couch facing a painting that was quite intriguing. Behind me in a chair sat my psychiatrist, Dr. Jack Briggs. Dr. Briggs had brown hair and green eyes. He talked in a professional manner and was silent as he wrote down several pieces of information on his notepad.
"So, Mr. Lipsky, do you understand that everything said in this room between us will be absolutely confidential," Dr. Briggs said.
"It had better be! With the money I'm paying you," I told him, making sure we were clear.
"Yes, I understand, Mr. Lipsky," Dr. Briggs said softly, "So, tell me about yourself?"
"Well, my name is Drew Theodore Lipsky. Theodore was my dad's name. I am thirty-nine, and I work in public affairs," I told him as I relayed every bit of information in my head.
"Public affairs? What kind of public affairs?" Dr. Briggs asked with interest.
"Well, you know, mass chaos, worldwide panic, and world domination, the usual public affairs stuff," I told him.
"I see, and do you enjoy your job?" Dr. Briggs asked, obviously not alarmed of my last statement.
"I could, if that stupid Kim Possible would stop butting into my business," I told him, crossing my arms in an angry fashion.
"And how does this person make you feel?" Dr. Briggs asked.
"Angry, disappointed, annoyed, heartbroken, like I had just been beaten to the last moon-pie," I told him with my emotion growing more intense.
"Well, it sounds like you have a deep conflict with this 'Kim Possible' figure," he said.
"You got that right," I mumbled.
"Well, we'll get right back to her another time, but for now I want to focus on your childhood and see where we go from there," Dr. Briggs said.
"Well, it all started when I was about four years old..."
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