"Shego!"
The frustrated cry Doctor Drakken let loose resonated through his lair; the shadowy stalactites that hung from the ceiling trembled, and loose stones fell like a brief hail storm, showering the doctor and his minions in shingle and dust.
As the doctor had expected, his curvaceous and capable side-kick did not reply. She'd never really taken to the whole "submissive side-kick" role, rarely responding to his yells and preferring to turn up unexpectedly, jolting him. Trust Shego to take vindictive pleasure in his steadily increasing blood pressure.
"What's the problem?" Sauntering into the room in full, feline, hip-swaying strides, Shego tossed back a wave of black hair and offered Drakken a patronizing smirk. "Did wittle Dwakken get defeated while Shego was out?"
"Did not!" Drakken replied in an angered whine, flinging his fists around irritably. "You - you - you -!"
"Uh-huh. Sure." Striding over to the blue-hued doctor, Shego swung her posterior to one side, one gloved hand on her protruding hip, the other tucking a stray curl of ebony hair behind one ear. "So what do you want, Doctor D?"
"After that embarrassing incident with the "Little Diablo" toys, I've decided it's time to stop Kim Possible once and for all!" Drakken declared in tones of great determination. Suppressing an eye-roll, Shego resigned herself to the whole overly-complicated-and-scientifically-impossible scheme Drakken would undoubtedly come up with next.
"Okay, you're the boss," Shego sighed slightly. Being a side-kick - well, in Drakken's case, more like a sarcastic and mildly spiteful babysitter - could really drain a girl. "What do you want me to do?" God, she needed a vacation. This whole do-your-bidding thing was getting old pretty fast.
"Actually, I haven't quite got to that part yet," Drakken admitted, a little sheepishly, scowling defensively when Shego raised a skeptical eyebrow. "It's not my fault! Now that Kim Possible is dating that blasted - oh, what's his name - Ron Stoppable, I can't go for the whole "potentially-perfect-boyfriend" approach -"
"Wait, what?" Shego interrupted, holding up a gloved hand incredulously. "The Kim Possible is dating her loser side-kick?"
"Maybe we could take a leaf from their book, huh, Shego?" Drakken replied with a wiggle of his brows, apparently giving her what he thought was a tempting offer.
His invitation was lost on his shapely side-kick as she stalked away from the pallid doctor, her forehead creased and her black lips drawn into a frown. "Kimmy deserves better than that low-life loser."
"Yes, well, whatever, Shego," Drakken interrupted irritably, stung by her rejection. "We've got bigger problems here than -"
"I mean," Shego continued, apparently with growing feeling for the subject, "why should that utterly defeatable underachiever drag down Kimmy's potential, right? She could do so much better than him, I mean, someone who's actually a worthy opponent - I mean, no one who can't match up to her doesn't really deserve her, right? And, let's be honest here, in terms of attractiveness -"
"Shego!" Cutting her off with a glare, Drakken folded his arms across his chest, puffing it out significantly. "This time, I'll triumph over Kim Possible and her good-for-nothing boyfriend -" Shego scowled magnificently - "with the help of a veteran villain."
Flitting her green-eyed gaze to the figure - who'd apparently been hiding in the shadows this entire time - Shego's scowl deepened as she assessed him with a trained eye. Tall, but spindly, skeletal - not much room for competition on the physical front. But his calculating emerald eyes and cynical expression left little doubt that this was a force not to be reckoned with. And the scar over his left eye certainly betrayed a fight or two in the past.
"Shego, meet Scar." Drakken sounded pleased with his handiwork. Even Shego was pleasantly surprised that his contacts spread to an actual evil genius, not a playground bully with lasers.
"An honor, my dear," Scar leered, revealing sharpened canines. Feeling a little offended by his lack of hygiene (that black hair hadn't seen a shower recently) and the way his yellowed eyes kept flickering up and down her form, Shego didn't even offer a smile in reply. What was Drakken thinking, bringing in some perverted homeless guy? She felt violated already and it hadn't been thirty seconds.
"Scar killed his older brother to successfully become the CEO of the largest oil company in the world!" Drakken declared loudly (earning a small round of applause from the red-suited minions and a quiet eye-roll of frustration from Shego).
"That's great, really, wonderful, Doctor D," Shego replied, massaging her forehead with two fingers and heaving a sigh of responsibility. "And he's going to help us how?"
Drakken coughed impressively. "Scar specialises in relationships."
Shego snorted rather unattractively. No, who was she kidding - nothing she did was unattractive. "Big deal, Drakken. What's that got to do with the let's-defeat-Kimmy situation?"
"Scar can successfully break the two of them apart," Drakken replied in an ominous voice, his eyes gleaming at his impending victory. "Break Kim Possible's heart and destroy her fighting spirit so that I might finally defeat her!"
"Dude, the only one who's ever come close to beating Kimmy is me," Shego reminded him in an irritable voice, one slender ebony eyebrow raise. "Don't kid yourself."
"You - I - Kim Possible - Shego!" Drakken shrieked, pointing an incriminating finger of blame at the voluptuous villainess. "You watch your language!"
"Okay, okay," Shego sighed, thoroughly irritated by the direction this conversation was taking. She was still in shock over the whole Kimmy-dating-what's-his-name fiasco. "Anyways, Doctor D, I'm overdue for a vacation so buone vacanze, as they say."
"Wait, what?" Drakken demanded furiously. "Where are you going?"
Shego sighed dramatically, throwing her hips to one side and looking at Drakken in the way someone might look at a squashed bug on their shoe. "Are you always this stupid, or are you making an effort today? I'm going on vacation. Holidays. You know the drill. So - adios. Ciao. Adieu. Sayonara. You get me?"
"I forbid you from leaving this lair, young lady!" Drakken shrieked, waving his arms around above his head maniacally. Blowing him a kiss goodbye, Shego sauntered out, her body swaying from side to side in a seductive manner that kept the eyes of every minion trained on her. Although their attentions were hardly worth her time, a small gleam of pride glowed as Shego left the lair.
God, she loved being an evil seductress with glowing superpowers. Really. You had the best fun.
Kim Possible fanfiction - KiGo, Kim x Shego c: Based after "So the Drama".
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