A/N My second Mojo/Blossom. Yay. Hopefully it's not as weird as my first one, but hey, weird is cool! I've had this up on my computer for ages and I think, it's so angsty and depressing everyone would start throwing their soggy tissues at me. Set soon after the events of the movie. Enjoy....or else.
Prison doesn't let you think about the good things. It only lets you wallow in guilt and despair. Mojo Jojo didn't feel bad about most things. He didn't feel guilty about nearly taking over
the world and killing heaps of innocent people of Townville. No he was proud of that. It was just…her huge betrayed eyes. They haunted him. Whenever he closed his eyes she was there, her innocent eyes asking why?
"It was necessary," he told himself as he sat huddled in his cot. "I had no choice but to do that in order for me to take over the world and get my revenge."
Prison was a cruel place. Instead of leaving Mojo alone in his misery, they forced a gang of punks to share his cell. It was on one cold night when the leader of the Gangreen Gang tried to strike a conversation with the depressed simian while his lackeys slept.
"What's up with you?"
Mojo turned his red rimmed eyes to the cocky leader. The monkey hadn't talked to any of them, just thought about his humiliating defeat. The gang ignored their cellmate and got on with their idiot lives.
Now one was talking to him?
So Mojo talked. He let out a stew of emotions to the rather surprised teen. He talked of how Townsville hated him and how he was loved by an innocent 5 year old. He wasn't stupid. He saw her adoring gaze. He saw the smile lighting up her face. Did he care? No. He cared only for the destruction of Townsville. He didn't care that he broke a little girl's heart. He was Mojo Jojo. Mojo Jojo didn't care for romance.
Maybe he felt a twinge of regret when he was in the laboratory with the Professor captive and the girls glaring at him. He had only eyes for her, the one who's eyes was filled with the most fury, betrayal and hate he had seen in his short life. He felt a bit bad when he saw that. But it didn't stop him from what he did next.
Ace listened to all of this, playing with his sneaker, a bit bored. When Mojo was done he said, "I wouldn't know what it's like to have a little kid loving me."
Mojo looked at him, feeling maybe a tad better now from telling someone this. "Hopefully you will never have to feel the rage of a betrayed little girl," he said.
Prison was an evil place. Just when he feels he has someone to talk to they take them away. They take them away and leave him here. Leave him here with the ghost of a broken-hearted girl tormenting him.
And she would never leave.