Whoo! First KiGo fan fiction. Positive criticism is appreciated!
Oh, also, the story line is not mine. It belongs to Tongxing Ai, although I don't know if that's her FF username. xD
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Kim Possible or anything related to or of Disney Channel.
The summer had officially- and maliciously- descended on Kim Possible's section of the globe. All of Upperton, Middleton, and Lowerton were suffering severe heat waves, forcing children and adults alike to abandon the outdoors for the refuge of air conditioning. Those without it had to take comfort in the crowded community pools (if they hadn't their own) that hadn't yet to evaporate.
Dr. Drakken and Shego moved their hide-out to the rock-face cave in which they had started their evil career together. A roaring waterfall obscured the entrance from view, and provided relief from the scorching sun. It was the perfect place to plan the next attempt of world domination.
However, as the tall, blue-skinned man wheeled out an old, rugged green suitcase, Shego thought he had something else on his mind, a rare occurrence of firsts. "What are you doing?" She questioned, a tone of scorn and skepticism lacing her voice. A steel fingernail file was poised above her left hand as she paused to observe him. It was an old habit of hers that kept her preoccupied and her metal-tipped claws in good ripping and tearing condition. They always grew dull after a scrabble with Kim Possible.
"I'm packing," Drakken answered nonchalantly as he stuffed wads of clothes into the bag. He added a few extra things, such as a copy of Villains Weekly Magazine, a toothbrush, some mechanical gizmos, and a beach ball. Unfortunately, the beach ball had been previously blown up, and try as he might, Drakken couldn't get it to fit in the suitcase. He grunted and made odd noises, but the case refused to zip shut.
"Well, obviously," Shego growled, rolling her eyes with growing impatience as she watched him try- and fail- to close the suitcase with the ball inside. With an annoyed puff of breath, she stood from her chair and stalked over to him, and then snatched the ball from his suitcase. Before he could protest, her grip on the plastic plaything grew tighter and tighter until it popped, and became limp in her grasp. She shoved it back into his luggage and returned to her seat, picking up her nail file again.
"Hey!" He whined, poking the broken ball with his tiny finger. "I wanted to use that…" He growled in irritation, but then sighed and returned to packing his things. He wandered about the area, selecting items of his possession and stashing them away for travel. Shego watched him with a curious, slanted gaze, and when she could finally stand it no longer, got up and followed him about the lair.
"This isn't one of those Diablo-army-screwing-with-Kimmie's-head sort of plans, is it?" She asked with incredulity, her slender dark eyebrows rising on her face. After a second she added dryly, "Unless, of course, you've already forgotten how that one turned out."
Drakken scowled, and waved his hand as to shoo her away. "Of course not, Shego. That plan was flawed. This is something…else." She waited a moment for him to launch a gloating master scheme, but he instead turned his back to her and continued his activities. Her aggravation grew instantly, but she only watched as he walked briskly into another room. He was gone for a few minutes, and so she reluctantly returned to her chair. As she filed away, she wondered briefly if he was trying to hide something from her. Nah. He's not smart enough for that, she thought, a small smirk forming on her lips.
Eventually, from the corner of her eyes, she saw his figure waltz back into the room, and peered up with interest. Her jaw dropped, as did the nail file. It fell to the ground with a soft chiming noise, but Shego made no move to retrieve it. "What is THAT?" She managed to croak, her mouth open and unbelieving. Her expression seemed as though it were fighting back and forth between disgust, disbelief, and uncontrollable laughter. She faintly gestured towards the strange one-piece red-and-white jumper he had come out wearing.
Drakken slipped on a pair of shades, and his lips pursed with annoyance at her wide eyes and crooked smile. "What's it look like? It's a swimsuit," he answered, slicking back the mohawk of black hair with his palm. There was a moment of silence, but then Shego erupted with laughter, clutching her sides and nearly falling from her chair. Just about every part of her shook with loud guffaws, and they echoed through the cave with varying intensity. Drakken's scowl darkened and deepened, and he balled his tiny little fists at his sides and glared, but she continued on as if he weren't standing there.
Growling, he turned away from her and angrily threw more things into his suitcase, almost as if he couldn't wait to escape the incessant teasing and mocking he received when in the presence of his sidekick. Although her eyes were blurred with joyful tears, Shego could see him dragging his suitcase towards the hovercraft.
"Whoa, whoa, wait a sec, Doc," she said, gasping for air. She put her gloved hand over her mouth so he wouldn't have to see the giggles still reigning freely. "You can't be serious."
He glanced briefly over his shoulder, frowned, but proceeded. "I'm very serious, Shego. Summer vacation with Mother is a very, very serious matter. Now if you'll excuse me-" She had gotten up to walk after him, and now took a step to the side so he could lug his suitcase into the craft. However, he barely had enough muscle to lift it off the ground, and so she watched with amusement as he pushed, pulled, kicked, grunted, and shoved the thick bag over the side of the machine. When it finally toppled into the hover car, Shego leaned against the vehicle and arched an eye brow, hand on her hip.
"How come this is the first time you've told me?" She asked with a snort, folding her arms over her chest. Both bright green eyes studied his face, for any sign of betrayal; as far as she knew, his dear old 'Mommy' didn't even like leaving home. He paused for a second to think, and then turned to look at her.
"Because she didn't want you to feel bad," he answered coolly, shrugging his broad shoulders. "Anyways, you need to stay here and guard the lair. Kim Possible might be lurking about…I don't want her to destroy anything before I get back. I trust you can handle that?"
The woman ignored the mild insult and shook her head, although she couldn't help but feel glad he was leaving. Finally, some alone time. "Fine. Whatever. I'm taking my vacation leave early. I want my paycheck on Friday." She turned on her heel and sauntered away, picking up a random magazine on the way.
Drakken lifted his hand as if to object, but then thought better about it and grunted. "Fine. Just don't break anything while I'm gone." He threw his arms over the side of the craft and tried to heft himself over, but instead he ended up just holding on and kicking his small feet frantically, with no avail. His 'Eeehhh…Ahhh…Uhhhs' of anger grew more frequent, until he finally succeeded in falling into the vehicle. His triumphant 'Aha!' didn't even faze Shego, who was already absorbed in an article about manicure sustentation.
"Farewell, Shego," he called once he righted himself and was seated in the proper place. He gazed curiously at the various buttons and switches, and then muttered to himself with frustration. "Shego! Which one-"
"It's the green one."
He glanced over the buttons and located the mentioned, and pressed it with delight. "Right….Farewell, Shego. I shall be back within the week." The hovercraft hummed to life and rose from the ground, pushing out dust and debris out from under it with blasts of air. Shego merely turned around so that the dirt didn't interfere with her reading.
From behind her, she could hear the sounds of Drakken's terrible navigating skills as he shakily drove it out from the cave, knocking over tools and other things on his way out. When he got outside there was a shout of surprise that quickly fainted away, and she could only guess that he had ran the damn thing into the waterfall.
"Idiot," she muttered to herself, flipping the page. After a moment the hum returned, and then raced away.
I made a few minor edits to the chapter; nothing big. Thanks for the reviews! ^___^
