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Disney owns Kim Possible, Drakken and Shego.

Iron maiden owns Iron Maiden. I refer alot to the band in this story.

I own the story, excluding anything i don´t own. I write alot of lyricsin this story and I will try to do my best to write where each of them are.

² Gary Jules Lyrics

This is my first attempt at a D/S story. Takes place in an Alternate Universe (AU) where Drakken and Shego are teenagers in highschool.

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Chapter 1

The Waking.

Pain... I felt pain...

I woke and gribbed my head, felt the scar underneath my eye. I began to cry, not loudly just silently and slowly. I was still alive. I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad. The dreams in which I´m dying are some of the best I ever had.² I would have smiled at the thought i was using song lyrics to think, but The dream was still fresh in my mind, very vived, almost real. How i wish it was real.

Why did she do it? Why did she do it? I ask myself everyday. I still can´t or rather don´t want to believe that it happened. I have been depressed so long. It is rather hard to remember when I was happy. Every time i have that dream, it always making me think about it for the whole day. I just wanted to die. I've felt like suicide a dozen times or more.But that's the easy way, that's the selfish way. Not that way. I had wanted to die with her more. Why did she do it? Why...? I won´t let her sacrifice be in vain. And i find The hardest part is to just get on with your life

Nevertheless.... it happened.... I can´t change that...or maybe... maybe one day i can....

With this cheerful thought in my head, i got up from bed slowly and carefully. I rubbed my left leg. It still hurt. The doctors were worried that i might not able to every use it again. But I should them.... I should them all...

I rubbed the blue rabbit´s foot around my neck and kissed it. Some people may find that disgusting; I don´t give a damn. It´s the only thing i have left of her other then a couple of photos of us together. Like the one i have on my nightstand. I looked at it, and ritualisticlly, I prayed. Love is a razor and I have walked the line on that silver blade. I would do anything for her. Anything. She is gone, But I will still pray for her. I would call her name out loud. I would bleed for her. If only I could see her now. But it can never happen. Not to someone like me...

If you are wondering why I keep referring to the lyrics of Iron Maiden, let it be known that they are the greatest band in existence. Their songs are like a much needed aspiron in the insanity of this world.

I Grabbed my dyed blue wood cane with a gold-colored metal ball top and tip, woobled over to the shower, and took one. taking special care to try and not let the hot water hit my back or the lower part of my left hand. I applied the nescessarys and just took my long black raggy hair and tied in a dorky pony tail. I didn´t much care about the way I looked, what girl would be interrested in a freak with pale blue skin?

I grabbed my cane and metal rimmed square glasses, shaded blue of course, and got up. I limped over to my closet, and first thing i did was take my deep blue velvet scarf and wrap around my left hand, applied my various silver bangles, silver arm bands, rings, and my silver, sapphire studded, cross. I have to admit that it appeared overly done, but i enjoyed how it looked, and more importantly, it covered what it needed to cover. I grabbed my blue clothing, baggy blue jeans, and my deep blue leather trench coat.

Why the blue? It matched my everything about me. My favorite color, the way I felt, My personality, one of my favorite types of music. Not to mention my skin color.

Grabbing my Mp3 player and back pack, I walked down stairs.

"Ohhh Dreeewww...." My mother called out to me...

I cringed, how I hated that name. But it was ok, I loved my mother.... She was one of the only few people I truly had left.... "Yes, Mother?" I replied happily, eager to fill my stomach with her delicious food. It made me sick thinking about how unworthy it was to have someone like my mother take care of me and love me, but i was grateful just the same.

"I made you some breakfast, come on and eat, you don´t want to be late for your first day at this new school!" she bade me welcome to the table where my father was currently feasting.

I hesitated, for a mere moment, but that was all it took.

My father gazed up at me. His expression softened. "Are you okay Son?" he asked in his heavy eastern europeon accent.

I met his gaze and smiled. "Yes, Father. I am well."

My father did not appear convinced though. "Ho-how´s your back? I d-didn´t... it..."

"I feel fine father, it is not such a big deal." I lied and told the truth. It still hurt, but it was manageable. And it was really no big deal.

My father smiled wearily and nodded his head. I sat down at the table, smiled, and ate. He avoided my gaze and ate his choelestrol free Breakfast.

My Mother was the only one speaking at the table, constantly talking happily and trying to make my father enjoy himself. I told a joke i knew to try and make my father happy as well. His happiness was important to im, to me, to my mother, to all of us. When he was happy, we were happy. When he was angry...

I let go of those thoughts. "Father, how are you doing today?" I asked.

"Better." he replied simply.

That was good to hear. I hope it means he is getting better. His Diabities, cholestrol problems, ostioproses, heart problems, and ulcer where always problematic and demanded constant attention. My Mother and I tried to give him what time we could spare to make sure he was ok, but i knew it was just a matter of time. He seemed intent to work himself to death, making sure are small little family of five got the money we needed to survive.

After Breakfast was over, My father drove me to my new school. The journey was long and quiet. My mind racing, coming up with excuses, explanations to any number of things that could occur. Should the need arise i would use them to avoid the inevitable. It was always inevitable however.

And all the while my back ached. I knew today would be a hard day, but i didn´t worry about that know. I was too scared. I didn´t feel safe. I was not safe. Why aren´t we their yet? Come on hurry! Please turn green! Come on!

We arrived. Non-chalantly, I took my backpack and cane, and got out the door. Still not breathing, I smiled and said goodbye to my father.

"Maybe I should come with you to make sure everything is ok?" he asked in what english he knew, reffering to his native tongue, which i understood, when he didn´t remember the word in english at the time.

My heart froze. I smiled. "No Father, I assure you that it is not nessecary. I will manage."

He pondered, then aggreed. But added a stenr warning. "I don´t want what happened at your last school to happen here. I cannot afford the strain that you put me in again."

"I´m sorry. It won´t happen. I´m Sorry." I apologized again.

He then gave me another stern look. "Remember Son, You are the best. Ignore everyone else. You are just here for an education and nothing else. Everyone else is beneath you, and i expect the best from you. The only thing that matters is that you will become a doctor. You have to become a doctor. When I was your age I was the best at my school, best in my country. And I know you are better and smarter then me. Don´t dissapoint me."

"I´m Sorry." I apologized. This was my typical response to anything he said. If he said happy birthday i wold say I´m sorry. If he says look there its a bird, i would say I´m sorry. It was more instinct then any pathological reason that i can comprehend. I said it more often the practically anything else.

I watched as he drove off. I stood calmly, betraying the fear inside my heart. Keep going. Don´t come back.

My heart only eased when he was no longer within sight. I strapped my back pack on and using my cane began to walk to the new school. I saw the other students give me queer looks, but i just ignored their existence. I was above them. But nevertheless, I was very nervous for No one knew me, no one knew me.² Good. Hopefully it would remain that way. We were all here Bright and early for their daily races. Competions in which we would see who would claim the prize of a decent future. But in truth, all of us, were going nowhere. Nowhere at all...²

I had already been here before to make sure i had all the nescessary documentation completed so that i would not miss the morning in the office. All i had to do was find my way through the school, but i owned a map. It was ill convienience that I forgot it at home. I muttered an oath under my breath as i recalled that piece of vital information. But i could manage, I have to manage.

I could not ignore the stares from my fellow mortals that attented the travisty of a school. In a wide spread variety of different apperances and fashions, they still singled me out as some sort of freak. I couldn´t blame them though. They all started muttering under their breath, morethen likely making some cruel joke. It graved on my nerves. Don´t let it bother you, they are beneath you. They are all beneath you. One day, when they are laying sick or broken on a stretcher they will call out your name to save their lives. I recalled with grim amusment when my father informed me we were moving to Go-city. I was both afraid and happy. But now i was just dissapointed in the raggedy public school. The students where no better. Most just appeared god awful in my eyes. Like all mortals I had my failings. We all had shared failings as well. One of those wasto judge people by their appearances. As much as I wish that i didn´t have this failing, I did. I unconciously started dividing people into coloumns or groups. I told my self to stop when i realized what i was doing. How can I do that? She, never did that. She, was above that. She, took the time to know people... To love people for who they were, not what they appeared or as how they were judged by others... God I miss her.

I brought the cross up to my neck, along with my rabbit´s foot. I kissed both, enticing more stares, none of which i cared for, and prayed to God and to her to watch out for me and make sure everything would be ok. I also prayed to give me the strength and patience to carry on. I then asked forgivness for my mortal failings, not that i was a rascist or groupist or anything of the sort.

Coming out of my prayers, I found it most people still staring at me. I didn´t care. I didn´t care. THEY ARE BENEATH ME! Don´t give a damn! I shouldn´t give a damn. I shouldn´t. I glared balefully at those who were beneath me underneath the protection of my shaded glasses. What how can I think like that? She, would never think anyone was beneath her, she certainly never hought I was. Patience! Have patience. Your time will come.

Who am I Kidding.... They are not beneath, nor am I their equal. I am worse. At least they understand their lives. That is something I might never have. I admit that I am confused on this path we call life, and whats more is that i drag along grudgingly. Knowing me.... I will probably end up worse then them....

Stop thinking like that. No matter what the case maybe, you have to succed. You must succed. Everyone is counting on you. Father spent his whole life to get you the oppurtuinity to get to america and gain a proper education. Mother is working hard to make sure you are fed and well. None of their sacrifices will matter if you don´t become a doctor. I have to do this. I Will do this. I will....

Sighing wearily, I gazed at my students from the corners of my eyes and once again, unconciously, began to scruntize and catgorize them. It appeared that students of every ethnicity and organization that i could think of at the top of my ahead where attending. Jocks, nerds, cheerleaders, rappers, the typical anime cult, the Musicians, etc, etc, etc. At least the school had no sense of racism. All enthities i could think of were there. White, black, brown, tan, red, yellow, green....

...wait, what was that last one?

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Thanky, once agian please read and review. And don´t worry, Gone is almost finished, I just have to figure out what ending to go with.

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