Nero sat at his desk, waiting for a video call from Number One, head of GLOVE, the largest and most coolest criminal organisation in the world. Number One was the only man he found intimidating, or he was now that Diabolous was dead. Diabolous' majestic frame and piercing stare had always made Nero feel… intimidated… and a little vulnerable.
The screen lit up with the silhouette of a man, his appearance hidden.
"Maximilian, it's so nice to see you again," Number One said, but was it really nice? The man was truly an enigma.
"Ditto," replied Nero, "is there anything you wanted to discuss?"
"No, I just wanted to check up for no reason, just to stare into your eyes."
"I'll try not to blink, sir."
"I was being sarcastic, moron. I wanted to talk to you about the Malpense child."
Balls, thought Nero.
"He arrived safely yesterday," Nero explained.
"Yeah, no shit, I am able to get that sort of information with a click of my fingers, you know. I was actually going to tell you who's sponsoring him. Because it's me."
This is almost definitely something fucked up, thought Nero, Number One had never sponsored a student before.
"Is there any reason that I should be aware of for you doing this that I should know about?"
"Don't question my decisions."
Fuck, I fucked up, fuck.
"I'm sorry sir, I'm sure your reasons are justified and just as sexually attractive as you are, sir. I'm sure Malpense will be an excellent student," Nero backtracked desperately.
"See that no harm comes to him. If it does, I'll take your eyes and balls out and put your eyes where your balls go and then your balls in the eyes holes."
"Isn't that a Cards Against Humanity card?"
"Of course not, Cards Against Humanity will be published in 2011, this is 2006. See you later, loser." The screen went black.
Nero resolved to get Raven to make sure nothing major happened to Otto, which was to prove pretty much pointless. But whatever.
Author's Note: is this fic to explicit in it's language? Please tell me in the reviews because I'll tone it down if asked.