DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE DISNEY VILLAIN RECRUITERS OR DISNEY VILLAINS THAT IS INVOLVED IN THIS STORY EXCEPT THE STORY AND PLOT ITSELF. THE DISNEY VILLAIN RECRUITERS IS A CHARACTER CREW PART OF THE JAPAN DISNEY PARADE THAT THEY HAVE AT HALLOWEEN. THIS IS JUST A FANFICTION STORY THAT I WANTED TO SHARE.
Chapter Sixteen
Ms. Scatter
A mountain of clothes had miraculously piled up in the chaos of picking out a dress or just an outfit for the evening with Mr. V. She turned and looked at the pile that was continuously growing and she wanted to go through and organize it.
"What am I doing?" She asked herself as she bent down and picked up the clothing one piece at a time. "It is just a night out with Mr. V." She huffed as she hung up the dresses again.
"It is not a date." She heaved as she closed her closet behind her and slid down the doors.
"I shouldn't be this nervous. . ." She sighed as she pushed herself to stand. "But I also shouldn't be this excited. . ."
It had been a few months since she actually decided to just go out into town. Not for any particular reason other than she got tired of dealing with the lowly street rat villains that had no class. Also with everything she ever needed, everything she ever needed to order or purchase, everything she ever wanted was already here in the Anti-Castle; yet she was still so excited to be stealing an evening away with Mr. V.
She had to admit that once she got over his irritating teasing and flamboyant flirtations, he was actually a charming man who would more than likely know how to provide for a very entertaining evening. From her own knowledge she had not known him to be a man who knew many women, but then again she had no idea what his true history was. That thought was very intimidating for her and she could not help but judge every inch of her in the mirror.
She felt as though she looked like an uptight business woman, which essentially just made her look twenty years older. She frowned. Her long black hair was spun up in a tight bun on the back of her head with no fly-aways or baby hairs out of place. She wore the red cat eyed glasses to make her look more sophisticated and proper, but now that she looked at herself she felt overly firm and prude in them. Her bland and simple gray suit skirt and blazer gave her edges instead of curves, and the white button up underneath was buttoned up all the way to her neck. Even her black pumps shouted boring and old, though they were practical for her job. Feeling suddenly claustrophobic, she unbuttoned the first two buttons of her shirt and took a long slow breath. For as much as she looked like an old woman, she could at least smile at her flawless and wrinkle free skin. She drank plenty of water and took great care in her diet and bathing. She did not necessarily have a skin care treatment, she just used a bar of soap and water every morning when she woke up and every night before she went to bed.
"What's wrong, beautiful?" Varuo purred as he rubbed his back on her calves. "I could feel your anxious tension all the way from the foyer."
"I didn't think it was that bad. . ." She sighed as she scooped him up and fell onto her bed. She aligned him on her stomach and petted and rubbed him down to earn that kitten smile.
"I know what you're trying to do. . ." he purred as he loved the attention. "But it is not going to distract me, Ashe."
"If I do this long enough, it will." She chuckled as she scratched underneath his chin.
"Ashe." He snatched his chin away and looked down at her with one eye. "What are you so anxious about?"
She looked away from him because she did not want to entirely tell him. Just thinking about it made her flustered and frazzled. "You'll laugh."
"Ashe, there is a chance that I will." He shrugged. "But I am your cat, and you are my person. I can sense when something is wrong. If you don't tell me now you know that this will eat at you."
"I hate it when you're right." She huffed and rolled him off of her.
"Rude." He hissed at being moved.
"I feel like a teenager again," he chuckled and ran a hand through her hair. "I'm so nervous about this evening."
"You mean your date with Valentino?"
"D-D-Don't call it a d-d-d-d-d-ate!" She felt her face flush and wondered if she was steaming yet.
"Careful there, Ashe." He chuckled. "If you get ay redder you might just burn another blanket."
She quickly hopped off the bed seriously worried that she had burned another blanket. "Just kidding." The cat chuckled at him, and she could only glare at him. "But seriously Ashe, you need to calm down."
"Easy for you to say," she huffed and found another article of clothing on the floor.
"You still haven't picked out your outfit it appears." He looked at the small piles of clothes on the floor and a few articles of clothing just laying about the dresser and vanity.
"A tad bit obvious, isn't it?" She snorted.
"Well, stop your whining." He huffed and sat up straight on the bed. "Clean this mess up and I'll pick out your outfit."
Ms. Scatter could only blink at him, she could not tell if he were being serious or not. He often times had this blank face and she could rarely tell if he were joking. There had been several times where it he had completely surprised her and was sarcastic.
"You can't be serious."
"Did I stutter?" He narrowed his eyes, and she straightened herself up. "Get this room cleaned and looking more like the Ashe Scatter's room and not some child's room!"
Without hesitation this time Scatter jumped up and ran around the room picking up everything that she had dropped. While she ran around the room Varuo casually walked over to her closet disappeared into the dark realms of the closet. By the time Scatter finished cleaning her room and properly organizing it to a more OCD approved room, Varuo was sitting on her bed with a rich midnight blue satin dress.
"You can't be serious." She blinked as she held up the dress. It was cool and smooth to the touch. "The dress from runway night with Cruella?"
"I picked it out, didn't I?" He stuck his nose in the air.
"You don't think it's too much?" She pursed her lips as she held the dress against her and looked in the mirror.
"If Dalmatia heard you say that you know exactly how he would correct you on that." His tail flicked in agitation.
"Dalmatia?" she mused. "Ooooo~ Has someone made a new friend?"
"You really think I would befriend the Recruit of the woman who wanted a coat made out of Dalmatian puppies?" He stood and struck a pose. "If that woman ever saw my coat of fur, she would skin me alive because of how luxurious it is!"
A fit of giggles erupted from Ms. Scatter and Varuo looked very pleased with himself.
"Oh Varuo," she sighed and scratched him behind his ears. "How would I have ever made it this far without you?"
"Good question," He stretched and took his usual spot in the window. "Let's not find out."
"Yes, let's never relive that terrible nightmare." She shivered and rubbed her arm. "You were the only good present that came out of that relationship with him."
"Ashe." The cat peeked and eye open. "You know not to make any reference to things that need not be named. It invokes their presence; especially in such a peculiar Realm that we live in."
"You're right, Varuo," she sighed. "You're always right."
"I know." He closed his eyes and began to purr.
"Right then," She laid the dress back down on the bed and turned to the vanity that contained the hair products and makeup. "Time to get started. . ."
Mr. V
With a half of cup of coffee in his system, upbeat fast jazz playing over his record player, and a nice hot shower to make him super fresh Mr. V was in a much better mood. He was especially hungry and wondered what restaurants were still open, which ones closed, and what new ones replaced the old ones.
He casually strode into his room and into his walk-in closet. He had a wide variety and array of suits in fabrics, patterns, and colors. Although he and Facilier had not always gotten along, they did at least share a similar taste in fashion. Facilier's closet was probably the only thing redeemable that was bequeathed to Mr. V when he had to finish his debts with his Friends on the Other Side.
He let his hand graze the fabrics and suits. Whatever material felt the best would be the suit he would go with for the evening. His left hand casually fell on a charcoal suit and his right fell on a midnight blue vest with matching tie and pocket handkerchief.
"Well, well, well." He chuckled as he looked at his ensemble for the evening. "Color me impressed and dressed to dine with the queen." He plucked out his attire for the evening and continued to the back of the closet to grab a nice white button up, a black belt, Matching midnight blue underwear and socks, and black Desmond Stacey Adams.
Humming along to the jazz he exited his closet and returned to the bathroom. He dressed in the underwear and socks first then the pants. While he was still shirtless he carefully spritzed his cologne on his shirt, the collar, the cuffs, and the button line then shook out the shirt so that the cologne would not seep into the but just scent the shirt. With the shirt properly scented, he slide it on and buttoned up to the third to last button and tucked the rest into his pants. Looping the belt through he cinched it to the third hole in. The vest came next, but he did not button it up yet.
Carefully running his fingers through his dreads he separated the pieces into threes and braided back the top of his head and stopped once he could not reach any farther back. Tying back with an elastic he let it fall neatly down his back and could not help but smirk at himself.
"Lookin' good, V." He slipped on his shadowman necklace and tucked it inside his shirt before popping the collar, buttoning the next two buttons, buttoning the vest over it, and slipping the midnight blue tie around his neck. Spraying a light spritz of cologne on his wrists, he rubbed some in his hands and patted the sides of his neck and temples.
Starting the tie, he did it in a pretty little knot before setting the collar in place. He took his beard comb and brush and properly set the facial hairs in place so he would be looking extra sharp. With everything in its proper place and he was satisfied with the sharp looking fellow in the mirror, he strode out of the bathroom feeling like a new man; well at least looking like a new man. He returned to the room to pick out a pocket watch to go into his vest pocket to help complete the look. He slipped into his shoes as he slid his suitcoat over his shoulders, picked up his cane, and picked up his wallet on the way out the door. Before the door closed behind him, he tapped his cane and the music stopped and the lights turned off behind him.
He whistled a jazzy song on his way to the stairs and was, for once, not bothered by the quiet and echoes that followed. The ghosts seemed to be haunting other Villains for the night, the Staff seemed to be enjoying the night out since the Recruits would more than likely be out late or not return until the following day, and even Varuo seemed to have found himself a nice little hidey hole to sleep in for the evening. When he reached the foot of the stairs he pulled out his pocket watch to check the time as well as to see if the time were correct in accordance with the grandfather clock. Everything was lined up and he was early by a whole ten minutes. It would give Ms. Scatter plenty of time to make it by five. In fact, he hardly had to wait when he heard the click clacking of heels hustling their way on the second floor. With a smirk growing on his face he turned to see Ms. Scatter rushing her way to the stairs; however, that smirk quickly fell away as his mouth opened slightly.
She was a vision, an angel of the night plucked from the evening sky and placed here to catch him entirely off guard. Her silky black hair which she always kept coiled up in a tight bun was spooling out around her shoulders in gorgeous voluminous curls with a few jewel studded clips pinning the hair to the left side of her head. Her makeup was smoky with a soft and sexy winged eyeliner and garnet red painted lips. She had contacts, or at least he assumed since she was not wearing her glasses. She wore a simple silver necklace with a few small studs that rested just above the single strap that held up the midnight blue dress that hugged her curves and fell to her ankles. The satin was smooth and luxurious and had a high slit peeking out as it flourished with each step that she took as she descended the stairs. She wore simple, yet sexy silver peep toe heels that made those legs very slender.
Much to his dismay the stupid cat Varuo was smirking as he followed rather smugly behind Ms. Scatter. As soon as he saw the cat practically laughing at him, he was able to straighten himself up and close his mouth to keep from drooling.
"Well, well, well." He smiled carefully so as not to seem to smug or proud that he had possibly the most beautiful woman in the entire Realm going out for an event with him. "A vision from the evening sky has just lost its most beautiful star."
"Is it too much?" She flushed and put a silver studded hand to her chest. "I can go change - "
"No," He carefully and gently spoke to her and held his hand out to her. "Your outfit is perfect, you look exquisite, and I don't think that I could come up with many more compliments that would properly justify your beauty."
Her face flushed such a deep crimson that she almost seemed to start steaming. Her small slender hand accepted Mr. V's outstretched hand and continued down the stairs.
"Are you ready for a lovely evening out on the town?" He carefully placed her hand on his arm so he would be a proper escort.
"Well, I have been around the Realms, so to speak," she smiled nervously. "So it could be a little hard to impress me, but I am genuinely looking forward to the evening."
"Well that is a challenge I shall happily accept." He chuckled. He twirled his cane and escorted Ms. Scatter out of the castle. "How hungry are you?"
"Rather famished, actually." She admitted as she walked in step with him. "I only ate breakfast this morning. I worked through lunch to get all of the papers filed so I would not have to worry about it this evening."
"I worked through my lunch too," he could feel his eye twitching. "Yzma would not shut up. She kept ranting and raving about her newest plots, how useless Kronk was, and how she is searching for another way to escape this Realm to return to her previous one."
"I take it that you weren't able to actually discuss the proper partnerships and Recruit program then?" She snickered. "Should I reschedule an appointment with her."
"Ms. Scatter, I have always respected you and admired you for your great work ethic." He looked down at her. "However, if you reschedule another appointment with Yzma, I may have to triple your work."
"Well, you're always questioning my evilness," she snickered again. "Whenever you underestimate me, I always feel that I need to flex my evil powers."
"There are so many more ways that you could do that, giving me more work to do is not the way to do it though." He grimaced while trying to keep his smile on his face.
"If you say so." She giggled. "So where are we going this evening?"
"Ah, that is a surprise until we get there." He smiled down at her. "But I do assure you that it is very impressive, and there might even be a chance that you haven't been there yet."
"You're definitely livening up the expectations."
"Tell me, have you ever been to Tiana's Palace?"
"Don't you mean Tiana's Place?"
"No." He chuckled. "Tiana's Palace."
"No, I have not."
"Then you're in for a real treat." He tapped his cane and a black and purple portal spiraled before them.
"A Realm Portal?" She gasped with a stop and stared at him.
"Yes, that is what it is." He blinked at her. "Have you used one before?"
"Well, yes." She flushed and bumbled. "But why - ?"
"Please, Ms. Scatter," he frowned. "Did you really think that I would take you to a restaurant here in the Anti-Realm? I have much more class than to force you to be around ruffians and Villains when you're dressed up this nicely."
"I see. . ." She pursed her lips and began to wring her fingers. Mr. V held his hand out to her.
"Are you ready for dinner, Ms. Scatter?" She stared at his hand and hesitated on taking his hand.
"Yes." She said confidently and grasped his hand, rather tightly. He was rather taken aback by this, but said nothing and merely placed her hand on his arm and held his hand over hers.
"Hang on tight, it'll be a quick ride." He winked down at her before taking the lead and walking them through the
Thank you so much for reading! I hope that you are enjoying it!
Stay healthy during such a scary and dark time for everyone and please make sure to wash your hands.
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