Based off of "The Green Wraith" story concept and art by YogurthFrost. Used with permission. This story is intended for entertainment purposes only, contains KiGo (duh), and worst of all, may be well written.
Bored
That was the word. The terrible stillness that surrounded her almost everywhere she went now. Ever since Drakken had "accepted" the pardon that the leaders of earth had given them in gratitude for their efforts in thwarting an alien invasion. Truth be told, currency-preferably in its mineral form-would've carried the sentiment better, she thought. Being a thief wasn't the most lavish lifestyle, especially while under contract. The loot from her heists usually went right to Drakken. She used to spend her meager salary on exotic vacations since her employer took care of basic necessities, but in recent years, instead of flying halfway around the world to lounge on each, she just purchased a lawn chair and a tanning lamp. With light proof sunglasses and earphones in, she could hardly tell the difference.
Bored
It came with the job. Shego knew that, as a thief, she'd sped days at a time that dreary state, in return for a few hours, or minutes depending on the job, running on pure adrenaline. Not that she went on many jobs anymore. Now she only left the lair for two reasons. One, to "acquire" the occasional piece of technology Drakken needed, but no sane person would sell, and therefore entrust, to him.
Bored
She knew was a necessary part of her life. Boredom came with the territory. She might as well spend it as comfortable as possible. Shego felt herself sink further into the chair, drifting into sleep. The one relief from boredom left to her at the moment.
Bzzzt
Her phone, set on vibrate, began buzzing from her dresser. She briefly considered vaporizing it, but instead got up and walked to it checking her messages.
Hey, I should be done with missions for the rest of the week.
Want to meet up? Usual time, usual place? -KP
A faint smile tugged at her lips. That was the second reason she left the lair. Kim. She began spending some time with her old archfoe off the clock. At first, who is just to stay in shape, but more recently-since most of Kim's friends were attending college out-of-state-they began meeting up in a nearby café. Shego typed a brief reply.
Workout or latte?
The answer was almost instant.
Workout.
"Doc," Shego called, reaching for a coat sporting her trademark colors. "I'm heading out."
"Have fun Shego. Oh, and tell that insufferable do-gooder I said hi." He called back from the floors below.
Shego chuckled softly to herself before leaving.
Sigh
Kim exhaled slowly, staring at the pile of books and papers before her. Her right hand twitched, almost dropping the pencil it held. Her palms ached. She sat at her desk keeping watch over a mound of textbooks and paperwork. A series of crumpled papers littered the wastebasket and she'd pulled up beside her chair. An extra two days of homework she had to catch up on all because of some scientists who decided to get lost in some godforsaken cave in the Himalayas. She recalled, with some envy, the days were she could finish her homework quickly and have time left over to help Ron with his. She vaguely thought that it will be worth it completely to have to do both of their homework if he'd decided to attend school with her. They still talked often, but it wasn't the same as him being there.
Sigh
She crumpled up another page, shorthand characters covering two thirds of it, and threw it in the trash. She really hated writing. This is so difficult keep everything in her head at once, not to mention being able to think and act for someone else. Idly, she mused that characters must have it easy in comparison. Authors had the really tough job. She didn't know how they managed to stay sane.
Sigh
She wished, no needed a distraction. Anything to get her mind off of the 300 pounds of paperwork that her desk was currently groaning under. She withdrew her phone. Whereas when she used to need a break from reality she'd call up Ron, now she just messaged Shego. She'd once joked that someone might mistake the green woman for her new sidekick. Shego'd scoffed, stating that Ron could never vaporize troublesome gossips. The woman had grinned mischievously, saying that she wouldn't have that problem. Kim drifted, rather than snapped out of her memory, a faint smile on her face. She opened her phone.
1 New Message
Kim frowned, opening the message.
Workout, or latte?
Kim grinned. Sometimes, she swore, Shego just knew.
Workout.
"Dad," She called, reaching for light brown coat. "I'm heading out."
"Have fun dear." Came her father's reply. "Back home before 11 remember? And no boys."
"Right dad, no boys." Kim grinned, stepping out of her room and closing the door behind her.
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