Ch4

Sorry for the huge wait! I recently moved into an apartment (yaay me!) and going to college. I'm just finally getting used to the crazy sleeping schedule, but whatevs. Here's chapter 4 pretty much 3x longer then the recent as compensation.

Thea arched her silvering eyebrow in curiosity; her daughter, and she definitely uses that term loosely, called her for a favor. Here she was in the lair of her biggest mistake being asked to take care of their- ugh 'daughter' for a while.

"...And why should I do such an atrocious thing?" she asked, her voice laced with malice. Drakken scratched the back of his head in nervousness, "Well, ma'am it would be quite difficult to explain, but the reasoning would be that Letta would very much like to get to know her other grandparents,"

"As plot less as your explanation is, I'll take her for the week," the aging woman sighed. She glared at the blue teen, "When we get to the mansion, we must do something about your coloring," she added. Letta glanced herself over then returned a glare of her own to the woman. Thea turned to leave, Letta in tow with a few changes of clothes.

After they left, Drakken turned to Shego and inquired, "Suppose she will be safe in your parents care?". Shego gave him a deadpan look, "As far as physically, yeah however she's pretty much gonna have so many rules and regulations, schedules, and tutoring shoved down her neck we might hear of her taking over the white house by the end of the week,". Drakken blinked, "I'm torn between praising her and your parents if she's even able to pull that off or going to upperton and annihilating everything in sight,"

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"So you're at Igo and Theygo's for the week," Tim confirmed. "Yeah," Letta responded. She switched her cellphone to the other hand while she put her things into the dresser, "Thea didn't say anything to me the whole ride up and Ian just looked down at me. So far I'm in the room farthest to the back of the mansion so I pretty much know where I stand on this side of the family,". She could hear Tim sigh on the other end, "Kay then. Tough it out over there solider girl, I'll see you in a week,". "Okay, bye Tim," she said.

She sat on the edge of the bed and just looked at her cellphone for a while. Two knocks were heard from the door then Ian and Thea entered in looking as smug and superior as ever, "Now that you're done with your... unpacking, it is imperative that you know the rules of this house," Thea scoffed much to Letta's dismay. Ian cleared his throat and begun, "You have a strict 7 o'clock curfew meaning you are to be in bed by that time, since you are so uneducated in proper manners you shall have a tutor around 6:30 in the morning, then music lessons, proper grammar, sewing, afternoon lunch, then if by some miracle we can find something to cover up that ungodly blue skin of yours, go to a social gathering held at Lady Genald's mansion. I suppose you have the bare minimum of elegance, do you? Never mind we shall have a tutor for that as well, do you understand?"

"Yeah, I actually see why mom turned to a life of crime," Letta commented. "Another thing, " Thea noted, "Your name, what kind of uncouth person would name their child something as meaningless as Letta? It sounds as if you were named by a drug addict who was trying to pronounce 'letter',". Letta narrowed her gaze at them, "My name is a combination of my birth parents names; Lenard and Ritta. My birth dad died the same day I was born, but they had already confirmed what they wanted to name me beforehand. My birth mother apparently struggled raising me on her own and passed away from sickness by the time I was 3 and since they had no living relatives, I went to an orphanage. My real last name was lost in paperwork. The only reason I know this is because I was allowed to see my legal file, so before you look down at what my name is, find out why I was named so,"

Thea waved her comment off, "Either way as long as you stay here you will be called Lyra,". "...This is one of the circles of hell isn't it?" Letta- er Lyra asked. Ian scoffed, "Please hell isn't nearly as well furnished as this,". 'But the Lucifer gives people what they want like this,' Letta thought.

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Her first day went by grudgingly; waking up by 6 in the morning completely pissed her off, her 'proper manners' tutor was an angry 87 year old hag with a ruler and would smack her hands if Letta did anything incorrectly- leading to an incineration of a few things, music lessons lasted for four hours- the violin, flute, singing, piano- all Letta couldn't play but she excelled with a guitar and harp, but her groanparents forbade her to touch a guitar again, proper grammar was a bore, sewing resulted in the use of a lot of band aids, when lunch finally came around, Letta was ready to burn half of the mansion to the was a lesson in elegance meaning walking, behaving, and presenting oneself like a lady (Blech!). When she went back to her room the groanparents and a small army of people were inside waiting.

"I'll go ahead and say this before anything happens: I won't go down without a fight," she warned. Thea rolled her eyes, "These people are the best make-up artists in the world. Everyone, this is you worst task yet- making this look human," Letta sneered at her comment. one of the make up masters- a very petite woman approached Letta looking her over and nodded. "Should we have her dressed before we start or after?" she asked the two. "Do what you can with it, her dress will arrive later!," Thea snapped making Letta arch a eyebrow.

She along with Ian left the room while the small make up army did the best with the blue girl.

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Two and a half hours later the artists moved back to admire what they had done. They were able to cover up the blue skin completely and give the image of pale skin with hidden tones of bronze lightly around her face, neck and shoulders.

"That was more difficult than I first thought," one of them commented, "Yes, whem Master Ian said they had a blue child in serious need of a makeover I thought he meant the girl was just depressed- not blue blue," another piped up. A third who held a camera spoke," Good thing we took before and after pictures. People seeing this one will surely hire us more often!"

"I can hear you!" Letta yelled gathering the attention of all present in the room. At that moment Ian and Thea walked in with a deep purple dress. "Well you all certainly do work wonders on even the most horrible of cases," Ian retorted, "All that is left is to put purple eye shadow on her and dress her up,"

A few minutes later Letta was in a purple backless dress reaching mid shin and with a lighter purple strip of cloth around her waist. She looked in the mirror, 'Other than the black hair and green eyes, I gotta admit I almost look like my old self' she shook her head, 'Whatever, I still prefer the blue than the white,'.

A soft knock sounded at the door, expecting the greater of eight evils Letta was surprised to find a maid. She bowed slightly, "Miss Lyra, Lady Thea and Master Ian are waiting for you in the town car,". Letta made a face, "Miss Lyra, I trongly advise against doing something like that in front of the Master's and Lady's social groups," the maid warned more out of fear than annoyance, "Please follow me,"

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Tim was elbow deep in a themohydrolic missile he and his twin was building. "Think Letgo's ok at Shego's parent's?" he asked. Jim removed his goggles, "Dude she's been through worse than this. The real question is if you think Shego's parents are surving Letta,". They both laughed, "Yeah those two are way too uptight, easy pickings for our girl," Tim joked giving a high five to his brother.

"Hey there Possible squared, whacha workin' on?" a sing-song voice asked. Jim looked up, "Hey Carmen!" he ran over and hugged his girlfriend, "Jim, c'mon man don't do that especially since mine is gone for the week," Tim huffed playfully, "Sorry," they apologised in unison. "Anyway we're making a missile to destroy Bonnie's huge hot tub," Jim explained.

"Junior's Bonnie? Why?" she asked, "Vengeance for the hot sauce underwear gift she sent 'with love' on our birthday," they replied. "Oh," carmen said," Well you should make sure that the metallic casing is made of a dissolvable metal so on impact there can be no trace of it back to you guys. My dad has tried that before attacking Drakken's tropical lair a few years back,". The twins looked at each other, "Drakken has a tropical lair?" Jim queried. "Had. He had a tropical lair," Carmen corrected.

"Villains daughters, man," Tim sighed shaking his head, "Pure evil yet innocent. Why do we love them!?" Jim shouted with a huge grin. Carmen grabbed a pair of goggles and started helping them with their missile.

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Arriving at Lady Genald's villa was the easy part for Letta, but being introduced as an inner city ward spending a week with the privileged in order to turn her life around almost got her to blast Ian and Thea where they stood. Thanks to them everyone was treating her like she just came to america from a famine ravaged village in Africa and speaking slowly to her.

She took a plate and made her way to the buffet. She glanced over the foods, easily identifying them from previous villain get togethers. She put a fairly moderate amount on her plate- making sure it was all finger foods since they kept eyeing her like she'd steal the silverware ( which was probably true considering). A very large sweaty woman in a all too bright for reality orange dress trotted up to her, "Oh you poor dear!," she exclaimed pulling poor Letta into a sweaty hug, "This must be the first real meal you've ever had! Well go ahead and eat to your heart's content! Oh, where are my manners? I am Sylvia Genald. Its very nice to meet you little Lyra," she smiled.

"Charmed," Letta replied, 'Oh how mom woulda had a field day here,' she thought. Genald gasped, "And such manners! You must be a lucky one! You are not pregnant, I'm pretty sure you're not skinny like that from drugs- oh I bet you're the oldest of 14 children as well, well good for you for finding a way out, for a week I mean. Your pimp must be worried about his revenues since your not there at the moment, but it was very nice meeting you,". 'What the hell do these people thing the middle class is really like!?' Letta couldn't help but roll her eyes and walk away.

She sat farthest away from the privileged nimrods and ate underneath a tree. "Hello," a voice greeted. She growled in annoyance, turning she came face to face with a man who looked no older than about 26; he had sandy blonde hair, deep brown eyes, and a dazzling white smile all wrapped up in a stone gray business suit. "Hello to you two," she replied in surprise. He laughed, "Yes, I came over to say don't take what Lady Genald says to heart- she's been a sheltered woman for years,". "That much is obvious," she retorted.

"Well from what I heard around the grounds you are Lyra, right?" he asked. "Nope," she replied leaning on the tree and picking up a chocolate off her plate, "Name's Letta Go, Ian and Thea's granddaughter though they hate to admit it,". He smiled again, "And whose child are you? Hego's or Mego's?". She stifled a laugh, "Think the black sheep of Team Go,". His eyes widened, "You are the daughter of Shego?" he asked in a hushed tone. "Ding ding, you win the hundred peanut question," she joked.

The man leaned on the tree, "No wonder they covered up who you were," he mumbled. She looked up, "Two things; who are you and what are you talking about?". "Oh sorry. My name is Mantheo. I'm here in place of my parents and what I mean is that Shego has had a horrible reputation of completely destroying social gatherings like this. Much to the point that the entire Go family was banned from them until the children were old enough to be out on their own, or was it until they got their superpowers under control?" he explained

"Makes sense," she noted, "Mom's anger does get the better of her,". Mantheo sat next to her beneath the tree, Letta scooted away. "Was I too close? My apologies. Out of curiosity, how has the uh, 'black sheep of team Go' as you put it doing?" he asked. "Well," Letta thought, " Married with twins- my little brother and sister. I'm their adopted kid and pretty much handle the twins when they're off 'working',". "Ah so she has a steady job then," he confirmed. "Ish" she ended.

A commotion from the epicenter of the gathering slowly pulled everyone from what they were doing and towards the sweaty Lady Genald. Mantheo got up and extended a hand to Letta. "There's an announcement, we should really get over there. It would be impolite to keep them waiting," he explained. She gave a suspicious face but complied.