Thanks you so much for the reviews! Now I'm just gonna answer some stuff…
First of all this is meant to be complicated. Hence the title. How villains are supposed to love each other when they are supposed to be evil interests me. And though I like how Drakken is sometimes nice to Shego on the show, sometimes he thinks nothing of her feelings at all. So this chapter kinda sorta gives you a little bit of nicehappy D/Sness. But it won't last long heh.
Shego had just finished throwing up in the bathroom in the hall. Now she was mainly lying on the floor and cursing Drakken to hell. She didn't necessarily believe in such a place but it seemed the appropriate location to send him to. 'Why the hell would he do this to me?' but she knew. Secretly she'd always known that Drakken wanted her but she never gave in even when she wanted him back sometimes.
He heard her and knew where she was but he wasn't sure whether or not to check on her. When she stopped making noise his stomach started to hurt. If anything had happened to her it was his fault. 'Why do I put her through so much pain? It's like a hate her but I know I don't I just want her to feel bad around me.' After the first year of working with Shego, Drakken fell in love with her but she was always going out with other guys. They were all muscular and tan and attractive and he wasn't even a normal skin color. The state of depression he'd fell in from that had led him out of love with Shego and left him with a desire to see her hurt. He never cared about her not even when she cried in front of him. Though the crying was because of her having uncontrollable mood problems, but at the time he did not know that. And all that time he never cared. 'Just waiting for me to talk like you actually care what I have to say. But we both know you don't.' He reflected on what Shego had said. 'Why does she stay with me if she knows I don't care?' Suddenly the weight of how much she meant to him hit him and he almost physically fell down because of it. But instead he pressed on. He threw open the bathroom door and saw her lying pitifully on the floor.
He was just looming over her but he wasn't smiling like she figured he would be. And that made her angrier. She lunged at him, simultaneously turning on her glow and aiming for his face. Normally she would only hit him after he tried in vain to avoid her but this time he just let her hit him. And she kept hitting him over and over and over again until his face was raw and bloody. Then she stopped and stepped back to admire her handy work but it didn't give her any pleasure.
"Well you look about as bad as I feel." She said and slumped down next to him.
Now he smiled. "I was just about to say the same to you."
She punched again but this time it was playful and she leaned her head on his shoulder.
"You're forgiven," she told him. And that was that.