Ano...
Well, thanks to the reviewers, even those that had scant to say. ;
Honestly, if you don't feel like you have anything to say, you don't need to. I monitor the hits on a story a lot more closely than the reviews; nothing says how many people read better than how many hits (I have math for getting a more accurate number than what's displayed) I'm getting.
I had to rewrite this chapter several hundred times…
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Rays of morning light shone through the tiny hole in the wall Drakken swore was a fully sized window... for a lair, anyway. Shego was about to open her eyes when a familiar scent caught her nose. Oh, but that boy would pay if he did what she thought he did. "Not going to open my eyes, I don't have to go psycho today. Or maybe I should... psycho Shego is always good for a laugh." Her thoughts died there for a moment, before her finger plopped out from her bed coverings, her finger pointed at what the best guess was the direction for the gentle, almost sweet smell, before a green bolt tore through the air. A crash was heard, and outside her door, two henchmen who had lazily been strolling by jumped, and without a second thought huddled away, hopefully somewhere safe.
Shego heard what she thought was a tiny yelp, and her hands both lit up. Her ears heard nothing more, but her senses told her something was definitely here. Opening each eye cautiously, and just enough to see through while the masks of her eyelashes hid her true target (though more from being less than adequately awake than any conscious decision), she looked around her unadorned room. Joy, she missed the rose. Indeed, there it hung from the ceiling, tied on a string.
Groaning a good morning's groan, the super-villainess sat up on her bed, and reached for the flower. Seemingly just out of her reach, she leaned a little further. Still out of her reach? That's odd, even this early in the morning her sense of distance wasn't this bad. Standing up and stretching a little, she reached again, only to swear she saw it move just out of reach. Getting her favorite finger out and pointing it at the thing, she got ready to fire another shining bolt of green at the invasion of her room, when another yelp was heard. Looking up at where the sound came from... Oh cripes. There was Possible's love toy, dangling from one of the many pipes in her ceiling (Drakken could never allow himself to move into a lair without it at least looking super-genius in design; meaning lots of pipes, blinking lights, and wires). Both hands shot up towards him and the ensuing explosion left a few dripping pipes, but her eyes followed the target. Hands coming shortly after her sight, she continued to follow blasts of semi-materialized anger at the boy, each one missing by a little less.
"YEOWCH!" There. One hit. He smashed against the wall, knocking over a nearby dresser with the force of the impact. Falling on the floor, Shego approached him slowly, hands ablaze, but paling in comparison to the burning look on her face. "You have some nerve, kiddo. Barging into my room uninvited four days in a row, even when I told you not to come back, then hanging around first thing in the morning after I made it clear I didn't even hold your feelings to a candle..." no longer seeming to have the fear for life etched in his face, but rather a confused one, Shego caved to her curiosity. "What is it, brain-boy?"
Scratching his chin for a bit, then looking at the ferret-watch laid on his wrist, Ron said simply, "11:30." In the moment of confusion, the woman's hands unlit, and a stumbled form of what was heard, to which he again replied, "11: 30." A few moments of silence passed before continuing, "You said I was in here first thing in the morning. I snuck in during lunch to hang up your rose, its almost noon." Now there was a feral growl heard rumbling from Shego's insides, one Ron knew well enough than to leave alone.
"Okay-well-nice-seeing-you-enjoy-the-rose-bye!" With that, he shot out of the room, with a few moments of silence before a fairly distant, "I'm gonna be late for class again, you gotta let me use the hover car, Drakken!" A muffled response, followed by, "You gotta have a license for these things too? You take me then!" Another response too quiet to hear, "You know that's not gonna work, so can it at least wait until I'm at school!" Drakken's voice was loud now, seemingly angry at the boy's insight, truthful though it was, "Fine, I'll take you to school if it gets you out of my hair... School is that hat place you're always going to with Kim Possible, is it not?"
Shego looked around her room. It was getting to be a habit to destroy the place, but at least it gave the lazy henchmen something to do. Among the ruins, the rose sat miraculously in the center of a rare, untouched spot. It seemed as though many thing barely missed nicking its petals, definitely a strange sight to see amongst the rubble. Picking it up and setting it in the vase with the other two roses, she noticed something odd... The first rose looked like it grew a little. Not much, but just enough to look a little more perfect than it did the day before. Shrugging, she simply put the new addition in with the other two and went out to see this plan of Drakken's that wasn't going to work.
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Wanted a longer chapter? So did I. But after about the 70-ish time I completely scrapped it or so, I stopped caring about length and just wanted to get this chapter done. Sorry for those of you that have been waiting, this wasn't a fun chapter, especially with real life saying "You only get an hour to write each day!", and that's if I don't plan on doing something more beneficial with that hour... like sleeping.