Disclaimer : I still do not own Megamind.

Noire et Bleu
Black and Blue

WARNING ::: Contains graphic smut, gore, evilness, shadows, torture and demented fluff.

The next installment, what do you guys think? Hehe. Alright, we've got the formings of an idea now, please tell me what you think. I'm not sure I'm smart enough to be doing this right so any and all advice and/or opinions are really appreciated. So REVIEW x3 I know the direction I'm officially going know and it may not all make sense right away but keep your eyes open, I've got all manner of hints in here that works with past hints you may not have found yet. Keep an eye out in future chapters too because there will be more and more. She's pretty much over the murder now, if it seems fast there are reasons for that too. Hang tight guys, it's about to get mind-fu*ky ;3

Chapter 06 : The Mona Lisa of President Wayne

Song: None

Roxanne had rounded on the villain with the grin of the Cheshire cat, something he returned with just as much ferocity as he stepped aside to allow her continued pacing. The ex-reporter had moved into scheming mode, a state of mind she suspected the genius knew well and as such he simply left her as she were, stepping towards the window and slipping out without so much as a goodbye, not that it was needed. The two had already fallen into a comfortable pattern and she knew if the mastermind was needed he would be there and if not he'd simply slither in after the sky was shaded navy. No, slither wasn't the right word. He wasn't a shady criminal doing business in a back alley, greasy hair, greasy personality, no, that would never fit. She found herself rolling over famous villains in her head but none of them would fit, the genius was one of a kind, incomparable, it would have to be up to her to give him a decent comparison. She had what could only be considered the best instructor for the job, she doubted she could come up short with his guidance, if anything her plans would be just as fancy as his though she hoped dearly they lacked the failing even if she suspected it was all show, something for a greater purpose regardless, she would have to ask.

She physically shook her head as if to shake the distraction from her mind before her eyes rested on the box by 'her' bed. It was like a trophy, wasn't it? She liked the idea of that, a monument to her first… First what? Kill? No, that she couldn't celebrate. It was a monument to her way out, to the gratifying freedom one only came across when they forsook all rules and the relevance of anyone other than one's self. Yes, that was something worth the celebration. She wanted to look at it, really and truly look but while the oaf loitered in the hall claiming her ill mental health the best she could do was to continue to look grumpy, she couldn't have him getting suspicious so soon in the game. Though he might have noticed she stopped breathing for several minutes there, he should have. Maroon.

What was it he had said? They didn't believe she was unstable, which meant they thought she was just an average, run of the mill criminal… Well, she'd need to do more to that effect right? Maybe if she ruined Wayne's plans they'd overlook the asylum, what could she do in there? Sit idly by while grown men sat in the corner playing with their lips? No, that was not the place for her in the lifetime or the next.

Flinging herself down onto her bed she pulled the pillow close and propped her head up against it. She needed to figure out what she wanted to do. She didn't want to be a criminal, to have no freedom and be hunted wherever she went but she didn't want to be held captive where, though it was frowned upon, she'd still be treated much the same. She really only had a few options and all of them involved something she wasn't completely comfortable with. She could ask Megamind for help, somehow she knew he'd give it but she didn't want to rely on him unless it was absolutely necessary. Maybe she could pull of an escape 'attempt'. If she got out, shot at someone, wounded not killed, maybe then they'd cart her off to prison instead? Wait, was she seriously this set for going there? Why on earth was she upset she wouldn't get to get beaten by the larger girls? It was foolish really.

That's when it hit her, an idea so monumental it seemed silly to have not thought of it before. It took off from the villain's plans, the domination of the capitol, but from there it only grew. Things were never fair, this world was not a happy place and she could see it day after day, children staring in the streets while the rich grew fat on food they didn't truly need. She knew what could be changed and how to change them, all she lacked was power but if her and the villain could achieve this power than what was there to stop her? All she needed were plans, to which both her and the mastermind have many that flitter by in masses. All she'd need to do was pull one like a drop in an ocean and with the help of such a genius there would be no stopping it from coming to fruition, besides the loyal government dog standing in the next room.

She didn't hate Wayne, she couldn't. They may not know each other well and of course he was much dumber than she was, making conversation difficult between the two, but his heart was in the right place. He wanted to do right, to make a difference but without correct guidance how was he to be blamed for the failure of those above him? And certainly there were those above. He was barely a pawn in a very large came of chess, simply a piece, powerful if used 'correctly'. How could she ever make him see what he is doing isn't strictly right? That these laws make no more sense than the starvation in the middle of a city of the rich? She needed these people to be seen, to be heard. They didn't have voices strong enough on their own, but her voice… It was already known, already heard, all she'd need to do is draw attention.

She heard the muffled footsteps on the carpet outside and pulled herself to sit and face the door. When it swung open Janey was staring, red eyed at her friend.

"What did he say?" Roxanne asks, confident know she knows that no matter the future she was given she was going to make one herself.

"Nothing much, he… Gave me some medicine… To help… Well he said stress but I think we both know…"

"I know what's in those." Roxanne almost snarled but the smile spread quickly. "Don't worry, I'll take them if you want me to."

"I know you won't." Janey said sternly but soon returned the smile, replying in a hushed voice. "And I won't make you."

"I take it he's gone?"

"Saw him take off towards the station, doubt he's within hearing range anymore. I take it you already have plans?"

"Something like that. Fancy helping me scheme?" Roxanne joked, petting the spot beside her on the bed. Janey was really one of a kind, after everything she was still here, still caring for her. Even now, knowing Wayne was sending her to an asylum and she didn't even care, wouldn't make her take medicine she didn't need, wouldn't even try to convince her she did something wrong because, for whatever reason, Janey was sure that Roxanne wouldn't take a life unless she was sure there was no other option. Oh darling Janey, if only she knew how grateful Roxanne was.

"So what's the plan? Terrorism? Petty theft? Oooh, are we going to go paint dirty words on the police station walls?"

"Oh, Janey, however did you know?"

Janey winked and the two shared a short chuckle before the room fell silent but there was something different about this silence than the ones that had followed the days before. This wasn't suffocating, it wasn't the calm before the stop, it was peaceful, serene.

"I'm guessing… Your plan doesn't involve the asylum."

"No, well, I'm not sure yet. It certainly won't involve me being in there though."

"How do you plan on getting away? Wayne will fine you no matter where you go."

Janey knew the answer, she just wanted to hear it.

"I'm going to ask Megamind, he might be willing to help, at a price I'm sure."

"He'd do anything for you, I swear he's adored you since the first time you kicked him in the shin."

"Somehow I doubt it." Roxanne laughed. They probably wouldn't even be the way they are now if she wasn't so influential. Alright, maybe she wasn't so much influential now but juicy gossip but she was sure she had plenty of uses, particularly with Wayne. She knew he'd still come for her, still be lured into traps for her. Why? Because he actually did care for her even though she was never particularly tolerant of his affections.

"So… When can I expect to be explain your disappearance to the police?"

"I'm not sure."

"Well, give me some time to practice my surprised face at least." She laughed.

"Deal."

The day continued like Wayne's visit had never occurred, the two watched bad films and ate from the piles of food Janey kept preparing. Not out of stress this time which Roxanne was endlessly grateful for. The small of the house was heavenly in the evening as the two started baking funny shaped cakes and doing all those girly things Roxanne had despised most of her life. She wasn't going to fight the majority anymore, she was her own person and it didn't matter what people thought of her, besides this was her friend. Her best friend. The two could be fools for days and neither one of them would ever consider the other anything more than a crazy best friend, the kind some take years to find, like a soul mate you never sleep with. Janey laughed at the comparison.

It was funny how you never really know someone until you're as low as you've ever been and still find those people by your side. One day Roxanne would repay her, she vowed this though she could never truly hope to return such a kindness. To stand by someone through something like this. Whatever Janey asked Roxanne would move time and space to give her whatever she wished. It was a promise she mad to herself and in turn silently made to Janey.

When she finally crawled into bed it must have been around midnight but she couldn't sleep, not until she told Megamind what she'd be forming most of the day. To say she was excited was an understatement. Why? Maybe she was power hungry, maybe she was really just mad but this didn't matter, nothing mattered anymore. Not in the horrible way, the crushing defeat brought on by depression but the complete freedom and strength that comes from knowing that nothing can affect you. It's a blissfully happy feeling, a feeling of strength and Roxanne found herself clinging to this through the night. It must have been in the early hours of the morning when she finally decided Megamind wasn't going to slink in until later so she settled herself down for a nap while she waited. She didn't doubt he would come, just knew he'd be up to something.

Roxanne was huddled up under the covers when she heard him slip in and settle down at the foot of the bed. She wondered if the genius thought she might be asleep as he didn't speak for some time, simply sat in silence while she stayed in the warmth of her blankets. It was nice, it felt right, well more the company felt right. In truth she'd be a little more comfortable if he were closer, a problem easily resolved.

"Need a bluer pillow." She said, amusement in her voice. She heard his comforting chuckle and his weight shifted on the bed. When he came to settle by her pillow she sat up so he could sit then quickly cuddled into his lap. She wasn't sure if this was an odd thing to do, or even if she should care. It just felt like such a natural thing, like he was a long-time friend. Perhaps he was? They talked at least once a week, he'd show her his new inventions, explain them and she'd offer her opinions and though it sounded like a constant insult to others she knew the genius was able to decipher her hidden meanings. There was always a kind of understanding between them, they knew each other in ways other people didn't. It wasn't normal, it didn't need to be.

"Megamind?"

"Yes, Miss Ritchie?"

"Take me away?"

"As far as you like."

"Further than that."

"Of course."

The room fell into silence for again for some time, the soft sound of Megamind breathing, his fingers through her hair that she hadn't even known were there at first. She smiled, feeling his warmth… A lot of warmth actually.

"You're really hot." She said rather matter of factly, lifting her hand to his thigh and testing his temperature.

"Why thank you" he laughed and she slapped the place she had been resting her hand. "What? You said it."

"I meant your body… Er… Temperature. You're hot in temperature. Shut up." She laughed as he continued to chuckle sending waves of rumbling warmth around her. There was something so comforting about that laugh, something that made her feel safe. It was such a unique laugh, it was his laugh. Entirely and completely his and that was something no one could ever mimic. That was why it was comforting, because only one man could laugh that way, make that sound, that rumbling purr and that person was someone who she felt understood her more than anyone.

"Why?" she asked once he settled and began stroking her hair again.

"My body temperature is a few degrees above yours, not much but enough to notice. 39.7 °C to be exact."

"Toasty." Roxanne smirked.

"Yes, Roxy, very toasty. But why the sudden curiosity about my body temperature? I would have thought that to be the last thing on your mind."

"Wait, you're curious at my curiosity?"

"Bet you're curious to know."

Roxanne smirked. "I don't know, sometimes I forget…"

"That I'm not human." He finishes.

"Something like that." She sighs. "Not that it really matters."

"I know plenty of people who would disagree."

"Well it doesn't matter to me."

Megamind made some sort of noise between a sigh and a chuckle. "Thank-you, Roxy."

She pushed herself up and was immediately met by a pair of bright green voids, like liquid emeralds that reflected even the slightest of light while her slate-greys seemed to absorb it and trap it in a world of total nothingness. She felt like his very own contradiction, an opposite that cancels out the first and yet there's room for her to be canceled out in return.

"So what was your plan? Run off into the sunset? It's a bit dark for that now but maybe we could start a new trend."

"I was thinking disappear into the shadows, more ominous." She smirked before her face grew serious. "I don't want to spend the next five years hugging myself." She confessed.

"You want to spend the next five years being hugged be me?"

"Well we've got a head start, sort of. Do you consider this hugging?"

"Hmm… Let me think…" all of a sudden she felt his arm snake around her waist and before she could even protest he was hugging her, her face buried into the crook of his neck. She didn't even consider struggling, not even pretending to. Instead she just hugged him back, simple and comfortable and safe.

"You're such a pain" she laughs.

"And you're a pleasure" he rumbles and she imagine the suggestive look on his face.

"Don't flirt with me while I'm so close to your jugular."

"Is that a threat or should I assume it's a sign you're in the mood?"

"Gees, you're impossible."

"Well if we follow the format of this conversation that would mean you're-"

"Say easy and I bite."

"Easy, easy, no need to get violent." He mocked

"Tough, I'm going to anyway you smartass." She launched the attack and pushed him against the bed, climbing over his chest and pinning him with her legs "Hazzah!"

"Oh, Miss Ritchie, I never suspected you were the dominating kind."

"And who would see you as submissive?"

"We'll shock the world with our sexual fetishes. Now tell me, what's the plan."

"I'm being asked about my plans an awful lot today. To be honest I only have a vague idea so I figure why not-"

"Ask the mastermind?"

"Exactly. So, suggestions?"

"How can I give suggestions when I don't even have the basic idea?"

"Oh come now, I think you know where my minds at. You always do."

"My mind's a little more preoccupied with the body at the moment."

"Pervert"

"Seductress."

"You love it."

"I do, now tell me before the anticipation has me undone."

She slid off to sit beside him and he quickly righted himself, his eyes fixed firmly on hers as she began to introduce him to the plan she'd slowly been forming.

"Poverty, Cruelty, pollution, capitalism, prejudice, war, crime, disease. These are the things wrong with the world. These are the things I wasn't to fix."

"What do you possibly intend to do?"

"Eradicate them all."

"There's no way, not in a million lifetimes. You aim high, Roxy, but without-"

"If all the money invested into the army was spent on food for one single day world hunger could be eradicated. More than 50% of the food we produce is never consumed, most of it produced by the very people who starve."

"And how are you to convince the super power of the world to drop their defences for an entire day, to give up their place on the throne."

"They'd have no choice; they would need to be forced."

"You could never force them, not as a single person, an ant against a swarm of wasps."

"I wouldn't be alone." She winked

"I don't count." He smirked

"I never said you did. The rich will never be convinced their happy life is a lie but plant a single seed of hope among the masses of a down-trodden population and a rebellion is sure to form."

"You expect the nobodys, the forgotten, to face the full force of the greatest mortal power?"

"No I don't. Poverty, starvation, no education. The worst problems in this world are stemmed by money or lack thereof."

"You mean to make them all rich?" he joked.

"No, rather make them all poor. Eradicate the need for currency, disregard consumerism and debts. Those with money are above those without and it is all to do with circumstance."

"You can't just wake up in the morning and have money no longer exist."

"No I can't, it will need to be gradual, introduce a better method. The system begins to crumble in favour of one that works better, the government will fall."

"And what of all the others? You say the wealthy and the strong cannot have such a change forced on them but you cannot expect the world to be run by the nobodys who destroyed it."

"Once it all begins to fall they will have no choice, convert or be destroyed."

"You mean to eliminate those who do not fit into your puzzle?" He said, mocking concern but his eyes where already aflame with interest and understanding. A chemical flame. Fire green.

"The government controls them at mass through deception; we can control them through truth, expose the injustices hidden from them."

"World-wide panic, mutiny, disbelief. They'd crush us before we'd even begun, you'd crumble a reality these people have known all their lives, they'd lose all direction, wouldn't know who to fight. How do you expect to control a world that's not only in chaos with those above them but those who stand beside and bellow them."

"They can't be eased into these things, their world is an entire lie."

"They can't have a bomb dropped, Rox."

"Unless it's dropped by someone they already look up to, someone above the highest."

"The highest place of power? The president?"

"Exactly, it's all we would need."

"You could never do it, you'll be a wanted criminal, the only way you'll find yourself sitting at the office to expose a huge injustice that the government is hiding, to turn them onto those above them."

"But that wouldn't work, you said so yourself, to crumble the very foundation they're built upon would bring the world to ruin."

"You need a new face."

"A puppet, a distraction, we change the world behind the eyes of someone they trust."

"We use the president to induce a riot from the lower people? I see the workings but not a perfect piece, you're working backwards from the Mona Lisa but really you should be starting from a sketch."

"I never said it wasn't flawed, it's why I need you, you'd be the mastermind behind the plans. Find the holes I in my thinking and I'll find the holes in yours."

"Where do we start? You picked an area to change and I follow you. Eradicate poverty opens doors to education, less disease, less hunger, people who have the same rights as the rich will lose the cruelty they gain from an uneducated childhood. Prejudice, war, crime and more would all be highly corrected by appropriate teachings but we still need the first rung of the ladder."

"We need a face, right from the start. Someone to speak for us."

"But who would speak for a villain and a murder?"

"They don't need to know it's us. We instruct them from afar, hints at first, let them think they run the show and we're just on the sidelines."

"That would certainly work at first, give as a point to work from, but who could we pick the world would love right from go?"

"Isn't it obvious? Not intelligent enough to fight but influential, loved, with a firm vision of justice."

"Wayne…"

"Wayne."

"A starting point."

"The starting point."

"Roxanne, you're a genius."

"Nope, smart enough to be good, dumb enough to be great."

In a matter of minutes they had their starting point and the foundations of an idea. If Megamind was sour of his current and prolonged failure to destroy the hero he certainly didn't show it, instead the two of them took turns pacing, speaking whatever came to their mind as they formed loose and distorted ideas which were converted as they reached the others ears, from their they would pace and tell of the reformation and slight solidification of the prior idea until they were almost flawless on their own. Those ideas were merged with others, some scrapped while others grew. By sunrise they couldn't keep their mouths shut for more than a few moments at a time and the decision of Roxanne's future had been made. When Janey knocked on the door that morning the genius had thrown it open, startling the poor girl half to death before pulling her inside.

At first Janey simply stared, slack jawed and shocked but it cleared up fast as Roxanne began explaining, not of the great plan but of how Megamind would take her away, leave her in another city under a new name and make sure she'd never need to wear a white jacket or hug herself. The two were somewhat manic as they spoke, not always making complete sense to anyone but each-other but Janey didn't mind, simply offered her input when needed until the conversation started to whittle down and it was clearly time for goodbyes.

"I'll come back often, whenever I get the chance." Roxanne grinned.

"How? Wayne won't stop looking for you, he'll probably think Megamind did something to you."

"Hah, let the fool." Megamind laughed before his gaze fixed on Roxanne. She tapped the watch subtly as if asking permission and he nodded slyly, turning to watch the other girl's reaction. In a few moments the dial had been turned and ever so slowly the red light mesh began to consume her, little cubes flickering into the navy fabric, yellow skin and black lengthy hand of the female cop Roxanne knew no longer existed. Standing in her new skin she bowed and twirled, giggling slightly at the absurdity of it all. Janey simply gasped and began touching everything she could reach just like Roxanne the very first time she had turned the dial. It was still a novelty to her and she knew the unearthly genius found their reactions beyond amusing. She wondered briefly how it must feel to invent something so un-believable, so surreal, to bring it to reality from the simple idea.

"We'd better go." He finally chuckled, standing and gesturing towards the window. "You can come by and see how everything went with Wayne and the cops tomorrow or the day after, depends how long it takes them to clear out. Or if you like we could join them?" he asks with a low, scheming chuckle. She was quickly finding that this was one of her favourites.

"Alright." She sighed, diving at her friend and giving her a tight hug. "I'll see you in a few days, okay Janey?"

"You take care of yourself, tell me what city you move to, I want to know you're safe when you're not around."

"Of course, the moment I get a place I'll let you know."

"Be careful."

"I know, I know." Roxanne laughed, finally letting go and stepping back, irritated already by the fake hair constantly falling across her face. She followed Megamind out the window before leaning back in as Janey passed out the packed bag and box that carried Roxanne's precious 'trophy' and after a final round of goodbyes the villain and his apprentice turned towards the garden and made their way forward. It was about mid-morning but Megamind didn't seem too worried about being spotted and when he made a sudden stop in the middle of the yard Roxanne had to raise an eyebrow.

"What's up?"

"Just getting the boot." He said casually before, out of nowhere, a pitch black car began to materialize and the boot popped open with a click.

"Oh…" Roxanne exclaimed. "That's the car minion usually picks me up in, right?"

"One and the same." He smiled, opening the side door and taking her belongings so she could step in. He walks around the back for a moment before coming around the other side and sliding in, turning a wide and proud smile before twirling the keys around his long finger. "Meet my baby, or at least meet her when you're completely awake." He laughs in that lovely purr so strictly his, so irreplaceable, one of a kind.

"Does she have a name?" she asked, sliding her hand along the headboard while her eyes run excitedly over the dozens of glowing buttons, levers and screens.

"Hmm? I don't believe she does… We just call her the invisible car."

"Well you and Minion will have to remedy it before I ride her next. Speaking of, how is minion?" she hadn't seen him in what felt like forever and if she was honest with herself she was missing his polite and bubbly chatter. When she thought of Megamind she always thought of Minion, the two just seemed to belong together.

"If you like we can go see him? I think he's at the lair, if not he'll be there soon."

"You'd take me to the lair? As in the lair?"

"If you'd like." he replies, finally starting up the engine with a soft thrum and smiling like a proud father.

"Of course." She says, trying her best not to start bouncing in her seat. The lair, the real and true evil lair, the place of the genius's operations. She couldn't believe it.

"Minion can prepare some lunch while we discuss you're future residence." He says, leaving the car on but still in place as he flicks a switch on his watch, lifting it to his dark lips and speaking into it. "Code: Miss Ritchie's coming for lunch."

Roxanne tried her best not to laugh as the watch replied in the perfect mimic of Minion's voice.

"Code: Eeee! That's wonderful! I have just the thing, I've been wanting to make this lemon and custard tart and- oh sir, don't tell me you're going to use the knock-out spray. You know I'm sure using it so often will start to affect her health and maybe even her smell, if she comes here and can't smell my food I want be to happy-"

"Code: She's in the car with me, completely conscious."

"Code: Miss Ritchie! Hello! Can she hear me?" he yells excitedly from the other side, there's a lot of banging and the clatter of pots and she quickly suspects he'd already started cooking.

"Code: Driving, Minion. It's bad to talk on the watch and drive."

With that he clicked the switch again and Roxanne allowed herself to fall apart, laughing so much her cheeks began to hurt and her stomach tightening to a point of agony.

"Code: That was awesome" she manages to choke between fits of laughter. Megamind simply winks and the two head out down the street.

Pannanarae18 8/4/12 . chapter 5

I'm glad you liked it x3 Here's some more ;3

Guest 8/4/12 . chapter 5

Haha! Thanks x3 Actually I was watching a movie about crazies, I don't remember what it was called though, just that it had lots of yelling XD

Chapter End

Notes on the Criminal Mind / Contains Spoilers

Again, not much to go here nothing to explain without revealing too much x3 fact about the army is true though, the american army to be exact.

THANKS FOR READING