“Sun bathing again?”
Shego looked towards the voice, covering up her naked body with her towel, “If you must know Iigo, yes, I –am- sunbathing –again-. Did it ever occur to you I locked the access door for a reason?”
Iigo smirked, “I don’t use doorknobs, so I didn’t know it was locked. So why are you hiding out up here rather than being downstairs with the rest of your family?”
Shego frowned, “My ‘family’ as you so nicely put it, drives me crazy. I can’t see how you put up with them! Besides…this is something that is actually fun.”
Iigo shook her head, “Always the same. You never change Shego. Always angry and spiteful. It’s actually cute in a strange way how you look when your mad. Though I’ll never understand what you see in sun bathing. It’s been your little obsession since you woke up.”
Shego frowned. Since she woke up meant since she had come out of the coma that she had been thrown into. The coma caused by that comet.
It had actually been a miracle that anyone survived that comet’s impact at all, much the six of them. Shego still questioned it, but her doubts where hard to found. She had no memory from before she had woken up, and despite everything that she seemed to know, she still didn’t know who she had been.
The thought of never knowing who she had been scared her, but her brothers and sister seemed to be alright with not remembering who they had been before. Shego found herself all to often staring at them in disbelief on how ignorant they preferred to be. It was disgusting to her to think that a person would abandon who they used to be so easily.
Even Iigo didn’t bother to even try to think about the past, shrugging it off like it was nothing to be concerned with.
She forced herself to focus for a moment, “I like to sunbathe. It feels good to have it’s warm embrace over my skin. It’s not like I burn anyways.” She was right, her pale green skin never even singed. Without that kind of problem to face, sunbathing was an enjoyable activity that Shego only could only really enjoy naked, because the only clothes she owned covered up too much skin.
“Shouldn’t you be off…I don’t know…brushing Mego’s hair or something?” Shego pulled her turtle neck back on, and then the jeans that had been discarded hours ago when she first came out onto the roof.
Iigo shook her head, “Nope. I’ve got nothing…so I figured that since you’re the only one who doesn’t know what she can do, why not work on it?”
Shego frowned at the idea. She was already a bit of a freak in her own eyes with the pale green skin, and didn’t want to add to it. “I don’t know…I’m happy not knowing what that might hold for me. I’d much rather just go find a nice book or movie and curl up on the couch.”
Besides, working on her glow meant going to that room. She hated that room. It was pure white save for the long mirror that completely covered one wall. It was so sterile and impersonal that Shego felt uncomfortable going in there.
“Please? For me?” Iigo was batting her eyes, a surprising little tactic that worked so well thanks to the large doe like nature of them. Shego’s will was crushed like a sheet of paper before a bulldozer.
“Fine…but I’m not going to like it.” She followed her sister down the stairs and to that room. She paused as she faced the open doorway, took a deep breathe and only after closing her eyes, stepped inside.
Closing her eyes didn’t help her over come the fact that she was in the room that sent chills up and down her spine, but it did make it easier to step inside.
“So have you been practicing on your glow like I showed you?” Iigo spoke sweetly like she knew what Shego was going to say before she said it.
Shego sighed, “No. You know I could careless about this stuff. Why you and everybody else in this family is so excited to have their powers, I’d prefer to be power free. Rainbow comet produced glows or not, I would like to just be normal.”
Iigo raised an eyebrow, “Your hair is black, and shimmers a little green. Heck even your skin is greenish. I look like an albino, Mego has pale purple skin, and Hego has blue hair. The only ones that got off easy are Wego, and they have red hair. Face it, you and everyone else in the family is not going to be normal. So the sooner you stop having a pity party, the sooner we can start.”
Shego’s mouth moved, but now sound came out. A pity party? Shego have a pity party?
It felt like her body was getting warmer as her anger bubbled. Her knuckles popped as she tightened her fists and glared at her sister.
“Very good Shego, you’re now glowing,” Iigo was a little amused as she spoke to her sister.
Shego turned slightly and looked towards the mirror and her eyes widened. An aura of shimmering green had surrounded her, and blazed especially bright from her fists. And as suddenly has it had come, it was gone.
“But…you need to work on control,” Iigo was curious now. So Shego…you do have a strong glow…but can you control it?
Shego looked at her hands, and frowned. She had been glowing like a nightlight just a moment ago, and her hands had been doing it even stronger than the rest of her. Was it possible that they could glow on their own? The notion seemed like it was right, so she stared at her hands, trying to think of what had triggered it.
Iigo. Iigo telling her that she was wallowing in pity.
There was a slight flicker.
Shego focused on the feeling, concentrating on the anger as her eyes started to narrow.
Another flicker. Then another.
Hego. The big idiot he was insisting that they should all be super heroes. Not even considering how everyone else felt about it.
Her hands lit up with a “Woomph”. The glow danced and flickered over her skin, threatening to go out at her amazement. Shego focused herself on her anger and smirked as she tried a couple of quick jabs in the air. That would look so cool in the dark.
“Up for a fight are we?” Iigo’s question never needed to be asked because her body craved the exercise that a fight would give her. She dropped into a partial crouch, her palms forward, fingers curled, but not clenched. Yes, she needed it.
Shego looked at her flaming fists and grinned, her body already shifting without her thinking about it as she faced her sister. “Why not? You could use a little exercise after all those doughnuts you keep eating.”
Iigo’s eyes glared with anger as her body light with her soft white glow. She dropped into the floor and out of sight, leaving a confused Shego.
“No fair Iigo! I can’t drop through the floor like that!”
“Boo.” It was behind her, Shego’s body already whipping into an attack as she swung her fist in a back hand. The green glow met the white and it was like she hit a brick wall with her hand. It just wouldn’t move. “Seems our powers don’t work against each other very well.” Iigo’s knee flashed up and at Shego’s stomach, trying to get a bit of pain in for the hurtful comment.
The woman didn’t even think about it as she blocked the knee, and used it as a way to launch herself up, her knees aimed at her sister.
The man smiled as he watch the two women go at it from his room behind the mirror, “Shego is progressing rather nicely isn’t she?”
A thin man with large glasses, and a clipboard nodded as he scribbled on his papers, “Nicely indeed Sir. She’s actually gotten control over her glow…three times faster than Iigo, who was the quickest adjusting before.”
The man smiled more proudly, “Naturally. I told you she’d be the best of them.”
Glasses flipped through his papers, “Sir she also seems anti-social, cynical, and appears to doubt most of what Iigo is telling her.”
The man rubbed his jaw, “As long as Global Justice doesn’t catch wind of what we’re doing here, I can handle her. Alright, you can go now. And tell Iigo I need to see her when she has a private moment.”
“Ms. Paper, we need to talk.” A woman with an eye patch jogged up behind the young red head who was walking away from her at a fast clip.
Ms. Paper, as she had been called turned in mid stride and glared at the woman behind her, “About what exactly Dr. Director? You soaked my only copy of Tale of Two Cities! I have nothing to say to you! Now let me go home already!”
Dr. Director faltered, “I told you I’m sorry…I’ll even by another copy for you. Just come back to my office…we have a very important mission for you.”
“A first edition copy?” Ms. Paper’s heart skipped a beat in excitement.
“Yes, a first edition, just please come with me Ms. Paper.” Dr. Director began leading the way back towards her office, hoping that nothing else would interrupt this mission brief.
“Why do you insist on calling me that? Especially after I keep telling you to call me Kim or if you insist on being formal, Ms. Possible, not ‘Ms. Paper’.”
Dr. Director forced herself to remain calm, and spoke coldly, “I’m not supposed to do that. Your official designation is Ms. Paper, or The Paper, nothing else. It’s to protect your identity, which I’m sure I’ve explained before.”
The woman sighed, “I know…but Ms. Paper just sounds so stuffy…so when am I getting this book?”
Dr. Director groaned inside. Why did I have to be her handler? Why couldn’t someone else deal with her? I mean sure she’s the best agent I’ve ever seen, but why can’t she be easier to handle? WHY?
A/N: And thus we end Chapter Two with Dr. Director’s frustration. So where am I going with all of this? And why in the heck is Kim a Paper Master?
I can answer the second one for you right now. She’s a Paper Master because the ability is as versatile as Kim herself. Anything she could possibly ever need (save for food of course) can be made in a moment’s notice, from a parachute to a rope, to even something like a sword, blast shield, or bolt cutters from paper, and best of all she can still be her kick arse self!
The other question will be answered in due time. Sorry, but that’s how I play this game, as you probably know.