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I've always wanted to do the 50 Word Prompt thing so I thought I would try it out with Sloth/Fyora, maybe I'll add other Neopet couples I'm into in here. :P I'll probably rant since I'm known to do that, so I may do less than 50 words depending on how much I rant! Some of the scenarios you might not understand and that's perfectly okay. If I ever do the future fic like I planned on doing than maybe then you might understand. In general you should all understand this though! XD

Oh yeah, the great and genius Doctor Sloth we all know? Yup, a little back-story I thought of was that he was a faerie and was banished. Yup, that's what totally happened. Why do you think he makes such a good Happiness Faerie?

So, here this is… Where ever this is going, hope you enjoy! :D

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Title: Hello

Jealous

Doctor Frank Sloth was known to be many things- The greatest villain Neopia has ever seen, a raging psychopath, madman of science, and so forth. Jealous wasn't one of them though. Here he was at the Faerieland Grand Ball though, fuming with hands clinched in fists as his scarlet eyes were narrowed dangerously. Unlike his usual wardrobe he was clad in a black cloak that was tinted pink, cardboard- Ahem- Brown wings behind his- Her back, a black mask tied around the green face. Currently he was in the disguise as the Happiness Faerie to attend the ball with Fyora.

He almost wished he hadn't though.

Before the jealous could boil over in such a way that the doctor would result in killing someone a pair of pink eyes gazed over at his scarlet eyes. Bitter rage died away instantly as the Faerie Queen pushed past her way through all the men trying to pursue her, eyes only on him. Only on him. The villain. Doctor Frank Sloth. Finally she found her way towards him, never glancing over her shoulder once to look at anyone else. A smile crossed her pale face as a grin tugged at his own mouth, lifting a hand outwards for her to take it.

"I have been looking every where for you, Happiness Faerie. You said you would dance with me."

"Of course, my ah-so precious Faerie Queen, anything for you."

The two mocked at each other, bodies now gliding across the marble dance floor.

As I said before, Doctor Frank Sloth was known to be many things.

Jealous wasn't one of them though.

Chocolate

"More gifts came in for you today, my queen!"

"More?"

Fyora groaned from the throne she sat upon, eyeing the room before her in annoyance. The library faerie, named Rose, laughed at her queen's dreadful expression as she began placing gifts down. Rose was not only Fyora's advisor, but also her best friend, and when it was the two of them was usually when the lavender hair queen showed her true emotions. The Faerie Queen frowned slightly as dozens and dozens of roses were thrown before her feet. All shapes and different colored boxes all around her, it would have been any girl's dream.

Well; every girl except Fyora, who was now loudly moaning and placing her face within her hands.

"I am flattered by the gifts, really, but every day? Do these men not understand that I will not marry them no matter how many gifts they bring? Can they not just understand that just because they buy me items doesn't mean that I will love them? I just want a man who will get to know me, you know? I know it may seem silly Rose, but…"

The queen quickly ended her rant when a black envelope was sticking out of a dark green box, swiftly getting out of her throne to get it. Most of those who wanted to impress Fyora wrapped her gifts in light colors, black was a color never used. Rose gazed on in confusion as the pale hands of her friend pulled the gift apart, a grin spreading on Fyora's beautiful face. The library faerie got a good look at the gifts, slightly impressed by whomever the persuader was that got the queen these gifts. They clearly knew her.

The gift consisted of a box of Chocolate Tchea Truffles- Fyora's favorite chocolate, also a candy that made her hyper, that you mysterious guy for the future mess. Starberry Cider- A drink the queen would never buy herself; she thought it would leave a bad image on her. And finally a single perfect, red rose that was tied with a black ribbon. All the black note said that was attached to the box was-

'You were on my mind. Thought I'd get you something-

Shut up. Go back to your queen duties or whatever you call them.

With Not All My Hate From,

D.F.S'

"But, then again, there is one man that will always know me by heart…"

Weakness

There was a HUGE weakness that he had, one that he was embarrassed by, and one he never dared to tell a single soul.

"…You're kidding, right?"

…Until now.

"Uh-huh, yeah, laugh it up. And when I have you chained against a wall don't ask why."

Sloth hissed over at Fyora, the woman had a hand against her mouth in courteous way, trying to hide back her giggles. Her giggles erupted in full blown laughter as she could no longer contain herself, letting herself fall into the lap of the doctor. In usual situations like this Doctor Sloth would have snapped the neck of the person laughing at him, this was Fyora though, she was allowed to do this. All the green man did was groan in annoyed as her laughter never died down, practically rolling in his lap from all her rolling laughter. This was one of the queen's most childish moment ever.

"Haha- You have to be kidding."

"Shut up."

"You're allergic to dandelions?"

"Shut up."

"The greatest villain alive is allergic to dandelions? Do not worry, my dear princess, I shall protect you from all those nasty flowers!"

Rolling his scarlet eyes the doctor shook his head, her arms wrapping around his neck so she could pull herself up properly. The villain said nothing as her laughter finally ended, only a chuckle leaving here and there. It was moments like these that the two enjoyed, moments where they could be as rude as heck towards each other, yet in the end still come back to each other's arms. Fyora only blinked her eyes a few times at the evil grin crossing his face, Sloth opening his mouth to calmly say-

"Yes, protect me from those nasty flowers and I'll save you from those evil scarabs."

Fyora's smile was gone as fast as Sloth's grin formed.

"That is not the same. Scarabs are evil."

"Yeah, uh-huh, okay. I'll get a fly swatter as soon as I can."

"Shut up."

Rain

Rain wasn't something the two of them experienced often. It didn't rain very much in the beautiful, always graceful Faerieland. And it wasn't like it rained in space, because you know, it was space. When it rained in Faerieland one of those rare times it was majestic, it was powerful with all the thunder and lightning booming around them. Faeries and Neopets all alike ran inside in fear to get away the pouring ran, some trembling in fear at the roar from the mighty lightning. Not a single citizen belonging to Faerieland was outside at this time.

Both Fyora and Sloth stood before the clear doors that if opened would let you onto the balcony, neither one of them touching nor moving a single inch. The curtains on the doors were pulled aside so the two could watch the pouring rain, little droplets racing on her windowed doors. No sound was made between the two as they saw lightning struck out through the land, the light almost blinding. Finally, after long moments of silence, Fyora opened her mouth to smoothly say-

"Come dance with me."

Sloth tugged an eyebrow upwards, tilting his head sideways to pass her an expression mixed with both confusion and mockery.

"What? Where? ...Are you insane?"

"I said come dance with me, outside- Come dance outside with me in the rain. We may not get a chance such as this once again, Frank, let us enjoy it. Of course, unless you are to cowardly too, then we do not have-"

She wasn't able to finish her sentence when her balcony doors were pushed open and with a sweep of his arm the two were outside in the rain. Both of them were now completely soaked, Fyora's hair clung against her back while Sloth's cloak was clutching to his muscular body. Yet the two only gave off joyful laughs that they rarely gave around anyone else, both twirling in each other's arms with the rain pouring. They were the only two out of the rain, dancing away like they would never get this chance again.

Blood

Doctor Sloth didn't have many rules, just the obvious ones- Don't betray him or he'll knock your lights out, listen to those of higher rank like Ylana and Garoo, blahblah villain stuff. He didn't care about murder, he didn't care if you hurt tons of people while doing your mission, didn't give a care if you did some other crimes, and he didn't care if someone caught your face and knew what you look like- It just didn't matter to him. For most of his employees they enjoyed this, having free range to do whatever they want.

It was a surprise to those who had to take up a mission in Faerieland when one more rule would be added to Doctor Sloth's small list of rules-

"Do the usual- BUT if you hurt the Faerie Queen in any way, that will be the last thing you ever do. If she loses a single drop of blood then you'll lose your life! Understood? Good. Get out of here and remember- I'll always be watching you and I'll know if you disobey this rule or not!"

No one understood why Sloth didn't want anyone to hurt the queen; maybe he was scared of her mighty wrath or her unspeakable powers. Whatever it was though, it was clear that no one was allowed to hurt the queen in a single way. Fyora was one lucky woman to be respected that much by Doctor Sloth to make sure no one would hurt her. It was still very strange though, I mean, why does Doctor Sloth actually care about what happens to a goody two-shoes like Fyora?

Hands

"You're hands are so rough, Happiness Faerie!"

"My, look at all those scars, sisters!"

A fire faerie cooed as a group of young faeries surrounded the 'Happiness Faerie', tugging the large, green hands that belonged to 'her'. Fyora was floating right by the Happiness Faerie's side, a smirk tugging at one of the corners of her mouth. An annoyed look crossed the green face as the younger faeries wouldn't let his hands go, all remarking about the scars and dry skin on his hands. He was the greatest genius known to Neopia, how dare they mock his hands like this! Just because he didn't have time for lotion and was too busy making real potions didn't mean a thing! Why-!

Doctor Sloth stopped ranting in his mind when a pair of familiar delicate, pale hands grabbed onto his own large, dark green hands. Her pink eyes were gazing onwards at his hands, her thumbs running over one of the multiple scars marking his skin. Fyora's hands were so perfect, unmarked, it only made the villain ache within his chest that something as perfect as her was with something as gruesome as him.

Wait, wait- Did he just call himself gruesome? No, no… He was perfect, he was the smartest man alive, he… Oh no, he was not making himself feel bad because a few scars, was he?

"Young ones, calm down. Our sister does have rough and scarred hands, but that is because she works the hardest out of all the faeries I know. While there are those who deal with fire and those who deal with water that is all they have to deal with- That one element they possess. The Happiness Faerie deals with not just her own elements, but along with everyone else's."

"What do you mean, my queen?"

"Think of it this way- Your hands are marked with your own wounds form just your element, right? Our sister's hands are marked with her own elements also. She is the Happiness Faerie though; she must wipe your tears and stop the fights with her own bare hands, so she also must take up your markings. She is like the boss of a large force-

She does not have time to stop to think about her actions or what she is doing. She does not have time to worry about how her hands look. She doesn't have much time just to think about her actions in general, all she can do is just do, no matter what the cost is. Even if that cost is rough and scarred hands. Right, Happiness Faerie?"

"…Yes, my queen, very much so."

Sloth got the true meaning behind her words though.

Good-Bye

Fyora could still remember that day like it was the back of her hand.

"This won't change anything, I'm not a fool like those idiots before me, but… I never meant for this to happen too… You aren't pathetic like them; I just wanted to get rid of those pests… But it should have never happened to… You never deserved this. I'm sorry. Good-bye, princess Fyora."

These words had left none other than Doctor Frank Sloth, though at the time he was in his ripping age of his twenties. His hands were handcuffed behind his back; the long sleeved, button-up black shirt slightly untucked from the waistline of his jade black jeans. Blood was trailing down from the wound at the top of his green forehead, what was called 'hair' on his head pushed backwards. His scarlet eyes were no longer glaring but filled with regret and sorrow, frowning deeply.

He had just committed treason against Faerieland, disrupted the peace, destroyed Faerieland's castle, and brutally harmed mostly every faerie on The Faerieland Council. All of these crimes were the first crimes he had ever committed, yet princess Fyora had been made to banish him. To take his wings. To take his magic. To take all he knew from him. If her younger self had known back then that banishing Frank was the step he needed to become the greatest villain known today... She would have never done it. She never wanted to!

Yet all she had done back then was just stand there as a spaceship took him away, never daring to let her tears of hurt and shame fall. That was the very same day that she had finally taken up her role not as a princess, but as a queen. She had lost her best friend; her hands were now tainted with the leftover shame from his crimes and was now completely alone in Neopia. What hurt the most about that day though?

She never blamed Sloth for the crimes he had committed. She had only ever blamed herself.

Coffee

"Here, I brought you some coffee."

"Really?"

Doctor Sloth mused to himself, tugging the pair of goggles he had on his face upwards to get a better look at the faerie behind him. Fyora smiled gently, a red mug within her hands, the steam rising from the top of the drink.

Taking the drink he spared her a grin, the warmth of the drink warming up his hands even through the leather gloves he wore. Once generous grin was replaced with a wicked one, though before he could say anything sarcastic the queen interrupted him with this to say-

"It is Monday, which is usually your All-The-Imbeciles-Aren't-Fully-Awake-So-They're-Going-To-Mess-Up-And-I'm-Going-To-Pull-My-Head-Off Day. Mondays are the worse for you, which means that you need an extra strong coffee unlike usual. I made you an Ultra Strong Coffee though added a dash of coconut to dull out the bitterness slightly. You don't like the smell of coconut so I also did a touch of pumpkin to decrease the smell of coconut. Also added some herbs in there since I know you're sick and I know you won't take any medicine. Do not worry, you can't taste the herbs."

The doctor blinked once, then twice. The only thing he did was let his eyebrow rise upwards.

"…I'm not even going to ask how you know that."

Name

"Why do you let me call you by your first name, yet you do not let anyone else?"

The queen had asked on a random day through a video transmission. Scarlet eyes glanced upwards from the concoction he was creating that would enhance a Neopets' body strength. On screen the pair of pink eyes were looking into his own eyes, paperwork spread all across her marble desk. With a grunt and re-adjusting his goggles he only shrugged, going back to his own work. The work of a queen and a doctor never seemed to end apparently.

"I have a rule, that rule is that only people who exceed my beauty may call me by my first name. Guess you're the only one who gets to call me by my first name then."

She rolled her eyes, going back to her work with a smirk. That wasn't the real answer or the one she was expecting, but it was good enough.

Hello

Doctor Sloth remembered the pain like it was yesterday- That incident made him what he is today.

The removal of his wings had sickened him. When they took his magic powers away that brought the burning rage. The Faerieland Council not taking responsibility for their own cruel actions and only blaming Frank at such a young age helped create insecure and threatened demeanor. Having princess Fyora, his best friend at the time, watch as everything was striped away from him helped with the embarrassment and shame. Finally, after when the young Frank at the time thought nothing else could go wrong they proved him wrong once more.

Princess Fyora banished him from Faerieland to never see the land or her face again. He was now completely alone in Neopia- Powerless, insecure, threatened, and embarrassed. Along with being shamed, mocked, cheated, and worst of all- Rejected from his own princess, best friend, and his crush. That day young Frank changed from Jekyll into Hyde in a single moment. That day was the day that the young faerie was no longer a faerie- But the Doctor Sloth we all know today, the greatest villain Neopia has ever faced.

"Created the perfect monster that day. I should thank you for putting me through all that suffering. If I hadn't I would probably still be your little advisor in that pathetic castle of yours with those unless imbeciles you call 'faeries'. You made this perfect genius right here!"

Mocking laughter escaped the Doctor Sloth we all know now, his green index finger trailing down the pale cheek. The Fyora we know today didn't flinch at his touch, the Faerie Queen only keeping a calm and collected posture. It was only the two of them alone together. No faerie guards, no mutant minions, none of that. It was only hero and villain. Light and dark. Good and evil.

"You always where a genius, I never created that intelligence of yours. Even when we had been friends you were the smartest boy I ever knew."

A smug grin took over his green face.

"Now I know you as the coldest and rudest man I have ever known. It's truly a shame when your younger self is better than your older self. I thought you were supposed to grow from a boy into a man, not a man into a childish boy."

Her comment never affected the grin on his features.

"Mhmm- Still the most intelligent being you know though, no matter how I act."

The doctor inched closer to her, the queen now realizing that her back was up against a metallic wall, flexing at the contact. She knew that her powers could help her out of this situation if needed; they both knew that, yet Sloth was still getting this extremely close to her. No. She wouldn't use her powers. She was a grown woman, she was no longer that lonely little princess- She was the queen of Faerieland, she could get herself out of this situation without powers.

That is… If Sloth would stop distracting her by towering over her. He was over six feet now, muscular and deep toned, it almost made her blood both freeze and boil at the same time. He was no longer that little boy that had been her best friend. He was now the greatest villain known to Neopia and her enemy. With a stern look she tilted her head away from his touch, hair slightly lose from her braid as she finally opened her mouth to harshly above a whisper-

"What do you want, Doctor Sloth? Neopoints? Equipment for your next scheme? Revenge? What do you want?"

The villain leaned over to the hero's ear to darkly whisper-

"You."

Doctor Sloth grinned evilly and eyes sparked at Fyora's wide eyes and speechless face.

"Oh yeah, did I forget to mention 'hello'?"

The game of cat and mouse had just begun.

The End.

For Now.

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Hey, thanks for reading! Sorry that it was kind along, I like ranting!

Please review, tell me what was liked/disliked, all that jazz!

Have a fantastic day!

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