Surrounded by Idiots [Completed]

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Character(s): Ansem, Kadaj, Cloud, Hojo, Vicious
Content: Ansem arrives to smack a bitch see what all the commotion is about and interview Vicious.
Setting: Fortress of Darkniss™
Time: Tuesday afternoon
Warnings: Villain-anger, slapstick, fluff




Ansem was feeling the best he'd felt since his humiliating defeat at the hands of the Keyblade master as he made his way down to the great hall to meet his guest.

His guest was not there, however, and Ansem's temper kindled as he realised that stooge had, for no conceivable reason, led the mercenary down to the lower level. Everything on the lower level was classified. There were to be no strangers down there. Any fool would no that.

But apparently this one hadn't.

He supposed it was no great loss. Whether the mercenary agreed to work for him willingly or not, he would not be leaving these walls again but under Ansem's will.

When he reached the lower level and saw the signs of a struggle, the utter...disarray, and filth from out of doors that had gotten into his pristine laboratory, Ansem was immediately furious. Apparently a child's errand was too much responsibility for the scientist. And whoever was responsible for this mess was going to pay.

Turning a corner, he came upon an unusual sight: the unwanted jester sprawled out on the floor looking like a drowned rat, his spectacles askew as he glared at a strange shirtless man slumped half-dead against one wall.

This was unacceptable within his carefully-ordered domain. Completely unacceptable.

"Mr. Hojo!" Ansem growled. "What is the meaning of this?"

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Unfortunately at this moment Hojo's pain did nothing for Vicious who was now settling into his job. Otherwise he might of smiled at the scientist or even paid him some attention. Instead he kept his focus on his employer.

"No other option."

Vicious stated simply in a cold tone. He knew the score and wasn't about spend time hiding it. If there was work to be done he was doing it. Anything to prepare for a smooth accomplishment of the task and sure of reasonable success.

"My name is Vicious. Don't apply anything else to it."

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A silver eyebrow rose at the mercenary's response. But once he had agreed, Ansem let go his hold on the Darkness within his heart, allowing it to slink back into place.

"Very well, Vicious." Ansem could not hide the purr of amusement in his voice as he spoke the name. These hired swords could take on such ridiculous pseudonyms. "I believe this is what you are missing?"

The katana materialised in his upturned palms, offering the weapon to its master.

"Feel free to survey the territory you will be guarding at your leisure. And if you will be needing your own quarters...something can be arranged."