kh_drabble | Challenge post.

Challenge: [123] Monologues
Title: Revenge is a Dish Best Served Frozen
Word Count: 378
Spoilers: KH2 Spoilers
Notes: Behold, the true origin of villainy! Thanks go to

crimsoncookie for the beta assist.

How dare he!

Xehanort stomped into his laboratory, seething with his fists clenched. Ansem, that pretentious old bastard! He threw the door shut behind him, the resulting slam not disguising the sly tear of cloth as he started for his workstation. He looked over his shoulder, eyes focusing on the doorway’s mouthful of lab coat.

"Damn!" Xehanort spun, trying to tug the scrap away from the stubborn door. An entire piece of lab coat, from the bottom of the tail to the top of his left pant leg – now just a wash rag.

And things were going so well. Stupid Ansem and his stupid doors. Just perfect. He was just returning from Ansem’s study, having given his “progress report” on the research – he’d made progress, good progress, and Ansem ordered him to stop it. And in front of a guest! I work my butt off for him – for what? Health benefits, dental, a healthy salary, and a canceled project. Bah!

"Of course, that doesn’t matter. Oh no. Not compared to that sublime taste. How long has it been since I’ve had that succulent texture on my lips? That salty, creamy flav-" Xehanort cleared his throat. "How can I compete with his damnable monopoly of that delicious taste? He always buys up half the shipment and leaves the rest to 'Twilight Town.' How can he eat it in my presence? Doesn’t he care about my needs? Oh, I hate him…" He rubbed his chin. "Maybe I should learn to forge his signature, and buy the entire next shipment for myself. Or maybe…maybe, I could steal his identity. But then I’d have to grow a goatee." He shivered. "No. That wouldn’t look good at all. But I would get access to his checkbook..."

A smile spread across Xehanort's face. "Of course, I should finish my research. And invite some of the others. I know that they've been denied that creamy heaven time and again. They'll surely help me out. Oh, he'll be so angry. And once our work is complete, I'll have all of the sea-salt ice cream I could possibly eat. But first-" He gazed at the now-dishrag in his hands. "I need a new lab coat. This is the third one that I've torn in the door this week."