Life with the Nefarious

Helmet Hair

*** Personally I see Crow as an anti-hero sometimes. Yeah he do bad stuff but he also sticks out for the people he cares about. If he was willing to foil his own plans, and let himself 'die' for his friends in the good route then he deserves that dastardly title anti-hero... Not quite sure if I am using that term right... Sorry.... Anyways onward and outward!! This is when Crow has all royalty and is on somewhat good terms with them all.***

Crow growled looking over the blue prints for his newest war machine. It just wasn't fitting together the way he wanted. Something was missing. But what was it? He growled again, crumbling the paper and tossing it to the side. It bounced twice before joining its fellow comrades on the floor by the already filled trashcans.

He huffed and rubbed his eyes, frustration picking at every available angle. A spot behind his ear began to itch, and the young man growled again. With a great and, over dramatic, vigor he yanked off his helmet and slammed it on his cluttered desk.

Blonde locks of hair slipped into his vision earning them an annoyed grunt. He brushed a hand through his slightly damp hair, frowning at the sweat and grease that had formed.

Well, he was called a hothead for a reason. He gave out a heavy sigh, and grabbed another sheet of paper, drawing out a new frame for his newest invention. Can it kill and spread mass destruction? Yes. Did it look cool and scary? Yes. Then what was wrong?

Before he could send his fist through his newly bought desk, Beckys voice rang on the intercom set up in almost every room. "Dinner is ready." Crow sighed and figured he should go and grab some food. Since that last time he skipped a whole week worth of meals, and ended up passing out, Becky has been on him about eating, like she is on with paperwork. Hard and unforgiving if done wrong.

Crow grunted out a few curses, stood up, and stretched. He let out a sigh of satisfaction as his back popped, before he headed out of his workshop. He walked with a purposeful stride, sneering at any minion who looked at him weirdly. Which was most of them.

They acted like he had suddenly turned into a turkey and was dancing around like some drunk dwarf. He shoved the doors open to the dinning area, making sure his entrance was flashy enough and gained the attention of all who sat in there. Which wasn't a ton. Just all his captives and Becky really.

Yet capture their attention he did. As soon as he entered everyone's eyes were on him and couldn't seem to leave. Crow smiled at the attention he was receiving, if not a little irked. Usually they only turned around for a moment, some of them, Becky, Mayapple, and Ariella, didn't even turn around.

But today, all had their eyes on him. "Hello princesses, prince, Becky. What food are we shoving down our throats to be smashed, mashed, and flushed today?"

Becky blinked a small smile on her face. Weird, she never liked his gory way of describing food. In fact all of them seem to be smiling. Hell, Mayapple and Malachite were giggling behind their hands and Ariella was just out right laughing. Even Apoidea was struggling to keep a straight face.

Crow frowns, and huffs as a golden lock falls over his eye. He brushed it back, and grunts out, "What?" Annoyance and malice laced with his tone. Ariella bowls out in laughter, and the other three royal pains lose their composure, doubling over laughing.

Becky smiles and says, "Boss. Your hair."

"My hair? What abou-" oh. Oh. Oh shit. Crows eyes widen and he brushes his hand over where his helmet is. Or rather, where it should be. Instead of hard metal, he finds himself running his hand through sweaty \greasy hair. That likes to defy gravity. And be the most unpredictable part of his body in the world. Bolts.

Swiftly he turns around and heads out the room back to his lab, their howling laughter ringing in his ears. With his face red and dignity shot, he slams his helmet back on, muttering how his war machine should have stupid hair like his. Then all his enemies can die from laughing too hard.

***okay, what do you think? Sorry for it being short... Feel free to constructive criticism and comment. I am continuing this whether or not you guys like this or not. If you have a suggestion then go ahead and throw it out there. By the way, the only thing that is mine is the idea and writing. The characters and game belongs to others. Hoped you liked it!!****