Hello everyone, well this is, let's say my "first" (in quotes because I was working on another pair of this) fanfic about Villainous by Alan Ituriel, of my favorite ship, my OTP, Black Hat x Demencia. I was thinking about this being a oneshot, even if it was a bit long like the other but I don't know, I got to a writing point where I felt it could work more like a two-shots, (then three) so I hope you like it, at the moment there's not much romantic action between these 2 but well, for now I leave this.

A DEMENCIAL TOUCH.

Black Hat was sitting behind his desk, ill humored ... for a change, hitting with his fingers waiting. Soon the door opens and was just the person I expected to see.

—How you doing Black Hat? — Happily greets Demencia.

—Yes, Demencia, take a seat. — Said the boss in a stern tone of distaste.

—Flug said you wanted to see me ... so I'm here. — The girl spoke in a pretty flirtatious tone.

Immediately throwing herself to the desk and her arms is hooked to the neck of Black Hat who is quickly taken by surprise, a displeased surprise.

—Get out of me! —Demanded to Demencia and as soon as he could throwing her to the ground.

—Ouch then you did not speak to me if is not for that? —the young woman got up and sat down without giving importance to what had happened seconds ago.

—No Dementia dear, I will NEVER talk to you for that —Black Hat released with a malicious smile, having regained his composure. —I called you because I want to tell you something.

Demencia had her eyes fixed on the villain with a genuine curiosity to know what he would say.

—I have been receiving various complaints about you from other members of the organization ...— Black Hat said calmly but still authoritarian as the boss he felt and was.

—mean Flug and 505?

—Yes, normally I don't care about their stupid complains ... except because they actually affect my sales since we only cover half the demand, and do you know why it is?

—Nope…

—Because the majority ends up broken! —He gave her a furious look as well as a thunderous scream, but the girl remained clueless.

Black Hat was frustrated; he didn't understand why he was so kind to her or well kind to his standards.

—Yes, and most part is because you break it ...

—And the other? — she interrupted.

—And the other if 505 or because Flug is a damn incompetent!

The shout of Black Hat echoed everywhere and a "sorry boss" could be heard from a distance. The villain sighs angrily ...

—Anyway, I have something for you. — He said, taking out a cardboard box under his desk.

—Wow nice, a box.

—Yes, yes, very nice— he was already fed up. —you are fired.

—What? - Dementia said as if she hadn't heard.

—YOU ARE FIRED! — Shouted making rumble the walls and the floor, obscuring the whole environment.

—hey! That's not fair. — the girl complained.

—Yes, I know, your point is.

Dementia no longer argued, just cast an "aw" a little sad, leaving distressed with the box, the villain's office. Black Hat seeing the disappointment in the young woman was filled with great pride and satisfaction.

Demencia seemed still stupefied and decayed when she last toured the corridors of the mansion, outside were Black Hat, Dr. Flug and 505; the girl was already leaving while the other three were present; as a sort of farewell ritual. For obvious reasons, Flug's expression could not be deciphered, while boss was neutral, perhaps annoyed; the only ones who seemed sad were the young woman and the bear, although somehow 505 only found the atmosphere and the way of dealing with the situation sad, in any case he would not miss her attacking him.

—Well— Demencia speaks. —I guess that's all, bye guys. Goodbye Black Hat.

The girl's tone became a bit more cheerful, it was a bit strange, but she left without looking back, the sky was getting dark, there were thunder and a sad violin melody began to sound while Dementia was no longer in sight ...

—Grrr! Give me that! — Black Hat snatches the violin from the blue bear and starts playing himself (Paganini's devil trill, there was not much difference in how the music felt in the environment) as he walks back to enter to the house. The scientist and the blue creature were after him.

—Hey ... boss, are you really firing Demencia? —nervous Flug pronounced. — like she is not going to come back, at all?

—Of course not you imbecile! — Scolding the scientist — and you'd better get to work now or you'll be the one to follow, you trash!

—Yes, yes, my boss sir.

Flug ran into his laboratory and was very surprised by the calm of the place without Demencia, made him smile under his bag, sigh with relief and get to work.

The days had already passed and the difference was clearly evident. sales had risen, claims reduced; the house in general cleaner and tidier, no more things thrown everywhere, no strange noises in the air ducts, no laughter that came from nothing; 505 slept more and took less time to clean, his screams or cries were not heard so often. Flug evidently a little more relaxed and calm his inventions intact more frequently, since he was educating the bear not to touch, and you could even say that he works happier. And Black Hat walked peacefully through his mansion, heading to his dark, cold and orderly office. Sitting in his huge chair checking the papers and numbers, constant. Everything was constant, was so quiet.

And at first it was nice, more productive, the only cries of terror of Flug and 505 were because of the boss, which pleased him a lot, everything worked as it should, everything was in order and as it should be.

Time passed, the results were favorable. Everyone was happy and at least a month already had this way, calmly working like a machine with cold and calculated movements. Everything still, organized and perfect ... maybe a bit too much. And for a long time it stayed like this ...

No more chaos, no lack of control, nothing out of plans, everything seemed where it should be ... in peace.

"In peace" to Black Hat gave him retching to think about that concept, but unfortunately that was all that existed since Demencia had gone, stillness and balance, it was unbearable. At times like these, he would seek to disturb, torture 505, virtually scare Dr. Flug to death, start a third world war, free hell just to distract himself a bit ...

But didn't make sense ... and he did not understand why, the stillness was unbearable, but he was sunk in an enormous apathy, which didn't understand where it originated, he had no ideas of what to do or what ask Flug to invent. Within the place, everything in general, felt that something was missing...

He was in his office, lying on the desk, completely unmotivated and annoyed; with a look lost in the nothing and didn't understand why. Suddenly he hears someone knocking on the door.

—Who is it? — He answers jadedly.

—It's me, my boss.

A "pass" was heard and Flug entered carrying a tripod and a bunch of blue planes rolled in, a somewhat clumsy way he places all that in front of the boss's desk and clear his throat before speaking.

—all right. — The scientist says nervously. — It's been a while since we sold most of the catalog, our numbers are excellent... and as the autumn-winter season approaches, so I thought it would be a good idea to make new inventions to be able to sell them.

Black Hat barely paid attention to him, every time Flug spoke to him it was like hearing a brainless monkey, an insect without much value, but this time he cared even less, just rolled his eyes and said nothing.

—And w-well, since you haven't asked me to invent anything, I-I came up with various ideas and projects that we could carry out; t-t-to be able to sell them.

The boss just looked at him raising an eyebrow, obviously annoyed, but he had nothing else to do

—I was working on a neutralizing beam, which deactivates the weapons of the opponents, also if you shoot the hero will immediately stop them from care about anything. — Flug showed a little proud a small ray gun. Black Hat maintained the same attitude.

—I'm also working on a new virus, which turns people into mortadella.

Flug noticed his boss with a hand on his forehead, snorting a little frustrated, that expression that said "I'm surrounded by fools", he didn't want to make him angry, but at the same time he had to impress him and show him something, somehow it despairs him that practically the boss didn't react...

—I-I was also working on some torture machines; I know you like those jefecito. What do you think of this iron lady with rotating drill spikes?

Black Hat already had enough. "There he goes, this imbecile," the boss thought, he could feel him smiling nervously and fearfully under the bag, but smiling, that infuriated him too much.

—You must be retarded! If I don't ask you to invent things, then you don't invent anything! Do you hear me! —He said rising in a violent blast. —Take your crap away from my face before I burn you alive with it.

And as expected while shouting the environment was wrapped in darkness, his face and body became more and more monstrous, fading that tiny bit of self-confidence to which Flug had clung to make his little presentation, scaring him to the point that he was trembling while trying to run out of that place.

—Damn idiot, no one with half a brain would buy your trash! - Black Hat shouted at the door with all the intention that the scientist would listen. - also mess with a classic, there are no values ...

That last thing said it to himself, to go back and sitting on his big chair and sink in a sensation that he didn't understand, that peace that was so disgusting. He didn't feel the motivation to do anything about it.

Days have passed and Black Hat haven't left his office. Simply didn't feel the will to do anything. At first Flug found it worrying; he didn't invent a thing since then. Even though when a week after their "small meeting" was passed he started to work in his own projects. In fact, Dr. Flug never felt this good since he started to work for Black Hat, he came to his laboratory and everything was intact, clean house and everything in its place, silence when he wanted to take a moment to relax, having a cup of coffee or be close to 505 and pet him while he was sleeping and lately the bear didn't miss an opportunity to get Flug to play with him or taking him for an ice cream or drawing together, both were having a great time, without Demencia...

But Black Hat couldn't help but feeling dejected, unmotivated and bored. As if something was not as it should be, as if something were missing.

Two months without Demencia, in which Flug and 505 had taken advantage of enough, although they were still locked and watched, was the closest they had ever had to vacation, the scientist even returned to one of his previous hobbies before to work at Black Hat Inc. Building models of planes to scale ... although he also continued with his personal scientific projects ... he admitted to be worried about Black Hat who lately didn't leave his office, he spent most of the time there locked up, rarely saw him eat or drink and who knows if he slept, being honest Flug didn't know if he did it at all...

On the other hand, 505 seemed happy too, but somehow missing Black Hat, there were days when he would fall asleep at the door of his office crying a little while waiting to see him, the bear knew that the villain wouldn't care, that the boss would detested him but still loved him, he was like his father or family too, and he did not want it to be feeling wrong...

—Mr. Black Hat. — Flug said entering his office. — Are you okay?

— what does it matter to you? What the hell do you want?

It seemed that time had not happened at all in his office, yet it was clear that the villain was not well, in the sense that he didn't look like normally, a little more sloppy and not motivated at all ...

—W-Well… 505 He thought you were feeling bad and wanted to bring something to make you feel better. — Flug and 505 showed him some gifts that they had given to the boss who looked at them with disdain.

—What is this?

—Well, 505 did a drawing and I brought him a scale model of the Enola Gay, the first plane to throw an atomic bomb. I hope you enjoy it.

Black Hat, looked at both, cold and frowning, not even two seconds passed and out of nowhere the top of the desk burst into flames consuming everything that was there, the boss didn't even flinch, while the other two were shaking scared ... the bear felt his heart break and ran out crying from the office.

Flug, on the other hand, was annoyed, because the model had taken a lot of work ... but he could not say anything about it. It just got lost forever, and again Black Hat as dead and more irked than usual.

—Are you okay sir? — He had to ask again.

—What the hell do you care? — replied again.

—Well, it's that ... the production is stopped, debts start to accumulate and you haven't left the office in weeks. Are you sure you feel ok?

— Damn it! If you only came to bother or try to psychoanalyze me, you can leave before I hang you by the legs. —shouted the boss.

—Yes, yes, ok my boss. — said hurried and scared the scientist about to run.

—wait. — He said lowering the tone of his voice as well as his impetus. —Speaking of which, how do you feel? Do not you feel like something is missing?

—No at all sir. — and closed the door behind him.

The villain went back to sink in that immense apathy, that void that he fails to decipher. Why these days he was feeling like that? Seems to be the only one, he knew that his lackeys were having a great time, while he felt so miserable. Not even two days went by when Black Hat cited Dr. Flug in his office

—Did you want to see me, sir?

—Yes ... do you remember that psychoanalysis thing?

Both entered another room very different in the mansion, with the same aesthetic of the whole place but with the difference that it was a little smaller and what stood out was a red velvet divan and next to a large black chair, the first to be completely in, Black Hat settling into a comfortable position on that divan. While Flug continued to take a seat in the chair next to him, holding a notepad.

The doctor sighed a little frustrated, it was the first time that the boss asked for this type of services, usually it was to ask for inventions and rarely to attend him for reasons of physical health ... but this was new, despite the certain preparation that Flug had, it was inevitable to feel fearful ...

—W-w-well, how do you feel boss?

The villain felt so eager to break the bag and his face, but he had to put up with it, the thing could not continue like that.

—Grr! I don't know, I do not feel anything. —He explained grunting, didn't want to keep talking, but — Everything is so boring, quiet, I do not feel like doing anything ... I feel like something is missing; and I have no idea what it can be.

—Mmm. Well my lord boss maybe you're going through a bad time, you push yourself too much, you might try to do something else, and ideas may flow.

— Do you believe? Yes, maybe it works ... —he said a little relieved.

He retired without saying anything else, going to his studio, planning to distract his mind in other activities he found enjoyable, music and painting, he also spent many days locked up there, but Flug and 505 as they passed heard movement and the odd choked words between ominous string music, 505 communicated how the food that he sends was consumed, and from time to time he ordered more art material and increasingly larger canvases. After a few days he left the studio covered in paint, apparently more cheerful and inspired, he cleaned himself and went into his office, waiting at last to get to work. And like a ton of concrete the apathy, the emptiness and the calm returned to overwhelm Black Hat again...

Again days passed without being heard or saw the boss, locked in his office, began to be worrying. Flug decided to go to his studio to see if anything in the paintings he was working on could give any indication of why he felt that way. Upon entering he notice several large paintings (nothing out of normal for Black Hat) but was surprised to note that none of them were a self-portrait of the villain, in his typical and solemn poses or feats of evil, all were huge spots of paint in gestural movements. But above all he was surprised by the choice of colors, apart from his usual dark palette, red and black colors he found really vivid and saturated colors above, especially magenta and green. An idea crossed his mind… If the villain insisted that something was missing, that it was the stillness and constant order that made him feel so disinterested and lacking inspiration to devise new inventions to sell... Flug had an idea of what was really happening. And being honest, he detested and feared it. But couldn't let it go, if he did all the business would fall apart, and who knows what would be the evil world without Black Hat in the business.

Nervous, more than in other occasions enters the office of Black Hat. His hands couldn't be still, trembling, with his mouth a little dry ... the villain gave him a stern look from the desk

—S-s-sir. — He said after clearing his throat a little. —I'm beginning to feel a little concerned for you, by the nature of your paintings...

—What do the paintings have? —Black Hat growled.

—Nothing, nothing ... just, well, they are just spots, and the colors ...

—You idiot, can tell you don't know anything about art.—He raised his voice and then returned to that indifferent state. —It does not mean anything really.

—I-I-I-I think it does... — he felt his throat drying again. —I think I already know why you been feeling this way.

The boss raises an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued by what the scientist was going to say; he felt that these days the guy was getting a little insolent, considering his position and the apparent fear he still showed before him, but being the case that he could actually have the answer to why this happened, he wanted to know. Flug noticed that he was waiting for an answer, and between tremors, trying to control his nerves, he spoke.

—I-I think you ... miss Demecia.

— WHAAAAAT?!

Black Hat was too surprised, suggesting that he missed someone was practically an insult, how a being of pure evil like him could miss another person, and especially someone as destructive and inconvenient as Demencia? Something like that would have already merited killing the insolent subject from which those words had come ...

—I do not miss Dementia! That's the biggest stupidity I've ever heard you say. —Replied Back Hat rising from the desk and threatening the palm to slap the scientist who was shrinking in fear.

—It just ... it was just a hypothesis. My boss —Flug explained —I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

The villain managed to hit the young man's face with the bag on his head, which ran out of the office. While he snorted, staying alone with his thoughts; it simply had to be impossible, as he might miss her when all she did was cause trouble, maybe take care of the dirty work he did not want to do, a kind of bodyguard or hitman. Well, he could get a better one at any time, someone who does not destroy his house or the products he sells. Someone who didn't jump effusively at him when he appeared in a room, didn't crawl through the ventilation ducts and try to spy on him while he sleeps.

Definitely and without any doubt he did not miss crazy young woman, he did not want to have her near, to admire him, to tell him obvious things about himself, to disturb the peace, to annoy 505 or to drive Flug mad ... he did not want her at all, did not want her near... with her only noise, chaos and destruction. Without her... everything was peace and tranquility.

Frustrated, with the same look of fury and wounded pride that a captured tiger would have. Black Hat left his office, dragging his feet, and clenching his fists and teeth; Any idiot who dared to see him in the eyes could say he was trying to hold back tears. Passing the open door of the laboratory, where Flug tried to concentrate on some new creation, the young scientist had not realized until he felt Black Hat a few steps from his back.

His blood becomes cold at hearing him sigh in frustration, babbling something between growls … Fearful Flug turns and faces his boss.

—Excuse me s-s-sir I didn't understand? —said the scared scientist.

—You were right about Demencia ... —grumble just a little clearer, but still didn't understand.

—THAT I MISS DEMENCIA, YOU ANIMAL! —furious yell ... also surprised by what he said. — You were right, I miss her. —He did not say anything else. Everything was quiet, realizing the implications of his words.

Flug noticed something he had never seen, a Black Hat trying to swallow his ego...

—And what do you suggest I do? Bring her back?

—NO! Not at all, boss, —he hurried to say, hoping to stop that train of thought. —But admitting it is the first step. You'll see that we can find a way to overcome it, you just have to occupy your mind in something else.

—And what? — said tired, a little humiliated and annoyed, very annoyed…

Suddenly they hear strident footsteps approaching, accelerated and clumsy. It was 505 who joyfully approached Flug and handed him a sheet of paper with a drawing. The scientist looks at his boss. Black Hat could not help but feel fully humiliated, completely defeated… he made an affirmative gesture.

Well that's all for now, thank you so much for reading, this is a translation from Spanish if you'd like to read it full you can in this link.

Probably would take a lot to translate the next chapter too so please be patient, this fanfiction is kind of outdated with the events of the show so an apology thanks a lot for reading