Two With One Go
By: HKrisH
To start, I do not own any of the characters affiliated with Kim Possible. Their sole ownership belongs to Disney. Also, if you have a problem with Kigo or homosexual relationships, please find yourself something else to read.
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Prologue
To My Dearest One, It has been several years since I have been able to feel your presence. It is now Seventeen-Seventy-Six here in the colonies, and there is a great to-do in the square. I have just been informed and today on July fourth, the colonies have signed their independence from the crown. I don't know how I should feel. After learning what I have, I am elated for their triumph and freedom, but a piece of my heart still belongs to England. Perhaps it always will… After all, it was my service to my country that brought me to you. Sometimes I still look over my shoulder in the middle of an open sunny day just to see if you might be there. I have let my body mourn, but it appears as though my mind still refuses to believe what has happened. There are days that the soft yellow glow of the sun no longer seems as bright, that perhaps it would look better if the sky were I can still remember the first day we met: the smells of the ocean and the roar of your cannons as they tore through my hull. When the smoke had finally cleared I wasn't sure what had happened, but there you were, staring down on my shaken and beaten body. I still don't quite know what made you stop that day, what made you think that everything would be well in the end. But I'm certainly glad that you never changed your mind. For as long as we were together, I had never had happier days. I feel so empty now… I can't help but wonder, wherever you are in the great expanse, if you are able to think or to dream. I certainly hope so. Do you think of me? Do you still dream of me as your letters used to speak of? Despite your horrible language and lustrous outlook towards me, your letters always seemed rather charming… In a crude, malicious, disturbing, raw, and disruptive sort of way. But charming nonetheless… If you do think of me, I hope you remember me fondly… I will never think of you otherwise… My shining star, my beautiful green God almighty, do I miss that fire … There was something so hypnotic about the way it would surround you and take you over. I could see it in your eyes when that half-cocked grin graced those marvelous lips. I knew when such a look came about that everything would be ok and you would be victorious. You won so many battles and took so much from those who had wronged the world… Were you doing it for me? You never did answer that question… But there was one day… You gave me that look… But there was no fire in your eyes. Your famous grin was still perched upon your gorgeous features, even as the gallows were prepped for you… Why did you have to take it so far…? Were you waiting for me to stop something? Were you waiting for someone to plea for your? I should have done something; I should have gotten in the way… Maybe then I would have been able to follow you… And for that I am sorry. I am sorry, my love, that I could not follow you, I am sorry that I did not stop them, I am sorry that I was not enough to convince you to stop your piratical ways and keep you grounded and in hiding, I am sorry that I followed you around the world as I had, and I am sorry that you found me that day… But… I would never trade it for the world. I would do it all over again if I could, just to see you smile again. And perhaps… that is what I am most apologetic for… that I can no longer give you the smiles or embraces you deserve… Forever yours, your true love and true mate,
Kimberly Anne Possible
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From her seat at her writing desk, a woman no older than thirty-three, was mulling over her words. She read them over and over again, as if to decipher if each one were correct and what she truly wanted to say. Her green eyes seemed listless and drained as she read through each paragraph, wrinkles already starting to form next to her eyes as she read through her script tightening and shifting as she closed those jade orbs with a sigh.
With that sigh, she ran her delicate looking hands through her long fiery, red hair. She finally took her eyes from the page and looked out the window of her home. It was just about sunset as she watched the sky change colors. She could see the ocean through the panes of glass that hung in the wall next to her back door and watched the rough waves come and go, slowly chipping away at the white sands of the United States of America. The colonies had finally made their mark in history, breaking free of British reign.
"Well might as well get this done and over with…" Muttered the young woman as she stood from her chair. She gingerly gripped the piece of paper as she rummaged through her desk for something to bind it with. "Oh for heaven's sake, where is it…?" She asked softly. "Ah here…" She opened a small drawer, one that was kept neater than the others, inside and out. The wood was clean and well polished and the forest green velvet that lined it was still soft to the touch. Inside the small vessel were what appeared to be nothing more than useless knickknacks: a small, smooth, white stone no larger than snail, a piece of what appeared to be drift wood, a small silver ring, and a piece of green ribbon. With a sigh and a despairing smile, Kimberly removed the ribbon from the drawer and gave it a longing look.
Rolling the paper and tying the ribbon around it with a neat bow sealing everything together, the young woman then walked over to the end table by her back door. Upon its surface rested a clear glass bottle. Carefully, as not to ruin the edges, she slipped the note inside and corked it off. And with that she left the house.
Slowly she walked down to the beach, almost as if too timid to approach it. Where the grasses turned to sand, she stopped and watched as the white crowns that topped the teal green waters crashed amongst each other. She smiled again. The site, though causing her heart to race, put her at ease.
"How I've missed you…" She said softly. "You and the touch of the sea…"
The young woman looked at the bottle in her hands. As the ocean breeze picked up her red hair and the edges of her white summer dress, she took a deep breath. As if the world suddenly stopped just in that moment, Kimberly took the bottle and threw it as hard as she could to the turbulent depths. As the tide came and went, she watched for hours. Even as the ocean began to hug her feet and chill her skin, she watched. She watched as that little bottle sailed away from her forever as the sky began to dot with stars.
And when the moon hung high over her head and the cold, dark waters reached up to her calves, she fell to her knees and cried.
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To be continued in Chapter 1.
Author's Notes:
This fic was inspired by some of the other stories I have read recently, both fic and novel alike. I hope to portray a dramatic and conflicting story about lovers from two different worlds, as all kigo fics are, but through different eyes; a lonely, marauding soul who wants nothing more than her fair share of the world and a loyal and beautiful officer whose mission is to protect the crown and its country. Little do they know that their fate is intertwined with one another.
I hope you enjoy.