Kim Possible Aftermath 14: DED13

(A/N: Not the best first chapter I've ever come up with, but I'm sort of just setting the stage with this one. The Japanese film mentioned is an actual Japanese film I watched not long ago.)

Movies, Friends, and Fiends

Drakken walked aimlessly about in his lair. He sighed deeply and said aloud to nothing, "Well, Shego's been on vacation for a week. Only two more to go." He waited to hear someone answer back. As if. He sighed deeply again. He felt so alone. "Nrrgh, Shego! Come back!" he pled, though scientific fact determined she couldn't hear him. "I miss you!" he added almost pleadingly. Nothing. Drakken sighed for a third time and sat at a table, playing with a little toy. What to do, what to do? What to do to combat boredom? His eyes lit up in realization. "Monkey Fist and Killigan!" he exclaimed, leaping to his feet. He could call Monkey Fist and Killigan! Immediately he dove for the phone and quickly dialled their numbers.

KP

Meanwhile, in Middleton… "So what's this movie called again?" Monique asked lying on the couch with her head on Fukushima's lap. He very much appreciated the sensation.

Hirotaka and Amelia were sitting together on a recliner. "It is an old Japanese film called Ugetsu Monogatari," Hirotaka answered for Fukushima.

"Uh huh, so it's set in war torn Japan and focuses on a couple of dudes and their wives," Monique remarked. "And greedy dudes at that."

"In Tobei's defense, he wants the money so he can become a Samurai warrior," Fukushima replied.

"Yeah, right, methinks his wife Ohama's got the right idea," Monique replied. Fukushima shot her an annoyed look.

"Watch the movie," he growled impatiently. He didn't want to keep explaining this whole thing to her. He hadn't been in good temper lately, more so than usual.

"Genjuro seems to be doing what he thinks is best for his family. He'd be better off if he listened to his wife Miyagi. What can he do for her and their son Genichi if he's dead?" Amelia wondered as she leaned against Hirotaka.

"Very little," Hirotaka replied, amused. "Unfortunately, he is blind to the bigger picture for most of the film, as is Tobei."

"The women know where it's at," Amelia said, smirking knowingly at Monique. Monique smirked back.

"Watch the movie!" Fukushima snapped sharply.

"Whoa, take a chill pill boy," Monique replied. Nonetheless she and Amelia fell quiet. Fukushima gave an exasperated look to Hirotaka. Hirotaka simply smiled and rolled his eyes.

KP

Shego listened in annoyance as her brothers bickered over the TV remote. "Ugh, a couple of days, I told myself. A couple of days. Yeah right. Why did I come back here to visit again?" she asked loudly enough to stop them. The moment opportunity arose she'd be out of here, that was for sure.

"Sorry Shego," they all chimed at once, ashamedly putting their hands behind their backs.

"Whatever," she replied, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "Let's do something already."

"Like what?" Hego asked. "Fight crime and evil?"

"No," Shego replied.

"Nap?" Mego asked.

"Really?" she bit, annoyed.

"How about…" Wego One began.

"…we go…" Wego Two added.

"…to the museum," the twins said together.

"Museum, huh? Sure, let's do that," Shego replied, smirking villainously and ponderously. There was plenty there to steal, she would bet.

KP

"He cheated on her?" Amelia demanded in outrage about a quarter or a half way through the movie. "That son of a bi…"

"Amelia!" Monique warned. Hirotaka and Fukushima cringed and exchanged looks. "What, you support it?" Monique demanded of them sharply. She was just as angered.

"No, no, it is nothing like that!" Hirotaka quickly defended.

"It is just that, well, when we were younger Hirotaka and I were sometimes compared to the two men," Fukushima added.

"What?!" the two girls exclaimed together.

"Not their morals; or even their personalities in general!" Hirotaka exclaimed on seeing the infuriated looks. "At least, not exactly… Certainly not when it came to the importance of family! Fukushima was Tobei in the sense that he was ambitious and willing to stop at nothing to obtain his goals. I was Genjuro in the sense that I wished only the best for my loved ones giving little thought to the fact that what I viewed as best was not necessarily best." He was getting slightly offended at the line of questioning.

"Yes, but that is where the similarities ended," Fukushima added. "Watch the rest and try and enjoy it already."

KP

"Drakken, why are we here?" Monkey Fist asked as he and Killigan looked incredulously at a nervously grinning Drakken, who was offering them brownies he'd just baked.

"Oh, that, um, to discuss… Something!" Drakken exclaimed.

"T' discuss somethin'? Ach, this es a waste o' time," Killigan complained. "Let's go, Monkey Boy."

"Wait, you can't!" Drakken insisted.

"Then give us a good reason for being here," Monkey Fist demanded.

"I'm, um, lonely?" Drakken lamely offered. Killigan and Monkey Fist blinked blankly at him then exchanged doubtful looks. Was he in his right mind, they wondered.

KP

Shego grinned wickedly as the alarms rang through the museum. Her brothers hadn't even suspected a thing. Before they could even register what was happening, she'd grabbed an important looking science thing from an exhibit and booked it out of there. She burst out onto the roof and ran to her private and small jet plane. She leapt in and immediately took off just as her siblings reached the roof. "Sayonara, suckers! It's been a fun reunion!" she called down to them, waving. She smirked at the curse Mego screamed after her. Now to return to Dr. D. The poor sap probably didn't even know what to do with himself anymore. She had two more weeks' vacation, but to be honest she kind of missed the doc. Wait, no, she missed the lair, not the doctor, the lair.

KP

The end of the movie came. As Amelia leaned against Hirotaka, her arms around him, she said, "If you ever do something like that to me, I might not be as forgiving as Miyagi was at the end."

"Won't you be?" he asked, smirking amusedly.

"I'll certainly try not to be," she answered, looking up at him softly. "But then I suppose I won't be able to help myself."

He smirked affectionately and rolled his eyes. "I would not be able to live with myself as it was. I would not need your anger as well," he stated.

"Man, she died? That's so cheap!" Monique protested.

Fukushima frowned, glaring at her. "Someone had to," he stated.

"No they didn't!" Monique argued. What was with him and death recently anyway?

Fukushima rolled his eyes hopelessly. He checked his watch then said, "It is getting late. It is time that Hirotaka and I left. Unlike you, Amelia, we did not drive here."

"Be careful you two. The streets aren't exactly safe at night. The last time you were out late…" Amelia began. She shivered and cut off. She didn't even want to think about that night so long ago, when the two ninjas had been kidnapped and taken away.

"Rest assured, such a thing will not occur again. This time we will be ready," Hirotaka replied.

"You sound like you need to watch for something," Amelia uncertainly said.

"We will be fine, Defender," Hirotaka promised, taking his jacket. He and Fukushima waved at the two girls and walked out onto the streets.

KP

"All right, we'll bite. What is the matter?" Monkey Fist asked.

"Nrrgh, fine. I'm just so depressed. None of my plans ever work, thanks to Team Possible, everything I try backfires on either us or them, my sidekick and currently wife shows me no respect, I still haven't gotten around to dealing with mother's belief she has grandchildren, and, well, you get the picture!" Drakken dramatically whined.

"Depressed?" Killigan and Monkey Fist said together, instantly perking up. They exchanged glances and shared devious grins.

Turning back to Drakken, Monkey Fist innocently questioned, "Depressed enough to think of giving up evil for good and joining the ranks of heroes?"

"Depressed enough t' hand ovair yer empire t' yer two greatest assets, Drakken?" Duff quizzed in an intrigued tone.

Drakken twitched then frowned, saying, "I'll never be that depressed. To hand over all I've lived and worked for to you two? Unlikely."

"Et's no' like ye' got anywhere wi' et," Duff stated.

"Precisely; failure is your middle name," Monkey Fist added.

"Nrrgh…" Drakken began. "Monkey Fist, Killigan!" He paused then frowned saying, "Great! I can't even express my frustration with you two in the same way I do with Shego!" 'Nrrgh Shego' just sounded so much more… right than 'Nrrgh Monkey Fist, Killigan.'

"Why no'?" Killigan questioned, eyes lighting up. He instantly saw the potential in this.

"Because it wouldn't be the same, okay!?" Drakken demanded.

"Who knew he had a special place in his heart just for her," Monkey Fist said to Killigan.

"Everyone? But tha's about as romantic as the laddie can get," Killigan snickered.

"There is no love!" Drakken shouted.

"Terribly sorry, did we say there was?" Monkey Fist asked Killigan, playing dumb and confused.

"Why, nay. Ah do no' believe we did," Killigan replied, playing along.

"Will you two stop that!? This is serious!" Drakken exclaimed. "I've never felt more helpless in my life. It's just so wrong without her!"

"Oh all right. I suppose if we must," Monkey Fist replied with a bored sigh and a roll of his eyes.

"Wait, oh no. Do I need a psychiatrist," Drakken asked, suddenly nervous.

"Psychiatrist? Why bother wi' tha' when ye' have somethin' just as good right here?" Killigan said.

"And who, pray tell, is that?" Monkey Fist demanded. "The only doctor here is Drakken, and he's the patient."

"And Ah'm just a mad golfer. Tha' leaves the next best thing. The pompous Brit. Scholar, archaeologist, wha' mar could ye' ask far?" Killigan questioned.

"Me!?" Monkey Fist demanded. "I hardly have much experience in psychiatry! And for your information I can hardly deal with myself. It would be like the blind leading the blind," Monkey Fist declared.

"Better than the blind leadin' himself. One's got t' know somethin' the other don't, right?" Killigan answered with a shrug. "Ah'll sit and watch the show."

"Yo, Dr. D, I'm back early!" Shego's voice suddenly called.

"Shego!" Drakken gleefully exclaimed, leaping up and racing to the door. She cried out in pain and shock as he enveloped her in a bear hug. "Hah ha, you're home!"

"Drakken, down!" she sharply barked. Drakken immediately released her, beaming.

"What's with him?" she asked Killigan and Monkey Fist.

"It's a long story," Monkey Fist replied, rolling his eyes.

KP

Fukushima and Hirotaka walked in silence, listening to the sounds of the night. "I miss the peaceful nights at Yamanouchi, uninterrupted by the buzzing of street lights or cars driving by," Fukushima remarked.

"We will return to Yamanouchi at some point, Fukushima," Hirotaka assured, smiling. Fukushima paused. Hirotaka stopped, frowning curiously. "What is it, brother?" he wondered.

Fukushima looked down a long moment. Finally he turned to his friend, willing deep sorrow not to show up in his eyes. "Yamanouchi is no longer my home or my refuge. In the short time I was there, before Sensei brought us to Middleton, I came to see that I was not a part of it, and I was not a welcome guest."

"How can you assume as much?" Hirotaka asked.

"Assume? Hirotaka, did you not see the way they looked at me?" Fukushima asked. Hirotaka said nothing. He'd been all too aware of the way the other ninjas had looked at his best friend.

"It will take time for them to adjust, Fukushima, but they will come around," Hirotaka assured. If only he could be as certain of those words as he'd made himself sound.

"They will not adjust! They will never adjust, and I will forever be their outcast and their traitor," Fukushima stated.

"Fukushima, do not bring yourself down into depression and self-loathing again," Hirotaka worriedly said. He remembered all too well what had nearly happened the last time Fukushima had allowed depression to consume him. His best friend, his soul brother, had tried to take his own life. It had been nothing short of a miracle that he had stumbled unexpectedly across Fukushima before the younger ninja had bled out.

"As you command, master," Fukushima answered.

"Do not refer to me as master, or to yourself as a slave. You are my equal and my friend," Hirotaka firmly stated.

"You are the one to whom I owe my life and my everything," Fukushima retorted.

"Fukushima…" Hirotaka began.

"Please, Hirotaka, I do not wish to talk further of this," Fukushima pled meekly.

Hirotaka felt his stomach knotting. He wanted to pursue it. He felt it would be best to pursue it. He'd learned that, when dealing with one suffering depression, it was best not to leave that one alone without any support; and it was best to talk with that one as well, to let them say what they wanted and when, to try and get them to open up yet not to push them or smother them. Nonetheless he nodded, answering, "As you wish."