DISCLAIMER: You know, if it's called FAN FICTION, I think it's DAMN obvious I don't own any of this.
A gymnasium full of bright-eyed students in robes stand, and every person had a grin on their face. A man stands at a podium at the front of the stage, "Congratulations, Class of 2005." The entire student body tosses their hats into the air and scream in celebration. A young red haired woman hugs her friends in happiness as she looks over at the stage and sees one diploma still sitting in the stack, the diploma of Ronald Stoppable.
Project: Otaku presents...
The sun slowly rises over the quad of Middleton University in the late summer of 2008; sitting on a bench in the middle of the green grass is Kimberly Possible, College Senior and former Hero. She smiles at the sun as she begins her last year of college.
A K-OSS the Harlequin fan fiction...
The same morning a tall blue skinned man is standing before a parole board. Without any questions asked, the board members look at each other and nod. A giant stamp slams itself on a sheet of paper, its noise echoing through the hall, and blazoned on the files is a single word in red ink, 'GRANTED.'
Kim Possible in...
A large two-floor house just off of the Middleton University campus is having a 'For Sale' sign pulled from the yard. A man walks up to the house in a black duster and rests his right hand on the door. He smiles as he pushes open the door and walks in, and lifting up his cell phone finally speaks, "Beginning the operation, Master."
CHILDREN OF WAR
PART 001: How Art The Mighty Fallen
Kim pushed her way through the building doors, her last year at college was getting off to a lousy start after finishing her first day of classes she already had three papers to do by next week. She marched off to the quad where she found Monique, Tara, and Bonnie waiting in their usual place, a giant tree with a four-sided bench surrounding it. "What's up ladies?"
Monique smiled dreamily, "Putting off the worries one more day to watch the eye candy." Kim shot her a surprised, but pleased look.
"Is it that time already?" Kim rolled her eyes as she takes a seat with the others.
"Oh yea. New students arriving, and there's a whole lot of new hotties this year." Bonnie licked her lips slightly as she hungrily stared at the men across the quad, "Anything look good, Kimmie?"
Kim looked around at the incoming students, "Looks like a bunch of beefy jocks and surfer boys this year. A nice cool and collected guy could be my way back into serious dat..."
"Check him out." Tara interrupted as all four girls mouths went slack and dry. Stepping into the quad was a tall and muscular young man, but not a total steroid bound body builder. He had a long ponytail of shining black hair, mirrored sunglasses, and a patent leather coat donned as he calmly stepped into the area. "Me likey." Tara went on, "How bout you Bon?" She turned to notice that Bonnie was no longer there. She looked around to see if she could find her, and quickly spots her.
Bonnie had rushed over to the mysterious heartthrob that the others were gawking at and already was putting on her moves and charm a good thirty feet before she even reached him. "Hey babe, what are doing walking round here without a cutie like yours truly hanging off your arm?"
The man stopped for a second and looks at her. She was able to see her reflection in his glasses but nothing behind them, "I was enjoying myself before you started speaking." He gives a small grin and continues on his way, leaving Bonnie stunned and a bit confused.
"What the hell does that mean?" gawked Bonnie, by this time the other girls had caught up with her, "Don't you like what you see?"
The young man turned back toward her, "A girl with your physique rarely has the mental capacity to add anything beneficial to the world. Jocks and their bitches don't ever seem to make a difference in the big picture. Why don't you go play dress up until you can think up a way to actually benefit humanity instead of just your libido." He once again turned around and walked away.
Kim had noticed a tuck of blonde underneath the black hair on the man, and though she hadn't done a mission in four years, that instinct never goes away. Right now that instinct was screaming at her that there was something very wrong here.
Unfortunately, that was not what Kim was listening to. It was her quick heartbeat and the sweat beginning to form on her forehead and palms that caught her attention. While the young man had been talking directly to Bonnie, she had felt his eyes on her the entire time. It's true that you couldn't see his eyes through the lenses, but that was only strengthened Kim's surety in this matter.
"Kim?"
There was something familiar about him, and at the same time there was something that just made her want to club him and drag him back to her room.
"Kim!"
There was an overwhelming sense growing in her that while he spoke of hating cheerleaders, that he might be interested in her.
"KIMMIE!"
Kim turned to see Bonnie looking at her with the up most puzzlement; "Huh?" was all that Kim could muster out of her bewilderment.
"I said that he was nothing more than one of those stuck up asshole intellectuals." Bonnie just shrugged while looking at Kim.
"Yeah." Kim muttered as she was watched the young man disappear off the quad
The room lay silent as Kim stared at the blank ceiling above her bed. Her heart was torn between the emotions of the present, the desires for the future and the shadows of the past. One thought surfaced above it all in her worn out mind, "I gotta know who he is."
To Be Continued...
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From the Extremely Cluttered Desk of the Author:
Godhand's Number: Thanks for the tip. I reworked this chapter too.
So, this is it. The Kim Possible fic that I've been slaving over trying to find some idea to pull it off... I must thank Classic Cowboy and Krimzon Striker, your work keeps me motivated to do my best on these. Now I just gotta figure out how to divide and place all these ideas between Enigma and this fic. Well, till next time. -K
((REVISED: 5/30/2005))