Kim Possible: This Is Not Honor

(A/N: Wow, I got this one up quick. Well, it's already written. All I have to do is post it. Likely I will put two chapters a day up this weekend, then a week when practicum starts up. This one is shorter than its prequel, Kim Possible: Redemption. Redemption explains how Monkey Fist became flesh and blood again. Take this story however you will, but the genre remains the same. And I decided to do something a little different with Hirotaka and Yori in it. Enjoy.)

Sakura Sakura Lyrics

Yamiyo mai oriru, sakura no uta, urueru omoi.
Koyoi izuru tsuki, aoku hibiki, towa ni kanaderu.

Yowa no koromo matoi aruku juzu no ne wo yurugashiti.
Hitomi tojite mo hitomi akete mo kawaranu yami wo sameru.

Mugen no yami ni oborozakura suzu no ne wo sasayaita.
Kuchite iru no ka saite iru no ka iro aseta sugata ni inoru.

Kumoma ni arawaru kohaku no tsuki tomoshibi no uta.
Koyoi izuru tsuki aoku hibiki towa ni kanaderu.

Jibun no tame ni kagayaku jiyuu ni ikiru koto de.
Michi afuru tsuki no gotoku futatabi hikari kagayaku.

Hirari maiori hana no shizuku hoho wo tsutatte.
Hohoemu anata to kasanaru kage eien ni kagayaku.

Translation

Every time the dark night descends, the song of cherry blossoms quivers in my mind.
As the night approaches, the moon turns blue, and echoes the play of eternity.

The dead of night puts on its cloak, and comes at the wavering sound of the beads.
When you close your eyes, when you open your eyes, the unchanging darkness fades.

In the endless darkness, the cherry blossoms fade, at the whispering sounds of the bells.
When they are dead, when they are in bloom, you pray for the fading colors of their petals.

Behind the clouds, the amber moon appears with its song of light.
As the night approaches, the moon turns blue, and echoes the play of eternity.

For my sake, the sparkle of freedom exists.
Once again, the glittering path shines like the moon.

Lightly floating down, the drops of flowers touch your cheeks.
Your smile overcomes the shadows and shines on for eternity.

Monkey Fist Strikes

Yamanouchi stood situated in a mountain against the backdrop of a full moon, quiet and peaceful. Around its walls was kept a silent watch. There was no reason to think any danger should come their way, however. Why should there be? Their greatest oppressor was dead, encased in stone, cursed by a deceitful immortal to an eternity of suffering. There was really no point in a watch, they assumed, but they would obey their Sensei's wishes. He had posted them here for a reason, after all. They didn't know why, but he had seemed troubled by something. It could not be the Yono, for he would have warned them well in advance if the Yono had targeted them of his own accord. It was something else. An outbreak of thieves in the region, perhaps? Unlikely that any thief would find them, however, or that the Sensei would react as he had to such a situation.

Inside the school, a young ninja silently patrolled the corridors, listening for any out of place sound. She was one of Yamanouchi's top graduate students, who had stayed on after graduation, and as such, some of the most important of missions often fell to her. Therefore, you could imagine how confused she was about being put on guard duty in the relic wing of the school. Some of the other top graduates were on guard as well. Rarely did Sensei do such a thing. She was puzzled, very much so. Why had Sensei given them such a seemingly pointless task? An outbreak of thieves would at best prompt a patrol of average students in this place. She heard a sudden noise behind her and froze. Swiftly she pulled into the shadows and listened carefully. She heard nothing. Still she waited. Something was there, or someone, she knew. Well, let the intruder come. She would be waiting.

Silently she slunk into the hallway, crouched low and in the shadows, trying to spot movement. Suddenly someone landed right behind her! She gasped and turned, kicking up. The figure easily dodged. She rolled back and stood, ready for a fight. Instantly she struck, but the other blocked her blows, even trying to exchange attacks. She whirled, kicking. The figure seized her leg and swung her around, throwing her. She leapt up and swiftly attacked. The figure fought back, hardly breaking a sweat, but suddenly she ducked down and spin kicked, knocking the person down. The attacker began to laugh. She leapt on the gi clad figure and seized the ninja hood, pulling. She gasped on seeing the face of a young man, eyes dancing with excitement.

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"Hirotaka!" she hissed viciously, pulling off her own hood. "Ooh!" She shoved off of him in disgust, rising and crossing her arms, turning her back on him.

Still laughing, the boy said, "Yori, you made a sneak attack too easy!"

"And you made the battle too quick," Yori retorted.

"All in fun, Yori, all in fun," Hirotaka replied.

"There is no time for fun, Hirotaka. Sensei has given us the honor of guarding the school this night," Yori replied, bowing.

"It seems, to me, a waste of our skill. He has not informed us of any great threat to our school, nor has he informed us of an outbreak of thieves. Even for thieves he would not normally post the top graduate students," Hirotaka stated.

"We must not question Sensei's ways, Hirotaka. He has his reasons brother," Yori replied.

"Tell me honestly that you do not wonder as well," Hirotaka challenged.

Yori remained silent. "Go back to your post. You will be at blame if anyone slips by your position," she pled.

He sighed in annoyance, then answered with a fond roll of his eyes, "Typical Yori, forever about obedience and honor. As you wish, little sister." He bowed to her then disappeared as silently as he had come. Left alone, she found she suddenly missed the company. No matter. It was her honor to guard the ancient relics hidden in the school. Silently she continued on her way.

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Hirotaka returned to the roof, still smiling about the exchange between him and Yori. He watched carefully out over the school yard, once in a while looking back to ensure his fellow roof guard was still doing all right. Satisfied he was, Hirotaka turned back to watch over the front, eyes taking in everything and anything that moved within his field of vision, trusting his fellow guards to take in all that he couldn't. He didn't patrol, moving back and forth like the others, oh no. He preferred to stay still and hidden, taking in all he could from one position so as not to lose sight of a particular blind spot, like so many others often did. In the position he was in, it was best to do it that way. If he could get away with it, he would.

Out of sight, a group of figures watched the school closely, taking in every movement, every pattern, of the students guarding it. Observing the ninja guard who patrolled the back of the school from the roof, and those ninja brats below that one, patrolling the grounds and walls, the group's leader raised his hand. All at once the opening appeared. All guards were turned away from one point of entry. The leader pointed ahead, and his minions instantly bounded away, he himself keeping pace with them. Before any of the ninjas were the wiser, the group had reached the roof in less than ten long bounds. Silently their leader raced to behind the roof guard patrolling the top. The ninja heard a sound and froze with a gasp, quickly turning. Too late. Before he could cry out, the leader of the group had pressed two pressure points on his neck, and the guard slumped to the roof with a groan. The attacker flashed a villainous grin, then silently returned to his minions. Swiftly the creatures pulled open a section of the roof and silently jumped inside single file, their leader taking up the rear.

Hirotaka had worked out a periodic method of checking on his fellow ninjas. Like clockwork he turned to check on his fellow roof guard. That was when he saw it. He gasped in shock as a group of figures jumped down into the school, their leader taking up the rear. Oh no. What had happened to his old classmate? Hirotaka swiftly moved towards his fellow guard's route. He saw the other boy lying on the roof. He paled and raced over, hoping the boy was just unconscious. He breathed a sigh of relief on finding a pulse. He frowned icily towards the entrance point. His fellow graduate would be fine. He had to go after the intruder. Silently, swiftly, he raced over and jumped through the hole landing soundlessly. He looked quickly around and saw a shadow disappearing around a corner. The intruder was heading towards the relics wing. Yori! Hirotaka scowled and instantly hurried after them, being sure not to give himself away.

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Yori wandered along the relic's corridor, all senses primed. It was then that she heard the sound of something being bumped and a grunt. She froze, whirling and getting out of sight. Her eyes widened on seeing a monkey roll into her line of vision. She blinked. Was she seeing things? A monkey was harmless. She smirked, and was about to go towards it to help the poor thing out, when suddenly she noticed something else. This monkey was clothed in ninja garb, and suddenly more rolled or swung into place, surrounding their fallen comrade curiously. Ninja monkeys? Monkey ninjas! Impossible! He was dead!

She pulled farther into the shadows as a fifth figure came into view, this one the size of a man; and assuredly she was unsure whether to call him a man, a ghost, or a monkey anymore. It couldn't be him, though. It couldn't! In front of her very eyes she'd seen him turned to stone, cursed to follow the path of the Yono. As Stoppable-san and Kim Possible were her witnesses, she'd seen it. "Will you be quiet?" the man hissed to his monkeys. They guiltily looked up at him. Then he stepped into the light, he looked down the hallway in which she was hiding, and she saw beyond doubt that if it were not the flesh and body of the very man she'd seen destroyed, it was certainly his spirit. Was she to fight a specter! She quickly forced away the alarming thought. There were no such things. But then when… how? Wait, the Lotus Blade! The sword that had bonded to Stoppable-san, and would only react to those who possessed Mystical Monkey Powers; that must be what he was after! Well, he would have to first get passed her.

His eyes narrowed. This appeared almost too easy. He knew the Lotus Blade was kept just down this hall. He could sense it, could feel it. Just beyond that locked door. No matter. He would deal with whatever stood in his way. Besides, he had backup. He grinned villainously at the monkey ninjas. Casually he walked down the hall, focused on one goal, though his eyes darted around for any movements in the shadows. Not that any Yamanouchi ninja could take him out, of course. He grinned wickedly as he reached the halfway point down the hall. All at once, however, he spotted a movement and gasped, turning to face the threat. He wasn't fast enough, for the next second he found himself pinned against the wall, staring down into the masked face of a ninja who dared deny him his right. He scowled and kicked out. The ninja dodged, but in the process her grip on him-and he knew it was a female from her build, strength, and eyes, surprisingly enough-loosened enough for him to break free. This fight wouldn't remain quiet much longer.

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"Monkey Fist!" she exclaimed hatefully. He started. He knew that voice. It was that ninja friend of Stoppable's!

He grinned wickedly, saying, "You. Oh this just got so much more interesting. Monkey ninjas, attack!" he ordered the creatures. Instantly the group of monkey's leapt into the hall with shrieks. He was resting a lot on the possibility no one would hear. After all, the relics were far from the actual dorms in this school. This far away from others, no one would hear her scream. They leapt at her, Monkey Fist joining in the attack as well. She could handle herself almost as well as Kim, he admitted. She had sent his ninjas flying quickly enough, albeit one had managed to pull off her hood in the process. Him, not so much. The two exchanged vicious blows. Yori spin kicked, aiming at his face. He easily dodged, kicking back. She hand back-flipped out of the way then lunged at him again. She spun and whirled, attacking at each opening she got. He desperately blocked and dodged each blow, scowling. Oh she was good. But not good enough.

He ducked under a blow and grabbed her leg with his foot, pulling it out from under her. Instantly the monkey ninjas pounced. She screamed. It was an unbidden sound, but she screamed nonetheless. She managed to stagger up, focusing on blocking the multiple attacks of the ninja monkeys. "I'd love to stick around and catch up, Yori, but I'm afraid I must get the Lotus Blade and be on my way. Reclaiming my rightful place as Ultimate Monkey Master and all, you know. Ta ta," he taunted.

Cruelly he laughed, racing for the door. Yori flung off the monkeys and pursued him, but there was no way she would catch up. All of a sudden, however, a figure leapt into view and delivered a powerful kick to Monkey Fist's torso, sending him flying back with a cry of pain. Yori gasped in shock, sliding to a halt. Monkey Fist sat up, mouth agape. "Unlikely Monkey Man," a voice stated, as the figure came to light.

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"Hirotaka!" Yori exclaimed. He smirked quickly at her.

Monkey Fist scowled then leapt up, ordering, "Monkey Ninjas, attack!"

Hirotaka scoffed as the creatures dove at him. Easily he dodged them all. Monkey Fist suddenly lunged, however, and his smug smirk fell. He gasped as the monkey master tackled him to the ground and began furiously attacking. Hirotaka desperately blocked the blows as Yori raced up to help. Monkey Fist, hearing her, suddenly stopped the assault long enough to kick her in the side and leap up. Unfortunately, Hirotaka was quick to recover, and now both he and Yori stood in front of the door which led into the Lotus Blade's sacred room. Siblings, they had to be, he now realized as he looked at them. They looked so alike, and fought in that perfect harmony only siblings cold possibly achieve. He'd never known the girl had a brother. This could be very interesting for future reference.

"Why must meddling busy bodies always insist on making things so difficult?" Monkey Fist furiously demanded, eyes burning murderously. "Monkey Ninjas…" he began.

Just then a calm old voice finished, "Attack?" Monkey Fist gasped, paling, and whirled, along with his ninjas. There behind them stood the Sensei, and he was flanked on both sides by ninjas, all fixing Monkey Fist with a vicious glare.

"It will be our honor to defeat you now," Hirotaka said, teasingly winking and nudging his sister. She giggled good naturedly at the rib about her favored word.

"Well, this is a tad inconvenient," Monkey Fist stated, ponderously holding his chin. He wanted the Lotus Blade. Oh how he wanted it, but there was no chance he would get it with the ninjas all converging on his locale. He scowled, then added, "No matter. I don't plan on being captured today." All at once he pulled, from a pouch, two smoke pellets. Hirotaka and Yori gasped. Monkey Fist slammed them down, and all the ninjas converged on the spot he had been. Yori knew instantly it was a mistake. She had seen how he leapt and moved. His abilities far exceeded any mere man's in those regards. He could leap right over the other ninjas! She instantly leapt against the wall, wall hopping over the pile up, heading for the corner. Hirotaka, seeing his sister's movements, instantly followed her. Brother and sister landed on the other side of the pile, Yori barely sparing a glance back at her brother, then raced after Monkey Fist.

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They couldn't see him. Where was he! "Yori, I will take you to his point of entry!" Hirotaka called over. Yori nodded and let her brother take the lead. In seconds they'd reached the opening in the roof. Hirotaka leapt up first, Yori following. No sooner had Hirotaka reached the roof, though, then he cried out in pain as he felt a jarring kick. He flew back and coughed, hitting the roof hard.

Yori had just barely ducked under her brother's body as it flew overhead. She gasped, then frowned, eyes like daggers bearing into Monkey Fist and his ninjas as they retreated. She clambered out of the hole and called, "Hirotaka, I am going after him! Alert Sensei and the others!"

"Yori, wait, do not go alone!" Hirotaka called after her as he reached out. It was in vain. She never heard, or if she had paid no attention. He staggered up. He had to go after her! He darted by the hole, but all of a sudden he felt a hand on his shoulder and froze, turning with a gasp. "Sensei!" he exclaimed.

"Young Hirotaka, do not worry for your sister's safety. I assure you she will be fine," Sensei stated calmly.

"But Sensei…" he began.

"Enough. She will be just fine. If it helps, you may wait on the roof for her return," Sensei repeated.

Hirotaka looked worriedly after her, then sighed, shoulders sagging. "Yes Sensei," he agreed, though 'yes Sensei' were the last words he wanted to say. There was no point in arguing his master, though. He wouldn't win. Looking after his sister, he said aloud, "Be safe Yori."