Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, any of the other characters from that show, or those from any other media I may reference in my stories.
This story is the sequel to 'No Country for Young Heroines.' It is not set in a Kim/Ron universe, but contains no actual pairings. It is part of my 'Four Seasons' universe, one of the prequels to the first segment of that, 'Summer'.
It begins in early spring of Kim's senior year at Middleton High School.
Kim Possible was about as happy as she'd been in a long time. Her life was clicking on all cylinders, scholastically, personally, and in her chosen sideline of saving the world from maniacal supervillains. She referred to it thus only because she already envisaged a time when she'd leave it behind, when she decided to live a relatively 'normal' life. Relatively because she expected there to be long lasting consequences from her fame as a heroine that would crop up as her life progressed. Hopefully, though, they wouldn't interfere too badly with her future.
Scholastically, she was an Honor Student, a leading candidate for Class Valedictorian, and captain of the Regional Championship Cheer Team. She'd even caught Mister Barkin smiling with satisfaction while perusing one of her essays, though the smile vanished immediately upon his becoming aware of her presence.
Personally, she had a loving family, albeit one that occasionally drove her to near-homicidal thoughts, or at least the occasional fantasy of life as an only child once more. And her lifelong best friend, or at least of her post Pre-K life, was beginning to show signs of actually graduating, an issue that had been in doubt for some time. Except somehow Kim had never doubted it, despite substantial proof to the contrary.
In her crimefighting life, most of her foes were going through changes, some possibly even giving up crime altogether. Dementor was having business troubles, having barely survived a hostile takeover. Rumors also suggested that he was in tax trouble with the German government. Montgomery Fiske, Monkeyfist, after a long obsession with becoming the true master of Mystical Monkey Power, had sought a new path to achieve his goal, the 'Path of the Yono'. But then someone, Kim believed the Sensei Yamanouchi, had shown Fiske what waited at the end of that path. And whatever was there had scared him sane, according to Global Justice reports. He had been inactive since then, nearly two months. Only in Ron Stoppable's online stories was he still active, and Ron had promised Kim as interesting interpretation of the 'end' of Monkeyfist.
Rumors said that Duff Killigan, the 'World's Most Dangerous Golfer', had fallen in love. In any event, he had recently been devoting his time solely to administering to his ancestral holdings, and filling his role as Laird of Loch Killigan.
DNAmy had also gone quiet, but Kim had little clue as to why, other then a veiled reference to 'Once bitten, Twice shy' from Doctor Director, who said in this case it was literal, and also highly classified. The fact that Kim was not privy to such information at the moment, as far as Global Justice was concerned was primarily her own fault. ON one hand, it was no longer likely that she'd become a regular GJ agent. IN addition, Betty Director was still unhappy about Kim's actions the previous summer when she'd gone off to Isle Drakkon on a flimsy pretext and found herself up to her neck in trouble.
Kim couldn't fault the woman for being unhappy, but it had been months! How long could she continue to punish...well, maybe that was making it too personal. The teen shook her head, then broke off her musings to find that she'd arrived at her destination on auto-pilot, the Stoppable residence. She took the time to take a deep breath of the crisp, cool air and restore her mental equilibrium before ringing the doorbell.
Jean Stoppable answered the door, and smiled fondly when she saw Kim. "Right on time, but I expected nothing different! Come on in!" She ushered Kimberly inside, where the girl promptly spotted the reason for her visit.
Kim's smile widened. "And how is my favorite baby in the whole world?" She cooed as she advanced on Hana, who was sitting in a high chair in the living room. The little girl's own face lit up when she recognized Kim. She began to wave both arms vigorously as Kim swept her up in her arms. "Oh, you're getting to be a big girl aren't you? Yes you are!" Kim glanced at Jean, "Seriously!"
Hana giggled as Jean nodded agreement with Kim. "She puts it away at mealtimes, that's for sure. Sometimes can't believe so much food can go into so small a body...until I have to change her diaper, of course!" Jean and Kim both rolled their eyes, smiling. "By the way, Ron's upstairs, hopefully doing homework!"
At that moment Ron's father Dean Stoppable came bouncing into the living room. Almost literally bouncing, Kim noted, even more hyped up then when he had won the Actuary of the Year award. He smacked his hands together, rubbing them vigorously even as he kissed both his wife and adopted daughter. "Are we ready to go yet? Oh, hi, Kim!"
Kim greeted him politely as Jean smiled a tolerant smile. "We're almost ready, Dear, need to give Kim her instructions, then fetch Ron down from the attic."
"Right!" Dean heartily replied, "Then I'll...too early to warm up the car, hmm..Ah! I'll go check my E-Mails, see if any more of the guys have managed to get free and be there!" He bounced back out of the room.
"He checked his E-Mails ten minutes ago." Jean observed dryly, then smiled at Kim. "Basically, this is just an overextended babysitting chore. We'll be leaving at four, hopefully, and might be back as late as one, maybe even two, in the morning. We might make it there in two hours, with Dean driving, but I'll be driving us home, so the return trip will be somewhat longer! It basically depends on how long Dean hangs out with his old school buddies after the game."
Kim nodded her understanding. "This game is considered a big rivalry game, yet only happens every other year?" She asked.
Jean looked heavenward. "Yes, Thank the Lord!" Then she shrugged. "Still, it's nice that this year he thinks Ron is grown up enough to come along, and meet all Dean's old friends, and engage in their usual post-game rituals...under my watchful eye! Not sure whether the post-victory or post-defeat version would be better for Ron, but there will be some other 'next-gen' kids there, he shouldn't get bored."
"Is your husband unhappy that Ron probably isn't going to the same university as he did?" Kim asked as she smiled at Hana, who had hold of one of Kim's fingers.
"Not at all! Ron's not going to be an actuary...we were worried for a while about him making it to college at all, you know." Jean admitted, "He did so well in middle school, then seemed to drop off once he was in High School." She shook her head, then beamed a smile at Hana as she addressed Kim. "Dinner is ready to be warmed up, and her food is in the usual place. She's gone off strained apples for some reason, just like with carrots a couple of months ago. If you get tired, feel free to lie down in the guest room, or wherever you're comfortable."
Kim nodded again, smiling. "We'll be fine, Mrs Stoppable." Hana burbled happily, as if to agree.
"I know I can trust you, Kim." Jean replied, then she took Hana into her own arms. "Now, would you mind heading upstairs and getting Ron moving?"
"No problem, Mrs Stoppable!" Kim replied, and dashed up the stairs.
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Ron struggled to free himself from the vines, while glaring angrily at Drakken. "We're on the same side! You're not supposed to grab me!"
Wringing his hands agitatedly, Drakken shot back "I know, force of habit! You rushed right at me!"
"To push you out of the way of that!" Ron shouted back, trying to indicate a fallen Lorwardan walker with his head. "And why aren't they letting go of me now?!"
"They seem to sense some latent hostility in you towards me...Gah!" The blue scientist shouted as more debris rained from the sky, forcing him to dodge madly to avoid them. He looked skywards to where Kim Possible, in her white and blue supersuit, was engaging in an aerial duel with the Lorwardan leader, Warhok. "I think she did that on purpose!"
Before Ron could reply, a crash heralded the arrival of two more combatants, Warmonga and Shego. They came through the wall of a nearby building, tumbling a short distance before breaking apart and unsteadily rising to their feet. Both looked much the worse for wear, and the 'supersuit' Drakken had built for Shego looked like it had shot it's last bolt, but the thief still had her plasma.
Wobbling unsteadily, Shego fixed Warmonga with her good eye, the other being nearly swollen shut. "You had enough, pickle-face?" She challenged her opponent.
"Never!" Roared Warmonga, before swaying dizzily for a moment, "A warrior of Lorwarda would never admit defeat to an insignificant being such as yourself! They would rather die first!" Then she staggered, blinking, "Or pass out..." she added. Then her eyes crossed, and she fell face forward in the street with a substantial 'thud'.
A triumphant smirk appeared on Shego's face, then she winced and felt the hinge of her jaw, before straightening up. "Yeah, she thought she was the big b—big--she thought she was tough, but I shewed—showed her!"
"Shego, are you all right?" Drakken asked in a worried tone. The vines had gone slack around Ron, and he disentangled himself as he studied Shego carefully.
"Never Better, Doctor D!" Shego declared, only to abruptly drop to her knees. She looked down in surprise, then muttered "O-kay, been better, but I'm still..." Then her eyes rolled up in her head, and she toppled sideways to the ground.
Both men started towards her, only to have a loud shout of alarm draw their eyes skyward. Then they broke in opposite directions as Warhok face-planted in the street, his flight pack spiraling downwards independently to crash into a pile of rubble.
Ron looked upwards. "KP!" He shouted, as his BFGF swooped down to land on the prostrate body of their alien foe.
"And save!" Ron Stoppable muttered to himself. Then he flexed his fingers and rubbed his hands as he read what he'd written. "That should work!" He remarked with a look of satisfaction on his face, which he lost as he vaulted from his chair when the voice of his best friend came from behind him.
"And at what point in this story do you get to share the credit for the victory?" Kim asked, "Since I believe we agreed that if this is the finale, you need to get the credit you deserve for the success of our team?"
"KP, don't do that!" Ron exclaimed, "I'm the one who's supposed to be a ninja! Or a pseudo ninja, anyway!" He sat back down as he tried to get his heart rate under control.
"That doesn't answer my question!" Kim persisted sternly.
Ron made a face. "KP, you're the heroine of the story, you're the one who triumphs over evil, I'm the sidekick!"
"No!" Kim said flatly, "You're no sidekick to me, you're my partner, and you have been for some time!"
"In real life yes, KP!" Ron responded in an appeasing tone, "But not in the stories! I mean, there's already so many differences between real life and my writing, why does this one thing matter?"
Kim held his gaze for a moment, then sighed, and quietly said "It matters to me, Ron."
Ron felt his insides knot up, his resistance failing. For some people the Puppy Dog Pout was necessary, but not for Ron. "KP...how am I supposed to take on a nine foot alien and win?" he asked plaintively.
"How did I? You had to give me that supersuit that's still just a fantasy in Wade's mind...or it had better be! You even gave Shego one, from what I just read! I mean, you could...use your Mystical Monkey Power, right?" Kim stood with her arms folded, awaiting his response.
Ron grimaced. "Kim, some of my fans...how powerful am I supposed to make the MMP? I don't even know how powerful it actually is!" Then he relented slightly. "I'd have to ask Sensei, he's very concerned with how I portray it. The fact it's in my stories actually helps most people disbelieve it's existence, which is actually a good thing, according to him. But, it is real, and he wants me to be careful about how I write about it!"
Kim took that in and stood silently for a long moment, then she nodded. "Ron, don't think this is an ego thing. When I agreed you could make us boyfriend and girlfriend in the stories...it's not like I'm asking you to make the Ron you write about the 'equal' of your Kim, or anything like that! I want you to portray him as a guy who can stand on his own two feet, kick butt and take names!" Ron's eyes widened slightly at that, and a little color came to Kim's cheeks. "At least think about it, please?"
Again no PDP was necessary. Ron folded his hand mentally, then smiled. "Okay, KP, I'll work on it, I promise!"
"Good!" Kim declared decisively, then frowned. "Why did you make Drakken and Shego our allies?"
"Oh! I was actually going to have a bunch of our villains, plus some old allies, all join us in defeating the Lorwardans, but decided that would take too much writing, so I dropped it to one villain. And of course it had to be the first one we ever fought! In print, that is!" Ron explained.
Kim still didn't look too happy with the idea, but she nodded grudgingly. "Well, as long as you're not getting any ideas that those two are reforming in real life, that's all!"
"Why would I get that idea?" Ron asked, somewhat confused.
Kim blinked, then shook her head slightly. "Nevermind! Um, where did you get the idea for Drakken having the vines and stuff?"
Ron sensed that Kim may have just diverted him from a topic sensitive to her, but let it go. "From images Wade pulled from Dementor's security system, after Drakken and Shego's raid on his botanical laboratory. There was one where some vines were so tightly wrapped around Doctor D, you'd have thought they were growing out of him!"
"Oh." Kim replied, remembering the same footage. Then she noticed the time showing on Ron's computer screen. "You'd better get moving, your parents want to leave at four."
Ron did a double-take on the clock. "Oh, snap! You're right!" He shot to his feet and dashed to his closet, one just recently built to further improve the status of the attic as living quarters. As he snatched a different shirt off a hanger, he called over his shoulder. "Rufus has everything he should need, so you don't have to worry about him, KP!"
Kim glanced over to where Rufus' cage perched atop an old table. His running tubes were suspended from the rafters, running in a racetrack shape around the room, just above eye level to Kim. The naked mole rat regarded her briefly in return, before dashing into one of the tubes and hurrying around the room to where Ron was tugging a facsimile football jersey on over his head, with the number 7 on it, in Middleton Mad Dog home colors. "Flying your home team's colors tonight?" She asked teasingly.
Ron nodded, grinning. "Natch! I always wondered if I could have worked on my shooting enough to make the basketball team! I had the mad dribbling skills, but man..."
"You could have, Ron." Kim replied with certainty, "All you needed to do was practice! And think about the story, I want you holding your own, if not winning the day yourself. You've soloed five missions by my count, you deserve more credit!"
Busy digging his wallet out of a drawer in his bedside table, Ron made a face. "Well, if you want to give me honest credit..." He saw Kim's curious but expectant look, took a breath, and continued, "I had a little help on three of those, so only two were truly solo."
"Help from.." Kim began, when suddenly Dean Stoppable's voice came from below, calling for Ron. Kim sighed. "We'll talk about that later, you'd better get going!"
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It was nearly midnight when the last movie Kim had the vaguest interest in ended. She'd watched the one DVD she'd brought, and didn't care to repeat the viewing, she'd hated the ending. She liked playing video games with Ron, but they didn't appeal to her as a solo activity. And Hana was apparently choosing to have one of her good nights, there hadn't been a peep from her since Kim had put her down for the night.
A ferocious yawn made Kim tilt her head back, and she smiled as she spotted the baby footprints on the ceiling. They were actually cut from a black plastic material, and could be peeled off anytime. Ron's father had made them and applied them after reading one of Ron's 'Hana' stories. Ron's mother said they were good for discovering whether visitors had ever read Ron's story, by the way they reacted if they spotted them. Especially if they happened to be holding Hana in their own lap at the time.
Kim really didn't want to sleep in one of the Stoppables' beds, but their couch was for some reason very uncomfortable to sleep on. Ron claimed that was deliberate, and had to do with certain relatives, but Kim wasn't sure how truthful that was.
Finally giving into the inevitable, Kim rose and stretched, yawning prodigiously once again, picked up the baby monitor, and started to head for the guest room. But then she stopped, and turned towards the stairs up. If Hana woke her up, she didn't want to be that far from the baby's room, and have to fumble around in the dark in a strange place.
By the time she'd reached the top of the stairs, she'd already dismissed using Ron's parents' room, that just seemed too awkweird. Which left her with Ron's attic room, which had two advantages: Hana's room was right at the foot of the steps up, and she knew the room well enough not to trip over things in the dark. Oddly, considering his generally disordered lifestyle, Ron was fastidious about keeping his room picked up, and had been for as long as Kim had known him. In fact, he had been far neater about that then she had, up until they both hit nine or so.
Kim looked in on Hana just to be sure, and saw her sleeping peacefully. Then she began to trudge up the stairs to the attic, using the switch at the foot of the stairs to turn the lights on above, and yawning enough to have been embarrassing if she hadn't been alone. "With all this yawning, watch me hit the bed and not be able to go to sleep!" She thought with a grin.
Kim took a peek in Rufus' cage, but the little animal seemed to be sound asleep as well. She set the baby monitor next to the bed, then kicked off her shoes. Leaving the covers in place, she took the folded comforter at the foot of Ron's bed, shook it out, then pulled it over herself as she lay down. She used a bedside switch to extinguish the lights, and contrary to her expectations, she was out like the lights within three minutes.
She wasn't exactly sure what roused her, but something caused her to stir. The comforter was over her head, so she must have been in a burrowing mood. She yawned and wet dry lips, and was about to throw off the comforter when the bed moved. She froze. Was it Ron? Too zonked to notice the bed was occupied? "No, wait...Ron would have turned the lights on, so who?" Whoever it was was getting under all the covers, which seemed to indicate...then a familiar voice whispered in the dark...
"Stoppable-san, wake up, it's 'booyah' time!"
Rufus' eyes shot open at the sound of some incoherent shout. His night-adjusted eyes had just registered a sinister dark mass up near the ceiling when the lights suddenly blazed on, causing him shut his eyes in response. But not before he identified the mass as the comforter from Ron's bed, which was just beginning to descend from the height to which it had been propelled.
Squinting, he was able to make out his second favorite human, Ron's non-mate female friend, standing on the near side of his master's bed. She looked quite disheveled, not that Rufus was any judge of human style. She also looked quite shocked, something his master had sometimes incurred in her, so he knew the look.
On the other side of the bed was another human he hadn't fully decided on yet. His master treated her more as a mate during several nocturnal visits she had made lately. Right now, she also looked shocked, and was dressed the same way as Rufus himself went through life...
"Yori?!?" Kim hissed in shock, glancing quickly at the baby monitor.
Catching the glance, and appreciating it's significance, Yori also kept her voice down. "Kim Possible, what the hell are you doing in Ron's bed?!"
Kim sucked in her cheeks as she bit back her first retort. Then she smirked. "Fell out of character, Yori? Or does Ron like it when you talk like that?" She was trying to ignore the fact that Yori was apparently unconcerned with her nudity. Kim was fairly sure her own embarrassment would have been terminal if by some unlikely chance the sitch had been reversed.
Now the Japanese girl smirked as she placed her hands on her hips. "As a matter of fact, he does seem to respond...favorably, to it!"
For the hundredth time in her life, at least, Kim wished she had voluntary control of her blush reflex. She saw Yori's smirk widen as her own cheeks reddened. Then inspiration struck her. "Maybe so, but he's an underage boy 'responding' to you!"
Smirk changed to scowl as Yori glared at Kim. "Well, as far as I'm concerned, it's none of your business!"
"That may be true," A new and unexpected voice spoke, causing both girl's heads to snap around, "But it is damn well is my business!"
Jean Stoppable stood near enough to the top of the steps that her head was visible, and the look on her face boded ill for someone, or a pair of someones.
Kim closed her eyes, wincing. "Ron, I hope they allow you to write..."
Rufus, deciding that there was precious little he could do to save his master this time, chose to burrow into his bedding and try and return to sleep. After all, his living circumstances might change at any moment, no point wasting his possibly last chance to enjoy a comfortable bed...
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In the rear seat of the Stoppables' van, sitting in the driveway outside the opened garage door, Ron and his father sat side-by-side, heads leaning against one another, snoring. It was this image that Jean had wanted Kim to see, the reason she had entered the house alone. She had been quiet, of course, to avoid waking Hana, and had clearly heard the outraged shout when Kim had first exited the bed.
Now Ron twitched as the garage lights came on and hit him in the face. His eyelids flickered, then some instinct insisted that he open them fully. As he blinked to try and adjust to the light, he made out three blurry outlines through the windshield.
Then he began to make out details, and realized he was looking at Kim, his mom, and...very suddenly, Ron was very much awake, and dearly wishing he wasn't. He nudged his dad with his elbow. "Dad, you might want to move away, because I'm about to get hit by 360 pounds of female outrage!" He said mournfully.
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"Grounded! For how long, Kim?" Monique asked in a shocked tone. The two girls were in Kim's room the following morning, which was Saturday. Monique had come by to drag Kim to the mall, and hadn't expecting much resistance to the dragging. But instead, Kim had dragged her, upstairs to her bedroom, where she'd closed the hatch and even turned on a white-sound generator, before telling Monique the whole story.
"Until he graduates, with grades adequate to go to a decent college!" Kim responded dourly from the depths of her beanbag chair. "And that includes missions!" She added in an exasperated tone.
"Are you serious, girlfriend?" Monique asked incredulously. She sat on the edge of Kim's bed. "If you go, you go solo?"
"Yeah, that's No Big, recently!" Kim replied, "On disasters, I usually get there after the locals have gotten organized, and Global Justice has been backing me up a lot more promptly then they used to." She paused, making a face, "Since my little fiasco in the Caribbean last summer, that is!" She qualified.
"Uh huh." Monique responded neutrally. Knowing it would do no good at all to adjust Kim's opinions regarding missions, she instead chose to focus on the juicy stuff. "What's up with these ninjas, letting teenagers run around like that? I mean, does she come all the way from Japan just to give Ron a roll?"
"Mon..." Kim began, then broke off, massaging her forehead with one hand briefly before abruptly struggling to her feet. She began to pace. "Yori isn't a teenager, she's a ninja!"
Monique waited briefly for further elaboration, but her patience wasn't present for duty just then. "Other then a simple statement of fact, does that have other meaning?"
Kim stopped, pressing her fingertips to both temples. "Yeah, it does." She took a slow, deep breath, then turned to face Monique. "The ninja didn't just run around in the dead of night in dark clothes, Mon. They perfected the art of remaining unseen, or unnoticed would be better, in any circumstance. They could disguise themselves by the simplest means, and alter their appearance to play many roles. One good ninja, wearing a single set of clothes, could pass himself off as a peasant, prosperous merchant, or minor official, with only a few alterations in how they wore the clothes, their demeanor, lots of simple things."
She dropped into the chair at her desk as Monique listened raptly. "The real first time that I met Yori was in Hawaii, she was playing the role of a tour guide to a bunch of middle-age Japanese tourists, several of whom were Yamanouchi ninjas. And she was playing it as a Japanese-American, and her idiom was perfect! The second time, I sat on a plane for three hours without realizing that the power secretary across the aisle in the business suit was her, with her immediate superior who I'd met before playing her boss. If they hadn't deliberately let me know, I'd probably still not have known they were there! I heard them talking business the whole flight, and it sounded completely authentic!"
Monique shook her head in wonder. "Is there anything in Ron's stories about those guys that is true?"
Kim shrugged, a lopsided grin on her face, "They are ninjas."
"But Yori isn't a teenager?" Monique asked warily.
"No, but she plays one in real life!" Kim joked half-heartedly.
"Well, that brings up some issues concerning Ron's age doesn't it..." Monique trailed off as a thought struck her. Then her eyes widened. "Hi—Hi—Hirotaka?" She looked at Kim incredulously, "Was Hirotaka a teenager?"
Kim winced, then shook her head slowly.
Monique smacked herself on the forehead, flopping back on the bed as she did. "We—we crushed on a...please tell me he wasn't that far past 20!" She raised her head to give Kim a pleading look.
Kim made a face. "Can't say for certain, but I later found out that he had graduated college, not long before he came over to keep an eye on me."
Monique groaned. "What would have happened if we had managed to get to the head of the line, so to speak?"
Kim snorted. "Through practically the whole Junior and Senior classes? Not very likely!" She sighed. "I love Ron, but when he digs himself a hole, he buries himself in it!"
"Said it before, the boy does have his talents!" Monique cracked as she sat up again. Then she saw Kim scrutinizing her, and she waved her hands in negation. "Don't get any ideas, girlfriend! Whatever Yori taught him, only Yori has benefited from...or...well, as far as I know, but Ron is pretty popular with some girls that know better than to believe the stories he writes."
"Which, according to Wade's informal poll, is roughly 37%!" Kim remarked. She smiled ruefully, "Sometimes I wish I hadn't let him hook us up in the online stories, so many people believe the wrong parts of those stories!" Then four familiar tones sounded from her computer. "Speak of the devil!" She grinned, and turned to activate the screen.
Wade's smiling face appeared. "Hi Kim." Then he grimaced. "Heard about Ron, that's not good! Think he can make the grades?"
"He can make the grades, Wade!" Kim responded without hesitation, "Now what's the sitch?"
"Oh! Well, you have a hit on your site, from someone you know." Her webmaster replied, then hesitated before elaborating, "Jen Paladin."
Kim frowned, mulling that over, and coming up with.."I got nothing, Wade, what does she say she wants?"
"She wants you to do something concerning Shego, and she says it's complicated, and totally voluntary, but can't go into details until she meets with you." Wade waited for over a minute as Kim frowned in concentration. "What do you want me to reply?" He finally prodded her.
"I—I owe her my life, but this doesn't sound like..." She nodded decisively, "Set it up, Wade, I at least have to hear her out!"
"You got it, Kim!" He replied, and signed off.
"Already going solo, girlfriend?" Monique asked, now standing at Kim's shoulder.
"No Big, Mon, it's Shego, I can handle her!" Kim replied confidently.
The skeptical look remained on Monique's face. "Uh, huh. It's also 'complicated' which probably means you aren't just going to go in and try and kick her ass, Kim! That you can handle, I know."
Kim put her hands behind her neck and arched her back. "Well, I'll just have to handle 'complicated' too!"
Okay, the humor isn't going to last, and I think I'll earn the 'M' rating I'm tagging this with before it's over, and it's not going to be sex.
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