Disclaimer: Kim Possible and all IP as it is presented in the canon animated television series is Copyright and Trademark by the Disney Company, using characters originally created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle. Chrono Trigger, Chrono Cross, and all IP as it is presented in the two console video games are Copyright and Trademark by Square Enix Holdings Co., Ltd. This is a transformative fan fiction work.
Note: Here is my first attempt at a crossover fanfic. Hopefully I'll do well with it.
KIM POSSIBLE: CHRONO SITCH, CHAPTER ONE
The beautiful red-haired girl stood at the bow of the ship, overlooking the figurehead, as the ship cut swiftly through the gentle waves of the ocean. She wore finely crafted boiled leather armor over traveler's clothes and kept a finely crafter longsword on her hip. A shield bearing the crest of Choras sat on the floor of the ship next to the girl. The warm, salty air moved across the girl's face like a lover's caress and caused her beige cloak to sway slightly. The girl gently brushed locks of her red hair from her eyes, smiling as she considered the rolling waters in front of her.
For a girl of barely seventeen summers, this was an incredible journey. It wasn't the first time she had taken the journey, to be certain. But it was the first time she had taken the journey under her own cognizance and volition. It was the first time she had taken the journey without her parents and her twin brothers. Her family had taken the journey once each year for as long as she could remember, failing only once as her mother's pregnancy with the twins had been a difficult one. Now, she was being allowed to make the journey herself as an adult.
As an adult!
Those words had a powerful effect on the girl's self-esteem. Her parents trusted her to take care of herself and to conduct herself in a manner befitting an adult. The amount of freedom that the girl felt was almost overwhelming... almost scary.
But the girl promised herself that she was ready for this challenge. Besides, once they hit dry land, she would have more family to whom to turn.
As the girl continued the waves and her situation, soft and melodious singing drifted through the air past her. The redhead turned to see the source of the wonderful music and smiled at what she saw. A beautiful young lady, with skin as dark as gourmet chocolate candy, sat atop a nearby barrel of grog, strumming a mandolin and singing softly to herself. Her clothing, as colorful as they were complimentary to her slender figure, danced about her form in a breeze-swept pattern that was almost mesmerizing.
"Monique," the redhead said, stepping up to the young bard. "Good morning, beautiful."
Monique returned the redhead's smile as she set her mandolin aside. "Good morning, Kim. Have you been there all night?"
Kim shook her head and turned to gaze back out over the waves. "No. Just since right before the dawn. The anticipation is overwhelming, Monique. I've made this journey fifteen times before. Yet, it seems so new and wondrous since I'm doing it on my own... without my parents."
Monique nodded knowingly. "Well, you're not doing it on your own, girlfriend. You've got me. And you know I have your back. Always have and always will."
Kim spun and flashed Monique a playful grin. "That's just it, Monique. It's just you and me. No parents controlling our actions. No little brothers to get underfoot. Just you and me. Against the world. With just our wits and charms."
"Given your wits and my charms," Monique laughed, "I would say the world has already lost, Miss Top Of My Class At The Choras Hero Academy."
Kim bit her lower lip gently and blushed slightly at that reference. It was true. The Kingdom of Choras had founded an academy for aspiring heroes in honor of the lost hero, Cyrus. Kimberly Ann Possible had graduated from the first graduating class of that academy, earning the top honor of that class. Her instructors expected great things from this aspiring paladin. Kim expected to not disappoint.
"Well, with any luck and the blessing of God," Kim replied, regaining some composure, "you and I won't have to flex those proverbial muscles. This'll be an easy-breezy vacation to the Kingdom of Guardia."
Monique nodded and stepped past Kim to gaze out over the ocean. "I'm with you on that one, Kim. Didn't you say you had family in Guardia?"
Kim rolled her eyes and smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, you could say that."
"LAND HO!" a man's voice suddenly cried from above the teenage girls. It had come from the sailor in the crow's nest.
Kim and Monique looked out over the waters and, sure enough, slivers of land were starting to peek out over the horizon.
Kim smiled and turned to Monique. "Monique, my friend? Welcome to the village of Truce."
Monique smiled back at Kim. Kim couldn't help but admire how beautiful Monique was when she smiled.
"I look forward to seeing what Truce is like," Monique said. The sincerity in her voice was genuine.
Kim nodded and turned back to watching the approaching land. She couldn't hide her smile even if she had wanted to try.
"Aunt Gina!" Kim cried, dropping her backpack and dashing across the pier to envelope the nearby elderly woman in a warm, tight hug. Monique stood by Kim's backpack and watched on with a smile.
The elderly woman, who possessed a simple attractiveness with dark blond hair with streaks of gray, returned the hug and snuggled the redhead teen close. "My, Kimberly, you have grown so much!"
"Aunt Gina!" Kim laughed, pulling away from the woman. "It's only been a year since you've seen me!"
"I know!" Gina replied, laughing softly in return. "But look at you now. You look so much stronger, so much more self-confident, than you did last year."
"Choras opened up an academy for heroes," Kim explained. "I blew through the entire four year curriculum in less than a year and graduated top of my class. I'm ready to become a full-fledged paladin now!"
Gina nodded thoughtfully, an impressed look in her eye. "So, I take it that one of the goals you have while you're here is to take a pilgrimage to the Cathedral, then?"
"Yeah," Kim agreed. "I'm hoping the Bishop will anoint me as a full-fledged paladin before I go back to Choras."
Gina glanced up and over Kim's shoulder. "Oh, who is your friend?"
"Oh, I so totally spaced," Kim gasped, turning around to run back for her backpack. As she scooped up her backpack, Kim kissed Monique gently on the cheek. "Thank you so much for watching our stuff."
Monique grinned knowingly. "So, this is your aunt, huh?"
Kim turned to see Gina approaching the girls. "Monique, this is my Aunt Gina. This is the family in Truce I was talking about. Aunt Gina, this is my girlfriend, Monique."
"Your...?" Gina said, stumbling slightly with her words before recovering her composure. "Oh, my! This is a development I had not been told about. When did this happen?"
"We've been entertaining the idea for a few years now," Monique confessed. "But it wasn't until Kim and I got into the Academy that we decided to make it official."
"I even took her to the annual Choras Gala," Kim smirked. "I made all of the boys jealous."
"We both did," Monique added. Both girls giggled at each other at that.
"Well, it is very nice to meet you, Monique," Gina said, taking Monique's hands into her own in a polite gesture. She then turned to Kim. "I have to admit my astonishment, young lady. Getting into a prestigious new academy, taking a beautiful girl to the annual Gala, bringing her on a voyage across the ocean to Truce... it's a good thing your parents are an accomplished shipwright and an accomplished apothecary, young lady. Prices in Choras are highway robbery."
"Oh, don't I know it," Kim agreed, rolling her eyes. "But it will all be worth it in the end. Kimberly Ann Possible, hero of the land, and her partner in heroism, Monique Songmoor, conquering evil at every turn."
Gina turned to Monique. "What is it you do, young lady?"
"I'm a scholar, ma'am," Monique replied, bowing slightly. "I went to the Academy, too, though I've yet to graduate. While your niece specialized in swordplay and tactics, I focused on music and academia. My music can evoke certain minor magicks that can heal and support Kim in her fights. You... are comfortable with your niece being a swordswoman?"
Kim and Gina looked at each other for a few moments before they both started busting up laughing.
"You haven't told her?" Gina asked of her niece incredulously.
"No," Kim admitted, blushing slightly. She then turned to Monique. "Monique, I'm sorry. I was scared that if I told you about my cousin, you would think differently of me."
Monique gasped and gazed on Kim with wide eyes. "After three years, you think I'd think differently of you just because of your cousin? Girlfriend, I'm insulted."
"Please," Kim smiled apologetically, taking Monique's hands from Gina and holding them herself. "Let me make it up to you. Let's go meet my cousin and his family. I think you'll understand then."
"Be sure to drop your stuff off at the house, first," Gina admonished. "Kimmie can show you where the guest room is at, Monique. Then you can head off to see her cousin."
"Wait," Monique said, looking queerly between Kim and Gina. "Um, if your cousin isn't at your aunt's house, then where is he?"
Kim smiled devilishly at that point. "Get yourself ready, dear. Because we're going to Guardia Castle."
"Lady Kimberly!" one of the castle guards yelped, standing to attention. "Ma'am! It had come to our attention that you would be arriving from Choras. It pleases us that you made it safely."
"Thank you, Biggs," Kim replied, nodding politely to the guard. She then turned to glance and nod at the guard's partner on the other side of the door. "Wedge."
"Ma'am!" Wedge replied, saluting the young lady.
"Lady Kimberly?" Monique asked, raising a brow to her girlfriend.
Kim smirked at the chocolate-skinned beauty. "You'll understand. Come on. We have free run of the castle."
Monique was left speechless, standing there in disbelief as Kim strode past the guards and through the doorway. "We... we do?"
"Come on!" Kim called back, prompting Monique to shake her head and dart through the doorway to catch up with Kim.
As Monique skipped to a halt next to Kim, Kim presented the girls' surroundings with a flourish. "Monique, welcome to Castle Guardia!"
Monique looked around and couldn't help but marvel at what she was seeing. They stood in a grand hallway, the stone walls adorned with paintings and tapestries of all types. A huge stairway led up to huge double doors ahead of the girls. Large hallways extended out and around in both directions to the girls' sides. With torches burning in numerous sconces and rugs, tables, and statuary adorning the floor, the whole scene held a warm and pleasant feeling.
"I've never seen anything like it, not even in the Hero's Museum," Monique breathed.
"I know," Kim sighed happily. "I love it here. I enjoy visiting here as often as I can."
"So...," Monique said, finally speaking what was on her mind. "Um, who is your cousin, anyway? The captain of the guard? A court noble? The head chef?"
"Nope, nope, and nope," Kim replied, folding her arms in front of her and grinning. "Though I wouldn't mind that last one. She took over for her father a few years ago and I would kill to be able to eat her food every day."
"Then who is...?" Monique began to ask.
"Kimberly? Is that you, sweetheart?"
Kim and Monique turned to look up the stairs to see the most radiant woman Monique had ever laid eyes on. Probably in her late thirties, the blond-haired beauty had a body that would make a twenty-something woman jealous. That body was draped in the most luxurious white silk and lace dress and flattered the figure spectacularly.
Monique privately vowed to design an even better dress someday.
"Marle!" Kim cried, running up the stairs to glomp the blond beauty.
Monique stared at the scene in awe. "The Queen of Guardia is your cousin?"
Kim laughed into Marle's shoulder as Marle smirked knowingly at Kim.
"Are you being all mysterious again, Kimberly?" Marle asked, amused.
Kim only nodded into Marle's shoulders, unable to control her laughter.
Marle smiled patiently and turned to Monique. "No, young lady. I am not Kimberly's cousin."
"Oh," Monique said softly, before recovering herself and bowing before Marle. "Please forgive me for my presumptuousness, Your Majesty."
"My husband is Kimberly's cousin," Marle added, a devilish grin on her face.
"What about me now?"
Before Monique could respond to Marle, her gaze followed the other voice that had entered the room from beyond the double doors, which were now opened ajar. A tall, broad-shouldered man entered the room through said doors. His most telling feature, his spiky red hair, adorned his head like a crown. He wore beige breeches and a regal blue tunic. The top of the flowing golden cape that the man wore seemed to wrap around his shoulders like a scarf. A katana, sheathed in a scabbard of exquisite craftsmanship, hung on the man's side.
"Crono!" Kim squealed, releasing Marle so that she could switch to glomping onto the red-haired man.
It was all that Monique could do to keep her feet.
"King Crono of Guardia is Kim's cousin," Monique breathed softly before she finally fainted.
In concerned alarm, Kim, Crono, and Marle rushed to Monique to make sure she was okay.
"Shego, you would not believe the spectacular luck that has befallen us!" the blue-skinned Mystic sorcerer wearing flowing dark blue robes bellowed gleely as he strode into the room as if he owned the place. Well, technically, he did own the place. But the green-skinned demi-human woman wearing dark green boiled leather armor and light green traveler's clothes sitting nearby in a rickety old chair wasn't about to give the man that sense of empowerment by acknowledging as much to him openly. "What we will do tonight will have a profound effect on the world and its future!"
"You're right," Shego growled as she picked up another dart and tossed it casually at the dart board across the room from her. "I probably wouldn't believe it. But, just to get this out of the way, I'll ask you anyway. Tell me. What are we going to do tonight, Lord D?"
"What we do every night, Shego," the Mystic sorcerer cackled maniacally. "Try to take over the world!"
Shego rolled her eyes at that and threw another dart at the board. "So, Drakken, how we going to do that this time?"
Lord Drakken smiled wickedly at the question. "I have come upon a most wondrous artifact that will allow me to tap into powers heretofore unknown to mankind. With its power at my disposal, the world will fall swiftly to me!"
Drakken's monologue was swiftly cut short by a blast of green flame striking the nearby dart board. This startled Drakken, as it always did. He turned his gaze, which was both irate and scared, onto Shego. The demi-human warrior merely glared back at Drakken.
"Wha... what is it, Shego?" Drakken finally asked.
"Really, Lord D?" Shego seethed, standing up from her chair and marching up to the Mystic sorcerer. Drakken barely stood tall enough to meet Shego eye-to-eye. "We got kicked out of Medina because of crap like this. Day in and day out, you talk about taking over the world. But adventurers from either Guardia or Porre seem to always be there to stop us. Every. Single. Time. And now you're talking about a power 'heretofore unknown to mankind'? In a world where the King of Guardia has adventured from the beginning of time to the end of time and has killed a planet-devouring alien badass not once but twice? Really? You of all people have discovered a power even greater than that?"
Drakken could only stare in disbelief into Shego's livid, emerald eyes.
"I... take it from your demeanor that you have less then absolute faith in my plans this evening?" Drakken carefully guessed, keeping his tone pleasant.
Shego closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. Finally she stepped back away from Drakken.
"I need some air, Lord D," Shego growled, storming over to the wall and snatching up the dark green cloak that was hanging there. "I'm going for a walk. I'll let you know when I get back."
With that, the demi-human warrior stormed out the door to the room, slamming the door behind her.
Drakken breathed a sigh of relief at having survived yet another encounter with Shego. Donning a more resolute face, Drakken turns and walked over to a nearby bookshelf. After he pulled out three random books, the shelf slid away to reveal a secret chamber beyond it.
"If only Shego knew," Drakken muttered to himself as he entered the room. "If only she would have faith in me. She could have a significant share in the rulership of this world. El Nido perhaps. At the rate she's going, though, she'll be lucky to get Ami Village."
Drakken then approached a small table with a large crystal globe floating over it. The globe glowed with an eerie red-orange glow. As Drakken gazed into the globe, he smiled at what he saw. Images of large red and yellow gems, each one cut to look like a flame of some sort but each one different from the others, shifted in and out of view within a convalescing cloud of dark red mist. Dark, soft muttering and distant maniacal laughter could be heard.
"If only Shego knew," Drakken repeated as he admired the images in the floating globe. "Am I not right, my pretties?"
At that, Drakken glanced up and beyond the table. On the other side of the room, slowly crawling across the floor, were several grotesque creatures not unlike heavily armored slugs with bird-like beaks. The spikes on each of their shells would scare off any would-be intruder.
But not Drakken. He exalted in the potential power they held.
Drakken finally caved into the desire to do so and began to laugh maniacally, long and hard. The laughter caused the slug-like creatures to quiver erratically.
[END CHAPTER ONE]