Disclaimer: I own nothing of Kim Possible.
Biting Into a Mango
By: Imyoshi
It was a first for Ron Stoppable.
Someone, somewhere, had finally managed to get on his last nerve.
Sitting in their ride home, Kim bluntly ignored Ron, arms crossed, still angry at what he did earlier this hour. He didn't care. She did not have the full story and right now he was in no mood to be dealing with her high strung emotions right now. Let her sulk. He instead chose to recall what actually got her angry in the first place.
Funny, he never thought that it could happen to him of all people. He always stood proudly at the claim no one could ever embarrass him, very less get under his skin. If Bonnie couldn't even pull it off, then what chance did anyone else have? As far as he had figured, his calm go-lucky exterior was safe—his fortress of immunity per se.
The sidekick had been sadly wrong.
Truth be told, he didn't blame the man in front of him entirely, only partially. His blatant attitude had just happened to be the last straw needed to make the sidekick lose his cool. Poor sap. He never saw it coming.
After saving the dude from a building on fire, that he caused with his carelessness with machinery, the man hadn't thanked Ron for saving him. Not that the sidekick would've expected anything less, pretty normal in fact. If anything, he didn't even notice anymore. However, as soon as he turned to walk away and go meet up with Kim, it happened.
...
"Took you long enough."
Ron's foot stopped halfway, mind reeling at the arrogant words that had left that ungrateful bastard's mouth. The grin on his face slowly turned into a small frown.
Stunned, he glanced back to stare at him as he wiped bits of dust from his expensive coat, his eyes staring accusingly at the sidekick as if he started the pesky fire in his work office. That look made Ron's skin crawl.
"What?" Ron asked, turning to completely stare at the man. "What did you say?"
Said man's eyes narrowed. "What? You deaf boy? I said it took you long enough." Adjusting his coat, he gave one last glare at him before he began to walk off, away from the silent teen.
Watching him leave, the sidekick felt something stir in his chest—something bad, very bad. It was one thing for Ron to be ignored, that he could handle, but to be recognized in a negative fashion was something he wasn't used to. He actually would've preferred to be ignored; it made it that much easier to hide and even easier to hold everything back.
Too bad that currently wasn't the case now.
Many of his repressed emotions slowly started crawling out the hole he normally tossed them in. The very emotions he tossed around whenever nobody acknowledged him, and they affected him. They affected his mood. His movements. His everything.
The sidekick's eyes became very cold.
Looking back at it, Stoppable should've just allowed him to walk away. He should've just forgotten about it. He should've just shrugged it off as nothing more and pushed it aside. He should've done anything else but grab the guy by his arm, forcing him to turn around.
Grip!
"Hey now, hold on!" Ron demanded with his upbeat grin all gone. "I think the words you meant to say were thanks for saving my life."
Somewhat caught off-guard from the teen, the man swiped his arm away, glaring at the boy. "Why should I thank you? You were just doing your job. And pretty poorly I might add."
Poorly! Ron didn't even know if a person's life could be saved like that, but he did know when someone was looking down on him, and by reasonably the last person that should be doing that to him. This dude had no right to judge him!
"What does that mean?" he asked, anger building. "I just saved your life, dude! I didn't have to do that. I'm not getting paid to do this you know!"
"And I can see why!" he sneered. "You were pretty pathetic back there! It was a miracle that we even got out of there alive!"
Shut up.
"I mean of all the people that could've come to my aid, I got the damn sidekick! Not even the hero!"
Shut up!
"I'm starting to wonder why they even allow people like you to help others! What good could ever come from the sidekick?"
Shut! Up!
"Do you even know who I am? I'm a very important person and I deserve the best! Not the worst! Not some clumsy fool of a kid, barely old enough to be my son."
Shut up!
"Now, if that pretty redhead had saved me... that would be a whole different story there. Oh, the things I would like to do to her."
Smack!
Before clear thought came back to Ron, the man before him laid on the floor from a fist directly impacting him squarely between the eyes. Everything happened so fast that he didn't even notice they had attracted a crowd of onlookers by the time he gripped his fist tightly.
And he didn't care.
Walking away from the semi-unconscious man, Ron Stoppable ignored the way people around stared at him, his mind more focused on far darker matters. He ignored the collective gasps between the crowds of people, the hush whispers he knew meant later trouble for him, and even a panicking Kim running up toward him.
He ignored it all.
Instead, all he focused on was when he hit that man. Wondering for a split moment what frightened him more.
That he hit someone fueled off anger.
Or the fact that he enjoyed doing it.
Author Notes: Edited - 6/6/2018