Hey all! Back with a new story. I know, I know, I should be finishing up one of the many unfinished stories I already started and I'm trying but it's hard. If you've ever gone without doing something for a while and then tried to get back into the groove of it then you have an idea of what I'm talking about. Eventually I'll get to it, I promise but right now my muse for them has deserted me and thus I sit staring at an empty screen unless I'm working on something else. That being said: First Kim Possible fix! Yay! Although I'm wondering how I've gone being a fan of the show and a writer this long without tackling this fandom. For those of you who have also read works by the ever so lovely Deliverer (and if you haven't then you should) I wrote this to help tide me over until they pick up their Aftermath series again, whenever that may be. Some of the ideas, including a character relationship, are theirs and they have already given permission for other authors to use them, but all the same credit where credit is due. Alright, let's enjoy this!
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible
"It was a Tuesday," Drakken began, about to regale his story of how his skin had turned blue to Professor Dementor when he felt a tap on his shoulder. The blue mad-scientist villain temporarily turned good for the sake of saving the earth from the Lorwardian invasion turned only to find DNAmy smiling at him and wiggling her fingers hello, "Nngh, what is it DNAmy?" he asked in annoyance at having been cut off,
"Oh Drakky wacky, I'm sorry to interrupt but I need to speak with you," she eyed Dementor, "alone if you can."
Drakken raised a brow, "Oh really? And why would I want to do that?"
DNAmy tilted her head and gave one of her disarming smiles, the kind that typically threw off those who weren't quite sure of her state of sanity. But for those who knew, however, it was a smile that usually meant if they didn't go along with her childish whims there would be a rampaging mutant to deal with, "Because, I have something really, really important I want to talk with you about. Not to mention, you still owe me one for saving your life from that mutant."
Drat, she had him there. Despite villains being quite a treacherous lot they did have some sort of code. One of the few rules a villain abided by was that if another villain saved your hide you owed them a life debt: a favor that never expired and could be used for just about anything as long as it was related to evil. It was as much a reminder not to let yourself get in over your head as it was a reward for showing some shred of decency.
"Nngh, alright," he agreed, rising from his chair and following DNAmy over to a corner where they were less likely to be overheard, well as less likely as a spot in a place currently overrun with villains could get.
"Now Amy, what is it you want? Finally calling in that favor after all this time?" honestly he was surprised she even remembered it, let alone hadn't wasted it on something stupid like the few others he'd owed a debt to had.
"Yes, in a sense," DNAmy replied, "I need your help with something."
"But I'm still not hearing what that something is," Drakken replied.
DNAmy fidgeted for a moment, biting her lip and furtively looking at the table with Adrena Lynn and the currently petrified –for lack of a better word- Monkey Fist she had vacated, "I want you to help me bring Monty back," she finally said.
Drakken blinked at her for a moment or two, "Why would you want to do that?" he asked, unable to comprehend, "For almost a year now he's been avoiding you like the plague. Now you have him and he run, why would you wish to take the risk of him leaving you if he ever got turned back?" despite the disastrous confession and rejection he had suffered at her hands, he knew DNAmy had a kind heart, the type that was easily crushed by the wrong words, and blast it all if he didn't feel a little fraternally protective over her.
DNAmy bit her lip again, eyes flying to the prone Monkey Master's form, "I know that, and I know I should be grateful that I have him like this. But it's just no fun if my Cuddle Monkey can't cuddle back. I think that if the two of us work together we can reverse the effects of whatever did this to him."
"What did happen to him anyways?" Drakken asked.
"I'm not sure really," DNAmy admitted, "All I know is that the tracking chip I put in his fur the last time I caught him alerted me to the fact that he hadn't moved places in almost a month, and despite his love for Japan he usually doesn't spend extended amounts of time in the same location in that country for some reason. So I decided to investigate and eventually I came upon where the coordinates said he should be but there was nothing! So I called on one of my little Cuddle Buddies to start digging once an ultrasonic scan showed something buried quite a few feet beneath me. Imagine my surprise when it was my poor Monty puddin' and pie turned to stone!"
"Really?' Drakken raised a brow, "And that's all you found?"
"That's all I needed to find," DNAmy replied, "Of course, the scan did show some sort of ancient building located just below where Monty was, but I wasn't really concerned about that."
"Oh, alright," Drakken finally agreed, "I'll help you get Monkey Boy back. With our combined genius it should be quite simple," formulas –tentative and already existing- began whirring through his mind. Chemical compounds, elixirs, and he felt the evil genius which had temporarily been put on hold waking up, "Just let me handle Dementor and Shego and we'll get started."
KP
Meanwhile in Japan. The Master Sensei of a secret ninja school broke from his meditative trance. This was most disturbing. Worriedly he stroked his beard as he made his way through the halls of Yamanouchi, looking for his most trusted pupil.
He found her sparring with the young Hirotaka, more for fun than for practice as he could tell from her movements. She was toying with him. Just as well, Hirotaka always took matters of the ninja education a little too seriously.
"Yori," he called, interrupting their mock battle. Yori and Hirotaka halted their movements, dropping their stances and becoming as relaxed as a ninja ever did. Yori glanced over at Sensei before bowing to her opponent and excusing herself.
Hurriedly she walked over to him and bowed, "Sensei, you wished to speak to me?"
"Yes my child," he replied, "Come with me, there is an urgent matter we need to discuss."
He led the child back to his private meditation room, the one place in the entire dojo besides his own chambers they could speak without being disturbed.
"Sensei," Yori began, "Is there something the matter?"
"A great deal child," Sensei answered, "I have sensed a great disturbance in the balance of the world. An old evil is attempting to be revived."
Yori held back a gasp, "You do not mean-" she began.
"I do," Sensei replied, "Someone has taken Monkey Fist from the temple of the Yono, and I fear he is about to be liberated from the path he willingly chose. This cannot come to be, or else the world will suffer from the Yono's wrath."
"Yes Sensei, I understand," Yori bowed.
"You must travel to America and find Kim Possible and Stoppable-san. You will need their assistance to have Monkey Fist returned here. Remember child, Monkey Fist must not be revived, or Yamanouchi and the rest of the world will wither in the path of the Yono's search."
Yori bowed once more, "It will be my honor she replied."
"Very good. Now leave at once, time is of the essence."
"Yes Sensei," Yori bowed a final time before disappearing.
Sensei watched her go, stroking his beard and praying to the deities this would all end well.
KP
"So KP," Ron Stoppable said as he hopped in the passenger's seat of his girlfriend's car, "Where we off to today? Paris? Argentina? Bueno Nacho for a Chimerito and a Naco?"
"Try the beach Ron," Kim said with lopsided smile as she got behind the wheel, "It's summertime: you do know what that means don't you?"
"Um…" Ron trailed off while tapping a finger against his lip, "Wait don't tell me; frequent increase in babysitting? Villain's schemes become tropical themed? Oh! Rufus needs to apply sunscreen more often!"
"Sunscreen!" the naked mole rat echoed from his place within the pocket of his owner's shorts.
Kim laughed, "No silly. Summertime means the three S's: sun, surf, and sand. And I plan to do plenty of all three."
"Oh," Ron said in realization, "Badical! So, we meeting Monique up at the shore?"
"Unfortunately not," Kim replied, "Monique had to take over the shift for the manager at Club B today, so it'll be just the two of us."
"Hey!" Rufus called, insulted by the insinuation.
"And Rufus," she gave the hairless rodent the side eye and he quickly retreated.
"Can we stop for Bueno Nacho on the way?" Ron asked.
Kim raised a brow and stared at him a moment, just long enough to make him think she was annoyed with him for suggesting it. when he looked properly freaked she smiled acquiesced, "Oh I don't see why not," throwing the car in reverse she backed out of the garage and headed to the fast food chain.
KP
After making a pit stop in the drive-thru of Ron's favorite eatery for some nachos and burritos they were on their way to the beach. The car was soon parked, locked, and alarmed and Kim and company were lounging on the beach under the semi-protection of a large beach umbrella.
"Ah, this is the life KP," Ron said with a hearty sigh as he put his arms under his head, "No Barkin, no villains, just you, me, Rufus, and my Naco."
"Ron," Kim groaned good-naturedly, pulling her sunglasses down to give a cynical stare from over the rims.
"Oh you are so right!" Ron suddenly exclaimed, "We need sodas," he hopped to his feet, motioning for Kim to stay put, "You stay here, I'll be right back." He raced off across the sand, looking for a vendor of either physical or mechanical variety that would get him some of what he sought.
He eventually saw a machine situated between the entrances to the public bathrooms Middleton had installed decades earlier to make changing easier as well. He dug through the pockets that didn't have Rufus in them for change and eventually managed to scrounge up a few coins. Just as he was about to put one inside the coin slot a hand grabbed his wrist and began to run, tugging him away with them. For around two minutes he was dragged across the sand and belatedly Ron wondered why no one was either stopping them or even noticing this was happening. Then again, with Middleton constantly the target of his and Kim's enemies he supposed it was quite easy to become jaded to scenes like this.
Ron's captor chose that moment to leap and go airborne, landing on the arm of an abandoned lifeguard's chair whilst Ron himself was deposited into the seat.
"Okay now what's with all the commotion here?" he demanded, looking up at his assailant, "Yori?" his eyes widened in surprise, she wasn't dressed in anything he'd usually seen her in. This time she was dressed in a pair of capris and a short sleeved shirt: not out of the ordinary but with enough give for her to have run the way she was used to.
"My apologies Stoppable-san," the young ninja replied, "I needed to speak with you urgently."
"And I suppose they haven't heard of cell phones up at the secret ninja school right?" Ron raised a brow as he squirmed for a more comfortable position. The chair rocked dangerously and Ron squeaked, instantly going stock still.
Yori chuckled, "Ah Stoppable-san, again with your American-style jokes. I have missed them."
"Yeah, right," Ron agreed distractedly, "Jokes. Now what was it you wanted to talk to me about and why did you have to drag me all the way up here to talk about it?"
"I merely needed to inform you that this was a matter Yamanouchi required both yours and Kim Possible's assistance with."
"Well, hard to do when I left KP to go get some sodas," Ron replied.
"Come then," Yori said, "We will return to Kim Possible at once. This is a matter of great urgency," with the ease and grace of a dancer she back-flipped off the arm she'd been balancing on and landed safely on the sands below.
"Ah, okay!" Ron called down as he slowly maneuvered himself into being able to climb down the dubious ladder of the chair, "You wait there, and I'll be down in a minute."
About halfway down the rung on which he stepped had rotted through and broke beneath his weight, sending Ron down to the beach with a yelp and a crash.
Yori laughed, "Ah Stoppable-san, you with your American-style buffoonery."
Ron, still in an almost scorpion position on the ground spit some sand out of his mouth, "Yeah," he said, voice hoarse with pain, "Buffoonery."
KP
Kim glanced up as the shadow of her boyfriend passed over her, "About time you got here," she playfully ribbed, but stopped short upon noticing the female figure standing beside him: unable to see the other girl's face due to the glare of the sun, "And you brought a friend," she continued with less enthusiasm, "How nice."
Ron cleared his throat, "Uh KP," he said, "We're gonna have to cut beach day short."
Kim lowered her sunglasses and looked up at him, "Um, why?"
"Kim Possible," Yori said as she bowed in greeting, "I did not mean to interrupt, but there is a matter of great importance which requires yours and Stoppable-san's assistance."
"Yori?" Kim questioned upon recognizing the girl from her voice, "Wait matter of great importance? What's the sitch?" just then her wrist Kimmunicator beeped, "Go Wade," she said.
"Kim," Wade began, "Sorry to interrupt your vacation, but it's really important,"
"Yeah," Kim said glancing at Ron and Yori, "I've been getting that a lot lately."
"Well not like this," Wade replied, "There's been a break in at a top secret chemical lab,"
"Sounds like Drakken and Shego," Kim commented.
"Normally, but get this: there have been panicked reports of some sort of mutant creature rampaging through different sectors. That can only be the work of one person,"
"DNAmy," Kim replied.
"Exactly," Wade agreed.
"Pardon me," Yori interrupted, "But who is this DNAmy of whom you speak?"
"One of our many repeat foes," Ron explained, "She's a former bio-geneticist that's absolutely cray-cray."
"Yeah, cray-cray," Rufus echoed from Ron's pocket.
"Cray-cray?" Yori repeated in confusion.
"Um, let's just say that sometimes DNAmy isn't all there," Kim replied, "She's the one who turned herself into a gorilla because she was crushing on Monkey Fist, remember?"
Understanding dawned on the other girl's features, "Ah yes, I remember now."
"Right," Kim said before turning back to her one-man base of operations, "So what do you think is going on?"
"The target sounds like Drakken, but the creature is all DNAmy."
"A possible collaboration?"
"Most likely. It's the only thing that make sense."
"But why?"
"Rare chemicals, recently they've been working on some sort of top secret formula that's supposed to trans-mutate stone into living tissue."
From off to the side Yori softly gasped.
"Why would they want to do that?"
"Two words: ready-made soldiers. Think about it, if they can just bring soldiers to life, ones with no past or ties to deal with they can make as many copies as they want without worrying about fatalities on the battlefield."
"But why would Drakken want that? Doesn't he already have an army of plants?"
"Still working on an MO, but in the meantime you need to stop them."
"Alright Wade, we're on our way. Just where is this chemical lab anyways?"
"In the middle of the Mojave and Sonoran deserts in Arizona. I'm sending you the coordinates now. Your ride should be here in ten minutes tops."
"Thanks Wade," Kim said as she signed off, "Come on Ron. We have a mission,"
"But Kim what about Yori?" Ron protested, "She has something important to talk to us about, something she needs our help with."
"Looks like it'll just have to wait," Kim replied, "DNAmy –and possibly Drakken- and that chemical lab take priority. Yori, is there someplace we can meet you at when we get back?"
"Actually," Yori began, "I was wondering if I might accompany you and Stoppable-san on this mission. I believe now that these events are connected."
"Connected?" Kim and Ron looked at each other, "How so?" Kim asked.
"I will explain on the way," Yori said as a small plane appeared overhead, dandling a ladder to the ground, "But I believe this is our ride as your friend Wade put it."
Kim and Ron shrugged, if nothing else Yori could handle herself in a fight. It might be nice to have another set of hands to deal with whatever sick freak of nature DNAmy had come up with this time.
KP
About an hour and one miraculous costume change later the trio, plus Rufus, were en-route to the chemical lab.
"Thanks for the lift," Kim said to the pilot from her seat.
"It's the least I can do after you stopped those scrappers from tearing my baby apart," the pilot replied, lovingly patting the console of his plane within the cockpit.
"It was no big," Kim shrugged it off.
"Now Yori," Ron turned their attention to the ninja girl who had come with, "What does what you have to tell us have to do with DNAmy breaking into some lab?"
"Sensei has received some disturbing news," Yori began, "It seems as though Monkey Fist has been separated from the temple of the Yono."
"So he's free?" Ron exclaimed.
"In a sense," Yori replied, "His body is still stone, but it has been removed from the temple. This has greatly angered the Yono and woken him from his slumber. He was most displeased to find his newest body gone."
"Newest body?" Kim raised a brow.
"You see, the Yono seeks disciples in order to maintain a physical form on this plane. Many years ago, he was free to roam about and do as he pleased. Naturally, though, his antics upset the natural balance of the world and thus he was punished by the gods. This punishment kept him trapped in the immortal plane. But his powers, and his influence were not so easily forgotten. You see, as a semi-deity –a demigod if you will, he was worshipped by humans as any other would have been. He had a cult, a village, and most importantly a temple. The original followers of the Yono were powerful mages who quickly used their arts to attempt to bring back their Lord. The legend says their efforts involved a willing sacrifice to become the bridge between the Yono and our world. That is how the tradition started.
"When a person agrees to follow the path of the Yono they also agree to become a living bridge and anchor on this plane for his magic to latch onto. That is why it is the one who unearths the Yono that must be defeated in order to defeat the Yono, as it weakens the Yono's anchor for his powers.
"However, when the un-earther is defeated he takes the place of the Yono's previous body and is turned to stone. This happens because the Yono's power is too great to be contained within a single human body, it burns them out immediately. The Yono turns the body to stone in order to preserve it until he is unearthed again. However, the body must stay with the temple of the Yono in order to become his new anchor. If it is removed the Yono will not rest until it is returned.
"Now that you have mentioned DNAmy and her infatuation with Monkey Fist, I believe she may be attempting to return him to human form. The Yono will refuse to accept this unless another body is provided to him in exchange and I fear the worst may occur in the interim."
"And since Monkey Fist's been taken the Yono will come looking for him," Kim replied.
"Yes," Yori agreed, "And he will cause who knows how much destruction along the way."
"Isn't the Yono some sort of monkey god?" Ron asked while stuffing his face with all the snacks he could find, "So can't he just teleport wherever Monkey Man is?"
"Not only that," Kim added, "But you said the Yono was punished by the Gods and is unable to exist on this plane at all without a human body to anchor him."
"This is true, but the ancient scrolls detailing this legend have been lost or destroyed. What we have been able to figure out over time is that the spell the mages cast combined with the Yono's own power in his desire to be free weakened the seal put upon him. It is believed that when he reaches a certain number of sacrifices it will be broken and he will no longer need an anchor. I fear it is weakening even now as his presence was sensed by Sensei. There is an upside to this, as one part of the Gods' curse still holds firm. His power in this plane is extremely limited without an anchor nearby," Yori explained, "He will still be able to levitate and destroy, but he cannot appear where he wishes to at will."
"How do you know all this anyways?" Kim asked.
Yori looked down at her lap, "Not all the graduates of Yamanouchi over the years have been honorable ones," she explained, "Once graduated it is up to the individual to choose their own path. Some, similar to Monkey Fist, chose the dishonorable yet seemingly easier route to power. They fell prey to the Yono, which was how we came to know of this tradition."
"Ah, like Fukushima," Ron said knowingly.
"Fukushima?" Kim asked.
"When I went on that exchange program there was this other student named Fukushima that didn't really like me. So much so that he helped Monkey Fist steal the Lotus Blade to get back at me," Ron explained, "It all worked itself out in the end."
"Indeed," Yori nodded, "Fukushima-san was expelled from the Yamanouchi school for betraying us and helping Monkey Fist obtain the Lotus Sword. Fortunately, Stoppable-san was able to recover it for us."
"I see. Anything else you wanna tell me about your little trip to Japan?" Kim asked giving Ron the eye.
"Nope, Monkey Fist, magic sword, traitor ninja. That about covers it," Ron replied.
"Good, because guess what?" Kim said as she peered out the window, "We're about to disembark."
KP
"Good Rabbitoceros! Good boy!" DNAmy cooed as her mutant wreaked enough havoc to keep the scientists at bay while she and Drakken raided the research lab for the chemicals he'd need in order to attempt reversing the effect of whatever had happened to her poor Monty-wonty. Her job was to keep an eye on the beast for now, and an eye out for Team Possible, as Drakken had accurately predicted a break-in this size would attract the heroine's attention for sure.
Like clockwork the heroine and her sidekick turned beau showed up.
"Ah, Kimmy!" DNAmy cried, happy to see the ginger for some reason known only to her, "And you brought your little friend!"
"That's boyfriend!" Ron shouted.
"Right, right," the geneticist placated, "Now can't you do me this one favor and not be meanies this time? I really want my Cuddle Monkey back and this is the only way."
It was then she noticed the third member of the opposing party. But hold on, who was she? A barrage of memories of the last time she'd tried hunting Monty down assaulted her and among them she recognized the girl. She had been interfering the last time DNAmy had gone after her sweetheart. Her being filled with a jealous rage.
"You!" she hissed at Yori, pointing at the ninja with an accusatory finger, "You're trying to steal my Monty away from me!"
"What?" Yori blinked in confusion, "I am merely attempting to protect the world from a grave danger. We cannot allow Monkey Fist to return to his previous form."
"You're just trying to throw me off the scent!" DNAmy shouted, "I know what you want and I'm telling you now you can't have Monty! He's mine! Rabbirhino attack!"
Kim had already realized there was no reasoning with the woman and sprang into action, taking on the mutant with relative ease, though she could tell it was only getting warmed up.
"Um guys?" She called as she fended off the creature, "I could use a little help here."
Ron and Yori, who had been too stunned at the accusation recovered and went to work. Ron shifted into a fighting stance before doing what he did best: running away and screaming. Yori, on the other hand, drew out her Tessan and began to help combat the monster.
With the two agile girls playing off one another the creature was soon detained and DNAmy was throwing a hissy fit.
"Oh you big meanies!" she cried, "No fair tying up my poor little Cuddle Buddy like that!"
"Enough!" came the shout from a very familiar blue arch nemesis, "Amy, I have the formula now let's go before Shego starts wondering where I am."
"No!" the older woman pouted, "I won't leave my baby alone like that?"
"And what of the Monkey Man?"
Now she looked torn, "Oh, alright," she finally said, "Mommy's sorry baby and she'll be back for you later. But right now she needs to help your future daddy!"
"Oh for the love of-" Drakken dragged a hand down his face in irritation before pulling out a ray gun and firing it at the knot Kim and Yori had secured the bonds around the mutant with. Instantly fried the chains slipped loose and the creature began to rampage again.
It immediately attacked its former captors before stopping short due to a whistle. The heroes and the Rabbirhinoceros stopped and turned to its source. DNAmy stood in the cockpit of Drakken's hovercraft with her fingers near her mouth.
"Come on Cuddle Buddy!" DNAmy cooed, "Let's go get your Daddy back!"
"Fare thee well Kim Possible," Drakken said as he began his escape, "Even as a graduate you're not all that!" with an evil cackle he flew off into the sky, leaving Amy's mutant to find its own way back.
Kim, Ron, and Yori stood in the remains of the research lab staring at the spot where the villains were heading off to, even long after they were gone.
"Great," Kim said, "Just great."