Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible. I do not own Naruto. I do own a mortgage, so I do not have any money.
Author's Notes: I am having some serious blockages with some of my other stories. I am starting up this story and I hope that you will enjoy it. Naruto is a large phenomenon in Japan, and has been licensed by ShoPro and will appear on Cartoon Network in the fall. It will more than likely be watered down, but the DVDs should be unedited.
Author Update: I have a second chapter for Renewal of Kim Possible. I think it is total drek, but may post it to see what others think of it. It seems a bit forced. If you are interested about it, please email me and I will send it to you. I am working on a sequel to GRITS called GRITS 2: Cheesy Grits. This refers to the type of grits, not the story, well no more than any of my other stories that is. It will be an excursion into the Drakken and Shego relationship, professional and otherwise. The finally of The Path of Two to the Road of One is going to be worked on this weekend, with a tentative upload day of Wednesday.
Now on with the story of Team Possible in the Ninja Countries:
Kim Possible, soon to be Stoppable she smiled to herself, walked into the small house that was the last on her list. She had been looking at houses to minimize the time that her best friend and fiancé would have to look at on his limited time off. She sighed, it was quaint she admitted to herself. It was well within the price range that they had set, and it didn't seem to need as much work as some of the others that she looked at on this day.
She nodded her head in approval. She would make sure that Ron saw this one first. She liked it and was sure that he would. She mentally ticked off another item on her list and went back to her car. In three weeks, they would be married and ready to move in. Well, after the honeymoon, they would be ready to live in the house. A favor to a moving company would get all of their possessions moved in while they were on their cruise, and one from an interior designer would make sure everything was perfect when they returned home.
She slid into the little red convertible that her parents got her for her Masters graduation. After they returned from the honeymoon, she would be putting her degree in early childhood development to use in the same Pre-K that she and Ron had met at. Ron's career as a chef provided a comfortable living for both of them so she could pursue something she cared about.
The age of save the world from mad scientists had passed not with a bang, but a whimper. Monkey Fist slipped in training and broke his back, paralyzing him from the waist down. DNAmy renounced all of her projects, except at the behest of the Cuddlebuddy Company, to take care of him. The most surprising was Drakken. After helping stop an extinction level asteroid that was coming too close for comfort and agreeing to assist in a permanent solution he settled down into a teaching position at Upperton University. The amazing thing is at high level particle physics he was a master on the theoretical side and his classes were always filled. The deal he cut was for Shego also, much to her chagrin. She did reconcile with her family, but did not go back into the hero business. She did take the occasional bodyguard assignment, but she usually stayed close to Upperton and Drakken. She had a regular job as a fitness instructor. Her logic was that people actually paid her to be evil to them, so she wasn't going against the agreement. Even Duff Killigan had turned over a new leaf. He was the vanguard of the new sport of extreme miniature golf.
The one fly in the ointment was Dementor. He still insisted on pursuing his villainous exploits, though they were not as many or often now that age was starting to catch up to him.
As Kim pulled into the valet parking for Ron's restaurant a familiar tone came from her cell phone. She slid out and smiled to Ralph, the valet, and answered the call.
"Hi, Wade, what's up?"
"Dementor, and he has stolen the Pan-Dimensional Vortex Inducer. Think you have some time? He seems to be at his Caribbean lair. I can get reservations at that place in Barbados that you two like."
"I'm at the restaurant now. Ron is supposed to be taking the afternoon and evening off. Get us a ride."
She closed the phone and strode into the restaurant and back towards the loud talking from the kitchen. There stood the love of her life in his element. He was in a heated debate with one of his sous chefs. Seeing her he sighed loudly. "Look just handle it like we went over. We will work on the gazpacho tomorrow. It's not going to get to be weather for it until another week at least. I'll have my cell and pager on me if there is a true emergency."
The sous chef sighed in response, "Okay, boss, have a nice time, and don't worry, we will take care of everything. Kim, make sure he relaxes some, I don't think that we can take him if he doesn't relax some."
"Not a problem. How would you like to grab a bite in Barbados?"
Ron smiled as he took her in his arms and kissed her. "What did Dementor take this time?"
"Pan-Dimensional Vortex Inducer. Wade is setting up the ride. I figure if we change quickly then we will have time to..." Her sentence was cut short by him picking her up and carrying her out of the restaurant.