RJ and Martin:
Chapter 1: It's Only The Beginning
It was a very cold, fall evening in Middleton when they heard a knock on their door. Who on earth could be summoning them at this hour?
They opened the door. A young woman in her mid-twenties bearing a black cape coat over her ninja garbs stood before them. It didn't take them very long to recognize her. "Yori?"
"Stoppable-san. Kim Possible...Or should I say, Kim Stoppable?"
The couple in question was the famous former teen heroine Kim Possible and her loyal sidekick/boyfriend Ron Stoppable. Just seven years ago, they had saved the world from an alien invasion right in time for their high school graduation. Three years ago, they had graduated from their colleges and married in the following months, along with their official retirement of crime fighting. The only thing the public media revealed about their 'shocking retirement' and the cancelling of the Team Possible website was that they were now going to be very busy with their new careers, with Kim becoming an international diplomat and Ron being the new CEO of Bueno Nacho.
Of course, that wasn't the real truth...
"Is something wrong, Yori?" Ron let Yori in while Kim cautiously closed the door behind them. "Did Sensei send you?"
Yori shook her head very sadly. "Sensei is dead."
The young couple blinked, unable to register the words that the ninja woman had just told them. They were hoping that she was just messing with them, but evidently, her face of genuine sorrow told the opposite.
"How on earth can Sensei be dead?" Kim asked. "He was perfectly alive the last time Ron communicated with him."
"Actually, KP, the last time I communicated with Sensei was back at our high school graduation. You know, when he told me to unleash my Mystical Monkey Power." Ron pointed out.
"He was murdered," Yori said, "by Martin Fiske."
"Martin Fiske?" Kim's eyes widened. "That can't be right, Yori. Isn't Monkey Fist and the Simian Witch's son like... an eight-year-old child?"
"An eight-year-old child, as you say, who seemed to have been well-trained enough to use an alternative to save his parents from the Yono. With the blood of the enemy spilt over their stoned flesh, the Yono's curse has been nullified for good. Monkey Fist and the Simian Witch are back."
"Blood of the enemy..." Ron clenched his fists. "That's why the little monster killed Sensei." His eyes widened in sudden realization. "But that means he might go back after my sister!"
"Fear not, Stoppable. Our ninjas have spied on the reunited family and have discovered that, based on what they just went through, they wish no further involvement with the Han."
The married couple sighed in relief.
"But as the new Sensei of Yamanouchi, I have begun to develop predicted possibilities. In other words, I came to warn you, as a close friend, to stay on guard. You, Stoppable-san, are the only individual besides the Fiskes to have Mystical Monkey Power and they are aware of that. But if they were to find out about..." She tensed.
Kim was the first to freak out and grab Ron by the shoulders. "Ron, she can't be!" She said in a panic.
Ron made a shushing finger gesture. "We don't know that, Kim, and we should probably not find out!"
"But imagine if they find out about her? There's a reason why no else aside from our family members and the midwife knows about her! The real reason why we quit crime fighting!"
"If I may ask," Yori interrupted gently. "May I see her?"
The couple looked at each other before giving a small nod to Yori. The adults walked up the flight of stairs and through the corridor until they reached a white door with painted red roses. Ron gently opened the door, leading to a dark nursery. With the white matted floor, their steps couldn't be heard. Kim silently rushed the window and closed it before covering it with the thick white butterfly patterned curtains while Ron led Yori to the main treasure of the nursery.
A white canopy bed covered with matching white pillows and bed sheets. And tucked inside those bed sheets was a small toddler sleeping very deeply while hugging a Pandaroo teddy bear close to her chest. The few rays of moonlight slipping from the curtains revealed the child's ginger blonde hair.
"Goodness." Yori smiled at the sight of the small girl sleeping into some sort of fantasy, unaware that she was being watched by her parents and their guest. "How old is she now?"
"She just turned two," Ron said with a smile. His fingers gently brushed their way through his daughter's hair, which was a perfect mixture of his wife's hair and his. Not too orange and not too blonde. Just perfect.
Yori smiled at the child. "She is a very special child. Take my advice, Stoppable-san, and keep her safe. Unless my and the former Sensei's presumptions are incorrect, she might bear a force of Mystical Monkey Power stronger than your own, which could act as a magnet to the others bearing the power..."
"We need to protect her at all costs," Kim cut in. "She must not know about who we were or connect with anyone outside our circle...even from the world, if we must."
"Kim, are you sure you're not going a little too overprotective?" Ron asked, looking at his paranoid wife with concern.
"Ron, do you want all of our former rogue gallery using our own daughter to get to us?"
Ron looked at his sleeping daughter. He sighed, knowing that he'd never forgive himself if something bad were to befall her. "What do you have in mind?"
"My mother's about to retire from her neurosurgeon career. With my father dead from that explosion at the space station and the tweebs almost done with college, she's planning on getting herself a penthouse to live the rest of her life in. I'll have her raise and homeschool our daughter..."
"So you want our daughter to grow up alone and naive in a penthouse with no outside contact?" Ron arched a disgusted eyebrow. "And worse, you want us out of her life."
Kim sighed as she rubbed her temples. "It's our only option." She looked at Yori. "You can understand this, right?"
"I stand neutral to your decisions of keeping her safe," Yori said. "But do understand that how you choose to protect her will affect the way she decides to make her own life. For now, I will assume that you have everything under control."
"Thank you, Yori." Kim nodded as they prepared to leave the nursery. "And thank you for the warning."
"One more thing," Yori said. "What is the child's name?"
"Ronilda," Ron said as he closed the door. "Her name is Ronilda Stoppable."
Fourteen years later
It was a rainy morning in England. A bad weather to go outside, but a good day for most young people to sleep in their warm, fuzzy bed. This seemed to be the case for a young man who was still busy sleeping and snoring in his canopy bed while the electronic alarm clock resting by his nightstand showed 6am.
"Good morning to all of you villains in England. It is now 6am in day number who cares how long you've been evil. Weather and temperature outside are rainy with a chance of springtime 60 degrees, which is good news for those who are still on spring break, so hey, why not enjoy this moment to sleep in this morning, dream happy world domination dreams...or GET UP AND EXCERCISE THOSE SIMIAN-BUILT MUSCLES! GET UP, MARTIN!"
Martin jumped out of his red monkey patterned bed sheets, fell through his canopy bed's red curtains, and landed right on his room's carpet, courtesy of Gilliard Moss blowing a foghorn at him. He got up and proceeded to do a series of push-ups using only his knuckles as leverage.
"I don't believe...I asked for a drill sergeant, Gilliard!" Martin muttered in between pumps to the seventeen-year-old fish-boy mutant standing before him.
"Less talk, more monkey business!" Gilliard shouted. "Now get those biceps of yours working!"
Minutes later, they were working on small jogging.
"Get the idol! Get the idol! Get the idol! DNAMY's after you!" Gilliard shouted, leading to the twenty-two-year-old Martin to do knuckle-walking push ups. "OK! Get the idol! Get the idol! Stoppable's here!" Martin tried to kick him, but Gilliard dodged it. "Ooh, I almost had you there!"
He then put on sock puppets looking like the retired Team Possible and moved around the bedroom, provoking Martin to run after him and try kicking and punching him with his Tai Shing Pek Kwar moves. "Come on, Martin! What do you do when the good guys show up? YOU SQUISH THEM!"
It them followed with Martin having to push his bed and six cement blocks on it all around while Gilliard sat on it. "I don't know, but I've been told," Gilliard said in a singsong tune in order to motivate Martin to push harder, "your efforts are getting cold!"
"They're not!"
"Are so!"
BAM! BAM!
They stopped the exercising when they heard a large thudding noise coming from the floor beneath them. "When you boys are done making such a racket in the morning, will you bring your butts downstairs for breakfast?" An exasperated voice called from below.
"Sorry, mother!" Martin shouted apologetically.
"Sorry, Mrs. Fiske," Gilliard shouted as well before speaking normally to Martin. "We'd better clean this."
"I have it covered." Martin waved his hands, creating ghostly red monkey auras to appear and move all the misplaced objects in his bedroom back in their original place in less than five seconds. "All done." He stretched his arms before heading towards the door leading to his own bathroom. The door closed and was followed by the sound of showering hot water. "Nothing like a good workout in the morning to remind you of how great it is to be evil. Thanks, Gilliard."
"Anytime." Gilliard jumped on a nearby armchair and pulled out a magazine entitled VILETEEN, a villainous teenager magazine, and read it while Martin took his shower. "By the way, have you got any ideas of what kind of evil heists you want to pull during the summer?"
"None, I must admit." The water was turned off and steam came out once the door was open. Martin came out all soaked and in a bathrobe before making his way to his closet. "I know we agreed that I would pull the greatest heist that any villain would ever commit this year like I usually do every year, but with my parents planning on going for a very long anniversary trip..."
"Seriously, how many very long anniversary trips have your parents gone to ever since you un-Yono-fied? Ten years?" Gilliard barely looked up from his magazine.
"Actually, nine." Martin grabbed his traditional martial arts uniform that Espadrille from the Fashionistas had designed just for him even before he was born. "I personally understand that they both want to catch up with me and have some very private times alone with each other, but I wished their anniversary trips didn't take that long." He went to a black-and-red Chinese monkey-themed folding screen and changed behind it. "I mean, they weren't even married in June!"
"Maybe that's your dad's way of saying 'Son, ya need to start marching like a lone wolf' and your mom's way of persuading you to get a girlfriend." Gilliard shut the magazine closed. "That reminds me, depending on whether I'm going with my dad to haunt Camp Wannaweep or if I'm going to be stuck with my mom in Minalshari, I don't know if I'll be able to join you on your heist this year."
Secured from any detection system from any global authority including Global Justice, Minalshari was the new hanging out place of villains, with shelters, its own evil shopping mall and restaurants, many convention centers and recreational areas for the bad guys and a highway that led to both Lake Nighthorse in Colorado and the infamous company HenchCo. Industries. It was literally like a underground city for underground crime and amusement, and Gilliard's mother lived in Minalshari since she worked at one of the departments in HenchCo.
"Gilliard, you can't do this to me!" Martin begged from behind the folding screen. "With my parents preparing for their anniversary trip, Bates going to see his relatives at his nephew's wedding, the monkey ninjas and the Homo Simius absent for things I dare not to say...What's the fun of pulling an evil heist without my best friend?"
"Mart, I'm touched that you like having an annoying fish like me on your heists," Gilliard said sincerely, "but even though we've been doing this for four years now, should you, I don't know, start organizing your alliance?"
Martin stepped out of his folding screen fully clothed and glared at Gilliard. "Excuse me?"
"I mean develop other evil alliances. Or if you're desperate, find yourself a girlfriend now that you're 22! Hasn't your mother begun this habit of constantly telling you that you should be married and bearing kids on your 24th year like she did? At least, you know, with someone close enough to your age and not with a twelve year gap like with your dad?"
"Ugh! Not this again!" Martin dropped himself on his bed and facepalmed himself. "I love my mother very much and I value my family traditions, but I'M NOT IN A RUSH TO FIND MYSELF A FEMALE PARTNER! Seriously! If I want to find one, that's my problem to solve! Sadly, aside from you, I don't do well on the teenage social level..."
"Then here's an idea!" Gilliard snapped his fingers. "Get out of your castle more often and go to places where you know you'll find teenage girls who just love bad boys with pockets full of cash!"
BAM! BAM!
"Will you boys hurry up?" Martin's mother shouted from downstairs. "The pancakes are getting cold!"
"COMING!" The boys shouted and raced their way out of the room.