Now I bring you the extended sequel to "The Deadly Embrace of Desire" and "The Garden of Serenity". Ten years have passed since "Oh, No! Yono!" and life has gone on when Monkey Fist was condemned to be the Yono's guardian - or he's Yono now, but who knows for sure since we never see him again after "Graduation". Without spoiling in the beginning right now, this becomes an epic tale of love, adventure, magic and all things deep and emotional - there's actually more to come. :) Kim and Monty Fiske (yes, he returns) go through a spiritual, mental, emotional and physical journey not only when they face off the Yono together with the help of friends - but with each other. You're in for a hell of a ride.

Here in the prologue, you are in for his POV after Kim leaves him at the end of "The Deadly Embrace of Desire" - after that, it gets pretty disturbing, so you've been warned.

Disclaimer: nothing belongs to me. I also do not own the information of the location of Mount Kilimanjaro which you see first thing.

Prologue

Wrath of the Monkey

Africa was one of the most notable countries for his tastes, and he could have found suitable ancient monkey relics for himself only to be disappointed when he found none such thus far, not even in Tanzania - or precisely Mount Kilimanjaro, where he was directed to the base where allegedly it would be struck rarely by lightning and produce the rarest, exquisite gems to sell for fine jewelry.

Ironic how the first recorded ascent to the very top was in 1889, therefore becoming one of the major park attractions in the world. In addition, its glaciers were perfect for scientific reasons, but that was not why he was here as stated previously. Monty Fiske had assumed an ancient simian temple would be within the ranges of the great mountain - or within any of its three cones - but false leads led to disappointment. He and his monkey ninjas had come here for nothing.

Or maybe not.

When he decided a visit to the small town nearby was in order, maybe this trip couldn't be wasted after all as his attention fell to the collection of styles of tanzanite jewelry. He could hardly ignore the color nearly matching his own eyes, nor could he ever find himself avoiding a certain young redhead who bested him yet again only weeks ago in front of her school. He had been so close to getting the Monkey King's Amulet from her, and she had the power, almost to full monkey - but damn her!

Fiske studied the various collection of rings, hoping it would at least take his mind off Kim Possible, but found he could not. The first one to grab his attention was typical with diamonds around the row of five violet-blues; next to it was another of the gems in a starburst fashion. As well, one depicted royalty with the great purple amethyst in a thick golden band, two tanzanite on either side. This looked like it could be lusted for by any queen in the world - but a ring held no great interest to him as a necklace would.

He almost gasped when he beheld the sight of one charm in particular. Elemental danger - that was what this one spoke of. Lightning and water; tanzanite was struck by the former, and the latter element produced the darker toned iolite which lapped around the center of attention. Not one element was without the other...as a monkey king could never be without his queen.

Monty blinked as the thought rose unbidden in his mind. He had no idea where the decision came from, nor did he feel utterly repulsed - entirely - as to who the obvious lady was. Kim Possible defeated him, humiliated him, but even before those times, he had witnessed what the world knew about her on the television and the newspapers, even the Internet. She was a young lady barely reaching womanhood, but in her mannerisms and her ferocity, she was already a woman and that did not stop him there.

He had confessed to himself that he had...dreams about the young Miss Possible even after her buffoon friend had him tried and locked briefly away before he was released after his supposed "insanity". Bates had taken him back in, but it was like his fortune in obtaining the Mystical Monkey Power had been lost...until the next ancient relic had come to his home much later, having thought to be lost until it was recovered and brought straight to him. After that was the recruiting of his monkey ninjas. Animals were not easy to train, but it was worth it. So many tries to reach his destiny only to be stopped by Team Possible.

This time just about did it when he tried to get the Amulet of the Monkey King.

Monkey Fist recalled how she appeared in her "monkiosity" - the term Bates used when he beheld the last of the jade monkeys in sight the first time - and almost relished his time to take that from her. The auburn hair wild as fire as she was inside - as he was to get what she took from him - but her face was changing to monkey. Stunning...that was the word to describe, and he allowed himself to be transfixed by her perfection. It made his blood boil, both with rage and with...passion. Not only was it the kind of passion he thrived on for his destiny.

He actually lusted for Kim Possible.

Growling in his teeth and reclining in the seat of the rented car as he allowed the monkeys to drive them to the charted jet for home, he was tempted to slam his fist into the window as a relief, but he didn't want to end up paying for the damages. Why was he thinking this? She was only a child in the eyes of the law, but to him? She was a mature woman, whether she looked like one or not. She was wild at heart, even if she refused to become a part of his world. And that was why he decided that no matter what, he could never get rid of her. There was that old saying: keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer.

"That is it, then," he mused aloud, finding himself staring at the back of his hands in his lap, purely out of habit. "She should be my Monkey Queen."

He made the decision to get this necklace in front of him, making the decision to get this elemental charm for her if it would begin to draw her, aid in his proposition of her. He needed to think about how to get her to him, and there was one sure way to be secrecy. Knowing she had connections, he would send the message to her that she and only she would receive. When the deed was done, he waited within the confides of his ancestral home until she came. When he got the notice that she was coming, he had to prepare for her arrival and clutched the necklace close to him until the lady herself arrived...and dressed seductively and innocently in white, shoulders bare and hair flying away. He did his best to not lick his lips at the sight. She was ready to fight him; try she would, but she would not be able to resist him then.

And she hadn't. He could not afford to wait anymore as he broke down her barriers, trapped her in his room and when the night fell upon them, the fire before the bed lit. She was his, and he had been the one to take her innocence. She'd never been with a man, which made it that much more for him. She'd refused to become his queen, but of course he didn't get his hopes up. The fire...the excitement...flesh on flesh...it was everything.

But when he awoke, she was gone. The bed was still warm, with he still in it - but the other spot was creased where Kimberly had lain. And now it was empty, lingering with her scent and warmth. She had left him, and she left the necklace beside the bed for his eyes to find.

His dignity had been ruined just like that when she didn't leave him a note. Roaring furiously, Monkey Fist dominated Monty Fiske at the moment and slammed his fist onto the bed cushion before doing the same to his bedroom window - and nearly fell out the window before he'd grabbed the ledge and pulled himself back over the edge. He ignored the remaining glass shards on the floor but was still aware of their existence. His temper had exploded then and there - before reality returned and he forced himself to calm before going over to the table beside the window and pouring himself some brandy. Liquid fire burned his throat and reached his heart's chambers.

Monty knew why she had to leave behind what he had gone through beneath the world to get for her. She couldn't bring him back with her because he was not a part of her world and never would be. He would accept it - and that meant they would still be and always would be enemies.

Naked, Lord Monty Fiske set down his empty whiskey glass on the table beside the decanter and walked back around the bed, picked up the necklace by the clasp and dangled it from his forefinger and thumb, the stormy colors reflecting his own eyes - flashing with the storm festering within himself. The fire behind him warmed the back of his body, making his skin moisten.

No matter. He would see her again in time - and it wouldn't be so pleasant compared to tonight. Yet his body still yearned for hers.

"So be it, Kim Possible," he whispered menacingly, closing his eyes briefly before reopening them and dropping the necklace entirely into his other palm, closing his fingers around it. "So be it."

~o~

He felt nothing but darkness, confusion and terminal terror in every system of his body. He had no idea where he was now, but this was what he got now, and it set him off to no end when defeat was declared - and his fate was sealed.

He was trapped. Imprisoned, as a price paid for his foolishness.

He'd read the tale of the Yono, desired this power as he thought it would be what he always wanted. He thought he could use both Yono the Destroyer and Han the Creator, to lead him to his destiny to be the Ultimate Monkey Master. He had fought long and hard, lived on desire - both in body even if that was one time, and in his dreams - but endless defeat after defeat. Now was the last one he would ever receive.

No...no...

NO!

He wanted so much to scream, to cry, but it would be futile. This was not supposed to happen. The Yono should let him go; he would scream and curse if he had to, and once he was away, he would never return here. He could move on with his life, maybe die helpless as there was nothing else for him...

Foolish man. Arrogant human. Greedy scum - shall I go on with what to call you, Montgomery Fiske?

Darkness surrounded him, so there was no way to see through, nor could he move. He wanted to sob, show this weakness because it seemed there was no other option - but he didn't. Couldn't or didn't did not matter to use anymore. Don't you dare use those words to label me, you demon! he returned, earning a rumbling laugh that echoed and bounced around his eardrums.

You do not intimidate me, human. This is what your greed and selfishness brought you to. You thought you could take the easy way, never stopped to consider the possibilities of a price to be paid for a greater power. You thought you could use me and the Han, but in the end, your desires came back to give you your just desserts. This is your destiny now - and until the time comes for release, you shall serve me in this sea of torment.

Cold horror covered his senses - or did he actually have any left? - when he felt the tail of the monkey god caress his face. He could not see, but Yono was here. He was here to serve and play his part; when the time came and another awoke the Yono, then he would be the one to pass the power onto the unfortunate soul who would endure what he would. What do you want me to do?

Disrobe.

His heart had been alive if not beating as it used to; he would have imagined it stopped as soon as Yono gave him the first order. No...that could mean one thing. The deity repeated the order, this time rougher than before. Do I have to make you? he threatened, the tail hitting him across the face if not actually striking to leave a mark.

He swallowed and then found he could move his hands, as a start. But this was only for what was going to happen in this oblivion. He didn't see, only felt, as he found the sash tying his tunic together, opening the fabric and letting it fall around his feet. Then his trousers and undergarments were joining it - but then he no longer felt his fallen clothes around his ankles. Where had they gone?

You do not need them any longer, was all the Yono told him before he felt the tail again, having left his face and now returned, this time to snake over and sickeningly tease the left side surface of his buttocks. No one ever touched him like this before - except for her, one time - so the sensations were strange and uncomfortable because it was a monkey tail. The tail of a god who was a monkey, the one thing he strived to become the master of in vain.

The tail left his rear end and traveled down, caressing the backs of his legs and then up over his back, exploring his body when he could no longer see it. Only his tormentor could view and relish him. The path of the Yono...his path was to endure his desires slapped back at him. He did not know whether or not to call this karma or divine punishment - or if it's a terrible combination of both.

He shivered when his shoulders were ghosted over, his bare chest getting the same. The tip of the tail briefly pressed on his nipples until they were hard for the deity's satisfaction. Word, was the only response given for twisted enjoyment. He wished he could be put into deep sleep but knew it would not settle. His stomach trembled as it, too, was roamed over, before the ministrations stopped, and he was ordered to his knees.

Oh. He was ashamed that the word had to escape his lips when he felt the tail slither further down between his legs. The Yono knew this was where he was most vulnerable as any other man. He chewed his lip fearfully, nearly drawing blood but wondered if he actually could in this time, as he felt the tail smooth the hair of his pubis before reaching the intimate length of flesh between his thighs. He felt so filthy, violated, but this was his fate as it was sealed now.

Oh, Monty, what HAVE you become?! he moaned in eternal despair to himself as the ordeal went on far longer than he hoped...

~o~

7 years later...

It had been so many years since Lord Montgomery Fiske was declared dead to the world, missing for so long in his home country that it became clear he would never return. Seven years was long enough that it gave Bates closure but did not heal the lingering hole in his heart.

He'd been in service of the man he raised as a boy when his father had been distant, allowing every parental responsibility to be placed upon the valet's shoulders up to when Monty grew to manhood. He was never afraid of the younger Fiske, but when he became fixated on the jade monkeys of legend, he should have seen the warning signs and didn't come to the realization until it was too late. He was Monty's voice of reason, but the lord and respected archaeologist had to remind him of his place - it was like the man began to see him as a disposable servant instead of the man who remained loyal to him up until the very end.

Bates had to leave after Lord Fiske returned home after a second arrest in Middleton following a futile attempt to become the Ultimate Monkey Master at Dr. James Possible's research station. That time had gone too far; he had done everything he could to keep Monty's sanity in check even if it was too far down. He didn't want to abandon his master, but it had to be done.

He had gone back to downtown London where his son and his family were living, helping them run the bookstore that was once a part of Monty Fiske's life in younger years. He had been keeping in touch with his former master just to be on the safe side as he could never abandon him completely - but there had been certainties in later years when there was obviously incidents in other countries that he lost track of Fiske after the Middleton issues - only to hear no more word for seven more years to come that it was safe to assume Montgomery Fiske was dead.

But then the little monkey ninjas found him only days ago, after barely a decade. Bates never thought he would meet them again, and he had no idea why after so long, they would find him in his peaceful home. Today he had been visiting his former master's lawyer to speak of what had been left to him in the Last Will and Testament - and a substantial comfort it was - and then he had decided to go back and visit the Fiske castle after years, just to feel a small comfort close to home. The memories were so great that he was on the verge of leaving when the monkey ninjas confronted him, nearly giving him a heart attack.

He didn't know why they wanted him, but he didn't speak their language as Lord Fiske understood them. But then one of them came up to him in regardings of an ancient deity called the Yono. Apparently, his old collectibles and artifacts remained that his little minions had been looking at themselves. They must have found minds of their own to look through and devotedly searched for how to find their master and return him. They knew the whole story better than anyone else - and now Bates knew it, with Team Possible's involvement in his downfall as well as the price he paid for the Faustian pact with the devil that was the Yono.

"Oh, milord, you really have outdone it now," he'd moaned in despair, covering his face with his hands. It seemed now that he had to go to great lengths and join these monkeys back to Japan to retrieve their fallen leader.

The deed had not been easy, but they remembered the location and the area very well. Bates had been warned about the burial site being watched, but he might as well decide the risk could be worth it. As a boy, Monty had been like a son to him. His mother died giving birth to him, and his father didn't show any real love for his only son. That gave him determination to bring the man back even if it risked everything again - but he could do something to ensure Fiske didn't do anything against the world again. He would worry about the details later.

He helped the monkey ninjas dig with everything he had, risked bones getting weary...and then they found IT. "We've found him," Bates gasped as he beheld the petrified form of Montgomery Fiske - Monkey Fist now - and with such terror and power in the visage and the air about the statue.

The monkeys screeched and jumped up and down at the sight of their master recovered, but it was far from over. They had to get him home and fast. Bates had an old friend who could get the stoned man back unharmed. It took a few weeks, but the trip was worth it. By the time Bates and the monkey ninjas themselves arrived with their prize intact, now came the hardest part of all.

Spells and incantations were never Bates' specialties, but tonight he had no choice as a scroll was given to him that one of the monkeys - named Lili - found amongst the dusted texts. Several instructions were required as it had to be done when the next full moon was in orbit: incense, salt, sacred water and the written text which he voiced shakily but clearly.

"Gaia matre nobili et antiqua terrae qui frigidi recludere hunc unum reducat scelestis carcere animam..."

Gaia, ancient and noble mother of the earth, bring back forth one who has been frozen; unseal this poor soul from his unholy prison...

They took the frozen monkey man to the great garden courtyard of the castle, near the waterfall and fountain which provided a calm musical tune for the foreboding act about to be done. Open area was required; they had to hurry. Bates did the honors of lighting up the incense that had been placed about the frozen body of Monty Fiske to purify him, the strong herbal aroma reaching the former valet's nostrils as well as the surrounding monkey ninjas'. The salt was spread around as it was common in other cultural rituals to repel evil.

The petrified figure was doused all over with the water from an Asian temple that had been acquired several years before the Mystical Monkey Power madness, claimed to bear healing powers of some sort. When this was done, Bates heard his voice echo hollowly as he recited the incantation while the monkeys around him in the circle bowed their heads in prayer and raised their hands for absolute devotion like the disciples they were.

The moonlight above bathed Monkey Fist's stoned figure, and it was a painful eternity for Bates and the monkeys to wait for something to happen. The monkeys themselves were ooking amongst themselves as if wondering what they should do now, or if this would not work after all, and Bates was beginning to wonder the same for himself, if this had been an entirely waste after all...

...and then they all heard the crack which brought their attentions to the statue, where the face itself was starting to come apart and let loose a strange glow of yellow light within.

The cracks spread throughout over the body, and the light became brighter - before it exploded before their eyes and sent them all to their knees, covering their eyes to protect them. Some seconds passed before Bates found it within himself to open his eyes again and see the light gone. The statue itself was gone - but in its place was none other than Lord Monty Fiske freed from his stone captivity.

"Milord!" Bates jumped to his feet and rushed to kneel before his master's side, the monkey ninjas screeching and joining him in a circle. Fiske lay on his stomach like a newborn struggling to move on its own, his naked body quivering uncontrollably, his hyperventilation audible and erratic. Bates was worried how the man would react if he tried to touch him in any way. He repeated softly, "Milord?"

Monty's shaking ceased only to restart again but in gentler motions, to let him know he'd heard. "B-Bates," he responded, recognizing his former valet's voice. He lifted his head in the other's direction, unable to raise his head entirely to look at him in the eyes. "Bates, where am I?"

"You're home," Bates answered, finally laying a hand on the man's naked shoulder, helping him to a kneeling position. "What happened to you?"

Fiske finally looked up at him. His eyes, once vivid with knowledge and pride, were watery with fragility. Whatever happened to him, it had affected him very much that Bates had the distinct feeling he might end his obsessive pursuit of the Mystical Monkey Power - unless he was wrong as he'd been proven before.

"Bates," Fiske said softly, bringing a hand - still covered with hair and mutated like a monkey - to grasp Bates' arm covered by his coat, "it was terrible..." His eyes lowered then, his head bowing as if ashamed of himself. "Terrible," he repeated, followed by a wracking of his form. "I'm so cold."

Bates shrugged off his coat and draped it over Monty's shoulders, looking up at the clearly worried monkey ninjas who did not know what to do at the present. They had to get him inside now where he was safe - but this was only just the beginning. Lord Fiske dealt with dark forces beyond comprehension, and now Bates knew he could not leave him alone this time.

I was influenced by so many of PengyChan's works as well as VampireNaomi, both being huge fans of Monkey Fist themselves. :) Several stories provided excellent insight into what went inside Fiske's head while he was petrified and walking the Yono's path included "Path of the Yono" and "Invincibility" by PengyChan, filled with so much angst that a part of you really DOES feel bad for him. Arrogant, greedy, foolish and other terms related were what the Yono used to call Monty Fiske because he never did measure the consequences of his lust for power.

Another fic, incompleted, was "The Path of the Yono" by MaceEcam. Had originality to Monty Fiske's past as we explored him being in stone, different from PengyChan's story similarly titled - and with a dark angle with poor Monty being unfrozen only to...well, I wrote it. (sick face) But in that other story, it went no further than ending with the man undressing before the monkey god, just a cliffhanger there. Next chapter had stoned Monty rescued by DNAmy before another round could occur, enraging the monkey god. I had to take the bold direction of expanding it beyond that barrier. I'm sorry if I made anyone sick, but the idea was in my head for a long time after reading MaceEcam's story. I told them in a review that an idea like that was TOO damned good to be left hanging like that.

My friend Blue Kitsune and I were talking about this via PM, and she was the one to tell me she didn't know if it was karma or divine punishment for Fiske, which eventually worked its way in as you saw. :) Because he went through his own desire to get what he wanted, and look what it got him in return. And thanks to her for helping me out with the ritual that takes place. The ideas came from a favorite show of hers, "The Jackie Chan Adventures", primarily the Yu Mo Gui Gwai Fai Di Zao of Chi magic, as well as the salt idea from "Supernatural" (which my boyfriend also loves). Other ideas like incense and holy water are common, as mentioned.

I'd also read "Monkey Around" by yet to come, which also was not continued. It had the monkey ninjas seeking help to retrieve their petrified master, but it wasn't Bates. I had thought Bates was perfect as he will be vital to this story to come. As well, this ending had ultimately become AU to when we last saw frozen Monty in the "Graduation" episode when DNAmy retrieved him; I just could not let that happen in here. Also, Monty returning the way he did was based off of the way Angel returned at the end of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer season 3 episode "Faith, Hope and Trick".

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