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Chapter Two

That is not a hacky sack!

"Ah, here we are," Drakken said as he land his hovercraft a safe distance away from the campus. Amongst the still lush trees he and Shego peered out, trying to find their target. Easier said than done; there were too many people to find Kim Possible fast enough. "Okay, Shego, the rest is up to you," the blue man said as he began 'sneaking' away. He made about as much noise as a drunk dog when he tried to be sneaky.

The thief shook her head, he could be such a buffoon sometimes. Maybe even worse than Kim's buffoon. "Sometimes I wonder why I stick around…" she thought as she padded out of the brush and into the main part of the campus. Looking around the beige buildings with large windows, she still couldn't even catch a glimpse of what could be her arch foe. It was noisy too, maybe she should wait till classes started. Oh well, Shego knew it wasn't going to be easy to find Kim. "Maybe she'll just find me like she always does," she mused, continuing on through the crowd.

Shego climbed a tree and watch the mass of people diminish as classes started. Still no sign of the red head. Maybe she should just catch a nap while it was quiet. After all, Drakken said he was going to be patient this time, she had all the time in the world. She let her eyelids droop and was asleep within minutes. Too bad she missed the parachuting figure that had dropped in about an hour later.


"Girl! I can not believe you got this for me!" Monique half-shrieked as she examined the many yards of fabric in her arms.

"It was no big. The people of China were happy to spare some of their best silk as a thanks for saving a few villages from a deadly avalanche," Kim smiled back at her friend, who was taking her generals at Middleton University before moving to Manhattan to get her major in fashion.

Monique continued to go on and on about how the teen hero should start charging people and getting nice things like this all the time. Kim was only half-listening, nodding and smiling in all the right places. It was the last sentences that caught her attention.

"But really, you're working yourself too hard, you know that right? I mean, everyone's got a hobby, and you don't even know what you plan to major in! And you've been single ever sense Ron left for Tokyo…"

Kim flinched, she had broken up with Ron when he had decided to go to a culinary school in Japan. At that distance, maintaining a relationship would be impossible, even for a Possible. They were still best friends, and managing to make it to missions at relatively the same time, thanks to Wade. Ron was also a big hit in Japan (or so Kim was told,) and he was getting his own rides to places. Something that had baffled the red head at first. Last she heard, Ron was dating a girl in Japan by the name of Yori, and Kim couldn't be happier for her friend.

"…Not to mention the fact that you're still single," the African-American interrupted Kim's thoughts.

"So? I don't need any more distractions with college. Especially since I've maxed out the possible credits," she spoke defensively, she didn't enjoy the fact that Monique like to point out that she was single at every open opportunity. For Pete's sake she was single too! But, maybe it was the fact Kim wasn't bothering to look was where the problem lay.

"Fair point. But you need a way to wind down after a hard day's work. Maybe get a pet or something," the silk-carrying girl suggested, hey, if she didn't want a guy, maybe a little critter would help. "You've been stressing for awhile now, and even you have your limits."

Kim sighed, there was no getting out of that one, mostly because it was true, "Alright, Mo. I'll think about it."

"That's all I ask."


Shego yawned and opened her eyes. Still maintaining perfect balance on the tree branch, she stretched and looked to the sky. Twilight had set in, and most of the students had either gone to their dorms or other accommodation. "Well, guess I'm not finding Kimmie today. Maybe tomorrow," she figured since people seemed to disappearing and the thin crowd still showed no sign of the red head. Leaping down with her usual grace, she wandered off to hopefully find something to eat.

Although she hadn't had much luck finding something a person would eat, there was plenty of things in the trash cans that were perfectly fine for feline consumption.

So, she went hungry that night.


The next morning wasn't looking to be any more promising. The same large crowd, the same stupid people, same ugly buildings. Shego sighed, this wasn't going to get any better from the looks of it. The cat burglar thought about looking for the apartment instead, and decided she would do so if the red headed pest wasn't found today.

"Hey, guys! Check out this cat!" someone had shouted above the noise coming from the sea of people.

"Dude, is that cat, like, green?" another voice chimed in.

"Nah, you're trippin' again, pal," and a third joined the idiot chorus.

Shego suddenly found herself being picked up by the second speaker, a young male wearing and orange tie-dye t-shirt and baggy long shorts. His messy shoulder length hair was pulled back into a pony-tail. "Dude, I'm telling you. This cat has green fur!" he said, his grip on the scruff of the cat's neck firm, but gentle.

"And I'm telling you, you're high. Cats aren't green, it's just not natural," idiot number three said, looking at the creature in his friend's hand with mild interest. His beaten jeans riddled with holes, swayed in the slight breeze that was picking up. Unconsciously, he wrapped the leather jacket he was wearing around himself tighter.

The first one spoke again, "So, you think anyone owns this thing?"

Shego growled at them.

"I'll take that as a 'no,' any rejections?" the first asked his friends. He had a t-shirt with a keyblade on it, his black jeans worn to holes at the knees.

The other two shook their heads, smiles dancing across their faces.

"Wonder why I suddenly have the feeling I should have waited for Drakken to offer me more money for this?" Shego deadpanned in her mind. Her question was answered almost immediately as she was hurled to the ground. Dazed, she didn't have time to react as a foot slammed into her side, sending her flying. She was met with foot after foot, the trio treating her like a soccer ball. This continued on for some time, actually taking this disgusting behavior out to the streets. Every few kicks, Shego could get a good amount of scratching done on the current foot, and few times even the next one.

A familiar voice waltzed through Shego's ears.

"What do you three think you're doing?" an outraged red head came up to them, green eyes glared daggers.

"Hey, calm down. We're just playing with it," the boy with the pony-tail said. His comrades nodded in agreement.

"Does this cat even belong to you?" she fumed, utterly furious at how calm the three were being about how cruel the were to the poor creature at their feet. She watched them shake their heads. "Well then," she picked up the beaten cat and cradled it in her arms gently, "I suppose I'll just have to find the poor thing's owner myself."

The trio watched the red head walk away, disappointed their source of entertainment had been taken from them, but maybe it was for the best. They looked down at their feet and legs, they were covered in bleeding scratches. Most of them looked like they were going to be infected if they weren't looked at soon.

Yeah, it was for the best, they agreed.