Shikabane Hime: Yori Chapter 6: The Future?, a kim possible fanfic

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Shikabane Hime originally owned by Gagan Comics, anime by Feel and Gainax.

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"How was your day, Kimmie-cub?", Mr. Dr. Possible asked.

He was stepping out of his car with the twins at the same moment the goo soaked trio spilled out of the Sloth. Kim supported a dazed looking Yori while Ron held a package of soaked robes tied together with a crystal blue ribbon.

"Some of the most heroic men I've met are returned to the grave while the most dangerous monster I know of stalks the earth.", Kim replied.

Her father chuckled. "In my day, we just bounced an e-mail to Hellsing MI-13 when we found undead monsters. Kids these days."

The three stared slack jawed as the man walked away to his den.

The twins ran past the three goop covered teens. "What did you do to our car?!", they cried.

"Your car?", Kim asked.

Jim and Tim ignored her. With the two inside the sloth, it took concerted effort to realize which was talking. "It's a mess in here." "The enviromental monitors are shot." "It's saying there's three of us in here." "Check the log." "At least it read five on the way back," ",so switching from heart beat monitors to entrance/egress sonar counts caught Rufus and Yori at least." "You know what this means?" "Overhaul?" "And you know what that means?" "Upgrades!" "Hikabickaboo?" "Hooshah."

Kim waved her free hand in dismissal. Then the three made their way to Kim's bed room.

"You take the shower, Ron.", Kim said. "I'll go find a sponge and bucket and I'll see about Yori."

Ron nodded and the two living left Yori in Kim's room. As Ron closed the door and the shower started, Yori gravitated toward Kim's bathroom. Her hand outstretched toward the door, until it came to rest on it. The corpse, clad only in hakama and chest wrappings, found herself laying her head on the door and then pressing against it. Kim's return startled it.

"I found two of the tw'eebs shop buckets, actually.", Kim stated.

Yori spun around to find her contracted monk's girl friend holding what she said, in addition to one of them being filled with sponges. Then it remembered and turned back toward the door and saw how it left a smear of synthodrone goo on her bathroom door.

"I apologize, Possible-sama.", Yori told her while looking at her feet.

Kim set down the buckets. Then she walked past Yori with only one of the sponges and dabbed at the smear. "No big."

Yori sighed. "You are most generous."

"'Domo' doesn't mean 'thank you' in Japanese, does it?", Kim asked as she finished with the door.

Flashback

Kim and Yori bounced from rock to rock amongst the lava, bound together after their capture by Monkey Fist.

"Nice moves.", Kim complemented.

"Domo.", Yori replied smugly, confident that Ron would appreciate a ninja's suppleness over the cheerleader's.

Yori kept her gaze at her feet. Sighing again, she admitted, "'Arigato' is 'thank you'. 'Domo' often accentuates it because it means 'very'...but can be translated as 'verily'."

The ninja nearly gasped as she felt a dry sponge begin to take away some of the goop. Kim drew the sponge across Yori while seemingly test touching the shikabane with her free hand. Once doing so was determined to be safe, she used the hand to steady the corpse and used more force with the sponge.

"That's how you really feel about Ron, isn't it?", Kim asked.

"'Domo'?", Yori asked.

Kim turned Yori around and looked her dead in the eye, communicating nigh-telephatically. I know you know what I'm talking about. Kim raised an eyebrow, Back at the lair...

Yori was unable to keep her gaze. The shikabane stooped to fetch a sponge and started removing goop from Kim.

"Hai.", Yori conceded. She then moved to pull Kim's purple, drenched mission shirt...tying up the first attack of a jealous girlfriend. "I am sorry."

Kim smiled wistfully. "I envy you."

Yori's eye brows clenched.

Kim pulled off the shirt and continued taking the goop off Yori. "I love Ron. I also love my mom and dad, Monique, the rest of my friends...even the tw'eebs...even Uncle Hoss and Joss. I want to say that the way I love Ron is special. But the way I feel about any of them is different from one to the next. I can't honestly tell you I love him the way you do. I don't know if I would come back to life if the way you feel is it takes. Ron deserves someone who loves him that much."

"He deserves to love someone who can love him in return. Not simply a monster that clings to regret and obsession.", Yori replied. "Besides, I am contracted to Stoppable-san. I know how he feels about you. "

"Ugnh...", Yori collapsed. The corpse fell onto Kim. Its fingers dug into the girl and Kim winced as she started to bleed. "He's gone! AAA/

Ron closed the door to the bathroom and hurriedly disrobed. Considering the day, he decided to hurry with his shower and get back to Yori as soon as possible. Well, not Possible because...you know, she was there right now.

After the quickest of hosing downs, Ron dressed as quickly as he could. He was still tying his shoe when Rufus 3000 appeared before him.

Ron watched the highly evolved naked mole rat step from the glowing blue portal. "Hikabickaboo, Ronald Stoppable."

"Dude, Rufus, wait, what?", Ron stuttered.

The naked mole rat explained. "I am Rufus 3000, one of many evolved naked mole rats from what you would consider the future. The world is in great danger, and beyond the breaking point. Now that we have the technology, I have used time travel to come back for the legendary hero. The only man who has ever tempered the Great Enemy: the Ultimate Monkey Master, Ronald Stoppable."

"Wait a minute.", Ron started. "Since you got time travel, we can be back before we left. Let's get this bon-diggity show on he dilly-oh."

"Hooshah!", Rufus 3000 declared. "Follow me, into the future."

With that the time-traveller returned to his time. Ron followed.

Rufus 3000 and Ron stepped into a grave yard.

Ron asked, "So since we're in the future, does history even say I time traveled?"

3000 coughed into his fist. Ron glared at him. "Er...I said, history said you disappeared before the rise of the Great Enemy."

"What?!", Ron cried. "What-you-talking-about, Rufus?

"How are you talking anyway?"

Rufus nodded. "The Great Enemy evolved naked mole rats after your dissappearance. The first words uttered unto my people were 'Because you remind us of him'.

"But come, there is someone who may be able to explain better than I."

Rufus 3000 led him through the grave yard. Multicolored light made this the most psychodelic grave yard Ron could conceive of. Eventually, Ron came upon a familiar face.

"Yori!", Ron cried out. He raced up to the naked girl. She sat draped over a simple headstone with a Star of David as its only emblem. When the corpse turned toward them, he could make out the name on the headstone.

"Ron Stoppable!", they cried in unison.

"It is truly you, Ron-kun!", Yori declared. The girl threw her arms around him.

"What happened?", Ron asked. "Why is the light so weird? What's with my grave? Why are you naked?"

"You've come back, Ron-kun.", she told him in between kissing every inch of his face. "That has what happened. It will be my honor to hold onto you forever."

Ron shook his head. "I need answers, Yori. Tell me what's going on."

"Would you not like me to suck your dick instead?", Yori asked. "I remember that you get bored with long speeches but always glazed over into a stationary drool when I kissed you. I want to do whatever will keep you with me."

"Tell me what I want to know or I'll leave.", Ron warned.

"NO!", an angry corpse told him between jagged teeth. Glowing green eyes packed in a grey skinned, pointed ear face warned him not to stray.

"I mean, please don't Master Stoppable.", Yori asked in the demure visage he was accustomed. "It will be my honor to obey you.

"You disappeared twenty-three years, forty-four days, eleven hours, twenty-three minutes and eighteen seconds ago since you had called my name. I know because I counted the seconds by the time it took me to kiss you the first time.

"The world has changed since then, Ron-kun. All because of one person's shikabane:

"Kimberly Anne Possible."

"No.", Ron denied.

"You only have to look to the sky to believe, Ronald.", Rufus 3000 told him.

Ron looked up while Yori's corpse licked his neck. The graveyard was lit up with all the different colors of the rainbow because that's what was painted across the sky. Every memory of him with Kim was displayed for the world to see. He was seven, holding onto the back of Kim's bicycle. He was eleven, guiding Walter Nelson and Kim to the car that was going to take them to the orthodontist to get their braces untangled. He was five, playing doctor with a Kim in his tree house. He was seventeen, helping Kim celebrate Christmas by 'unwrapping' his 'present'.

"Aw man.", Ronald believed.

"Her curse was simple. 'I can do anything.' Villains did not believe and they died. Global Justice could not find you and they died. The Kougon sect attempted to contain her and they died.", Yori explained.

"She blamed me for your disappearance, Ron-kun. She drew this mockery of your memorial from the stones of Yaumanouchi. At the one marked for you, she mystically chained me. The elements took my clothes years ago. The vermin oft times come to gorge on my flesh.

"But I knew you would come back. That I regenerated every time, I knew my contract with you was not broken. I had faith, Master Stoppable. I held that faith to my heart and never let go. Now I have been rewarded. Do you not want my tongue to show your penis what it thought of all these years?"

"But shikabane are supposed to regenerate anyway.", Ron objected.

"It was because we are bonded, dearest Ron-kun.", Yori claimed anyway. "I assure you."

"Wait, time travel!", Ron declared. "Rufus, you can send me back and I can stop all this!"

"I am sorry, Ronald.", Rufus told him. "The time stream is singular. The fact that you have come to this future means it is, from your perspective, inevitable. The only thing I can offer is a chance to save this world from the Great Enemy's shikabane."

"That's wonderful.", gushed Yori. "If that naked mole rat had been able to take you from me, I would have had to eat him. Now we can be together forever."

"Or the boy can save the world.", Lord Montgomery Fiske interjected.

"YOU!", the monster screeched with a dozen whispers. "I won't lose him again!"

Yori jumped at Fiske. Then a crystal blue chain appeared around her neck and stopped her from straying more than two meters from the gravestone. Ron used this chance to scurry away from her clutches. Yori instantly realized what she had lost and crawled toward Ron. Ron was too far away for her grasp, but that didn't prevent the leashed naked teenage girl from reaching out and moaning in desire.

Fiske started speaking in perfected calm. "I can send you back. You can prevent this, Master Stoppable."

"Dude, of all people why would I trust you?", Ron asked. "Is the future really that crazy?"

Montgomery nodded, then bent on one knee. "Would the 'Monkey Fist' you know bow before you? Acknowledge you to be the Ultimate Monkey Master? Let us say that Yori-sama's taking my last servant away from me was a...moment of Zen.

"I attempted to take your place when you were no longer with us. I now know that I am not your equal, nor can you simply be succeeded. I kneel before you only as your humble servant, Master Stoppable."

"You still cannot re enact the time line.", Rufus 3000 warned.

"Au contreir, frer rongeur sans polis.", Fiske countered. "I hold in my hands not the technological marvel you used to create this travesty by stealing Master Stoppable from the world. This is the Tempus Simia: its limitations are magical, not scientific. A noble heart and that hands of destiny can change the course of the world."

Ron was still wary. "It that's the case, just hand it over. Then I can fix everything, everywhere."

The elder cast his head down. "That is one magical limitation. If you gain the Tempus Simia from me, then there is no reason to get the Tempus Simia and I will not have it to use it now."

"Huh?", Ron asked. Then he clutched his head. "Oooh, temporal brain-freeze."

"You hurt him again? I will drain your heart of its life's blood villain!", Yori began in an unholy chorus.

Fiske focused on Ron. "We must hurry. It is inevitable that Ms. Possible will learn of your return. This is what a completely trapped shikabane is, Master Stoppable. Imagine what your true love's corpse will do when she finds you again."

Ron turned back to Yori. Her bulging, decaying, bony skin. Glowing, threatening, psychotic eyes. Nails that were growing toward him; as were her arms. The prehensile tongue alternated between hurling curses at Fiske and salivating over him.

"Alright, monkey man.", Ron stated. "Hit it!"

"No, you'll unravel the time stream!", Rufus screamed.

The naked mole rat drew a laser and was disarmed of it by Ron before he could even aim. Rufus took a step back and that was the last move he ever made. Yori's corpse devoured the creature with little gore and many tiny crunches of bones breaking as her teeth and throat crushed him.

"See how greatly I can serve you, Master?", a now pleasant appearing Yori asked. "Imagine how my throat can pleasure your penis?"

"uh, anytime Fist.", Ron continued.

Fiske held up the idol and a blood red portal, laced with lightning grew to human height.

Ron questioned it. "That looks more like hell than home, Monkey Fist."

"I know three billion survivors that would say the same about the planet as it is now.", Fiske replied.

Then Ron heard it. The wind carried it. It was a howl. It was cry. It was a plea. It was rejoice. It was damnation. It was hundred many things. But it was undeniably a voice. It called for one desire: him.

"I do not think you will want to see her as she is now, Master Stoppable.", Montgomery informed.

Ron jumped through the portal.

Kim turned Yori around and looked her dead in the eye, communicating nigh-telephatically. I know you know what I'm talking about. Kim raised an eyebrow, Back at the lair...

Yori was unable to keep her gaze. The shikabane stooped to fetch a sponge and started removing goop from Kim.

"Hai.", Yori conceded. She then moved to pull Kim's purple, drenched mission shirt...tying up the first attack of a jealous girlfriend. "I am sorry."

Kim smiled wistfully. "I envy you."

Yori's eye brows clenched.

Kim pulled off the shirt and continued taking the goop off Yori. "I love Ron. I also love my mom and dad, Monique, the rest of my friends...even the tw'eebs. I want to say that the way I love Ron is special. But the way I feel about any of them is different from one to the next. I can't honestly tell you I love him the way you do. I don't know if I would come back to life if that's what it takes. Ron deserves someone who loves him that much."

Yori leaned in and kissed Kim softly. She only pressed her lips to Kim's, then moved her head to the other side and did so again. The shikabane leaned against her and kissed again.

Yori pulled her head away. "I apologize, Possible-sama. Typically, I can sense a reflection of Stoppable-san's love for you. For a moment, I felt it flare up within me as if it were doubled, stronger...sorely missed? I am sorry if I have offended you."

"Oh...um...", Kim pondered. "So...er, you can tell how much Ron loves me?", the red head inquired.

Yori's smoky black eyes smiled back at her. Resting her forehead against Kim's, she replied. "It would be my honor to show you most intimately, Possible-sama."

Then Kim's bathroom door opened. A disheveled Ron stepped out with a confused look on his face.

Kim took it as wonderment of his girlfriend in the arms of Yori, and not the symptom of time travel.

Yori took it as an opportunity.

The shikabane rolled her head with Kim so that they were both facing Ron, cheek to cheek. "Your consort looks most ready for bed, does he not? It will be my honor to guide him to yours."

Kim smiled at the man she loved, who she realized deserved all the love he could handle. "I'm sure it will, Yori."

The two girls sauntered to Ron and each took one of his hands. The boy stumbled toward Kim's bed speechless. The two teens raised his green and white jersey away from him, then his underlying black shirt. The two girls sunk him to a prone position.

"You do not seem ready for bed, Possible-sama.", Yori whispered the in the bedroom's silence. The shikabane leaned over Ron to Kim. Grasping both of Kim's breasts, she squeezed her bra cups together and released the front clasp. She slid the lingerie from Ron's girlfriend while the boy watched.

Having watched Ron's reaction, Kim moved. "You aren't bed ready yourself, Yori."

With that, Kim moved her hands to Yori's wrappings. Putting her hands to Yori's back, she pulled the corpse into a kiss. Pressing her chest against the shikabane, Kim held the wrappings to Yori as she untucked the end of them. Pulling them loose, then free the red head backed away to let them fall away to expose Yori.

Kim laid down next to Ron. Yori seemed to sense it was one of many mini-rituals the two had when Kim softly sang in a whisper.

As the girl nestled against Ron: "Night time is a great time for kissin'/Night time is a great time for remeniscin'/I tell you, I'd rather be lonely than happy with somebody else."

Ron hugged Kim to his side. "You know I love you, KP? Even if you something happened and you wouldn't have to do anything crazy. I'd still have your back."

Kim closed her eyes and laid her head against Ron's shoulder. "I know, Ron."

Kim's hand snaked out and found Yori's. She gently pulled Yori down to the other side of Ron. "Nap time, Yori. Don't forget the blanket. Please and thank you."

Yori grinned ear to ear. With ninja agility, she kicked the comforter up and caught it in mid air. A gentle sweep and it alighted over the three teens.

Kim pushed over Ron, gave Yori a peck on the nose and barely whispered, "Honsetly. Thank you."

Kim returned to her previous position, shook out her hair and rested again.

Yori mirrored Kim on the other side of Ron. Yori whispered, "Possible-sama, your hair really is 'flippy'."

"Mmm-hmm.", Ron agreed. The boy turned his head toward Kim and might have been asleep before the gentle kiss on her forehead connected.