Dance Of Deception Pt. 2

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the character Kimo.

This is it, folks. The final chapter! I thought it'd be appropriate to finish this on a one-year anniversary note. I had hoped so anyway… I got lazy. Please enjoy and review! Announcement at the end of the chapter.

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"Just where are you going in that manner of dress at this time of night, young lady?" James Possible's voice piped over his newly revised plans for a rocket engine. The strange thing about it was that he truly wasn't looking at Kim, not physically anyway. It was the sort of parental sense that parents had to see their children without having to actually look at them. It was the kind of latent psychic ability that only a parent could have; one born of concern.

Though socially retarded in every sense of the word except business-wise, James still used his 'abilities', for lack of a better term, to commune with his daughter and for the past two days he hadn't been liking what he'd been 'hearing' or 'seeing'.

Kim was distressed and afraid. These two things would have normally been brushed off as some sort of teenage mood swings or anxiety if exhibited from another child. Test anxiety or, James shuddered, dating a boy. But Kim was not any old child, but his and Anne's and they both knew well enough that Kim had neither test anxiety nor was she dating a boy; Well, a boy besides Ron anyway… The truth of the matter was they didn't know what was wrong with their little Kimmie-Cub.

But what hurt them the most was that they couldn't do a damn thing to help her.

Kim stopped with her hand millimeters from the back door. In a manner that suggested a good amount of stress and anxiousness, she ran her nails through her freshly brushed mane and turned to her father, giving him as best a smile as she could muster. "I'm going with Ron to a cl- DANCE HALL… at… the… rec center." The voice in which these words were spoken was, unsurprisingly to both parties, as hollow and see through as the lie itself.

James sighed and folded his newspaper into his lap. Though he and his wife were pretty steamed about how Kim had lied to them before, that had been because the cause for the lie had been so minute and silly; hardly a reason to lie at all. But now… Now he knew as a parent not to push it. There was only so much he and Anne could do. "Kimmie-cub, I don't know what's going on exactly, and I'm sure that you want to handle it on your own. Regardless, I want you to never think you can't come to me or your mother about anything. We're here for you."

To Kim's surprise, she actually felt her eyes moisten. She was touched and shamed all at once. Sure, her mom and dad had said those things before, but it still got to her. Despite being on the verge of womanhood and being a world savior, she was still not above lying to her parents, of which she was ashamed, or being comforted by them when she needed them the most. "I know Dad. Thanks." She smiled. "Well, I better get going or Ron will start wondering where I am.

"Don't forget your curfew, Kimmie-Cub," her father reminded her.

Kim nodded. "I won't. Later Dad." She opened the door and closed it behind her as she left.

Should Kim had turned at the last minute, she would have seen her father's concerned face and heard him say, "Be careful, Kim."

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Kimo felt like she was showcasing the newest trends for Club Banana using the prettiest models available. She felt immense joy because her moment, her chance was at hand. But with that joy came the sickness. Of doubt. Of fear. Of uncertainty. Everything could go right, but it could also go wrong. This was it. Her biggest, best, and most likely, last shot. Ron and Kim were wise to what she was trying to do. Plus with the way Kim acted earlier…

She shook her head to clear her thoughts. She'd cross that bridge if she came to it. Right now she had to concentrate on her escape plan.

Earlier in her room after she had outlined and fitted Kim for her outfit tonight, Kimo had listened intently as Wade outlined his plan to her Kim and Ron: A force-field. Needless to say all three were incredulous to that proposal. But Wade wad adamant. He explained that it was a special, Reverse-Field, not a regular force field.

The genius went on to explain that regular force fields had to be generated from fixed points in a given location, and only in the shape and area that allowed the generators to produce the field. The other flaw was that these generators either were easily destroyed or had a limited power source. But his were different.

Wade's Reverse-Field worked in that not only did it have an unlimited power source (what it was, the kid wouldn't say), but it also had the capability to spread itself far beyond its generation point, at least five miles out, plus it was one way only. That is, people could get in, but they couldn't get out, at least without a little accessory…

The Field Splitter, a bracelet that bore an uncanny resemblance to the Centurion Bracelet, much to Kim and Ron's chagrin, was the only way out of the RF. It emitted a high amount of sonic vibrations that allowed the wearer to literally cut through the RF like a hot knife through butter. Anyone else would just slam into an impenetrable wall.

As she adjusted her newly made clothing, Kimo turned toward her jewelry box and her whole plan suddenly clicked into place. She smiled and quickly grabbed a trinket. She needed to change and make a quick stop before picking up Kim.

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Ron tightened his pack against his back and shoulders in preparation and eagerness. He wanted to get going and end this whole ridiculous mess tonight. The fact that someone was dogging Kim for a relationship was nothing new; there were plenty of boys in Middleton High that were raring to get with her. That number only seemed to increase when they saw that she was already with him. His mouth twitched into a small frown.

They probably thought that if I could become her boyfriend, then all they had to do was showcase how much better than me they were. Ron smiled as a new thought came to him. But Kim stuck with me, stood by me… loved me. She's given me something precious and I'm not gonna let that Kimo ruin what we have!

Ron turned and stuck out his hand to the bed. "Come on Rufus. Time to put the smack down on Kimo like Steel Toe!" The naked mole rat chattered readily and scampered onto Ron's arm and dropped into his pants pocket. Ron patted the pocket and strode out of his room and down the stairs, yelling a "Mom! Dad! I'm going to meet Kim!"

The blond stepped outside and the night chill hit him simultaneously as a wave of uncertainty did. He tugged the straps of his pack as he walked and wondered. Would Wade's generator work? He laughed at himself for that thought. Of course it would; Wade, like Drakken, had a talent for making impossible Sci-Fi ideas work like it was nothing. But still… Would it be enough to help take down Kimo?

Ron reached to the backpack and retrieved what appeared to be a metallic starfish with a pearl imbedded in it. Now Ron was no science wiz, but Wade had explained: The fibers running on the bottom of the generator would allow it to climb up walls and on virtually any surface. It would automatically maneuver onto the roof of the club and generate the RF, thus sealing everyone inside for at least a half mile out. Granted, the RF could have been generated anywhere, but the thing was still in the experimental stages and needed solid ground for now.

Once that was done, Kim and Ron would apprehend Kimo, unmask her, then do the usual hero thing and lock her up. Then they'd get a nice Naco and move on.

"Ron! Hey Ron!" The familiar voice cut through the night and Ron turned to see Monique jogging steadily toward him.

"Monique, what are you doing here?" he asked surprised. He placed the generator back in its place. He couldn't afford for anything to happen to it. "Are you planning to go on the mission?"

Monique slowed to a stop and Ron noticed that the girl didn't even look flustered from the run. But then again, she had probably just come from his house and he himself was barely a block away from it.

Monique huffed with her hands on her hips. "Boy, you know that I can't handle those crazy missions! I just came to wish you good luck, but more importantly give you this." She raised her hand and with a sheepish grin Ron beheld the Field Splitter that he'd unknowingly forgotten in his haste. He chuckled nervously under Monique's incredulous stare. "Uh yeah, thanks Monique." he took the Field Splitter and slipped it over his wrist. It was a little lighter than he remembered when Wade hade speed shipped it to he and Kim, but he dismissed it.

Monique said, "Ready for tonight, Ron? You think that the clothes I designed will help you guys?"

Ron nodded. "Oh yeah, we're ready. Kimo's going down for sure." He grasped Monique's hands in his own. "Monique, those clothes you made were awesome, don't worry about that. I really appreciate what you've done and I'm sure Kim does too." He dropped her hands and gave her a quick hug. Then he gave a quick goodbye wave and ran to Kim's house for their rendezvous.

Monique watched him go, a feeling of triumph in her stomach. He hadn't noticed the difference. Good. It would make things that much easier for her. She took a bracelet from her pocket and twirled it about her fingers as she set off back to her car. He needed to change again.

It's funny. He said he thanks me for my help, but I'm the one he's trying stop. I almost feel guilty.

She smiled. Almost.

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Ron huffed. "Sorry I'm late KP. Forgot the bracelet."

Kim resisted rolling her eyes, not out of frustration, but humor. It was just like Ron to forget something so important. One of his quirks that she liked. " So long as you've got it now. Do you remember the plan Ron?"

"Yeah. Once Kimo comes to escort you to the club, I'll tail behind you two in the Sloth. Once we get there, I'll make sure that the generator is secure while you keep Kimo busy. Once the shield's up, we'll jump Kimo and unmask her!"

" Yeah, though I have to admit I'm dreading the 'keep Kimo busy' part of the plan." Kim shuddered. "I mean, this outfit Monique made is great, but…" She gazed at Ron with affection. "I'd rather be wearing it for you, Ron…"

Ron stepped forward to place a chaste kiss on Kim's lips. He stepped away but kept his arms on her shoulders to give her a once over. Kim was dressed in the outfit that he himself had suggested: A baby blue vest-hoodie combination with a white shirt, plus a knee-length skirt with a gash down the side to allow free movement. Monique went one step further with alterations by putting velvety blue fox ears on the hood and encircling her wrists with blue foxtail bracelets. "Who says you aren't'? Ron questioned.

Kim fixed him with a confused look, prompting him to continue. "You look great, Kim. That outfit just brings out the Kim Factor in you, and I love it! So, just pretend that you're wearing it for me, okay?

The redhead nodded, blushing, and leaned in. Ron smiled and moved to return the kiss…

"Hey Stoppable! Why don't you go home and let me treat Kim to a real date!" The couple spun to see Kimo leaning on the hood of her black Lexus, a mocking look on her features. Ron made to move and shut her up, but Kim put a hand to his chest and shook her head.

"Stick to the plan Ron." She gave a quick peck to his cheek and walked the driveway to stand just in front of her self-proclaimed Phantom Lover.

Kim noted that tonight Kimo's clothes, were elegant, yet urban. The woman was dressed in a dark red tuxedo jacket with a black shirt underneath. Her pants were a denim material of the same shade. The sneakers were black. Her dreads were tied back with a ponytail with a few short ones framing her face to draw attention to the red mask that covered the top half, leaving the bottom to expose the smile. Kimo strutted to Kim and caressed her cheek. "Ready to go, sweet thing?"

Kim ignored the slight blush that graced her face. She didn't answer but instead nodded. Kimo stepped to the Lexus and opened the passenger seat. "Quite the gentlewoman, aren't you?" Kim quipped.

"You know it." Once Kim slipped into the car, Kimo closed the door and regarded Ron with narrowed eyes. Not that he could actually see them, but still, the feeling behind the gesture was there all the same "I'll take it from here. Why don't you do all three of us a favor and get to steppin'?"

Ron's face flared in rage. The audacity! Her opened his mouth to give Kimo a piece of his mind, but to add injury to insult, Kimo merely turned her back on him and sauntered to the driver's side. She gave one last look of contempt to him and then she stepped in and revved the car.

As the Lexus pulled out of the driveway, Ron caught one last glimpse of Kim through the glass. She mouthed the words "Stick to the plan" and then the car went rolling on into the night.

Ron jingled the keys to the Sloth in his pocket. As he raced for the Possible garage, Ron vowed that this would be the last time Kimo came between himself and Kim.

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"I heard what you said to Ron." Kim's voice was tight, angry. "Do you honestly think you can win me over by putting him down like that?"

Kimo glanced over at Kim form the corner of her masked eyes. "No. I expect to win you over by showing how much I care. Besides, Ron was in the way."

Kim snorted. "If this is how you show you care, then you're off to a terrible start. Why are you doing this? You know that I could never dump Ron, especially for another woman. By doing all of this, you've just dug yourself into a hole." Kim observed Kimo out of the corner of her eye. Hopefully I can shake her up, keep her guard down. Keep her from seeing Ron.

Instead of responding to the bait, Kimo said, "It'll be worth it. At least, I think so if you and Ron don't."

"Ron already hates you. I'm almost there myself. If we both can't stand the sight of you, will it be worth it then?"

Kimo was silent. It aggravated Kim. Not just because she had no answer, but because the woman's face was a mystery. She couldn't read Kimo, couldn't gauge her. At least… not with this runaround talk anyway…

Kim unbuckled her seat belt and inhaled…

Without warning Kimo felt the full weight of Kim slam into her side. The breath knocked out of her, she instinctively moved to cover her sides, leaving the wheel unattended. The Lexus swerved dangerously in-between the lanes, missing cars by fractions of an inch.

Kim nimbly moved from her seat into Kimo's lap and grabbed tightly onto the steering wheel as the ones underfoot lost traction. Wrestling with the controls, the car went into a tailspin.

Kim braked hard. Kimo gasped. Sparks flew. Glass shattered. Horns honked, liked panicked vultures in the night.

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Ron was scared, nauseous. He'd been following behind in the Sloth as the Lexus was driven to the club located in Downtown Middleton. He saw with eyes wide as dinner plates as the Lexus began to swerve and dip in between cars, then careen into a light pole on the side of the road.

Oh god, oh god, oh GOD!!! Kim, please be okay! Without fully braking, Ron leapt from the Sloth and sprinted to the car, heart pounding. The damage became more apparent as he drew nearer.

All the windows were shattered, the edges glittering like diamonds under the light. The rest blanketed the ground in large shards. Ron scanned further and saw that the left side and a part of the back of the car was smashed, crumpled against a light pole. It looked as if someone had taken a tube and suctioned out part of the damn thing.

KP please be okay! I don't know what I'd do if you…

A cough. Loud thumps from the car. Metal screeching. Loud, repeating.

Like some strange, metallic heartbeat, the door of the car throbbed as force was applied. Again and again, the pounding ensued, until finally, the door fell from the frame of the car and out stepped…

Ron growled fiercely. KIMO!

The woman stepped gingerly from the Lexus, swaying to and fro. Her clothes were torn, she had some cuts, her mask was chipped, she was bleeding from the mouth, but overall she was alright. Ron was planning on changing that.

His eyes never leaving that harpy for a second, Ron sprinted at her and watched as she reached back into the car, and withdrew Kim's cut bleeding body. She wasn't moving in the slightest.

Pain and anger tore through Ron and he doubled his efforts to reach them, praying for Kim's life, praying to get the chance to throttle Kimo.

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Nonononono! Noooo! Kim, baby! Please, open your eyes! Oh GOD Kim please! Kimo repeated the words, over and over both in her mind and with her mouth, but to no avail. Kim remained limp, eyes closed, bleeding.

Lifeless.

As the horrible revelation sank in, the pain began. Kimo's head pounded, her legs became like lead, her heart constricted and shattered.

Kimo howled. A horrible, spirit rending sound, it tore from Kimo's lips, over the horns, over the screams, into the night.

Through the haze of grief and heartbreak, the pounding of footsteps echoed in Kimo's ears. She turned to see an enraged Ron with tears in his eyes. "What did you DO?! Kim's dead! She's dead and it's all your fault!" Ron tore the generator from his pack and threw it to the ground. The pearl in the center in the center glowed a blinding blue and the light spread, encompassing the cars, the injured, everything in that stretch of carnage for the next five yards outwards.

Ron half shrieked, half sobbed, "I won't forgive you! I'll make you pay!" He assumed an angry Monkey Stance. "Get away from her and fight me!"

Like a statue, Kimo stood motionless. She couldn't believe her ears. Kim was dead and he wanted to fight?! But these weren't thought in anger, only grief. Fighting would prove nothing. Only give her a pain that was miniscule to the heartbreak that plagued her soul.

Kim was dead. There was no other way to put it. No way to make it right. The worst part was, it was all her-

A bloodied cough. "Kimo… Ron…"

Both Kimo and Ron's hearts leapt at the sound. They watched, awestruck as they saw Kim. Reaching up weakly, she pled, "Don't… fight…" Ron twitched, grateful that his girlfriend was alive, but still eager to battle. That bloodied fashion freak in front of him caused this mess! But despite that, Kim wishes mattered more. Though he wanted to tear into Kimo, he held himself in place.

That was all the chance Kimo needed. She clutched Kim tighter to her toned body and ran for the barrier. Ron gave chase ; the barrier was only yards away but, even if Kimo was faster than him, she'd never pierce the barrier, but Kim would most likely slide through and get more injured… he had to stop-

Kimo ran through the barrier, along with Kim. Ron mouth agape, pushed ahead. How did she…?! Doesn't matter! I've gotta catch up before-

Ron saw stars, literally and figuratively. Laying on his back with a bloodied, broken nose, he struggled to his knees just fast enough to watch as Kimo ran into the night with Kim in her arms, leaving him to yell and beat at the barrier in pained despair.

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After running for at least half a hour, Kimo came to a park and slowed. Kim had regained most of her senses , for which Kimo was glad. She lay Kim on a bench and inspected her wounds. Now Kimo was no doctor, but she knew enough high school level first aid to realize that Kim's wounds were minor. Just a few gashes here and there. She flopped onto the bench and sighed in relief. "Are you okay, sweet thing?"

Kim turned and backhanded her. The force of the blow was enough to whip Kimo's head away from Kim. The dar-skinned woman blinked and turned to gaze at Kim. The girl was breathing raggedly, tears in her eyes, her hand still a ways out from the slap.

She opened her mouth and screamed, "NO, I'm NOT alright! How could you even ask that Monique?!" Kimo stiffened, but said nothing. Tense moments passed until Kimo finally inhaled deeply and sighed, "How long have you known?"

"Since this afternoon." Kim plopped angrily onto the bench and spat a wad of bloody saliva onto the ground. "I feel so stupid for not figuring it out earlier. The hair. Heh. The clothes. Even the Monique speak. Everything just screamed you." Kim turned to Kimo, anger flashing in her green eyes. "It took me this long to figure it out, but with the way you acted earlier, it was clear. But what I don't understand is why."

"I already told you girl. I love y-" Kim slapped her again. This time the mask flew off and clattered to the ground, shattering. Kim grabbed the unmasked Monique by the tie of her tux and pulled her face close to her own.

"Don't say that," she growled. "How could you possibly say that after everything you've done?! You've antagonized me, stalked me, broken into my home, hurt Ron, and got us into a car accident that hurt all those people, and you say that you did it because you love me?! Bull!"

Kimo's eyes narrowed at that. She stood up and towered over Kim with what little height advantage she had and proclaimed, "First of all, that accident was your fault! You're the one that tackled me in the middle of the road and started driving crazy! Everything that happened was your fault! Second, what else was I supposed to do?!"

Kim sputtered, "You could have told me! You could have just came to me and told me what you felt!"

"Oh what, like I was just supposed to walk up to you and tell you how I felt?! You'd have shot me down on the spot! I couldn't do that! I couldn't handle just taking a letdown without trying to show you how I felt!" Monique was seething now, hand curled into fists at her sides. "Besides, it not like you've been putting up a resistance or anything!"

Kim was taken aback. "That's a lie," she shouted. "I never wanted this! I didn't want any of this!"

"Then why'd you wear the bracelet?" Monique shot back. "Why did you let me go at the field earlier? How come you didn't beat me down when I put Ron to the dirt?! I'll tell you why!" She charged forward and wrapped her arms about Kim's waist. The teen heroine struggled, but Monique held firm. She leaned into Kim's ear and hissed, "You wanted this. You wanted me."

" That's a lie!" Kim beat Monique's chest and shoulders, each strike weaker than the last. "That's a lie," she sobbed. But she knew it to be true. She'd felt the tingle and warmth each time she'd kissed Monique. She remembered how her eyes had entranced her. She was attracted to Monique… wanted her…

Tears streamed down Kim's face, her eyes bright with fear and longing. She grasped Monique's shoulders weakly. "You can't do this Monique. We can't do this. It can't last. We can't…"

"Maybe not," Monique admitted sadly. "But…I want to try. I want to be the source of your happiness, even if it's just a little bit. But only if you want me to." Monique placed her hand under Kim's chin and tilted her head up. She leaned down and pressed her lips to Kim's trembling ones.

It was soft at first, but deepened. Full of deep seated longing and bits of fear and apprehension. Tears were sprinkled in the kiss, giving a bitter, salty edge.

Finally, the two broke apart. Kim trembled, tears streaking her face as well as Monique's.

"Tell me what you want girl…" Monique breathed.

"I…"

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The next day was a swath of mayhem at school. Kids bombarded Kim with tons of questions about the crashes last night, but she always answered the same. "An accident, simple as that. Ron got me out of it though. Satisfied, the masses broke apart and let her be.

Her parents and Ron were a different matter altogether. They fussed and fretted over her almost to the point where she couldn't stand it, bombarding her with questions. What happened? Are you hurt? Like with the others, she told them what they needed to hear, and at times, what she wanted them to hear. She told her parents of the accident, but not the cause. She told of how Ron saved her. They were satisfied, though still concerned.

Ron questioned why she didn't tell of Kimo, and how she'd gotten away. Kim merely said that her parents didn't need to be burdened with that information. As for Kimo, she took care of her. Ron accepted it readily. For him all was right again; Kim was healed, they were together, and best of all Kimo was gone.

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At the end of the school day Ron strutted up to Kim and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Hey Kim. Ready for an afternoon at Bueno Nacho? My treat."

Kim shook her head, red hair swaying. "Sorry Ron. Can't. I've already got something lined up. How about tomorrow?"

"Hey it's cool KP. I'll catch you later!" With that, he gave a wave and power walked to the nearest exit. He had a hot date to catch and her name was Naco.

Kim watched him go with a slightly guilty look on her face. She sighed. "You can come out now Mo'."

Monique slid around the corner, dressed fashionably in a red jacket, black pants combo. She had a surprised, amused expression on her face. "Wow girl, you're getting better at lying. Think you're up for a lie detector test?"

The redhead fidgeted. "It wasn't a lie. I told him I had something lined up and I do."

"Mm-hmmm. Face it. You're a bonafide liar girl." Monique ducked as Kim swung for her head playfully. "Hold up! Peace offering!" She held up a Club Banana bag as a shield. Kim, still a little miffed, took the bag and removed it contents. Her eyes widened in surprise and slight disbelief. "Monique," she breathed.

What Kim now held in her hands was the jacket she had pined over for so long. It had a high collar with artistic studs in the wrists. Almost squealing with joy, Kim slipped into it immediately and was delighted to find that it was a perfect fit! "Oh Monique, it's beautiful, I- wait! Did you buy this as a gift for me or as a way to spite Ron?"

"Uh, a little of both? Ow!" This time Kim managed to make a hit, though it was light. She instantly hugged Monique afterwards. Monique returned the embrace, breathing the scent of Kim deeply.

"Mo'? How long can this last?"

"As long as it can baby."

"Are you satisfied being with me like this. I mean, hiding you away like some mistress I'm ashamed of?" Though her body and heart responded well, Kim still had doubts as to whether or not this could actually work.

Monique nodded. "For now. And besides…" Her face lighted with a grin. "I'm not a mistress. I'm your Phantom Lover!"

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Well, there you have it! My first, multi-chapter KP fiction is finally complete! I'd like to thank all the people who reviewed and supported me through theses last almost two years. I'd also like to apologize for the long delay.

Now! I've got a hankering for another KP fiction, but not right this instant. I want to do a Sonic fic first, then take a break. It's going to be a crossover with a book series, and YOU get to decide which book it is! The poll will be up in my profile.

Thank you again, and please review!