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A Bond of Honor
Chapter 9 – Decisions
By JuPMod (aka JPMod)
Normal. That was a word not typically associated with the Possibles: Two doctorate-degree parents with three intelligent children – one world-saving teenage daughter and two twin mechanical-engineering sons. Every day it seemed something almost new would come up to make life interesting.
As for now, the Doctors Possible were on the couch in the den, she was reading a book and he his paper, while Jim and Tim were sitting on the floor watching TV. Despite being past 7 PM, no one worried much about Kim, given they all knew she had a lifestyle that at times would make her stay up late past midnight, especially her missions.
It came as a relief to James and Anne to hear the front door opening and the voice of their daughter following. "Well, least Ed will be locked up for a while, until he busts out of jail again."
They were not surprised to hear the male tone of their daughter's long time best friend next. "It makes me wonder, KP, why our arch-foes keep breaking out? I mean, it looks like they have a free 'Get out jail' card most of the time."
The voice after that however was unfamiliar to them. "I agree with Ron-kun, Possible-san. If these villains could easily be free from prison, maybe they should be locked up in the tightest facility to keep them confined." Judging from the tone and the accent, it was not hard to tell that the voice belonged to a girl, definitely Japanese.
"Yori," Kim was heard, sighing, "I have no clue any more than you and Ron. Some of our foes are clever, so it might not be much of a surprise if any of them can break out of jail."
Anne Possible raised an eyebrow. "Yori? Is this Ronald's girlfriend Kimmie told me about?" she mentally said. "Kimmie?" the matriarch called out.
"Mom?" came the reply. A few seconds later, Kim entered the den with Ron and an unfamiliar Japanese teenage girl.
Upon seeing the mission uniforms on all three teens, Mrs. Possible grinned. "Another mission, Kimmie?"
"Yeah," Kim smirked. "We busted Motor Ed and his gang and retrieved a rocket engine he stole. Rufus was the big hero, for he removed the spark plugs from Ed's monster truck to prevent him from escaping."
"A big Booyah to the Rufman!" Ron smiled.
"Yeah!" a proud Rufus raised a fist from Ron's pants pocket. Yori and Kim chuckled at his enthusiasm.
Blue eyes settling on the newcomer, Anne kindly smiled. "Who's your new friend?"
Kim faced her best friend's girlfriend. "Right," she politely grinned. "Mom, Dad, this is Yori Takana," she gestured to the girl. "She moved to Middleton last week from Japan." Her hand moved to indicate her parents on the couch. "Yori, these are my 'rents, Doctor James Possible and Doctor Anne Possible."
Yori placed her hands together and bowed in the Japanese greeting. "It's an honor to meet you, Doctors Possible," she grinned.
Anne smiled kindly, while her husband just kindly grinned. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Yori," she replied. Only then did Yori straighten up again.
Before anyone could say or do anything, two brown-haired boys were standing in front of the teens, looking up Yori.
"You're from Japan? Cool!" exclaimed Jim.
"Are you a ninja then?" asked Tim.
Kim slightly growled in embarassment. "Tweebs!"
Softly chuckling, Yori appeared quite amused. "'Tweebs', Possible-san? They do have names, like everyone else, correct?"
Snorting, Kim gave a wry grin. "'Tweebs' is short for 'twin dweebs', Yori." Seeing her confusion, the redhead waved it away. "Never mind. I'll explain later." Her hand indicated her brothers. "These two are my twin younger brothers. Jim," she pointed to the brother with a green shirt, "and Tim," she pointed to the other brother with a red shirt.
Smiling, Yori bowed her head at the twins. "It's an honor to meet you. As for your question, I know martial arts, hai." And that was far as she would tell Kim's brothers. She knew their question whether she was a ninja was more out of silly notions from movies than actual knowledge that she could be a ninja, which was true.
"Cool!" the brothers called out together. "Are you going to fight Kim?"
"Say what?" both Kim and Ron spoke in shock yet with different expressions. Kim was in disbelief with narrowed eyes. Ron was perturbed on the idea of his best friend and girlfriend fighting each other.
Yori was also alarmed, so she gave a small disapproving grin. "I don't think your sister and I will fight each other. Maybe workout in duels, but not fight." Kim blinked on the concept of dueling the ninja, for she knew dueling was different than fighting.
"Boys," Mrs. Possible gently scolded as she stood up and approached. "Go back to watching your show."
"Fine," Jim and Tim groused as they returned to the TV set.
The elder redhead shook her head at her sons before turning to Yori. "I apologize. It's not everyday they meet someone from Japan who knows martial arts."
Shaking her head with a grin, Yori raised a hand. "I was not offended, Possible-sensei. I understand they were curious." Anne kindly grinned in return.
"Hold it!" Kim blinked. "Did you just call my mom 'sensei'?"
"Kimmie," Anne started to explain, "the Japanese word is an honorary title. Alone, the word is a title mostly for teachers. Yet as an honorary title to place after a person's name, it is also used to show respect for those who are doctors as well."
Yori was impressed, while Kim and Ron were surprised at the elder woman's accuracy.
"You know Japanese, Mom?" Kim asked, still astounded.
Anne gave a tiny smirk. "A few words at most, Kimmie. I learned the use of Japanese honoraries from your father's college friend."
Kim remembered the Japanese-American astronomer from the first incident involving Drakken's Bebe robots. "But he's American born."
"True," Mr. Possible spoke out from the couch, "yet his family is steeped in Japanese traditions. He did have a habit of using either the 'sama' or 'sensei' honorary when addressing any of our professors when we were in college."
Eying her daughter, Mrs. Possible gestured toward the kitchen. "If you and Ronald have not eaten dinner yet, there are still some leftovers in the kitchen."
Ron grinned. "Thanks, Mrs. Dr. P. Rufus and I are ready to chow down, since we haven't eaten since lunch."
"Uh-huh!" Rufus agreed, bobbing his head.
Sighing, the blond boy gave a sad grin as he faced Yori. "So much for catching a movie tonight as we planned, Yori."
"It is okay, Ron-kun," Yori matched his look as she placed a hand on his arm. "We will able to see it another time."
Anne was not taken aback upon hearing the honorary used; since she was aware Yori was Ron's girlfriend. However, her husband was. "Kun? Young lady, I understand the 'kun' honorary is used primarily toward males of close relations." His eyes eyed both Yori and Ron. "You two are certainly not related, right?" His eyebrow rose.
Giving a small nervous chuckle, Ron rubbed the back of his neck. He knew he shouldn't be uneasy around the Possibles about this, but Mr. & Mrs. P had become sort-of like secondary parents to him, having grown up with them as much as with his own 'rents. "Well, Mr. Dr. P, Yori and I are dating each other since she moved to Middleton last week."
Again, no surprise registered with Mrs. Possible, yet Mr. Possible's eyes went wide as well as the Tweebs'.
"Whoa!" both brothers exclaimed. "You two are dating each other?"
"Hai," Yori smiled warmly, "that we are." Her head turned to look into her suitor's adoring eyes, making her heart melt.
Mr. Possible frowned. "Are you two rushing things? You only met last week."
"Actually, Mr. Dr. P," Ron amended with a small grin, "we met before in Japan, when I attended Yori's school for a week or so during the exchange program last year."
The Possible patriarch's frown didn't waver. "Still, two weeks doesn't seem enough to get into a serious relationship."
"James," Anne kindly chided with a sly grin as she turned her head toward him. "If Ronald and Yori want to date each other, there are no rules that say they have to wait a period of time before getting into a relationship." She raised an eyebrow. "Or have you forgotten how long it took us to get into a relationship after first meeting each other?"
Feeling his cheeks start to burn, James noticed three teenagers, two pre-teens, and one mole rat were all looking at him curiously. "Well, we were college students then. We were more mature."
"Oh, we were mature all right, dear," teased Anne. "Mature enough to start making out in the back seat of your car one week after first meeting each other."
Four sets of reactions immediately followed that piece of news.
"TMI, Mom! TMI!" Kim shrieked in horror upon the mental image.
"Ewwwwww!" Jim and Tim said in unison as they scrunched their faces.
Ron and Rufus simply stood there speechless. He knew the Doctor Ps loved each other, but he never knew they were that passionate.
Yori was the only one not in shock, for her hand covered her mouth in her attempt not to laugh out loud, releasing soft giggling instead.
James Possible, unable to hide his growing embarrassment, hid his flushed face behind his paper.
Smirking in victory, Anne's blue eyes focused on the Japanese girl. "You can stay for dinner as well, Yori. There's enough leftovers for three people."
Yori shook her head and politely grinned. "I do not want to burden your family. Once I change back into my clothes, I'll depart for home and eat there."
The elder redhead placed a hand on Yori's arm. "No burden, Yori," she grinned. "You're a guest, so we don't mind. If you still insist on leaving, we'll not stop you."
Turning to look briefly at her blond boyfriend, who grinned and nodded at her, Yori returned to Mrs. Possible. "It'll be my honor to stay for dinner."
"I'll set the table for three then," Anne grinned before her lips formed a curious frown. "Um, Yori? Do you mind eating meat? I know Japanese mostly eat fish and not meat in their diets."
"I don't mind, Possible-sensei," Yori answered with a reassuring expression. "I can take some meat in my diet."
Sighing in relief, Mrs. Possible gestured toward the stairs. "Good, for I have some of my meatloaf prepared for tonight. Now you three go change, and I'll have dinner ready for you by the time you come back down."
All three teens moved toward the stairs to head up to Kim's loft bedroom. Kim especially moved pretty quickly to escape her 'rents and the mental image her mother gave her. Ron trailed behind his best friend, followed by Yori, who was still grinning in mirth.
Turning to head to the kitchen, Mrs. Possible heard her dear husband mumble behind his paper. "I still think those two kids are moving too fast."
"James," Anne sighed, "that might be true, but I could tell how much Yori adores Ron." Her head turned enough to see her man eying her over the paper. "It's in her eyes and the way she looks at him. I don't think it's any mere crush. Oh, no." She shook her head slightly. "I could tell young love when I see it."
With that, Anne left the den for the kitchen, leaving James to dwell on what his wife said.
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Reaching the loft bedroom, Kim went to sit at her desk as Ron and Yori stood before her. Letting out a breath of air, the redhead shook her head. "My 'rents are just soooo weird at times."
"Aw, come on, KP," Ron airily said with a goofy grin. "We all know our 'rents were young once, and no doubt have—"
"Don't you even say it, Ron!" Kim snarled.
Flinching, Ron held up his hands. "Okay, okay! Shutting up now."
Giggling, Yori took her clothes off the bed. "Possible-san, is the image of your parents loving each other that horrible for you?" She went behind the changing partition.
Seeing Yori was about to change her clothes, Ron immediately looked away and went to sit on the edge of Kim's bed, facing Kim and the windows.
Kim snorted and rolled her eyes. "Yes, Yori. It's that bad. I do not need such an image of my 'rents in my head." Hearing the ninja giggling some more, Team Possible's leader glared at the form behind the partition. "You're finding this funny."
"It is humorous, Possible-san," Yori admitted, grinning as she took off the mission uniform. "In Japan, we're more open when it comes to natural tendencies."
Giving a humorless smirk, Kim pointed to herself. "Well, it does not work for me, Yori." Once more her brain worked to shake off such images of her mother and father. It was just plain wrongsick to her.
Just then, her desktop computer screen blipped on to show Wade's face. "Hi, guys!"
"Hi, Wade," Kim grinned. "Are Ed and his gang settled in yet?"
Wade chuckled. "You bet. Nice cozy jail cell in the Lowerton Police Department." This made Kim and Ron smirk wickedly.
Letting the smirk slide, Kim remembered something she wanted to ask her tech guru. "Wade… How did you know about Master Mochizuki? Yori also happened to call you 'Wade-san', so do you know her other than the one time at Middleton High two weeks ago. Did you know about Yamanouchi before I asked you to search for info on Yori?"
Shrugging, Wade grinned. "Since you are aware of Yamanouchi's existence and their branches, Kim, I don't see anything wrong by telling you what I know, and no," he shook his head, "I was in the dark as you were two weeks ago."
Taking in a breath of air, the 11-year-old super genius began explaining. "Remember what I told you about Yamanouchi when you were on your way to South America?" Kim nodded. "Well, the database I found that information happened to be Yamanouchi's main database."
"Whoa!" Ron called out. "Are you saying you hacked into Yamanouchi's computers?" Blinking, he realized something. "Wait a minute! I didn't see any computers when I was there!"
Laughing, Yori chided her boyfriend as she donned her clothes. "Oh, Ron-kun. Do you think we will leave our computers out in the open for anyone to see?"
Feeling sheepish, as Kim smirked at him, Ron knew his girlfriend was right. "Okay, okay. I keep forgetting you're supposed to hide such things."
"That and more, Ron-kun," Yori added as she stepped out from behind the partition.
"Um, Yori?" Ron asked, his eyes closed.
The beautiful Japanese knew what he was asking. "I'm dressed, Ron-kun. You can open your eyes."
His brown orbs opened to look up at her, dressed in the short-sleeved shirt over black skirt she wore at school. He smiled at her, and she returned the warm gesture as she settled to sit on the bed beside him, intimately close with shoulders touching. Wade smiled at the intimate sight, while Kim almost twitched her eyes.
"Anyway," Wade continued, "yes, I did hack into Yamanouchi's main computer system. I thought I wasn't detected." His lips curled into a smirk. "I was wrong, for I was detected.
"When Yori and Sensei returned to Yamanouchi, they were informed of the intrusion, and when they found out through Global Justice who I was and who I work for, they sent someone to my home to inform me that they were aware I hacked into their systems. That person was Master Mochizuki.
"Through computer vid-conference, which included all the other branches' masters and Yori and Sensei representing Yamanouchi, we worked something out." Wade's smile broadened. "Matter of fact, they hired me."
Kim and Ron's eyebrows shot up on this. "They hired you?" Kim asked, bewildered.
"Hai," Yori chimed in. "Since Wade-san was able to break into our systems, we all figured he's the best person to secure our systems."
The boy genius took a sip from his soda cup. "After I signed a contract, I beefed up their firewalls on all their computers worldwide with better encryption codes, made their network, which connects all branches, more efficient, and did other things to make their systems run better." Wade's lips gave a sheepish grin. "The contract also has a binding clause that I am to keep Yamanouchi's existence a secret, erase all related data from my computer database, and not speak about this to anyone, unless the people already knew about Yamanouchi's secret."
"Question," Ron spoke. "What happens if you break your promise?" Kim was curious as well.
Wade gave a half-grin/half-frown. "The FBI and CIA will arrest me on major charges of hacking into government systems and being a threat to national security. They already showed me evidence that could put me in jail for the rest of my life, if I would be tried as an adult, which they would do."
Kim was shocked. "That's horrible!" Images of Wade, in an orange jail jumpsuit, floated in her mind.
"Relax, Kim," Wade grinned. "I have no intentions of breaking the clause of the contract, even without the threat of going to jail over my head. After Sensei and Yori explained to me everything about Yamanouchi and its purpose, I have every intention to help them."
The redhead teen turned to face the other girl. "I guess that's when you started calling him 'Wade-san.'"
Yori nodded an affirmative. "Hai. He insisted we call him by his first name instead of his last name."
"So that's how I knew about Master Mochizuki and everything, Kim," Wade finished his tale before taking another sip of his soda.
What Wade asked next caught everyone by surprise. "So, is Yori part of the team now?"
"Come again?" Kim blinked at her young friend.
The young super genius shrugged. "To tell the truth, Kim, you and Ron could use an extra hand on the missions. Yori proved she is capable."
"True," the redhead admitted as she eyed the Japanese skeptically. "However, you're busy with your training, Yori."
"Hai," Yori concurred with a tiny grin, "yet such missions would be considered excellent challenges for any advance student to use his or her skills for the betterment of good. Besides," her lips curled up lopsided a bit, "I found it amazing you and Ron-kun have the time to do your missions when you have school five days a week and no doubt much school work and studying."
"She's got a point there, KP," Ron agreed. "She does have more time on her hands than we do. Also there were a few close calls over the years."
Frowning, Kim couldn't see any valid reasons not to have Yori on the team. Not only was she a highly trained ninja but also could handle things alone when needed as well as work together in a team. Much like her and Ron, she was selfless when it came to asking anything in return for her deeds, believing highly in doing good for others without payment. Also there was the plus that her connections with the Yamanouchi worldwide network could come in handy.
However, Kim's feelings were screaming not to have the beautiful girl on her team. Of course, at the same time, her rational side was saying that her negative feelings were unreasonable, once more reminding her of the Gorilla Fist mission, as Wade dubbed it, where she jumped to unreasonable conclusions about Yori just based on her feelings.
Team Possible's leader decided to chance it. "Okay, Yori is welcome to become part of our team." Wade, Ron, and even Rufus grinned, while Yori placed her hands together and bowed briefly toward Kim. "This means, Yori, that you have to have spare sets of your mission uniform at school, Ron's house, and even here," she pointed down to indicate her home.
Yori nodded. "I have several spares of my shinobi shokuzu (ninja uniform) at home. It will be not hard to do as you said, Possible-san."
Kim shook her head and frowned. "I don't think it would be good for you to wear your ninja uniform on our missions, Yori."
This made Ron and Wade raised their eyebrows, while Yori blinked. "Why do believe that, Possible-san?"
"Because," Kim gestured to her new teammate, "nobody should know you are a ninja. If the secret of Yamanouchi's existence is to be kept, no one should even suspect you are a ninja. Wearing your ninja uniform will make people wonder. If you wear a uniform other than your ninja garb, people will only think of you as another martial artist. On our missions, you will be meeting many people, especially in public."
Closing her eyes, Yori bobbed her head a few times. "You're correct, Possible-san. I have forgotten that this is one of the reasons why students are sent to live in any of the Yamanouchi branches - To blend in society. If I am to blend in when helping on your missions, I have to wear something other than my shinobi shokuzu." Her dark eyes opened as she gave a sigh. "However, I have to say that I am uncomfortable wearing your uniforms."
This time it was Kim's turn to blink, while Ron was confused. "Why?" the blond boy asked. "You fought okay today."
"It's not that, Ron-kun," Yori admitted, seeing his point. "It's just unfamiliar to me. Your mission pants are just too…" She frowned. "Loose."
"She's right, Ron," Kim said, finally seeing what Yori was getting at. "You and I are used to fighting with cargo pants, so we don't even think about it. Yori is used to the tight ninja garb so wearing cargo pants would be unfamiliar to her and a possible distraction."
"Precisely, Possible-san," said Yori, her face serious. "So if I can not wear my shinobi shokuzu, I will have to make a new uniform." Her face showed she was giving it some thought. "Tell me. Where did you make your uniforms?"
Kim chuckled. "They're off the rack from Club Banana."
A grin widely spread across the Japanese girl's face. "Perfect. I will ask Monique-san for her advice in aiding me to make my new uniform."
Getting up from the chair, Kim headed toward her closet. "Then that settles things." The redhead teen took out her favorite green tank top and blue khakis. "I'll change and then you'll change, Ron. Dinner should be ready by now, so we better not keep my mom waiting." Taking her clothes, she slipped behind the partition, making Ron turn his head away to face the windows.
It was then that Ron began rubbing the back of his neck. "Um… Yori? KP?"
"Yeah, Ron?" Kim responded normally, not seeing her best friend's face.
Yori, however, could tell something was worrying her boyfriend. "Ron-kun, what is wrong?"
Her worried voice alerted Kim. "Ron?" she asked, this time with concern, pausing in changing her clothes.
"Wellllll," Ron began dropping the hand from his neck, "I realized today that I almost became squash Rondo, and if it weren't for Yori," he grinned a bit at his girlfriend, "I would have become a pancake." His grin faded. "I was just not fast enough to avoid being captured, and if I had either of you gals' skills, I would have taken those baddies off myself."
The Japanese ninja placed a comforting hand on his arm. "Ron-kun… It was not your fault for what has happened."
"She's right, Ron," Kim called out from behind the partition. "Don't feel guilty about it. It has happened before, and everything came out okay. No big."
Ron shook his head in denial. "No, KP. This is big. I was lucky, and my skills are not just up to speed to stop the bad guys. I want to help, and sometimes I'm just in the way."
Sighing, Yori realized Ron was deeply concerned about his abilities. "You did wonderfully at Yamanouchi. You helped defeat Monkey Fist, remember?"
Kim placed on her green tank top. "Not to mention the few times you saved my life, Ron. If it weren't for you going to the Amazon to find that flower, I would have disappeared forever."
"Yeah," Rufus agreed as he stood on his owner's shoulder.
Giving a feeble grin, Ron sighed. "Thanks. I know I've done good, just I want to do better."
Confused, Yori took his hands in hers and looked into those chocolate eyes. "What are you saying, Ron-kun? Please… tell us."
Squeezing those soft hands of hers, Ron sighed again before taking the plunge. "I think I'll accept Sensei's offer." Yori gave a small gasp, while Kim's eyes went wide.
"Ron-kun…" the Japanese ninja softly spoke with an uncertain voice. "Are you sure? You should not be making the decision out of guilt. The training will not be easy as you gradually work your way up. You have to be certain this is what you want, and not just for the sake of helping others."
"Yori's right, Ron," Kim softy said, as she placed on her khakis and her slipper shoes before stepping out to stand besides the front of the bed, looking down at him and Yori. "Are you certain this is what you want?"
Looking up into those green eyes before returning to look into dark ones, Ron felt a tug in his heart. He had always been there for Kim, covering her back, and now with Yori in his life and a member of the team now, he knew he would be covering her back as well. What good was covering their backs if he couldn't defend himself? He knew the Ron Factor alone was not enough, and it was time for the Ronman to get new skills, not just for himself but also to help these two ladies – his best friend and his girlfriend. It was a certainty.
"Yes," Ron answered with firmness in his voice, and seeing his eyes, Yori knew he was quite sure.
Lips slowly curving upward into a grin and eyes full of pride, Yori nodded. "I'll inform Master Mochizuki of your decision," she mentioned softly. "Go change now."
With a grin for both girls, Ron stood up, picked up his clothes from the bed, and went behind the partition but not before Rufus jumped off onto the bed.
Wade gave a low whistle as Yori reached for her purse to retrieve her cell phone. "You're going to get quite a workout, Ron," the African-American boy acknowledged. "Good luck."
"Thanks, Wade buddy," Ron grinned from behind the partition just as Yori pressed a speed-setting button to call Master Mochizuki.
"I'll be signing off now," Wade smiled to Kim as Yori conversed on her phone in Japanese.
Kim gave a grateful smile to her friend in return. "Thanks again, Wade. As always, you rock."
"Wade out," he finished with a thumb up before the screen blipped off.
A few minutes later, Ron emerged in his usual red jersey/baggy cargo pants outfit just as Yori finished her phone call. She turned to face her teammates as she put away the phone into her purse.
"Ron-kun, Master Mochizuki says that now that you have accepted the offer, he wants you to come by tomorrow so he could evaluate your skills. From there, he will able to formulate a training program to suit you."
Ron gave a goofy grin and shrug. "Well, given I was planning to be there tomorrow, it's not like it will be any difference, except we might not have any time to ourselves."
Yori's dark orbs twinkled as she smirked. "We will tomorrow, Ron-kun." Ron blinked at this, making her giggle. Then she focused on her other teammate. "Possible-san, Master Mochizuki also wants you to participate."
Both Kim and Ron were flabbergasted. "Um, hello! I thought it was just Ron! The offer was to train him, not me."
"True, Possible-san," Yori agreed, "but now that Master Mochizuki is aware that I'm now a member of your team, he thinks it would be best we train together – to see how we can work together as a team and combine our talents and strengths to be greater as whole than the sum of our parts. Besides, he mentioned you are welcome to help train Ron-kun, if you wish too."
"Help train, Ron?" Kim was even more confused. "Why? He's going to be learning ninjitsu, not any of the 16 kung-fu styles that I know."
Yori shook her head. "I didn't imply that Ron-kun will be able to learn all 16 of your fighting styles, but a few combined with ninjitsu and Tai Shing Pek Kwar will help him greatly." She raised an eyebrow. "You do not want help him?"
"Of course, I do!" Kim nearly shouted out, feeling like the Japanese girl had challenged her pride when it came to her friendship with Ron. "I want him to do better. Just I didn't ever force him to accept me training him. It was up to him whether he wanted to learn anything."
Giving a praising grin, Team Possible's newest member stood up. "Then it's settled. Master Mochizuki asks both of you to be at the estate at 1 PM."
Ron broadly and smugly grinned. "Well, ladies, the Ronman looks forward to having some fun tomorrow."
Kim and Yori eyed each other, and slowly both ladies smirked before eying the blond boy.
"Ron," Kim teased, "when Master Mochizuki, Yori, and I are through with you, you're going to wish you hadn't taken that offer." Ron's smug grin dropped. Satisfied she wiped that superior expression off his face, the redhead teenager walked down the loft stairs to head toward the kitchen.
"Possible-san is correct," Yori grinned wickedly. "You will face the greatest challenge we will throw at you when you achieve certain skill levels."
"Aw, man!" Ron whined. "I thought you will go easy on me!"
Walking up to her boyfriend, Yori leaned close, almost nose-to-nose. "Think of the awards you will get if you succeed," she purred. This started his mind to turn its gears. "Like being able to continue to teach me more 'first base' techniques." To drive her point home, the beautiful Japanese locked her lips to his for a brief, yet quite warm kiss.
Seeing his expression was one that told her he had gotten the message, Yori turned to head down the loft stairs. "Come now. Dinner awaits us."
Half-closed brown eyes followed that shapely bod of his GF as she descended the stairs out of sight, his lips still smirking at the thoughts of more 'first base' training sessions. His brain couldn't help but think of kissing those lips, her skin, and…
A small fisted hand rapped his head, breaking him out of his love-induced trance. His head turn to see his pink, mole rat friend glaring at him as the little guy stood on his shoulder. Rufus pointed to his stomach. "Feed me!"
Chuckling, Ron held up both hands. "Got'cha, buddy. We're on our way to dig on Mrs. Dr. P's badical meatloaf." He began to walk down the stairs as he shook his head. "You remind me at times of that plant from that movie. He kept saying the same thing."
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TBC (End of Chapter 9)
