SuperRon
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Chapter Ten: Kiwi Strawberry and Fire
Middleton – 7 March
"I loved you!" Ron Stoppable turned to face the voice only to see a figure, obviously female, silhouetted in the shadows.
"I would have done anything for you!" Ron turned around to see a different woman silhouetted in the never ending shadows around him.
"But you betrayed me!" Ron turned to see a third figure standing next to the first, both still in the shadows.
"Why Ron why!" The three figures chanted at once.
"What did I do?" Ron finally gained the ability to speak, "Who are you?"
"You know who they are Ronald Stoppable." Ron turned to see Sensei standing in the light having appeared from nowhere.
"Sensei," Ron walked up to the old man having suddenly gained the ability to move, "What are you doing here, and where is here for that matter?"
"I am not Sensei," Sensei said, "nor is this 'here' by any stretch of the imagination. If it will suffice we are inside your head."
"Okay," Ron scratched his head, "I know I'm not the smartest person but I always thought my head would be a bit more cheery than this, you know full of Ronshine and all that happy stuff."
"This," Sensei waved his hand to encompass the darkness surrounding the light, "represents what was, what is, and what might be. You are certain of where you are, you can see it in the light, but you are uncertain of what might be and because of that you are uncertain about what you have done in the past. And because of that they are to you shrouded in the shadows of doubt."
Ron pointed at the Sensei look-alike, "Alright, how can you not be Sensei, that sounded just like him and I know he can get inside my head like this."
Sensei sighed, "I appear as Sensei because what I represent you most associate with him and to make it easier on you I manifest as that. The Mystical Monkey Power you possess though second to your new powers has not left you, and in times of need the wisdom of those who possessed it before you can aid you in choosing your path."
"Um that sounds nice," Ron said, "but I don't think I need any help choosing any paths."
"Stoppable-san," Sensei looked off into the darkness he had called the future, "your parents told you many tales when you were younger, please tell me the tale of the dog with two bones."
"Sure," Ron didn't bother to keep the skeptical tone out of his voice, "A dog has a bone, and he gets thirsty, he goes to get some water in the river, sees his reflection, tries to get that bone and ends up loosing the bone he already had."
"Simplistic but accurate," Ron looked back to where Sensei had stood to see Master Lunch Lady standing there, "A man cannot have two dreams in conflict with one another, and if he does and he tries to pursue both he will lose both."
"And let me guess," Ron pointed to her, "You represent some ferocious hunger."
"No," the old lady shook her head, "I represent what is unattainable to you, you strive to maintain your happy past in the face of the ever changing future, you must choose to enter the future with your past or to reach out to new choices before you."
"That makes absolutely no sense, the past is where I've been and all that and I can't just ditch that."
"Stoppable," Ron turned to see Mr. Barkin standing there, "the ideal man is big and or strong, and though you are weak and scrawny you are still a man. And every man needs something to fight for, just one thing, you can't have two and that's what you're trying to do."
"Wait," Ron held up his hands and shook his head, "My parents, Kim's parents, Kim, Bonnie, Yori, Rufus, we're way beyond two things I think about when I'm fighting I can't even boil it down to two, much less pick one of them."
"Oh yes you can," Ron turned again to see Clark standing there as Superman, "the choice isn't who you'll fight for it's what you'll fight for. Good and evil, when the time comes you'll have to choose which you want to fight for, and each is going to be represented by people you know and care about."
"Which means," Ron turned to see Sensei standing there once more, "that you will find it difficult to know what is good and what is evil, and even harder to choose because that will bring you into conflict with people you care about."
"But how," Ron said, "no one I know is evil."
"Not yet," Ron turned yet again to see Drakken and Shego standing before him, "but what was," at their gesture Ron turned to see Kim illuminated in the past, "can't coexist with what seeks to be," Ron looked the other way to see Bonnie and Yori standing there.
"One of them," Ron wondered why he wasn't dizzy as he turned to see Sensei, "will fall into darkness. Kim Possible is already faced with this and it is your support that will save her from this fall but if she feels that others have taken her place in your life then you will face her as an enemy. Bonnie Rockwaller has made a long and hard climb out of her path to darkness with your help, but if she is abandoned she will fall deeper into the abyss she stared into before knowing you and if she falls she will drag Yori with her as their bond as teacher and student and friends means that the fate of one is the fate of the other."
"Hold it right there," Ron shook his head violently, "you can't be telling me I'm going to turn one of my friends evil."
"Of course not," Ron turned to see Tara standing in front of him, "Kim will fall on her own or Bonnie will fall on her own, and the choice is not yours to make."
"It has been made," Ron turned to the past to see Kim speak.
"It is being made," Ron turned to see Tara standing with him in the present speak.
"It will be made," Ron turned to see Bonnie and Yori in the future speak.
"But what can I do?" Ron said.
"When the time comes you will know," Ron turned to see Sensei standing in front of him, "but the time is not quite here yet. Until that time you must try to hold on to your past and future so that when the time does come you will be able to see the line between good and evil and make your choice."
Ron wanted to respond but before he could his alarm went off and jerked him awake. He looked frantically around his room but there were no odd shadows, no random people he knew popping up, Kim, Bonnie, and Yori were nowhere to be found, the only thing he could see was Rufus curled up next to his pillow having slept right on through his alarm.
Shaking his head and rolling out of bed Ron padded his way to the bathroom today was Bonnie's birthday and he'd promised he'd go, regardless of weird dreams that made no sense to him.
-Rockwaller Residence-
"Rockwaller-san," Yori walked up behind Bonnie, "I believe it is customary in America to give your regards on the anniversary of a friend's birth."
"Thanks," Bonnie turned around to face her, "but it's no big deal. I've never made any great celebration out of my birthday; it's just going to be you, Ron, and Tara over."
"I am confused," Yori said, "I thought that someone as popular as you would make an event of note out of such a day."
Bonnie sighed, "My birthday pretty much reminds me of everything I don't like in my life. My parents only wanted two kids, and when they had my sisters they thought they were done, a few years later out I came and my dad left. My mom says it's not my fault but every time I see her or my sisters look at me I know she's just trying to be nice about it. And Kim's birthday was yesterday, it reminds me that I'm almost as old as her, almost as popular, almost as skilled at everything. I get almost as good grades, I do almost as many clubs, I'm always the second person asked to chair something, and I'm probably almost as good a fighter as her. Almost is the story of my life with Kim, I could run five miles to everyone else's three and she'd still run that extra lap and get all the glory. So don't take this the wrong way but this is just one day of the year that I can do without."
"I see," Yori mumbled, "so you would prefer it if I acted like today was a day like any other then?"
"Exactly," Bonnie opened her front door, "that's why I'm in training clothes it's nine in the morning and Ron and Tara aren't coming over till noon, meaning we have about two and a half hours to train. And if I get one birthday wish I want to make it that we spar all two and a half hours, I'm going to win today."
Yori followed her erstwhile student out the door frowning that Bonnie's boast might come true some day quite soon. Yori still won their sparring matches but by less and less each time. Bonnie's progress at ninjutsu was nothing short of amazing, she had done in three and a half months what some people couldn't do in three and a half years.
"Very well Rockwaller-san," Yori said as they stopped in the middle of the field where they trained, "However I believe that today I will introduce what you will learn next by using it against you in our match."
"You can do whatever you want," Bonnie slid into a fighting stance, "I'm still winning at the end."
"No," Yori slid her fans out of her sleeves and into her hands, "I am afraid you will be defeated yet again."
Bonnie's hand whipped down to her kunai pouch and several small blurs whipped towards Yori. She leapt aside and looked around for where her apprentice had used the opportunity to take cover. A small motion and several kunai whipped from Yori's hand only to create a puff of smoke and a log dropping out of the trees. Yori wasted no time in springing away from where she had stood a decision that served her well as Bonnie came out of the sun to land a punch right where she had been. Deciding to end this match quickly Bonnie slid a fan back into her hand and opened it. As Bonnie looked up to ready another attack at the still airborne Yori she channeled her ki into the fan and swept it downwards. A brief look of confusion crossed Bonnie's face before she noticed the massive wall of air that had accompanied Yori's fan. The American girl tried to vacate the area but it was far too late and she was slammed to the ground.
"And that is why you cannot defeat me today," Yori landed softly and watched Bonnie struggle to get on her hands and knees.
"What…" Bonnie looked up at her blood dripping from her nose, "What was that?"
"Ninjutsu," Yori waved her fan in front of Bonnie, "a very difficult type though, it is one that uses a persons affinity for a certain element and one that can only be countered by another elemental jutsu."
"And the fan?" Bonnie slowly worked her way upright.
"Merely an aid," Yori slipped the fan back up her sleeve, "it is practical only because it is so small and inconspicuous."
"And I'm going to learn to do that?" Bonnie finally straightened up with only a slight wince.
"Likely not," Yori said, "I am skilled with wind attacks, but there is also fire, lighting, earth, and water. It is likely you will find your skill with one of those areas."
"But how am I supposed to learn to do anything if it's something you don't know how to do?" Bonnie swayed on her feet.
"By this point," Yori walked over to steady her, "you are skilled enough to figure that out on your own. And all elemental jutsu must be created or discovered in that manner."
"Alright," Bonnie made a show of pumping her fist, "I'll learn this elemental stuff and then you're going down."
"Perhaps or perhaps not," Yori pushed Bonnie to sit with little effort, "an element is just like any other jutsu but for one respect, it is exceptionally strong against one type and weak against another."
"You can't be telling me that huge wall of air was just like replacing myself with a log," Bonnie didn't bother to hide her skepticism.
"It is more complicated and requires more effort," Yori bowed her head, "but the basics of both are the exact same. Simply put my wind attack would be defeated by a fire attack of the same strength but would defeat a lightning attack, which would defeat an earth attack, which would defeat a water attack, which would defeat a fire attack."
"So you're saying it's like rock paper scissors on steroids," Bonnie rubbed her temples.
"It could be seen like that," Yori said, "however do not concern yourself with it now, we will begin lessons in it tomorrow and it is much less complicated than you appear to believe now."
-Two Hours Later-
"Ron, Tara," Bonnie opened her door much refreshed after a hot shower and red bull, "come in. You two didn't drive together or something did you?"
"No," Tara shook her head, "just some really good timing."
"It's a blonde thing," Ron smiled, "happy birthday though."
"Thanks," Bonnie hugged them both, "Yori's still upstairs, let's just head into the kitchen and she'll catch up to us."
"Oh here," Tara handed Bonnie a wrapped square, "it's a photo album of pre school to high school."
Bonnie smiled at Tara, "As long as you didn't sneak any of my baby pictures in there I'll treasure this forever."
"Don't worry," Tara laughed, "it's baby picture less."
"Hey, Yori's upstairs right?" Ron pointed up the stairs.
"Yeah," Bonnie nodded.
"Cool," Ron grabbed onto the banister, "we got you a two part present and I'm gonna go grab it and her."
"Alright," Bonnie said, "you know where we'll be."
Ron took the steps two at a time as Bonnie and Tara walked into the kitchen chatting away. He walked onto the second floor and towards Yori's room, he was just about to knock when the door opened and Yori walked right into him.
"My apologies Stoppable-san," Yori looked up at him, "I was not paying attention to where I was going."
"It's alright," waved it off, "and call me Ron-san. Now where's our present?"
"I hid it in Bonnie's older sister's closet," Yori walked past him and motioned for him to follow, "Bonnie never goes into either of their rooms so once they left for school it became the perfect place to hide a gift."
They walked into Lonnie's room and up to the walk-in closet; Yori slipped a key in the lock and opened it up.
"Bonnie's sisters lock their closets?" Ron jiggled the handle as he followed Yori into the closet.
"They trust her very little," Yori said bitingly, "I stole their keys and made copies for such an occasion."
"Well never underestimate a ninja I guess," Ron laughed before a click sounded behind them, "Uh-oh."
Yori walked over to the door and turned the handle only to have it click some more.
"No problem," Ron walked up besides her, "I'll just pop the lock and we'll be fine."
"No!" Yori shouted as he grabbed the handle, "Everyone in the house will hear that and unless you want more people to discover your powers cannot use them here. Just call Rockwaller-san with your cell phone and I will slide the key under the door."
"Yeah that'd work but I left my cell phone in my scooter," Ron scuffed at the carpet, "well Bonnie will come after us in a few minutes, let's just get her present and wait."
Yori walked to the back of the closet and slid aside a few of Lonnie's many pairs of shoes to reveal two wrapped packages.
"And now we wait," Yori handed the larger of the two packages to Ron.
They sat down against the wall of shoes at the back of the closet and stared at the door for almost a whole minute in silence.
Yori turned her head to see Ron sniffing around the room as though he smelled something, "Is something wrong Stoppable-san?"
"Not really," he stopped sniffing and turned to face her, "say did you get a new shampoo or something?"
"Yes," Yori blushed, "I could not find what I normally use and this was on sale."
"Smells good," Ron leaned in closer making Yori blush more, "what is it?"
"Kiwi-Strawberry," Yori knew her cheeks must have been a bright red by that point, "Stoppable-san are you attempting to flirt with me?"
"Call me Ron-san," he smiled, "and no, if I were flirting with you you'd have already tackled me and torn off my shirt."
"Stoppable-san," Yori playfully hit his arm, "I believe that I have more discipline than that."
"Nonsense," Ron laughed, "the ladies can't resist the Ronshine and there is plenty of Ron to go around."
"Ron-san," Yori giggled, "you should not joke like that it could give people ideas."
"Ah ha!" Ron poked her, "I got you to call me Ron-san! Wait, I think I hear Bonnie coming up the stairs."
Yori couldn't hear anything but she followed him getting up nonetheless. The two walked over to the door where they started knocking on it and jiggling the handle hoping to get Bonnie's attention.
"Hey are you two in there?" Bonnie's voice came into Lonnie's room.
"Yeah," Ron said, "this door shut behind us and we're kinda stuck in here. Yori has a copy key and she'll just slide it under the door."
Yori did just that and a few seconds later there was a click and the door opened to show Bonnie standing there.
"Well happy birthday," Ron held out his package, "open this one first and then Yori's."
The three walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where Tara and Bonnie's mother were standing by a simple cake with eighteen candles in it. Yori put her package down on the table as Bonnie tore open Ron's larger package to reveal a kimono he had spotted at Yamanouchi and asked Sensei to send to him just for this occasion.
"Wow," Bonnie held the dark blue kimono with white and gold lotus blossoms for a pattern up to get a closer look at it, "it's beautiful."
Carefully draping the kimono over a chair Bonnie picked up Yori's package and opened it to find an accompanying obi with white and blue scroll that Yori had patterned by hand.
"I'm almost afraid to wear it," Bonnie folded the obi and draped it over the kimono, "but thanks, you two didn't have to get something so nice."
"It's fine," Ron scoffed, "just think of it like making up for eighteen birthdays at once."
"Well," Mrs. Rockwaller spoke up holding a lighter, "if there's nothing else then I think it's time for cake."
Yori was unfamiliar with American birthday celebrations by and large so Ron and Tara led her through the song bit by bit and she watched closely as Bonnie closed her eyes and blew her candles out.
Middleton – Rockwaller Residence – 20 March
"Thirty eight degrees," Yori pulled the thermometer out of Bonnie's mouth.
"What?" Bonnie looked up at her, "I have a fever not hypothermia."
"Thirty eight degrees Celsius," Yori looked back down, "that is one hundred and one degrees Fahrenheit."
"I can't be sick," Bonnie growled, "I've almost got my earth attack down and I've got to work on a paper for journalism class."
"There will be no training while sick," Yori stood up over the sick girl, "you would do more harm than however long a break you take to recover. I will go get you some medicine and you should be able to work on your paper at least."
Bonnie just muttered something and pulled the covers up over her head. Yori walked out of her room and over to the bathroom, reaching up she opened the over the sink cabinet and pulled out a box of Tylenol. Turning it over she discovered that it was empty or stuck, holding it up over her head Yori found out that there was no Tylenol in the house. Sighing she walked out of the bathroom and back to Bonnie's room.
"We are out of Tylenol," Yori pulled back Bonnie's covers, "I will go and buy some more from Smarty Mart. Stay here and continue to rest, you would not like it if I discovered you out of bed."
Bonnie just raised her arm and waved it as Yori walked out of the door. She stopped briefly in her room to grab her purse and put her wallet in it. Ron had expressed amazement that Yori actually had something as 'girly' as a purse until she demonstrated how the strap could be used to strangle someone and the variety of weapons that could be hidden in it.
Yori walked outside and started towards Smarty Mart, it was a pleasant late March day and she only needed a light jacket to keep warm. Walking along Yori allowed herself to relax as much as she ever did. She, Bonnie, and Ron had all felt something odd about Kim since Valentines Day, but the redhead had denied anything was wrong and hadn't acted like there was anything wrong. The three had come to the conclusion that knowing as little about the Omega Simia as they did they were simply feeling Monkey Fist through whatever connection he and Kim shared. That plus the fact that she was doing well in school, she Bonnie and Ron had all been accepted into Met U last weekend. And how well she was getting along with Ron, she hadn't forgotten that little incident in Lonnie's closet, meant that Yori was feeling far too good to let something like whatever Monkey Fist was planning get her down.
Never breaking her stride Yori leapt to the side as a dart of fire slammed into the ground she had been on not even a second before. Yori struggled to control her slide in the low heeled shoes she was wearing; mentally cursing herself she reminded herself that function must always come before fashion. That was of secondary concern to her however as she let her purse slide down her arm onto the ground and pulled her fans out of it before standing up to glare at the figure standing on top of a tree across the street.
"Fukushima," Yori said in a tight voice, "what are you doing here? Sensei has banished you from Yamanouchi and nothing you can do will change that."
"That old fool," Fukushima settled onto the ground, "I don't want anything from him and I don't want anything from that stupid school either. I have a new master now, one who has taught me more in a month than I learned at Yamanouchi in a year."
"Sensei held you back because he sensed you did not have an honorable spirit," Yori clenched her fists at the insults, "I was always able to defeat you easily before and I have only become stronger and learned more powerful techniques."
"Your silly little wind element?" Fukushima sneered, "I have a talent for fire, and didn't your fool of a master teach you that wind just makes fire stronger?"
"You might think so," Yori snapped her fans open and widened her stance, "but these Americans have taught me things as well, did you know that to celebrate the anniversary of their births they blow out candles with their breath? A strong enough wind will defeat a fire and I was always stronger than you."
"You really think that," Yori's eyes widened as black scroll started advancing across Fukushima's arms and face, "Monkey Fist only sent me here to kill you but I think I'll have some fun with you before you die."
His eyes traveled slowly up and down her body and despite wearing jeans and a jacket Yori knew he was undressing her with her eyes. Hoping to catch Fukushima still indulging his hormones Yori sprung forward and quickly performed the jutsu to create narrow blades of air around her fans, it was capable of cutting through solid rock and she had no doubts it would end the traitor Fukushima.
As she had suspected Fukushima was paying more attention than he looked like, he jumped up in the air to avoid her slash but in doing so he fell right into Yori's real attack. Gathering ki in her legs she leapt up and did a half flip smashing her legs into Fukushima's face as she went up. Flipping herself back over Yori landed around three meters back and watched Fukushima pick himself off the ground. He spat blood from an obviously split lip before growling and charging.
Fukushima had certainly become faster and stronger since they had last thought Yori admitted to herself as she ducked under his punch to send him flying with a wall of air she created. Yori smiled grimly as Fukushima slid along the ground, most of the improvement she suspected was due to the power of the curse seal and even then he was obviously no match for her.
Yori leapt high into the air and created a small wall of air in front of her fist. She came slamming down to the ground just after Fukushima had rolled to the side of where her fist created a small crater in the ground. The traitorous ninja pushed himself off of a hand into a spin that made Yori roll forward to keep ahead of his foot. Spinning around in midair Yori sprung forward as soon as she landed and made a sweeping attack with one of her fans. A quick pedal backwards kept Fukushima from the worst of the air blade but Yori left him with a sizeable cut across his nose. Letting her momentum carry her she swept to a stop several meters from her opponent again cursing how hard heels of any sort made controlling herself.
"You think you're so great," Fukushima spat at her as he wiped at the blood seeping from the gash across his nose, "But you have no idea what I'm capable of, what I can do with this seal."
"I am well aware of what the curse seal is capable of," Yori taunted him, "and even with the advantage of attacks you are no match for me, surrender and Sensei might show leniency to you."
Fukushima didn't respond out loud instead his eyes turned a glowing red and Yori stepped back as the black scroll covering him started widening it merged into one coating covering him in a dead black shell.
"I had planned on having fun with you before killing you," his voice was rough almost demonic, "but now I'm simply going to end you!"
His hands shot forward and a ball of fire much larger than any he had attacked Yori with before raced towards her. Yori snapped her fans open and a wall of air jumped forward at Fukushima, unlike before though instead of extinguishing his fire the air simply made it bigger and Yori felt the heat through her clothes as she was flung back to a rough landing on the ground.
She had barely gotten to her feet when Fukushima's fist slammed into her face, Yori managed to plant her hands as she went back and dug her feet into Fukushima's midsection sending him backwards. Yori sprawled back to the ground as Fukushima did several flips backwards ending up about five meters away from her as she staggered to her feet.
Giving Yori little time to get her senses back Fukushima charged forward again and Yori felt herself spit out blood as his fist plowed into her midsection. He wrapped one hand around her neck and lifted her up without showing any sign of effort.
"You have no idea," Yori started gasping for breath as he monologued, "how tempted I am to take you here and now, all those years lusting after you as you flitted from one man to the next. And now here you are, beaten and humiliated in front of me, but Monkey Fist is right, you're too dangerous to stay alive any longer than you absolutely have to."
He tossed her back and Yori watched in horror as Fukushima readied another massive ball of fire, she couldn't stop it and she doubted she could survive any more attacks of that level. Yori raised her arms in an attempt to shield her face as the attack rolled towards her. But somehow it never hit her; she opened her eyes to see Ron standing in front of her exhaling with incredible force.
"Ron-san," she gasped as Fukushima let his fireball lapse, "What… How…"
"Relax," he smiled over his shoulder, "I don't think he can do anything to me so just sit back and watch the hurt come down on him."
Yori saw the smile drop from his face and the cold hard glare that replaced it as Ron disappeared and moving faster than Yori could follow shot forward and slammed his fist into Fukushima's face, she could however feel the shockwave. Before Fukushima had hit the ground Ron appeared behind him and with a spinning kick launched him up into the air. As Fukushima was coming down Ron made one more spin to send his foot into Fukushima with such force a nearby car window cracked.
Fukushima crashed to the earth fifteen meters from where Ron was standing with a great cloud of dust. When he staggered up Yori noticed that the curse seal had retreated from covering him entirely to its normal state of scrolling vines of black. He snarled at Ron and Yori before flames leapt up from his feet and obscured him from view, when they cleared the traitor was nowhere to be found.
"You alright?" Ron turned and walked over to Yori.
"I believe so," Yori pulled her hand away from where she had been holding a cut on her arm, "I am at a loss though for what Fukushima was doing here, I was simply on my way to Smarty Mart when he attacked me."
"Weird," Ron said, "Well if you want to head back to Bonnie's house and clean up I can head over to Smarty Mart and get whatever it is you needed."
Yori limped over to her purse and picked it up, "It was only some Tylenol, Bonnie-san has developed a fever."
Ron disappeared without saying a word and as soon as he was gone he reappeared holding a small white bottle, "here you go. Now hang on."
The words were barely out of his mouth when he scooped Yori up in his arms and sped to Bonnie's house. He stopped in front of the door and sat Yori down.
"Thank you Ron-san," Yori started digging in her purse for her house key.
"It's fine," he scoffed, "just get yourself cleaned up and tell Bonnie to get well soon. I'm gonna drop by Kim's house and make sure Fukushima hasn't been there."
Ron disappeared from her view and Yori walked inside and up the stairs to give Bonnie the Tylenol. After that though she was going to have to call Sensei and update him, a new enemy who could defeat her with apparent ease was something to worry about.
AN: Hooray new chapter! This is a long one and a good one and that's good for all of us, now I've got some good news and some bad news for all of you. The bad news is that finals are next week and because of that I'm not going to be able to write enough for a chapter much less edit it to satisfaction so no new chapter next Friday. The good news, once finals are done I have a month off for break and I'm going to write like a madman, so two updates a week. SuperRon has three more chapters to go and then I'll be breaking for a new story while I plan out the second part of this in detail. So enjoy this and I shall see you all in two weeks time.