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Shikabane Hime originally owned by Gagan Comics, anime by Feel and Gainax.
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1
Señor Senior Sr. squinted against the glare of the fire.
The plan required a fireball hurling from the sky toward the shi-ca-ba-ne. The only options were to fly either Ms. Possible's Sloth or the recently acquired Team Impossible modified hoverjet to an altitude where it would light up as it fell back to earth. How could he possibly ask the young Ms. Possible to make such a sacrifice?
The Global Justice hoverjet was burning up quite nicely in its fall, aided by the overheating engines that were pressed to their maximums. Every window was filled with a bright orange flame. Most of the sensors were off-line by now: it was mostly a matter of faith that the craft was still pointed at the island.
The elderly man used his cane to climb to the back of the cabin. Señor Senior Sr. donned one of the parachutes and climbed to the back cargo hatch. Using some of the straps intended for cargo, he strapped his legs together. Holding the tube Ron gave him in one hand, he slapped the open button with the other.
The hatch door was ripped off. Señor Senior Sr. barely started squeezing the tube before he was sucked out of the cabin. But the contents acted just as Ron had predicted. The 'hair gel' did inflate into a gelatinous blob that surrounded him. The hoverjet raced away from him, burning its course to the island with a hot streak across the sky. He barely saw it as the blob lit on fire in the same way.
Air resistance slowed the mushy mass, but fortunately for Señor Senior Sr. the deceleration was a not very lethal, bone jarring not bone breaking, pace. The fire light nearly blinded him but he could still make out that the gel that protected him from the searing winds dwindled. With only a few inches of gel to go, he had slowed to a pace that the winds put out the flames rather than started them. When he was free of the gel, he was nearly back to terminal velocity. Now, he could actually open the parachute and not have it rip every limb from his body or simple have it torn to shreds.
2
Ron and Yori did not wait to find out their ally...conspirator...asset's fate. The two followed Rufus into the time share lair. The naked mole rat scampered off, returned and then went off on a new path. Eventually, Rufus squeaked heartily after one such search. He climbed back into Ron's cargo pocket and waved his paws in the direction he came from.
Yori bent down to pocket level. "Is Dr. Drakken in that direction, Rufus?", she asked.
Rufus was astounded that she understood. It had taken Kim years to begin to approach the level of rapport that Ron shared with him.
"Is he expecting us?", Yori continued. "Does he have a trap? No? A weapon? Like a laser? A pipe?"
The ninja looked up to Ron. "How does he think he is going to stop us with a pipe?"
Ron shook his head. "I've never gotten why Drakken does the things he does. I suppose that means I'm alive in a way he isn't. But I'm not gonna give him any flack for the pipe. He's up against his end, after all."
The two continued until they nearly came to a doorway in the hall. Rufus started up but Ron patted his head to quiet him.
"We're coming in.", Ron stated simply. "Let go of the pipe and let us in and hopefully this can be...well, not what it will be if we fight our way in."
When Ron stepped into the room. Dr. Drakken was standing with a pipe behind his back, sticking up over his head. The room seemed to be a medical research lab with frankenstien fare like a strap equipped operating table, lasers and other assorted machinery. Yori rushed into the room after him, but slowed when she saw he was not in immediate danger.
"um...Where's Shego?", Drakken asked.
Yori drew an 'x' on her wrist and shook her head. Ron glanced at her and looked down, rubbing his neck. "Yeah...Shego's not coming.", he lamented.
"I know this is gonna sound kind of weird, especially from us.", he continued. "But can I get you strapped in that table over there? I mean, we can just jump to the part where you beef up and fight an undead super powered ninja and the Ultimate Monkey Master made manifest to man. You know, whatever."
"You mean like this?", Dr. Drakken stated from the operating table. The blue man busily strapped his legs and one arm to the table but fumbled with the last arm.
"Allow me, Lipsky-san.", Yori said. The girl pressed his arm down and pulled the strap tight with inhuman strength.
Ron walked up, paced away, then walked up again. "Man, I hate this.", he began. "Look. If you can convince me that you're alive, you can go. I've had my fill of death. Everywhere I turn, someone I respected is an undead monster. Global Justice is making me take out task forces. I so need just a little bit of good news. And if you can convince me you're alive, I can let you go. Sorry and sayanara all in the same sentence.
"But if you can't, then we have a real problem. You hulked out on us before. Even if I could find a way to forgive what you did to Yori, I don't know if shikabane can. And so, here's what I'm thinking:You can hulk out and that means you can shape shift. If you can change your form, then I don't know where your brain is. Punching your skull in isn't guaranteed to take you out. I'm gonna have to tell Yori to incinerate every little piece of you. And considering what you did, I know she's going to show a lot of dedication.
"So help me out here, okay? I'm not the head of my class. You can get one over on the ol' RonMan, right?"
Dr. Drakken nodded enthusiastically. "Sure, no problem. I'm alive. You can take my word for it, R...W...what is it again?"
"Nevermind that.", Ron told him. "Now tell me that the following isn't true.
"Once upon a time, Drew Lipsky was sent to get dates for his buddies back in college. He came back with a dangerous squad of robot girl friends we'll call...oh, let's say Bebes. These Bebes got him ridiculed. The promising student shuttered himself away trying to perfect these Bebes and show the world he was to be taken seriously. In the process, one of these Bebes fought him, scarring him under an eye and strangling him until he turned blue and died.
"Now that he was dead, he couldn't exactly just go back to school. Especially now that the only thing he cared about was showing up the whole world. And fortunately for him, he was granted a new curse-the ability to do absolutely anything as long as it affected the entire world. Sure he couldn't say...commit basic burglary but boy could this guy threaten the world with global freezing or continental drift or even that rogue dinosaur thingie. Appearing as a hulking menacing monster was cool and all, but that wouldn't impress the world.
"Unfortunately for him, he was subject to the same laws as all other shikabane-including the incapacity to deal with what killed him. So his hired girl pushed him around. He was stopped from global conquest not by an army of the mightiest nations by a girl with, let me say, a lot of spirit. Drew Lipsky, now Dr. Drakken, couldn't even bare to tell his mother what he had become and continued in fear of her. He feared any strong female presence that reminded him of this strangulation."
Drakken shook his head. "How could you possible figure any of that out?"
"Attitudinator.", Ron stated. "I turned blue? I'm told you had a thing for Rufus. Any of this ring a bell? It let me put two and two together and get five a lot faster than I normally do."
The blue shikabane gritted his teeth. Drakken started to take his much more hirsute form and Yori promptly slapped him out of it.
Ron sighed. He took off his mission gloves and placed his hands on Drakken's neck, then his wrists and finally his chest.
"Rufus?", the boy asked.
The naked mole rat made to jump from his pocket. Then he spotted Drakken, sniffed the air and shook his head. The mole rat pulled the flap back over his head.
"Yori?", he continued.
The shikabane hime simply shook her head sadly.
Ron nodded. "Drakken...you're already dead. All the chaos you inflicted on the living in your mad schemes to take over the world should never have happened.
"Yori...remember what I said about his shapeshifting."
"Hai, Stoppable-san.", she replied. "The corpse possesses a Ramesh particle inflector. It will disassociate his molecules individual at about a cubic centimeter every seven to eight seconds."
Ron gave her a questioning expression.
"You and your American-style grade-inflationary education standard. A ninja must be ready to use any weapon that comes available, Stoppable-san.", Yori replied.
"Can you handle it on your own?", Ron asked seriously.
Yori placed her hands on his shoulders. "Do not worry, Ron-kun. You do not have to be present for his certain screams. I would like to know you did not witness this particular demise."
Yori placed her lips against Ron's then rested her forehead against his. "This work will be done soon. I will find you when it is done."
"I knew he wasn't really dating the cheer leader.", Drakken blurted out.
Ron back handed him so hard the table shifted positions. Before another blow could land, Yori was rubbing his shoulders. "You will loosen his bonding, Master Stoppable. Do not worry, I will make him suffer."
Ron nodded. "I'm going to see if I can find Señor Senior Sr. Even if he would miss the show, I think it's better if he didn't watch this either."
After he left, Yori turned to the bond shikabane. "You should not have discomforted him. Allow my use of the inflector to demonstrate why."
"Like you wouldn't have burned me to death!", a struggling Dr. Drakken screeched.
Yori dragged the weapon over to the table. "Perhaps.", she replied. "But I certainly can perform the process much more slowly then I need to.
"So when you beg for death, it will be my honor to remind you that you are already dead."