sadly i do not own Kim Possible. if i did KP and Shego would be cannon.
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Kim sat in the plane cockpit. Creston took the co pilot seat. She soon dozed off after a barrage of questions about the old days of Team Possible and some of the things kim had been doing since. Maybe dozed off was a polite way of saying Kim slipped the girl a horse tranquilizer.
Kim quickly grew bored without the distraction and found the jacket Shinji wore.
Curious, Kim searched the pockets.
A photo of a younger Shinji, her identical sisters and Aunt. Shinji was wrapped in her aunt's arms, her sisters seemed to be unhappy. Shinji hid her face and seemed sad. A brand new uniform, pressed and worn sharply by the demoness.
She also found a set of photos. Taken from afar or clipped from a sheet. All of them from a chubby young girl with dark brown hair and a worn army cap and jacket. She grew in the pictures but they weren't Shinji. There was a family in them as well. two young boys and a man all three with light brown hair. Occasionally a woman with a blonde dye job.
a sketchbook filles with various drawings, some complete, some just doodles or sketches. another book had a small lock, and kim picked it. inside was full of illustrations from romantic poses and horror comic quality gore.
Even though Xia hated the Team Go comics, kim had been allowed to keep her large, and more secret than her Cuddle Buddies, collection. She even got Shego to sign them early on when they were dating. so seeing the latest issue cover with the date on the drawing preceeding the issue release caused kim to wonder.
a slip of paper fell from the book, along with another photo. Kim picked it up and her face became full of surprise and understanding.
she heard Creston shift and kim rushed to put all of Shinji's things back in place.
Kim sat there listening and waiting for an accusory tone, but a soft snoring filled the space.
"Why am I worried about the privacy of a woman, who saved my life, that I left for dead?"
a knocking came from behind her. She sighed. "Shinji asked me to speak with him." Kim concluded that if Shinji was dead, then she would at least try. "After all, she tried forgetting about all the bad blood." She took a breath, held it to calm herself and let it go with "Come in, Ron." She wasn't looking forward to this.
Ron peeked in at first. "Hey, KP." He chuckled nervously. "Hey, I just... You okay?" Kim nodded yes, then shook her head no, then shrugged. "So that's a... no?"
"I suppose you have some questions for me." Kim stated. "Go ahead and ask, Ron. You deserve to know, i guess we're still friends, right?" She looked up at him with hopeful eyes, in her mind the phrase repeated. "Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer?" Followed close by. "Who is who?" As a small fear.
"Okay. I guess since we have no leads right now. We - we could catch up!" He smiled. "I can't wait to hear all the embarrassing stuff!" Kim groaned and rolled her eyes, even though a smirk formed and she developed a few questions of her own.
"So, uh, why Shego?" Ron asked and Kim shrugged.
"Not gonna tell The Ronmeister?" He looked less enthused.
"When I was younger, I did what I thought was normal, like any kid being taught. When I got old enough to decide, i had thoughts, but I saw what happened to Ariel O'Reily. After that I did what I did to be perfect and chased Josh Mankey. Cheer leader and jock. perfect!" She stare ahead as she spoke and seemed to be reliving her past. Something she had left behind. "Our hero thing, that led me to meet Shego. I, I have a big Team Go comic collection. The third biggest in the world." She smiled then laughed lowly and said something about being a geek with a groan.
"It surprised me that she was a sidekick! I always thought she would be THE VILLAIN! But still, she was bigger than life and, I still saw her as an inspiration."
"Woah, hold it right there! An inspiration?" Ron said exasperated.
Kim nodded.
"How?" He asked in the same surprised voice.
"In the comics, she showed me how to be brave and confident and to overcome being different. and she taught me to use miss perfect Kim Possible as an alter ego, to keep the real me a secret." Kim tried to smile, but seemed truely ashamed for her secret. "I only went aftet Hirotaka back then because i was so competitive with Mo."
She continued on while she felt like talking. "As a villain, she inspired me to try harder, my hardest, to be better than myself, better than her. We gained a special bond, Ron, she was like... a friend. She was a friend! More than once she did help us. The incident with her becoming Miss Go. You know I cried myself to sleep after that for a while. Then the Little Diablo Incident, I said some things and..." Kim's eyes teared up. "Ron, I didn't use you, I was so confused then! I was too afraid to admit i was that way. I ended up hurting you the most. For that, I can't say... I don't know what to say."
Ron placed a hand on her arm and smiled warmly. Kim returned it. "Kim has a thing for the bad girls, gotcha, but how did you two..?" He put his pointer fingers together.
Kim with a light laugh, the tension eased for her, took a drink of water. "Well..."
"Okay Kim, I have a mission and you're right around the corner!" Wade said as he activated the Kimmunicator. He looked up to see a flustered Monique. She was looking at Wade's face on the screen and trying to cover herself with a hand towel. "Kim! GF you left you kimcom..."
"Kimmunicator!" Kim corrected from the other side of the door.
"IDCWIC! I GOT A BOY OOGLIN' MY GOODS, GIRL!" She was mad at Kim, but the look of awe that had overtaken Wade was slowly making her smile and her words were delivered with some awkward laughter. "Kim I think your boy I broken!"
It took wade a few minutes to come around. He had a deep tint to his skin. "The Middleton Auto Museum is calling this one in, Kim. They report the lights on, but no alarms have been tripped. They would like you to check it out, but Mr. Alpine says it could be Jeff, the janitor, had just left the light on again."
"Okay, Wade. I'll head right on over." Wade rushed through his goodbye and the screen went blank.
"NHWTO?"
"No thanks, Mo. I think I know the Jeff they're talking about, I'll jist head over and turn the lights off. No big!"
Kim grabbed her gear and Monique raised her eyebrow and cocked her hips. "Mmm Huh!"
"Just in case I can't find the key."
"Whatever you say, Kim. Just bring back some mint chocolate chip. when your done."
Ten minutes later kim crouched on the roof. one skylight was open. Beer was spilled around the skylight and down the rope. She sighed. Alcohol always made things worse, when dealing with a badguy.
She slid down the rope and found a beer can. From the looks of it, it had gotten a small hole in it and that was where the spills came from. but an empty and crushed can pointed her the way.
She strolled along quietly. Half admiring the classic cars and half searching for the theif, or vandal. she remembered the radical Amish gang that had attacked museums on various subjects that they considered evil.
the sound of an empty can bouncing on tile alerted her to the American Muscle Exhibit.
What she saw, she had not expected.
Shego was on her knees, crying and trying to soak up the spilled beer. A keg and a few other cans left a trail down the opposite hall.
Kim took in the club appropriate atire. It would have looked happy and full of attitude, sexy. It was offset by the smeared makeup and pained face. "Okay, she's still hot! But this is so not the time for that!" Kim conciously thought.
"Bad date?" Kim asked as she knelt down with Shego.
"No." Shego answered. She sat back and looked at Kim. "I'm not stealing nothin', Pumpkin. I just won-ed t'see the cars." She sniffed and pouted. "I missed it-it early-ier."
"Shego. Tell me what's wrong?" Kim scooted closer and put an arm around the theif.
"Momma Lipsky had a bad ouchie." Shego pressed her hand to her heart and sobbed. "She's in the hosicle. Hoshiple. Hospital." She leaned into Kim. "Drew yelled at me, i had the hoverer craff and was at the the club. He's just worried... i am too."
They stayed like that for a while. On the floor, Shego dozing and kim holding her.
Shego's metabolism sobered her up before long and she sat up quickly when her bladder demanded relief. She gave a short and surprised look at Kim before running to the bathroom.
It was Kim's turn to look surprised as Shego returned.
"I thought I was dreaming." She had a roll of paper towels and seemed a bit happy that it wasn't a dream.
"So, Mrs. Lipsky is okay?" Kim asked tentivly.
"It was bad Kim. She's non responsive right now. It was a pretty bad stroke." Shego started back on the mess from earlier. It was clear she didn't really want to talk about it.
Kim grabbed a roll and helped quickly clean up. Before long they were having a happy moment, sittin in one of the old Dogged M6 Convertible. Kim listened to Shego talk about the car line. All three years the model was worth a damn and how she only liked the shitty, late model, convertable best because her mom had one. Kim snuck a picture of Shego letting go and acting like a kid again, pretending to drive the car and making the wheel and engine noises.
They moved to a Dogger 1/4 Ton Pickup and Kim listened to Shego talk about some friends she had growing up. How they would pack in the cab and camper shell in the back and drive around their uncle's truck. Primer brown, crome, black leather interior. One window woildn't roll dowm half the time and Shego usuallynsat on Dear's lap. Shego was the smallest and youngest, and their Uncle Pete had to drive. It made her feel a younger kid.
Shego's phone rang, the villainess walked away and spoke quietly for several minutes. she shuffled back and took kim by the hand, leading her to an old Cheff Bedouin station wagon. she pulled kim into the back and cuddled up in kim's arms. "I just don't want to be alone for a while." She said sadly.
"Mind if i aks what's the matter?"
"Momma Lipsky passed away." Shego was trying not to cry, but with Kim there, for some reason she felt safe enough to do so.
Kim stare at her hands. "I guess we bonded somehow. I was trusted with her emotions. I kept thinking about that night for the next year. Then, one day after graduation, i bumped into her again. She was having coffee and invited me to sit with her. I mean, we were talking on the phone, but it had been that long since we had been face to face. I just sat by her. And she pulled me close, for a hug, but i didn't move away."
Kim coughed and sipped her water. "Neither did she, and I didn't mind. I didn't think about what people thought. So i kept meeting her for lunch, coffee, movies. I realized i was falling for her." Kim was smiling, Ron could see her reliving memories in a flash. "Then she joked that people might think we were dating we went out so much!"
Kim laughed. "Her face when I asked what she thought of that. Told me not to joke about that. So... I kissed her! And it was the fireworks displays from New Years and Fourth of July rolled into one with Christmas and Halloween and Thanksgiving and my birthday. all of them rolled into one!" She had touched her lips lightly as she spoke, and her eyes shone as she stare off into space. "When I felt her kiss me back, i died, saw heaven and came back to something even better!" She bit her lip and looked sorry. "So I broke up with you..."
Ron took a moment to realize that Kim kind of cheated on him. Looking back, he didn't care now, and was kind of feeling Kim's distance when they were dating anyway. "Well, you could have lied." He said with a forgiving smile.
"I could have told the truth!" Kim said with some anger at herself. "I made a choice to elope, fake my death, leave my family and friends, my hero's duty." She said this with frustration and a sneer. Her face contorted into one of shame and sadness. "I missed Daddy's funeral!"
"You have a life of your own, Kim. I'll admit that not letting us know was..."
"So NOT cool."
"Yeah. You should have known that no matter how weird it is, we still love you. We would have learned to love her too, i guess." Ron smiled.
Kim looked worse.
"So, why her?" He asked.
"Trust, similar interests and yet we can fight about things. All the little stuff. She quit stealing. Even helped a few times when you were off at culinary school or Yamanouchi. Flowers, every morning and she always a different ones on special days or when she got back home. She, got me to start a collection, like she has."
"Shego, mean and green, plasma throwing, badass Shego collects flowers?" Ron asked in disbelief.
"Yeah. She, she was not as active as a kid, most of the time. So, she did book worm and nerd things, as she calls it. Like collect flowers." Kim smiled with fondness and mischief "Jaimie collects bugs, because it bothers her mommy. Xia is always the first to get a close up look at new ones."
"You get her the bugs don't you." Ron said flatly, but he grinned.
Kim nodded. "Maaybe." She said.wirh false innocense and they shared a real laugh.
"Ron..." Kim's voice changed tone and she looked away. Ron felt something was wrong.
"It's about THAT isn't it." Kim shook her head. They still didn't need words to talk. "what do you want to know."
"Why did you kill them?" Kim asked.
Ron sighed. "I guess we still got time for that before we land."
He rook a breath and kim turned to face him better. "When Yori and I inherited Yamanouchi, we were made aware of the ongoing war for Japan. The Yakamoura, the Owashi, the Kanaan, they had lied to the emperor, this way they made him their puppet. They stole from the people and conquered other shogun, often by killing off the villagers. They used magic to bring back the dead. But this was all covert." Ron's magic conjured scenes of samurai fighting beasts with horns and tails, some with wings.
"They could hide as people, look human, so it was harder to prove. then, one day the Ninja of Yamanouchi and some of Shogun Niheru's men confronted one of the Kanaan near where merchants had suffered an ambush. He was so angry at being found out that he changed, right in the middle of the village, and killed all the villagers and most of the soldiers and ninja. The only survivor, a young Yamanouchi trainee. He had his fingers on the left bitten off. he was hobbled from a spear through his foot. His eye was burned out with his left cheek being burned away. Five long gashes went deep into his belly and left him dying with every step." The scene the magic showed had kim in awe of the horror.
"They were later found to eat their victimes, like vampires they would drink blood, to save the food supply. torture was a sport. Spells, hexes, they were horrible. once the emperor found out the truth, they went underground and have been fighting Yamanouchi ever since. even if we aren't ninja, or in Japan." The final scene was a U.S. soldier, of Japanese descent, taking on an SS Soldier with horns. The image was like a still from a movie.
kim stare at it. she knew the horror of that era of history. she thought back to how they had all talked, Shinji and her friends. Her cousins. The remarks and way they treated people.
"Very few have been killed by normal means, Kim. The Lotus Blade, several other enchanted weapons. Dismemberment." Ron listed. "Even then it is hard."
"So, Shinji could have taken that blow to deceive me." Kim mused quietly.
"What was that?" Ron asked.
"Hmm?" Kim came out of her musings.
"Nothing, KP. I'm going to check on Yori. Try and rest. They might have their own agenda, but, we can use them too." And with that he left.
Kim sat back in the chair. She brushed Creston's hair out of her face. "Sorry I'm not a better hero." Kim told the younger woman. she took the GJ agent to a bunk and returned to the cockpit, closing and locking the door for privacy.
She thought of Xia for a while, then Monique... All of her family and worried about how they were doing, if they were safe.
She went back through the sketchbooks and pictures of Shinji's. The photos of the girl. The sketches and doodles. Some were fanart of popular cartoons. Kim had to laugh quietly about how scary Shini was but how childish this all was.
The better quality book had more of a private feeling.
She passed through the book, opening it and closing it, always opening it to a new page. A new set of feelings and thoughts.
A car, with a few dents and a man leaning over the hood. It reminded her of something Norman Rockwell would do.
A few brazilian girls playing vollyball in Brazil, she knew the background, but not the exact beach. the people in the back had detail. but the girls gave kim the feeling that these two were important.
A woman in the throws of passion. There seemed to be a strong feeling of pride in the brush strokes. Even a hint of lust and love. kim saw Xia's face replace the woman om the page as shw remembered that feeling of accomplishment.
Then, a drawing so intense and detailed that Kim almost thought it to be a photograph. A singed corner, the teardrops like watermarks, smudges of dirt and blood stains present on the page only added to the deep feelings Kim got from it. all of them bad.
The image would be left haunting kim forever and she suddenly wanted to talk to both her children. She closed the book after finally noticing that much of it's pages were added in. That it was worn and had been through so much, and to be repaired so often meant it was precious to the owner.
She put the book back in Shinji's bag, feeling guilty for invading Shinji's privacy and fearful of anything else held in that book.
Kim picked up the phone and dialed Osmond. He sounded tired, and confused a moment when Kim asked about Jamie. "Oh, hey Cousin!" He greeted with a smile in his voice. He poured a cup of coffee, she could hear it. "She keeps waking up, I think talking to her mom would be good for her." he informed kim.
There was a shuffling and then Kim heard Jamie tiredly say hello. The rest of the night Kim told stories of past adventures to her youngest daughter or talked about tv and Jamie setting off fireworks.
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