1"Are we there yet?" Ron whispered impatiently to the stealthy ninja in front of him as they crawled cautiously through a narrow ventilation shaft.

Yori, not wanting to give away their position, didn't answer with words. Instead she looked at him over her shoulder with raised eyebrows and a shake of her head before quickening her pace slightly.

Ron stifled the sigh that threatened to escape his lips. He was anxious to reach their destination, but not for the reason Sensei had sent them here. He had his own personal reasons for wanting to reach Monkey Fist as soon as possible. Reasons that involved revenge.

He and Yori were supposed to be retrieving some ancient simian artifact that Monkey Fist had stolen, but if he was being honest with himself, he didn't really care about some stupid monkey statue. The real driving force behind him was the promise of a fight with Kim's tormentor.

His jaw clenched as his thoughts strayed to Kim's confession in his bedroom the night before he'd left. He'd been trying to suppress the rage he felt toward Monkey Fist ever since Sensei told him about this mission, but without much success.

Looking up once again at Yori's backside, Ron tried to suppress his raging teenage hormones for the fourth...or was it fifth?...time in the past hour. As devoted as he was to Kim, the fact of the matter was that he hadn't had any physical contact (unless you counted kicks and punches, which he didn't) with the opposite sex in about two and half weeks...and Yori had a very nice butt (Although nothing compared to Kim's in his eyes). But Kim wasn't here, and if Ron had to guess, he would say Yori was purposely putting an extra sexy sway to her hips. He couldn't be sure.

All he knew was that Kim never moved this slowly on missions. During every mission he could ever remember being on with her, she moved quickly and stealthily and with purpose. Yori on the other hand, seemed to Ron to move much more slowly than necessary to stay quiet. And each time one of her knees moved forward, her hips would swivel sharply in the opposite direction.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...

Ron shook his head and blinked his eyes rapidly to keep from staring stupidly at Yori's curvy hips. He was getting distracted, something that was unacceptable, according to Sensei, on a mission this important. And he was having some pretty disloyal thoughts, something that was unacceptable, in his opinion, unless Kim was the object of his admiration.

So he did what he'd become accustomed to doing every time he started to pine for Kim: close his eyes, take a deep breath, and imagine it was her with him. He imagined watching her crawl quietly in front of him. He imagined her telling him to keep his head in the game when she caught him ogling her butt. He imagined the joking reply he'd give. He imagined the way her lips would tighten as she tried not to laugh, then turn around to face forward and let her smile loose, thinking he wouldn't be able to tell.

The ghost of a smile graced his lips as he then imagined stealing a kiss from her when she paused and looked over her shoulder to make sure he was still close behind. He imagined her protesting at first, but giving in after a moment and returning the kiss passionately, like she always did in the end.

He imagined running his fingers through her long soft hair and imagined hers clasping his shoulders tightly. He imagined pulling her tigh...WHAM!!

He felt his body crash roughly into another smaller, softer body that he assumed belonged to Yori and felt the metal under them creak and give way. As his stomach whooshed into his throat, he opened his eyes wide in time to see the ground rush up to meet him. Reacting on instinct, he curled his body inward right before the ground slammed into him, and rolled up to his feet, looking around dazedly.

His dizzy eyes followed a groaning sound to the figure at his feet. Yori obviously hadn't thought quite as quickly as he had because she was currently splayed awkwardly on the floor at his side. He bent down and hauled her to her feet quickly.

"Did you not see that I had stopped, Ron-san?" she asked, pain and annoyance lacing her every word. Looking over herself, she began brushing the dust and dirt from her once spotless gi.

"Sorry," Ron apologized quickly, "I had my eyes closed."

Yori's head snapped up to look at him quizzically, "Why would yo..."

"STOPPABLE!" a deep voice bellowed menacingly in their direction. Yori's words halted abruptly and Ron whipped his head around as the voice struck a nerve deep within him. Monkey Fist was rushing towards them with dislike evident in his gaze. Looking into the ugly eyes of his greatest foe, Ron felt the white hot rage he'd been suppressing since the night before he left wrangle itself free of his careful control.

Monkey Fist wavered in his approach when he saw a bright blue light flash behind Ron's brown irises. The boy began stalking toward him furiously, and an unexpected flash of fear rippled through Monkey Fist.

"Go find the statue," Ron ordered Yori in a snarl. His words seemed to reverberate around the room loudly, even though they were barely above a whisper, "I'll handle Monkey Fist."

Sensing that this was not the time to argue, Yori bowed her head quickly before scurrying out of the room to begin searching for the monkey idol.

As the door clicked shut softly behind the female ninja's retreating figure, Monkey Fist stared at Ron in apprehension. Fear and excitement were battling to be the dominant emotion in his hairy body. But of course, he'd never let either show on his face. "What makes you think that you, pretender that you are, can fight me and emerge the victor?" Monkey Fist asked, stifling the emotions bubbling up within him.

"Don't you ever touch her again," Ron hissed menacingly at the disgusting simian before him.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," Monkey Fist sneered back at him with a knowing look in his eyes.

"You sick, twisted son of a bitch!" Ron spat at him with a malice stronger than had ever found its way out of his mouth before.

Monkey Fist chuckled darkly, "Such harsh words for such an innocent little boy. You wouldn't understand things like lust, would you pretender?"

Ron didn't answer as his body was now shaking violently in barely contained rage.

Monkey fist only laughed harder. "No, I suppose not," he shook his head condescendingly, "You see, a man such as myself has needs. Being the loner that I am, I don't get around quite as often as I'd like."

He paused to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively at Ron's rigid form, "Kim Possible is rather good looking, as I'm sure you've noticed, and my monkey ninjas tied her up so nicely for me; it really wasn't all that difficult to have some fun with her."

He paused for a moment and a grimace clouded his large black unibrow, "But unfortunately, I never got very far with the little tramp. She fights dirty."

He looked down, grimacing at the spot between his thighs before continuing. "But I'm sure you've heard all about it," he chuckled humorlessly, "It sure took her long enough to tell you. I was expecting a visit from you much sooner than this."

"You're lucky she didn't tell me sooner," Ron hissed, "Or you'd have been dead for a while now."

"Oooooooooooo," Monkey Fist mock shivered as a delighted smile lit up his face, "Death threats? My my... I suppose little Ronald is all grown up now. Isn't it..."

WHAM!

Monkey Fist lost his train of thought in a shower of pain. He was sure his neck disconnected from his spine for a moment as his head whipped backward at Ron's surprise punch. He tried to recover himself as the shock and pain raced up and down his body.

"I'm done talking," Ron was advancing on the simian quickly with fists raised and body tensed for a fight. As Monkey Fist opened his mouth to reply, Ron spun around in a roundhouse kick that collided with the side of his head. He unwillingly collapsed onto his knees at Ron's feet where the furious teen ninja proceeded to use Monkey Fist's prone form to his advantage by raising his knee swiftly into the spot between his eyes and mouth.

Ron smiled darkly at the crunching sound of the bone in Monkey Fist's nose breaking, followed immediately by his pathetic pain-filled wail. He looked without mercy at Monkey Fist breathing hard and fast through his teeth below him, and shook his head in disgust with growing impatience.

With an unsympathetic sigh, he reached behind Monkey Fist's head and grabbed a handful of the coarse, greasy hair there. With a rough jerk of his wrist, Ron forced Monkey Fist to look up at him so that they were eye to eye, "If you ever touch her again, I will kill you."

Simple words. And under normal circumstances, completely unthreatening (possibly even funny) to Monkey Fist. But looking at the fury in Ron's face up close, he couldn't help but feel the ripple of fear the words instilled run through his limp body.

Still, he was Lord Montgomery Fisk, and he did not go down without a fight.

So he spit a reply at Ron's tense face. "You just wait," he rasped angrily, "After I'm finished with you and she's crying over your dead body, there will be no one to protect her. I'll do things to her, you've never even dreamed of doing. That's for sure."

He watched in satisfaction as each of his words caused Ron's face to become angrier and angrier before continuing with a smirk, "Just thinking of her screaming and struggling under me..." He trailed off as a lust-filled expression dominated his face, "And it'll be your name she's screaming. You she's wishing will jump in and save her. But where will you be?...oh that's right. DEAD! And she won't have anyon..."

CRUNCH!

Monkey Fist wailed in agony when he felt the breath woosh out of him as one of his ribs give way under Ron's foot.

Looking up painfully at his attacker's face, Monkey Fist was surprised to see the pain etched there, rather than the anger he'd been expecting. It was with a deeply agonized expression that Ron choked out, "That will never happen."

Listening to these words, Monkey Fist knew he'd hit a nerve deep inside of the pretender. It gave him a little pleasure, in this sea of pain, to know that he'd at least caused Ron some emotional grief if not any physical pain.

He planned to use this to his advantage, but before he could get a word in, a deadly glowing-blue fist flashed towards his face once again. He tensed in anticipation of the painful fight to come.

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Kim took a long deep breath as she stood apprehensively outside her best girlfriend's house.

She'd come to Monique's house to apologize. For a while, she'd been mad at Monique for yelling at her in front of the whole school. But after a lot of fuming and a good twenty minutes spending some quality time with the punching bag in her basement, she'd calmed down considerably and realized that Monique had a point. She hadn't been spending as much time with her as she should have been.

After wringing her hands for a second longer, she finally worked up the courage to reach up and ring the doorbell. After a moment that seemed to drag on forever, she heard the doorknob click as someone on the other side turned it to open the door.

Monique stepped into the doorframe slowly, staring at Kim with some apprehension in her dark eyes. But as Kim looked closer, she also saw some of the same sadness and guilt she'd been feeling all afternoon reflected back at her.

After a tension-filled moment of silence, Kim finally broke it with one simple word, "Hey."

"Hey," Monique replied softly.

After another awkward pause, Kim cleared her throat to say something, anything, to make things right between them. The way they were before Ron left.

Then suddenly, "I'm sorry!" they both cried at the same time.

"You're sorry?" the exclaimed in unison once again.

They stared at each other for another moment before throwing their arms around each other in a huge hug.

"I was such a jerk to you, girl," Monique admitted with tears streaming down her face.

"No, I've been the jerk," Kim confessed, feeling tears of her own welling in her eyes, "I've totally neglected you these past 2 weeks."

"That's no excuse for the way I yelled at you in front of everyone," Monique wailed into her ear.

Kim pulled away gently from the hug as she felt her eardrums start to throb, "Still, this whole thing is my fault. I promise to spend more time with you."

"Don't worry about it, GF," Monique assured her as she wiped her streaming eyes with the back of her hand, "I overreacted about Brad. I understand that you like him, and he seems like a good guy. It's just that..."

She paused her, looking at Kim wearily.

"Just that what, Monique?" Kim asked, steeling herself for whatever Monique was about to tell her.

"Just that, well," she paused again and took a deep breath, "It seems like you've already forgotten about Ron, the way you act around him. Like there's no one else in the room but you two."

Kim sighed, "I haven't forgotten about Ron by a long shot. I think about him all the time...but don't you understand? That's why I spend so much time with Brad. He makes me laugh and takes my mind off Ron. He's made the past two and a half weeks go by so much faster than they would have otherwise."

"And," she continued, remembering something that she knew would warm Monique toward Brad considerably, "I swear to God, he saved my life at school today."

"He did?" she shrieked, "What happened? It had something to do with those ninjas didn't it? Tell me!"

Kim giggled happily with Monique as they walked deeper into her house, glad to have the tension between them gone, "Well, I was totally down for the count on the floor and I saw this ninja flying at me, but I knew I wouldn't have time to roll out of the way..."

As Kim recounted the story, Monique listened raptly, gasping in all the right places and interrupting loudly to state her opinions whenever Kim tried to pause for dramatic effect. But Kim didn't care. She still couldn't believe that it had only taken about five minutes for her and Monique to make up...but she supposed that's what best friends were for.

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Ron staggered into Yamanouchi late that night, bloody and bone-tired with Yori trailing behind, clutching the stolen mystical monkey idol.

Someone looking at him would have wondered how anyone looking so bruised and beaten could be smiling so contentedly, but as it was, there was no one there to witness their return as they were all sleeping peacefully in their dorms.

As much as he knew he should feel guilty for putting Monkey Fist into a coma, Ron couldn't help but feel satisfied. In fact, this was the happiest he'd been since he'd kissed Kim good-bye at the Middleton Airport. In his opinion, Monkey Fist had gotten what was coming to him. No one abused his girlfriend and got away with it.

The two young ninjas continued to walk in silence to their rooms, Yori still holding the idol tightly to her sizeable chest and Ron, lost in his triumphant thoughts. When they finally reached Ron's door, he quickly opened it and stepped in, turning to close it softly behind him. Before he could do so, however, Yori swiftly stepped into the room after him and placed the monkey idol reverently at the foot of his bed.

"Ron-san," she whispered to him in the darkened room, "It was an honor to fight at your side tonight. You showed much strength in defeating Monkey Fist without help or hesitation."

Hearing a strange throb to her tone, Ron turned his head to look at her questioningly. He noted fearfully, that her eyes were wide with open adoration, and that he and Yori were the only two people still awake in the deathly silent ninja school.

"Huh-ha," he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck in a characteristic gesture as he took a step back, toward the wall, "It was no big really. It was kinda personal anyway. I didn't even..."

Before he knew what was happening, he was silenced abruptly by soft wet lips crushing his.

Too shocked to do anything but stand there stupidly with arms hanging limply at his sides and eyes open wide, he realized that Yori was kissing him. Not just kissing him, but, like, full on making-out with him. He felt her arms wrap themselves tightly around his neck in an iron grip, and felt her body press against his in an unfamiliar way.

He stumbled into the wall behind him, where she took advantage of his position and surprise by crushing herself into him impossibly tighter with a passion that surprised him even further. A warning bell went off in his head, but he was still too stunned to take action.

As he waited for his body to start functioning properly again, he noticed absently that Yori's lips tasted all wrong. Not at all like the strawberry lip gloss that Kim always wore, but like cinnamon. Strange. And her breath tasted like some kind of exotic Asian spice. Not like the hot minty breath that escaped from between Kim's lips whenever they kissed. None of it felt right.

Her hair was too short. He couldn't run his fingers through the straight jet-black locks like he could with Kim's silky red folds. And it didn't smell like lilacs and strawberries like Kim's always did either. It smelled like jade and jasmine. Foreign.

And she was too tall. In order to kiss Kim's pink lips, he had to bend down a lot further than he needed to in order to kiss Yori's brown ones. It only took a slight tilt of his neck for his and Yori's lips to connect. This was also strange to him. He was used to bending down.

And she was too wide. His arms completely encompassed Kim when he held her, overlapping each other so much so, that anyone watching would hardly be able to see Kim within them. Yori, however, was perfectly visible, with the top of her head just tall enough to reach his now closed eyes.

And her body was too soft against his, too padded. He was used to his hand resting against the hard bone of Kim's hip, not the soft curve of Yori's side. Was used to feeling Kim's collarbone jutting out under his hand whenever he touched her neck. He couldn't even feel Yori's. He noticed that Yori's ears were bigger too when he felt his thumb smooth over one of them. Nothing like the tiny little pair he was always blowing into when he kissed Kim.

And her boobs were so big that she couldn't even press herself completely against him, though not for lack of trying, because of the padding they created between the two teens. Kim fit right up against him perfectly, every inch of her skin touching some part of him. The perky mound on her chest pressed up against his too, but didn't make it practically impossible to press her flat stomach into his.

Yori's butt felt different than Kim's too. Yori's was softer and slightly bigger, not as toned and not as rounded as Kim's. Not as easy to squeeze...

To squeeze...Kim's butt.

Yori's butt.

He was squeezing Yori's butt!

Oh my God! What was he doing?

He suddenly and violently pushed Yori off of him, having to use all of his strength to do so. She stumbled back, tripping over the leg of a chair and falling onto his bed as he trembled in the corner, breathing hard and fast, feeling sick to his stomach.

What had just happened? What had he done!?

He tried to sort through his racing, jumbled thoughts.

Yori had kissed him.

And he'd kissed back...

It hadn't been long. He knew that. Even though it had felt like forever, the passionate kiss had only lasted about 10 seconds.

What was wrong with him? His whole life ruined for what?... 10 seconds of pleasure?! And not even real pleasure! Nothing compared to the total and complete contentment he felt when he was kissing Kim. Not even close.

As the realization that he'd just cheated on the most beautiful, most perfect girl in the world fully hit him, he distantly felt himself crumple to the floor.

Why, why, why...why had he been so stupid? Why had he let his stupid hormones get the best of him? Kim...

Kim.

Kim was gonna be so mad.

But worse than that...she was gonna be so hurt.

He buried his head into his hands, more disgusted with himself than he'd ever been in his life.

And after all the times he'd reassured her. Told her that she was being silly for ever thinking he liked Yori more than her. Told her that she was the only one he would ever love. Told her that nothing would ever happen with Yori and she had nothing at all to worry about.

It was all a lie.

Or at least to her it would be. He knew that Kim was the only girl he could ever love, knew she was the only one he wanted to spend his life with. But she didn't know that, not for certain, regardless of how many times he'd told her.

His mind flashed to that night in the car, when she'd spilled her heart out to him, laying out all of her insecurities for him to see and judge. He'd tried his hardest to build her self-esteem back up. Told her she was the most beautiful girl in the world. That no girl could ever measure up to her.

And then after all that...he'd kissed another girl. And not just any girl. Yori. The one she'd been worried about from the beginning.

He was a monster. An absolute dirtbag. Scum. Filth. He didn't deserve a girl as wonderful as Kim. He didn't deserve anyone.

As he felt the inevitable tears begin to stream down his face, he hated himself so much that he just wanted to die. He wanted a meteor to fly down from the sky and rip him into little pieces of burning flesh. He hoped it was painful. He hoped he suffered.

Then as he was wallowing in his own grief, a tentative hand rested itself on his shoulder and he heard a soft voice above his right ear.

"Ron-san?" Yori asked worriedly, "Are you alright?"

After a moment trying to compose himself enough to speak, he gave up and managed to choke out, "Just get out. Please."

Yori hesitated, not sure whether to press her company on him or not. Even though she knew that what she had done had completely destroyed him, she didn't regret it. She'd been dying to kiss him for so long now, and whatever came after was totally worth it. But he looked so broken that she felt she had to try again, "Ron-san. It will be alright."

She moved to wrap herself around him in a comforting gesture, but the second her arms made contact with him, he shoved her roughly back.

"I SAID GET THE HELL OUT!" he yelled at her as she looked at him, startled and hurt.

He was sure he'd woken the whole school up, but he didn't give a damn. He just buried his head into his knees and listened to Yori's retreating footsteps scurry out his door before shutting it softly behind her. Then, when he thought he it wasn't possible to feel any guiltier than he already did, he realized that he felt bad for yelling at her.

God, he was a moron. He felt the tears come faster.

After sitting, curled up in the corner, hating himself for a good half hour, he decided it was time to stop putting of the inevitable.

He needed to call Kim. He had to tell her what happened.

As much as he didn't want to, she needed to know. If there was any chance for their relationship to survive this he had to do all he could to help.

He would not just let her go. Not when they were so perfect for each other.

He would stand outside her door, get down on his knees, and beg for her to forgive him every day of the rest of her life if he had to...but he would not give up. He needed her more than he needed food to eat and air to breathe.

So he took a deep breath, wiped the tears from his eyes, and hit the speed dial number one button on his communicator.

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Wow. Drama, drama, and more drama! I'm really sorry it took so long for me to update, but I hope the chapter was good enough to be worth the wait. Please leave a review to tell me what you think!