Disclaimer: Kim Possible and all IP as it is presented in the canon animated television series is Copyright and Trademark by the Disney Company, using characters originally created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle. This is a transformative fan fiction work.
The Specter of Death, Chapter Twenty-One
Story Copyright © Dale W. Robbins (crimsonhawk)
Kim Possible snuggled up next to her girlfriend, Shego, on the air mattress within their tent. They were camped on the shore of a beautiful waterfall grotto on an uncharted Hawaiian island that belonged to Doctor Drakken. Night had fallen and the two lovers had settled down for bed.
Kim wanted to say all sorts of wonderful things to Shego in return for the day they had just spent together. As far as Kim was concerned, Shego deserved every ounce of love that the hero's heart was giving to the ex-villain. And Kim wanted to scream it to the world. But Kim also knew that there was only so much sugar Shego could stand in one day. So Kim contented herself in holding Shego and snuggling up with her.
The warmth of Shego's body was a sharp contrast to the air outside. Being on a small tropical island next to a cool, fresh water grotto meant that the air was comfortable, if not cool. Shego's body was unnaturally warm, as if the woman were running a fever. In Vancouver, this was a blessing from on high. Here, it was like adding heat to a hot summer night.
That wasn't helping Kim out any on the hormone front. Despite the fact that the two of them had made out with each other throughout the afternoon and evening, Kim's libido was still running amok. And Shego's warm body was only making matters worse.
Kim tried to settle down and go to sleep. It was only fair to Shego. Shego had given today to Kim and did everything that Kim had wanted to do. Kim was fairly sure that Shego was ready to sleep now. She didn't want to upset her lover by keeping her up all night. Again.
"Your engine's still revved up, eh, Pumpkin," Shego's voice said, cutting through Kim's reverie like a knife. The hint of amusement in Shego's voice was very pronounced.
"My body's responded to today something fierce," Kim admitted, letting go of Shego and rolling onto her back. "But I don't want to keep you up."
Shego rolled over onto her other side so as to face Kim. "Kimmie, if you constantly worry about things like that, we'll never..." Shego then leaned in seductively so that her lips was mere inches away from Kim's. "...get ...anything ...done."
"Sheila," Kim whispered, as if in protest. But she knew her body was not protesting anything at all.
Shego gently licked at Kim's lips with the tip of her tongue, the ex-villain's fingers gently gliding down Kim's neck and over her collar bones.
"My motor's running, too," Shego whispered huskily.
Shego planted a series of gentle kisses on Kim's lips as the older woman's fingers traced along the contours of Kim's petite breasts. Kim arched her back involuntarily to accept the sensations that Shego's fingers were offering. Kim moaned softly, her eyes now shut, as she reached her arms up and around Shego's shoulders.
Kim tried to return Shego's kiss passionately, but Shego broke the kiss with a gentle nibble at Kim's lower lips. Shego then started to kiss and lick gently down Kim's chin and neck. Shego's fingers ended their ministration on Kim's breasts and started to trail teasingly down Kim's hard abs. Kim moaned more loudly and arched her back further in anticipation of Shego's hot breath and warm lips on her breasts.
The electrical feeling of desire ransacked Kim's body as Shego's tongue met its target. Shego kissed first one breast, then the next, as the ex-villain's fingers glided over Kim's womanhood. Kim's hips bucked slightly to the touch, her arms tightening her embrace of Shego's head as she leaned her own head forward to bury her lips in the mass of raven black hair.
Shego positioned two fingers over Kim's warmth then looked up into the hero's olive eyes. The glint of mischief shone brightly in the woman's emerald eyes as she paused and considered her lover's reactions.
Kim's hips began to buck slightly against those two fingers, her wanton desire perfectly clear in her eyes. "Oh, God, Sheila," Kim begged plaintively. "Don't stop there. Do it. Do me. Please."
Shego grinned evilly. Kim knew that even though Shego was technically a hero once again, the idea of having Kim begging the ex-villain for mercy was something Shego thoroughly enjoyed. Kim allowed herself to play the role of the submissive every once in a while since she knew it was something that really turned on her partner's more dominant personality.
"So you really want it?" Shego asked for clarification, making the matter no easier as she teasingly licked at one of Kim's breasts again.
"Please, Sheila, I'm begging you now," Kim whimpered between moans. "I need it. I need you. Now. Please."
Shego gave a satisfied purr as she leaned her elbow up, prepared to drive her fingers deeply into Kim's moist warmth...
...and then she collapsed onto the air mattress.
"What?" Kim gasped hoarsely, her body raging in frustration as her mind reeled with fear and concern. "Sheila?"
Then Kim noticed a tiny sliver of moonlight, like a pinpoint, on the wall of the tent. Kim's eyes followed the beam of moonlight from the tent wall down to Shego. That's when the redhead noticed it.
A tiny dart, implanted into the back of Shego's shoulder.
Kim quickly sat up in a panic, all of her sexual tensions disappearing in an instant. She plucked the dart from Shego's shoulder and rolled the older woman over onto her back. Kim quickly checked for a pulse.
"No pulse," Kim muttered shakily. "No pulse! Oh, God! No! Sheila! No!"
Kim immediately started to administer CPR on Shego, the bed bouncing violently with each pump Kim performed on Shego's chest. After each repetition, Kim checked for a pulse and still did not find any.
"Sheila! Sheila!" Kim screamed. "No! Don't leave me! Don't leave me like this! Please!"
"It would not be the first time someone you allegedly loved has died because of you," a familiar voice cut through the night from outside of the tent. "Is it not, Possible-san?"
"Yori," Kim growled, rolling off of the bed and grabbing a robe before thrusting her way out of the tent.
As Kim emerged, donning the robe, Yori stood several yards away, surrounded by a small cadre of monkey ninjas, all of whom were in battle stances.
Kim studied the scene with wide eyes, not believing what she was seeing. "Your vendetta against me has gotten to the point that you'll kill innocent people and ally yourself with... with Monkey Fist?" To Kim, it all seemed too incredible to believe, even considering Yori's recent actions.
"Shego-san is anything but innocent," Yori growled. "And Fiske-sama merely provided a means through which I could finally avenge Ron-kun's death."
"You may avenge his death," Kim hissed, dropping into a battle stance of her own. "But it will have been done without honor. Is that what you want?"
"Typical prattle of a scared child begging for her life," Yori commented dismissively. "Considering for what you were just begging mere moments ago, that does not surprise me at all."
"You fucking bitch!" Kim screamed, charging at the Yamanouchi ninja.
Yori backflipped out of the way as eight monkey ninjas leapt in front of Kim and then sprang forward onto the hero. Kim went tumbling backwards, the monkey ninjas hanging onto various parts of her body as they tumbled along with her. Kim kicked two of the ninjas off of her legs before rolling back and regaining her footing.
Yori cleared her backflip with a cat-like crouch, throwing three shuriken in a smooth flick of her wrist.
Kim spun slightly, allowing two of the monkey ninjas hanging on her right side to catch the shuriken in their backs. Those two ninjas dropped off of Kim in a groggy slump, freeing Kim's right arm.
Kim hefted herself into a handstand as Yori charged forward with two tonfas in hand. Kim performed a spin-kick at the Yamanouchi ninja, forcing Yori to arch her back as she slid past the hero. Kim used the momentum of her spin to extend her left arm out and clock Yori in the back of the head with two of her own monkey ninjas. Those two monkey ninjas fell off of Kim's left arm unconscious as Yori tumbled haphazardly across the shore of the pond.
The two remaining monkey ninjas latched onto Kim's back and tried to maneuver themselves to better aid their leader. One scrambled onto Kim's shoulders and wrapped its hands around the redhead's eyes. The other dropped down and wrapped its arms and legs around Kim's ankles.
Yori spun around and charged at Kim again. Despite the monkeys' chittering, Kim heard the sound of Yori's footsteps on the grassy shore. Kim desperately spun her back in Yori's direction, forcing Yori to accidentally clobber the monkey ninja on Kim's shoulder into unconsciousness. Kim then did a handstand flip to drive the monkey around her ankles onto the top of Yori's head. Yori's chin hit the dirt as the final monkey ninja collapsed onto his leader's back.
Kim kicked back to her feet and assumed a battle stance as Yori rolled out from under her minion into a cat-like crouch.
"A brilliant performance, Kim-san," Yori commended. "Much better than when we fought in Middleton. But it will avail you not, as I will still kill you and avenge Ron-kun's death."
"Before... before you kill me," Kim asked, clearly out of breath. "Answer me one question."
"You do not deserve such an honor," Yori said simply. "But I shall grant it to you nonetheless."
Kim took a deep breath and steeled herself. "Did you know that Middleton is currently victimized by a mind control effect ran by Electronique?"
Yori stood up from her stance, looking at Kim in confusion. "What?"
Kim pressed the matter, still maintaining her stance. "Electronique currently has control of the entire town of Middleton's electrical power grid and she's using it as a transmitter for a subtle mind control effect. It's causing everyone in Middleton to hate me."
Yori narrowed her eyes at Kim at that point. "You lie to preserve your own life."
"If you just killed Shego," Kim spat, "then why would I want to live? I tried to run away and kill myself after Ron died. I'm alive today only because of Shego. Who's going to stop me from killing myself now that Shego's gone?"
"You... you tried to kill yourself?" Yori asked, even more confused. "Because Ron-kun had died? But... but that makes no sense. When I landed in Middleton, I could sense it clearly in the very air. You were to blame for..."
"That's Electronique's mind control talking, Yori!" Kim yelled, snapping the ninja out of her reverie. "She's trying to play you against me so that I can't stop her from whatever it is she's doing."
Yori said nothing. She was looking down and to the side, as if considering something off in the distance.
"After Ron died," Kim continued, "I was able to defeat Electronique and Aviarius. It took some doing without Ron's help but I did it. I sent them both to the Crate."
Yori looked back up at Kim, the hate in her eyes boiling over.
But Kim pressed on. "But Electronique escaped not even a month later. You know who helped her escape?"
Yori narrowed her eyes at Kim again. "Dare I ask?"
Kim looked around at the littered bodies of monkey ninjas on the shore of the grotto. She then looked back up at Yori.
"Monkey Fist."
"You lie," Yori hissed.
"Think about it, Yori!" Kim said, tapping her temple with a finger. "What was the deal you cut with Monkey Fist."
"He broke me out of prison and gave me the information I needed to track you down," Yori answered. "He also promised to help me track down Electronique."
"How do you think he knows where Electronique is, Yori?" Kim asked.
Yori paused at that. The look of confusion settled back onto her face.
"How do I know you're not just making all of this up, Possible-san?"
"Isn't there some mystical ki method of searching a person's soul or something," Kim responded.
"There is," Yori nodded, sheathing her tonfas. "It calls upon the inner spirits of the people present, as well as the spirits of the deceased and the Shinto spirits nearby."
Kim rose up from her battle stance. "Then I submit myself to that ritual."
Yori nodded gravely before stepping up to Kim. Kim stood resolute against the ninja, her body tensed up to respond to any betrayal. Yori's chocolate-kissed eyes looked up into Kim's olive eyes, then closed as she performed a series of elaborate kata hand gestures between the two of them.
Kim was momentarily blinded by a flash of light. Cursing her own gullibility, Kim tried to shake off the blindness and drop into a battle stance. But, as her vision cleared, she was shocked at what she saw.
The two women were no longer in the grotto. Kim wasn't entirely sure where they were. The landscape seemed flat and featureless, what little of it could be seen through the thick haze of supernatural fog wafting about. Kim felt an unnatural chill, as if she didn't belong there. Motes of dark light swirled around each of the women, as if driven by curiosity to investigate these new presences.
Yori studied Kim carefully. "Ron-kun did mention one time that it was difficult for you to tell a lie without it being easily read upon your face," Yori admitted finally. "Your soul speaks plainly as well."
"It's... speaking?" Kim asked, looking around.
"For one who knows how to read a soul," Yori replied, "it is a simple matter of listening to it much as one listens to a book as they read it."
"Oh," Kim breathed, holding back her blush as best as she could. "So, I'm an open book now, huh?"
"Much more open than your average soul," Yori agreed. "It would seem that you feel that you have little to hide."
"That's because I don't," Kim pointed out. "Everything I've said is the truth to the best of my knowledge. I wish you'd've listened to me before you killed Shego."
As Kim spoke that last part, her voice cracked and her eyes began to well up in tears.
"She's always been one to heed her own words before others, KP," came an eerily familiar voice from nearby. "You'll get used to it, trust me."
"Ron?" Kim gasped, blinking the tears from her eyes and looking around.
"That's my name, don't wear it out!" Ron laughed as the blond-headed boy emerged from the mists near the two women. He wore a white Yamanouchi gi uniform and that boyish smile with which Kim had fallen in love over two years ago.
"Ron," Kim breathed, taking a step back involuntarily. She could scarcely believe what she was seeing.
"I did not know your spirit was nearby, Ron-kun," Yori admitted, visibly less shaken than Kim was.
"Yeah, I've been kinda watching over KP since my death and all," Ron said, scratching the back of his head. "I can't leave my best friend hanging like that, right?"
"Is it really you?" Kim asked, stepping towards Ron. "I mean, really, really you?"
"Yep, it's really, really me," Ron laughed, arms open in pride. "100% bonefide Ron-man in da house."
"It can be a disorienting experience the first time one enters the Spirit Realm," Yori said, stepping up next to Kim. "But this truly is the spirit of Ron-kun."
"If it makes you feel any better, KP," Ron said, stepping up to the two women, "I can tell you exactly what we were doing the moment I confessed to you."
Kim nodded. It was common knowledge that Ron confessed to Kim the night of their junior prom during the Diablo disaster. But it was not common knowledge exactly what the two of them were doing the moment Ron spoke his confession—or what exactly he said.
Ron leaned in and whispered something into Kim's ear. After a few moments of whispering, Kim's eyes went wide and her sudden smile threatened to snap her head in half. "RON! IT IS YOU!"
Kim wrapped her arms around Ron and hugged him tightly. She didn't want to let go. Ever.
"Oh, my God, Ron," Kim sobbed softly into the boy's shoulder. "I've missed you. I've missed you so damned much."
Yori cocked a brow at that proclamation. "And she speaks truly. How can that be? She moved on so quickly to Shego."
"Because I gave her my blessings," Ron pointed out, patting Kim on the back. "I mean, sure, a woman loving a woman like that is freaky-deaky weird, doubly so when the other woman is evil fiery-hands-of-death Shego. But KP seems so happy with her. And Shego hasn't done her wrong yet."
"So, you've been watching over me?" Kim asked shakily. "You've seen... everything?"
"Well, I do try to give you some privacy, KP, sheesh!" Ron laughed while he rolled his eyes. "The Ron-man ain't that rude. Mostly. But, yeah, I have seen some of the freaky stuff you've done with Shego. How come you and I never tried any of that stuff?"
Kim hugged onto Ron even more tightly on that note. "Oh, Ron, I'm so sorry. If I'd known sex was that good, you'd've had me every single night. And my dad would have killed us both. But I let you die a virgin. I feel so bad now."
Ron and Yori looked at each other and each bit his or her lower lip pensively.
Kim caught the glances. "Um, you did die a virgin, right?"
"Um," Ron muttered, scratching his head.
"You see, Kim-san," Yori breathed, looking away, shuffling slightly on her feet.
Kim looked between Ron and Yori and her eyes went wide.
"It happened during one of my trips to the ninja school long before you and I became an item, KP," Ron admitted. "Yori and I gave our virginities to each other. That's why it was so hard for me to admit to her about our relationship at first."
"Because of that," Yori added, "A part of me will always and forever be with him. Even here, in the Spirit Realm."
"And you never said anything to me about this... why?" Kim asked Ron as she looked at him in disbelief.
"Before we started dating, it was something that was just between Yori and I," Ron confessed. "It wasn't really anybody else's business, even yours. Then, after we started dating, I was... well... um..."
"Scared I would get angry with you about it?" Kim offered, subconsciously stroking a couple of fingers across Ron's cheek. "Break up with you over it?"
"Yeah, something like that," Ron agreed, sighing. "I mean, how do you even confess to something like that without sounding like a total douchebag?"
"By being straightforward and honest," Yori said, stepping up to Ron and Kim. "Something like that should not be difficult for someone as brave and strong as you, Ron-kun."
"Yeah, brave and strong, we'll run with that," Ron replied, rolling his eyes.
Kim chuckled at that. "Running is how you got to be so strong, Ron," she laughed.
"Ha! Ha! It is to laugh," Ron muttered.
Yori couldn't help but chuckle herself. "It is so good to see you again, Ron-kun. It has been good for my soul, to say the least."
Kim laid her head on Ron's shoulder and patted his chest. "So, are we all good here?"
Yori nodded. "Perhaps I have been wrong in my vendetta against you, Kim-san."
"Perhaps?" Ron said, his voice carrying the sarcasm very well. "As in, kinda-sorta or maybe? No, girl, you were totally wrong. But I can't blame ya. I'd like to think a part of me will always be with you, too."
"You do not know how much those words mean to me, Ron-kun," Yori smiled.
"Speaking of confessing love to each other," Kim chimed in, glancing around with sad eyes once more, "I just thought of something. If this is the realm of the dead, shouldn't Shego be somewhere nearby, too?"
"Oh, she's not dead," Ron corrected. "Speaking of which... INCOMING!"
Suddenly the fog lifted as if it had been a linen sheet torn violently from a bed. Kim stumbled back and shook her head from the disorientation. She was back at the grotto.
And Yori was flying across the shore, away from Kim, carried along by a fiery green plasma blast. Yori hit a nearby tree and slumped to the ground.
Kim spun around to see Shego standing there, ragged and groggy, holding herself up with one hand on a knee while the other hand was outstretched.
"Shego!" Kim cried, running up to the woman. The she spoke more softly. "Sheila, you're alive. Thank God you're alive."
"Please," Shego laughed raggedly. "A tranq dart, even one that powerful, is nothing against my healing factor. I just need a few more moments to rest."
"Why did you shoot Yori like that?" Kim asked, helping Shego into a sitting position on the shore.
"You two were just staring at each other like you were in some kind of Mexican standoff or something," Shego explained. "I had to get the battle going somehow."
"Oh, you 'got it going' quite nicely," Yori hissed, stalking towards the two women. Her tonfas were back in her hands.
Kim stood up quickly and jumped in front of Shego. "Yori, wait! Shego wasn't in the Spirit Realm with us. She doesn't know we came to an understanding!"
"Oh, we came to an understanding, all right, Kim-san," Yori agreed, her eyes twitching with a maniacal glint. "But I still have to report back to Monkey Fist with photographed evidence of your death!"
Kim looked queerly at Yori for a moment. She then got a stern look to her face as she nodded grimly.
With that, Yori charged and tackled Kim, causing the two women to tumble violently across the shore of the grotto.
Shego stood up unsteadily and looked on after the two women. "Did I do that?"
Kim kicked Yori off of her and then kicked up into a battle stance. "Yori, I don't want to fight you. I never did want to fight you."
Yori smiled. "Then that makes things so much easier for me." With that, Yori charged Kim again.
"Oh, no you don't, bitch!" Shego yelled, unsteadily firing a volley of plasma blasts at the back of the ninja.
In mid-stride, Yori leapt into a backflip, allowing the plasma blasts to sail harmlessly underneath her.
Kim's eye's went wide. "Oh, shit."
Before the she could dodge, the first plasma clocked Kim in the gut, sending her flying across the pond into the waterfall. The remaining blasts of the volley soon followed, knocking the hero unconscious.
As Yori landed, she threw several shuriken at Kim. They all embedded into the rock around the hero's body and exploded. The explosions sent Kim's body flying back across the pond. Kim tumbled into a heap on the shore several yards away from Shego.
"KIMMIE!" Shego screamed. She then spun on Yori. "You're going to pay for that, you fucking cunt."
"Really now?" Yori smiled. "How will you accomplish that when you're still so drowsy from my last dart that you haven't even noticed that I've attacked you with a second dart?"
Shego blinked and looked down at her leg. Sure enough, another dart was imbedded in her flesh.
"The first one was a tranquilizer dart, meant to draw Kim out into the open," Yori explained, walking up to Shego. "This one is a cyanide dart. And with your body still fighting the poison of the tranquilizer dart, you will succumb to the cyanide."
Shego stumbled a step forward, growling and clenching her teeth. "You cock-burgling fuck damn badger-cunt whore of a bitch. You'll pay for this, I swear."
"Oh, I'm sure I will," Yori smiled ruefully as she watched Shego drop to her knees.
Shego struggled to get back up onto her feet, but it was useless. The poison was running its course through her blood stream. The darkness was closing in on her.
"I'll... get... you... for... this...," Shego growled, right before her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she collapsed onto the ground.
The monkey ninjas, who had apparently regained consciousness, carefully approached Shego. One ninja checked Shego's pulse and gave a thumb's up signal as a second ninja took a picture using an instant camera. Another pair of monkey ninjas did the same with Kim.
"We leave their bodies to rot, then," Yori stated flatly as a monkey ninja handed her the two instant photos. "Let us take these pictures back to Fiske-sama."
With that, Yori and the monkey ninjas fled from the grotto as quietly as they had arrived. As promised, she left both Kim and Shego lying on the shore of the pond.
Monkey Fist sat on his throne in his lair, somberly considering some unknowable subject. He was roused from his reverie as Yori and eight of his monkey ninjas strode into the chamber.
"Ah, Miss Yori," Monkey Fist said pleasantly, standing up and approaching the Yamanouchi ninja. "You've returned. I do hope the gifts I've bestowed upon you have born fruit."
"Indeed they have, Fiske-sama," Yori agreed, handing the two instant photos to the master villain. "Team Possible has lost its two leaders. They will not be a bother to you, or anyone else, anymore."
Monkey Fist studied the pictures carefully and smiled. "Indeed. It would appear that both Kim Possible and Shego are now dead. My monkey ninjas would not lie about the lack of a pulse. Stoppable's death has now been avenged and my plans may now proceed unhindered."
"What would you have me do, Fiske-sama?" Yori asked, drawing the villain's attention away from the photos.
"Oh?" Monkey Fist asked carefully. "I had assumed that once your quest to avenge Stoppable's death was complete, you would deign to not associate with me any further."
Yori shook her head. "For one, Fiske-sama, I have now committed murder. Do you truly believe me to still be the hero I have been claiming to be?"
Monkey Fist only smiled knowingly at that one. Ah, the uses one could have for a rogue Yamanouchi ninja.
"For two," Yori continued, "Ron-kun's death has not been completely avenged. There is still the matter of the woman whose hands actually killed him."
"Indeed," Monkey Fist smiled maniacally. "I did promise you Electronique, didn't I?"
Monkey Fist began to laugh maniacally as Yori watched the villain without emotion. All of the monkey ninjas in the room began chittering along with Monkey Fist's laughters.
[END CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE]