I've decided to speed things up a little so the next few chapters will be getting serious and down to the point of the end. Thanks to those who reviewed!
Nukpana placed on jeans, boots, a long sleeve shirt and headed out the door. They had just gotten back at seven in the morning, giving her a few minutes to dress like a teenager. She hated the jeans, saying she needed to wear something more…loose. Monty simply blushed and glanced away at this.
As she walked off towards school, she double checked to make sure she had her necklace on. That was probably the object she most cared about in the whole world. It meant so much to her…she smiled softly, her fingertips lightly touching her name under the shirt.
By eight, she had entered the building. She was tired from the fight yesterday and from what she had to put up with at the convention thing this morning. Despite Monty telling them to leave her be she noted that Shego was whispering things to her master, then he'd chuckle or snicker. (A/N Note: Shego and Drakken are not "Slave and master" but since we're seeing things from Nukpana's view…yeah.)
Plus, she thought as she opened her locker, DNAmy kept turning around to flutter her eyes at Monty. Of course this made Monkey Fist shiver in disgust, but she couldn't help but feel jealous. Never in her life would she be able to pluck up the courage and show any affection to her master in public, rarely when they were alone.
"Matilda…why are you growling?" Ron's nervous voice broke her thoughts, shattering them into millions of pieces. None of them realized it yet, but this meant that since shards of thoughts were on the floor, metaphorically speaking, Team Possible would have to be wary of where they stepped.
"What?" She blinked, obviously confused. "I'm…oh!" She blushed, not realizing she had growled with restrained anger. "Sorry, I was trying to clear my throat. Where's Kim?"
Ron leaned against the locker, "She's running late; still tired from the fight yesterday. How are you holding up?" He glanced at her back, her shirt hiking up an inch, "I see you put bandages around you like a mummy."
"Hm? Oh yes, my…guardian saw it and helped. He was quite surprised that I fought." Nukpana chuckled, "He was proud." For a moment she started to get lost in thought.
"Wade had called me earlier; something about Monkey Fist." Ron stated casually.
As if a reflex, the black haired girl slammed her locker. "What? I mean…what about him?" She turned to face him, her thoughts that were shattered earlier coming back slowly.
The blonde inhaled, ready to speak what appeared to be a long explanation…when his eyes sharpened. He noticed something about her. But what? Nukpana mentally thought over what she had put on, wondering what she had missed. She put on a shirt, pants, boots, combed her hair, hid her necklace…she forgot to put on her contacts!
Immediately she turned away, panic going through her blood. "…Uh…are you okay?" Ron hesitated.
"Y-Yes, it's just…pink eye. I need to go, sorry!" She ran outside as soon as the tardy bell rang.
…What had Wade called about involving her master?
After seeing his girl run off to the public school, Monty felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. Stretching, he went upstairs and collapsed in his bed. It was so warm…and soft. But his bed wasn't soft…
Opening his eyes, he inhaled sharply; he had walked into Nukpana's room instead of his own! But…but why would he do such a thing? On a subconscious level, perhaps he wanted to crawl in her bed for a while. This made him blush; why?
Thankfully, however, sleep overtook him.
His hair covered hands, his monkey paws, roamed around a young body. They caressed every curve. The girls' skin was soft, smooth. His nails sunk into several parts, breaking skin, listening to the girl gasp softly.
His eyes looked up to see…Nukpana!
She had her head tilted back, exposing her neck. Monty leaned forward to bite it, listening to her whine softly. Her back arched up, her lower body pressing against his firmness. He hisses softly at this, ready to…
"Master?" The girl's voice woke him from his light yet dirty slumber.
Monty sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. How long had he slept? By glancing at the clock, he figured an hour or so. "What are you doing here? School just started!" She was panting from the run, he assumed.
Placing her book bag down, she answered, "I had forgotten my contacts…I told Ron that I had pink eye and ran off. I'm…what are you doing in my bed?" Her voice had started off as worry; panic…now it was full of curiosity and amusement.
He hesitated, obviously trying to think of an excuse. When none would come up, he confessed, "I like your bed better…it is much softer than my own. I suppose you can skip school today…"
"Master…" She suddenly spoke up, "Ron said something…that Wade, that computer guy…he said you were up to something. Will you…will you tell me what?"
Suddenly Monty was speechless, his eyes huge.
He was debating; lie or give up what he had been researching for weeks?
Next chapter: We see what he's searching for; Kim and Ron talk about her at school. Review please!
