As I post Chapter 29, here are the polls as they stand now:

Regarding the Specific Request Tote Board:

The return of Mama Lipsky/Mastermind – 2 votes

Ron being "attacked by crazed supermodels" per his "wish" in the episode "Exchange." – 4 votes

The return of Camille Leon – 2 votes

The votes for the "Final Five":

Shego – 8 votes

Tara – 7 votes

Bonnie – 6 votes

Yori – 6 votes

Vivian – 3 votes

Electronique – 3 votes

Joss – 3 votes

Betty – 2 votes

Amelia – 2 votes

Monique - 1 vote

Yoshi – 1 vote


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Chapter 29 – Onsen Redux

The estate had once belonged to a Columbia drug lord.

He had enjoyed immense wealth and a thriving business built upon the suffering deaths of uncountable numbers of victims and addicts. And he enjoyed near invulnerability, unencumbered by extradition laws or the interference of a corrupt local government and police force who were paid to look the other way. He had been deemed untouchable by every international law enforcement agency in the world.

That is until the head of a bigger criminal enterprise had decided that they needed his mansion as one of their new bases of operations.

Said drug lord had gone to bed one night in his master bedroom only to awaken 36 hours later in the bedroom of one of Kim Jong-un's mistresses.

The men who awakened him with the less than gentle prodding of automatic weapons were members of the Bowibu, the North Koreans' name for the secret police arm of the National Security Agency.

Nothing more is known of his subsequent disposition or whereabouts.

The current "owner" of the estate was away on business when an elderly couple showed up in ill-fitting staff uniforms.

No one thought to question their credentials, though the old man seemed a little long in the tooth to be the new butler, and the maid was clearly going to have a little trouble with the stairs. But there had been a lot of turnover in staff since the old master and disappeared and the new owner was still having equipment brought in and hiring new security while conducting business elsewhere.

Where was the security threat in an old man who needed a cane to walk across the room and and elderly woman who hunched over and shuffled as she walked?

No one thought that the old man bore any resemblance to a certain action-star from the early sixties.

Or could imagine that the elderly woman had once trained with Shaolin monks to perfect the ancient art of Peng Lang Chuang kung fu. And, after becoming a top aviatrix, had gone on to be first woman to successfully complete the navy's underwater-demolition training program.

So no one thought anything when they had disappeared upstairs for awhile…

Or, perhaps, forever. The old man and the old woman were never seen again.

No one noticed the young man and the young woman who left the grounds some forty-five minutes later, garbed in the latest stealth technology. They were too well-trained and too athletic to trip any alarms or be noticed by anyone not actively searching for them.

At the boundaries of the estate, the young man paused at the top of the wall, crouching in a pose eerily reminiscent of the Fearless Ferret. "I wish we could have taken it with us. Think of what this would mean to all of your friends back at Chez Leisure!"

"I know, Timothy," his companion answered. "But taking the Juvenator now would just alert this Mastermind that there are two new pieces on the board and endanger everyone we know and love...including Mr. Simmons, Mr. Stanley, and Mrs. Greenfield."

"You're right, as always, my dear," the impressively muscled young man conceded. "Preparation first. Then we can bring this Overlord of the Underworld to Justice! And we'll be free to come out of the shadows, ourselves!"

"We need to go, Tim," the lovely young woman said affectionately. "You can monologue back at the cave, later."

RSVP

"First of all, allow me to extend a cordial welcome to the ranks of world-class villains, Miss Possible," the big man spoke from the hoverpod's view screen. "As you know I, myself, do not aspire to evil plans and purposes. I am but a humble businessman—an entrepreneur, really—who engages in transactions with parties on both sides of the proverbial fence. A neutral party—"

Kim snorted.

"—who serves a purposes in a world of many shades of grey," he finished.

"Like fifty?" Kim shot back.

Big Daddy looked puzzled. "Fifty what?"

"Shades…" Kim prompted.

"Fifty shades?" The big man still looked mystified. "Of what?"

"Never mind. Cut to the chase, B.D. I'm kinda busy here. Getting ready to torture a prisoner, ya know."

Bates gulped and struggled against the duct tape that held him fast.

Brotherson gave her an appraising look. "I've heard rumors of your—um—realignment. I see that it's all true!"

"Tick tock, Big D."

"Ah, yes, well—I am known as a procurer. A man who can find almost anything for any client, no matter what their needs or tastes. Until now, I have stayed out of human trafficking and the white slavery market but I am well acquainted with it. Recently, however, I have come into possession of some—well—choice merchandise. I'm sure to get some very competitive bids as soon as I post them on V-Bay…"

Brotherson's image was replaced with pictures of her former Mad Dog cheermates as well as Amelia—all wearing skimpy harem outfits and chained at the wrists and ankles.

Kim struggled to contain her anger, ramped up to an incendiary rage by the moodulation chip that was flooding her limbic system with a heady mix of adrenaline and disinhibitors. "So? Why tell me? If you're trying to taunt me, I'm out of the hero biz. If you want me to bid, I don't swing that way." Her lip curled at one end. "Not that there's anything wrong with that…"

"Kimzilla, you misunderstand me," Brotherson cooed, returning to the screen. "I just thought you might like to spare your friends any…indignities…that might come from being sold to some people out there with…untoward motivations…"

She shrugged, trying to keep her face a blank mask. "High school was so last year: I've moved on. On the other hand, if you were to offer me Bonnie Rockwaller, trussed up like a Christmas turkey…"

"Miss Possible, let us not play these games. I'm willing to spare these girls the ignominy of being sold like so much chattel. In fact, I'm happy to send them to you free of charge…"

The former redhead arched an eyebrow. "Free?"

Brotherson nodded. "In exchange for a small favor."

"Hello," she retorted, pointing her thumb back at herself. "Villain now. I don't do favors."

"Not even if it involves the man who killed your father and your brothers?"

Kim propped her feet up on the console of the hoverpod and crossed her arms over her chest. "Okay. I'm listening."

RSVP

The plan had been to bathe his little sister in the suite that Kyoko Yoshiko shared with Hana as his bathtub was currently on loan to Tara and Bonnie.

Although he hadn't planned on his sister's au pair and bodyguard assisting him in getting her cleaned up, he was grateful for the help as the toy-laden bubble bath progressed.

Thanks to the adrenalin rush of doing battle with hundreds of monkey zombies (or was that zombie monkeys?) Hana's big brother had been able to shrug off the pain and fatigue of his previous battle back at the zoo. But as the splashing and washing and rinsing progressed, he found himself zoning out and slumping a little.

Despite his best intentions to spend a little more quality time with his super-soaky sibling, he felt himself succumbing to the effects of two strenuous battles and an attempt to use Shego's altered powers to heal Tara without the benefits of his own Monkey Mojo.

Fortunately, Yoshi was right there, kneeling beside him, helping little Hana along with her ablutions, taking over as Ron increasingly slouched back on his heels and let the beautiful Asian woman take over.

He couldn't help but notice—through increasingly heavy-lidded eyes—how good she was with the little ninja-toddler, efficiently but affectionately washing Hana's hair and ears and even making a game of cleaning her sticky fingers and ticklish toes. Together, they looked like…

…family.

And, to his increasingly fuzzy vision, they looked like a once future snapshot of his family-to-be-that-never-was.

Except that Yoshi was older and taller than Yori.

But not that much older.

Or that much taller…

He had also thought her to be more…angular.

But her pale green smock had grown increasing clingy and transparent with repeated soakings from the excited tyke and he could see that Yoshi was neither angular nor overly thin after all. He closed his eyes out of respect for the sake of her modesty and the next thing he knew, he was sprawled on the bathroom floor, the sound of water in his ears as the tub began to refill.

"Ron-san," Yoshi was saying, "let me help you into the tub…"

He tried to move his leaden hands but other fingers were already plucking at his buttons.

"Already had a bath…" he mumbled as his shirt was eased off and pulled away.

"Well, you need another one," the soft voice gently remonstrated. "You need rest. And you cannot rest until you are clean."

"You'd be surprised…" he murmured. "Hana…?"

"Down for her nap."

"Smart…girl…"

"Smarter than you know." His pants were suddenly gone. "Stoppable-san, you need a belt with more notches. I did not even have to unbuckle it."

"Would explain a lot of things…" He reached down to cover his Fearless Ferret boxers but there was a sudden breeze and they had gone missing as well. "Um…this is awkward…"

"Do not think of this so, Ron-san. You know the customs and traditions of Japan. Think of this bathing chamber as your onsen," she said, easing him up to a sitting position. "I must help you into the water so think of me as your onsen geisha."

He did, indeed, know of the traditional bathhouse customs: Yamanouchi even had a co-ed onsen. But he also knew that the term "onsen geisha" had another connotation—one, that he was sure, was unintentional on her part.

As he was guided to the tub, he noticed that the light in the room had dimmed and was uneven, casting amorphous shadows on the walls. Scented candles flickered in the midst of fresh floral arrangements on the shelves and counter. The tub was clean and the water fresh and hot as he stepped in—how long had he been out?

As she helped him ease down into the soothing hot water, he heard soft music playing from somewhere behind him: Gagaku, kangen style. While Ron's western ears had never been overly fond of the sound of the biwa, koto, shamisen, fue, and tsuzumi, the selections that Yoshi had chosen were strangely soothing. His heart and mind seemed to ease along with the effects of the scented oils in the water. Eucalyptus and—if he could trust his banged and bloodied nose—rose geranium.

And now, another scent.

A small sake cup was touched to his lips. The chilled rice wine was a delicious contrast to the hot, scented water that lapped about his waist.

Just a sip and the cup was removed.

A hand dipped into the steaming water and rose again to trickle a small quantity up his forearm. The hand dipped again, spreading droplets up his bicep to his shoulder. It was a practical ritual, designed to warm the body above the waterline and bring relaxation with subtle touches—here and then there, and then all about until his back and chest and arms were wet and warm and relaxed.

He felt the touch of cool moistness on his lips and opened his mouth. A small slice of melon was placed on his tongue. As he slowly sucked and then chewed the sweet fruit, more hot water was dribbled over the nape of his neck.

"Relax, Stoppable-danna," she said softly. "A warrior must rest between battles if he is to overcome all of his foes."

Now the hand reached across his chest and took a rounded bar of white soap from the recess in the wall and dipped it into the water with a soft washcloth of the same color. His gaze followed the hand, the wrist, the arm that disappeared into the sleeve of an azure blue kimono swaddling the lovely Kyoko Yoshiko. Her long, glossy black hair was pulled up into a bun, held in place by a pair of ivory chopsticks. Her silken kimono had loosened and the sleeve was damp on the end where it had trailed in the water.

"Let this be your oashisu, your oasis," she murmured by his ear. "Take back your strength in repose…"

Slowly, almost sensuously, she began to wash him with her dominant hand, up his arm, around his neck, and down his other arm and hand. Then she dipped the cloth onto the water and re-lathered it, moving to his sternum, then down his chest, and around to his back.

He did not try to resist. He was well aware of the ancient Japanese customs of the onsen from his time at Yamanouchi. He relaxed, trusting to rituals established generations before, and passively allowed himself to be bathed, moving or shifting his position so as to assist in the stages of the outer cleansing.

Between the rewettings of the cloth, he was given refreshing bites of fruits and sips of chilled sake. As the bath progressed, he eased into a zen-like state as the soapy cloth worked its soothing magic across his abdomen. He was barely aware of her cooling her hands with ice when she deemed the heat of the water was becoming too oppressive. His buttocks were next and then—very, very gently—his genitalia.

In his deepening, meditative state, he departed this place and time and was back home…

…home with his loving wife, in the mountains of Japan…

The beaded perspiration on his face, mingled with the moisture of her minstrations, hid his tears from Yoshi. But he sighed and smiled and whispered: "Tsuma…"

Yoshi smiled sadly and murmured: "…Shujin…"

Yet she did not pause or linger but proceeded to the washing of his legs and finishing with his feet.

He bowed his head as he felt her cool hands slide shampoo through his hair, her fingers gliding through his locks with sensuous ease. The soapy liquid softened the friction of her fingertips as she massaged his scalp, driving him deeper into his trance and freeing his flesh from all earthly cares and discomforts.

RSVP

"Careful, girlfriend!"

Monique stuck her tongue out of the side of her mouth as she worked the serrated kitchen knife under her cast. "I gotta see," she told Zita. "Besides, I can't take the itching for another minute!"

"Well, if your leg is healed, you ain't gonna do yourself any favors by slashing it all to hell!" Zita argued.

"Stupid cast," the black woman grumbled as she tried to be a little more careful.

"Here," said a new voice, "let me try something…" Dr. Vivian Porter knelt next to her. Extending her index finger. A spark appeared at the tip and became a tiny jet of flame as the blonde scientist concentrated.

Monique felt the cast grow warm as Vivian's finger moved over its plaster surface but there was no lingering discomfort as the plasma-pointed digit slid down from her thigh to her ankle. In no time at all, it seemed, the cast was cut away and her leg emerged whole and unblemished. There wasn't even a scar from the bullet wound!

Standing slowly, Monique took a few careful steps and then began to dance around the chair and table with growing abandon. "I can walk! I can dance!" she crowed. "I can kick ass!" And to prove the latter point, she hauled off and kicked a monkey with sufficient force as to separate its head from its body and send it flying across the lobby where it narrowly missed Big Mike who was shoveling monkey corpses into a wheelbarrow.

"Hey!"

"Sorry," she answered, not looking very. "Thanks Viv, Zita! I'm getting' a shower, changed, and then I'm lookin' to celebrate! Who's with me?"

From the response of those still in the vicinity, it looked like Monique would have plenty of company.

RSVP

Elle didn't want to wake up right away.

She was warm and comfortable and laying on something soft for a change.

And then she remembered that she wasn't safe!

She had been on the run for days, now, sleeping on the ground and trying to avoid capture by both the minions of Dark Kim and law enforcement, as well.

And get to Ron.

The last thing that she remembered was engaging a veritable army of undead monkeys!

She sat up in bed with a start and looked around the unfamiliar room. It was nice. Like a swank hotel room with feminine touches. Not quite lived in—though there were clothes scattered about and the shower was going in the adjoining bathroom. Whoever lived here either hadn't been staying here very long or hadn't yet committed to it as a primary residence.

"How ya feeling, Sparky?" asked a familiar voice.

Elle swung her head about, looking for the source of that voice and fell back on the pillow as a wave of dizziness overtook her.

"Don't pop a fuse, Duchess. You're safe. As long as you behave." Shego leaned forward, into the light, as she pulled on a boot. "Scorch my fifteen-hundred thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets, and it'll be a whole 'nother story, though." The lights in the room had been dimmed, leaving her host's chair in relative shadow—made all the darker by the bright light spilling from the bathroom door in contrast.

"Where am I?" Electronique asked groggily.

"My suite," the other woman grunted, pulling on the other boot. "Though I imagine you're really wondering if you've found la casa de Stoppable. You have. As I recall, the last time that we spoke you were looking to have a palaver. I assume that your intentions are still non-hostile? Especially since you fried a bunch o' monkeys out in the street?"

"Oui…I…" Trying to sit back up she fell back on the pillow again as the room began to spin. "Ohhh…I am zo…drained…"

"Good. Probably best that we have this conversation now before you go getting all feisty, again." Shego stood and moved to the dresser. She wore a pair of black jeans that looked like they had been painted on. Aside from her boots, the only other garment that she wore was a towel draped across her shoulders. "You see, the last I checked, you were working for this guy named Mastermind. And even if it's true that you want to make nice with my boss, your boss doesn't. So we have a bit of a problem here." She dropped the towel on the floor and shook out her long ebony hair. There was a greenish flicker about her head and shoulders and, suddenly, the lustrous fall of blue-black hair fluffed out, just as dry and wavy as you please.

The sound of running water in the bathroom diminished and was suddenly silent as Shego rummaged through her drawers and produced a silk tank-top cami made of emerald green silk.

"Mastermind won't be a problem," Elle croaked, her throat gone suddenly dry as the ex-villainess pulled the garment over her head and adjusted the spaghetti straps as the soft, thin material draped over her impressive bosom and hung in a chic curtain about her torso.

"Oh? And why is that?" Betty Director asked, walking out of the bathroom, clad in only a towel.

Electronique stiffened in the bed as she recognized the head of Global Justice—albeit a younger version, sans eye-patch.

"At ease, Sparky," Shego soothed as she rooted through a jewelry box in search of the right accessories. "Betts, here, is a civilian, now. She's joined us—one of the Buffoon's Dragoons."

Betty frowned. "Sheila, you know how I feel about the B-word…"

Shego shrugged. "Not my nickname, Betts. You can thank Rockwaller for that one, I think." She pulled out a necklace with a moss agate pendant. "Now what's this about your boss? Has your loyalty shifted?"

"My loyalty shifted a long time ago. I would 'ave come zooner but I waz a preesoner."

"But you got away?" Betty asked, dropping her towel and rooting around in a suitcase for some underwear disguised as dental floss.

"Oui. But Mastermind—she is dead."

"She?" Betty shrilled.

"Dead?" Shego growled.

"Oui…"

"Who?" they both chorused.

"Eet was Miz Lipsky."

Both women stared at her with their mouths open.

"Dr. Drakken's m—"

"We know who she is, Sparky!"

"Are you sure?" Betty asked.

Elle nodded and Shego grew thoughtful.

"Yeah…yeah…it makes a lot of sense. That woman was batshit crazy…and I never really bought her whole obliviousness to Drew's career as an evil megalomaniac…"

"But you're sure that she's dead…right?" Betty prompted. "So that threat is actually averted?"

"From Mastermind; oui! But zhere is anuzer…"

Even though the walls were certified soundproofed by the architect and the construction crew, a few minutes later almost everyone on the floor could hear very explicit profanity erupting behind the door to Shego's suite.


ABOUT THE TITLE: Originally "Onsen" was the Japanese word for "hot springs" but it has come to mean both the bathing facilities designed for public use as well as the rituals associated with their use. "Redux" means brought back. I wasn't sure about repeating another bath scene so soon after the last one but there were reasons for it, plus, he was so dirty again…


A/N 2: As I mentioned before, tell me who should be winnowed down to the final five. Extra points for telling me why!


REVIEWS FOR CHAPTER 29

CajunBear73 12/6/12 . chapter 29

Gonna roll with the poll as things are. But holding out hope that Dark-Kim can be redeemed and come back to Ron. As for Yori, seems she may be part of other plans as this sprawl continues.

Some downtime here as Ron gets some second-home comfort from Yoshiko and the other girls recover from the battle. Still there's a lot of estrogen running rampant here and Ron's comment about running things is so very true...A hundred guys in a room and one woman enters, she's in charge...

Now Kim's got several of the girls from the aborted attempt to take down Duff? And soon Duff, too? Hope she doesn't hurt them or turn them to her 'cause'. Maybe they can keep Kim from going all bat-crap crazy as they explain what's been going on at home.

But I don't know how she'll take it, no matter what drives Kim's on.

CB73

That's the question, isn't it? What is Dark Kim all about? And does she even know? R~13


Sentinel103 12/6/12 . chapter 29

Well Betts and Shego just found out that bat shit crazy Moma Lipsky is an ex villain good now that they're brought up to speed...but I'm tellin' ya that sometime bat shit crazy finds a way to live.

Now Ron's getting a bath and one that a whole bunch of gals would like to be in on. Now couple that with Anti-Kim taking the gals. Oh yeah she needs more minions!

ST-103

Yes, more minions, please! R~13


Kenju 12/10/12 . chapter 29

Wow, I remember when this fic series was just starting out, I turn my back for awhile and come back to find it fully fledged and grown wings lol. All around you have a great series here dude, and I'm going to take my time rereading both parts for sure. Its rare to see someone tackle an actual SERIES as a project instead of just a stand alone fic or oneshot as has become the trend. This here? Awesome dude, flat out awesome.

Enough with the praise though, I'll squeeze plenty of that into more reviews later. Right now though I'm going to dive into the votes lol. You mentioned before how unrealistic a harem would be and not knowing how it could even work. Well, I can show you a way, it really depends on the characters in question in the end, and my votes are going to reflect that.

First up is Shego. The queen of snark and dark heroine/light villainess of the series and not to mention my all around favorite match for Ron. She's a strong and independent woman but more importantly she's not the type to form strong attachments or bonds. I see her as a becoming a very close friend of Ron's, friends with benefits even, but I don't think she would ever be the sort to settle down in life, its just not her. Stick with one guy? Sure, but marriage just isn't what she would be looking for. She would know he'd always be there for her and accept her with open arms, and could always crash with him if she needs or wants to. To me, that seems like the sort of thing she would really want in life. Because of this, she wouldn't really be all that bothered by Ron being with other girls/women since she herself wouldn't exactly be in a committed relationship with him, just tight friends who are closer than most.

Next up would be Vivian. She isn't the second highest on my list but a close third. I vote for her second because it fits with my building case of a working harem. Vivian has, like Shego, never really been one for relationships. She's had a pretty rough past in all, and never really developed much in terms of a social life. She's a full grown adult woman with the emotional and relationship experience of a young teen, tack onto that her scientific mind and thinking process and you end up with something similar to Shego but still very different. Her first love is and always will be science, nothing else will ever be able to trump it. She wants companionship, she wants affection, and she wants to experience a truly fulfilling relationship. But because that would still play second fiddle to her when stacked up next to science, she wouldn't in all fairness expect someone to be completely devoted to her when she herself isn't going to be completely devoted to them. Stability and dependability, that's what she wants, someone she knows would always be there for her, that she would never have to worry about leaving her or losing interest because of her desire to further her career. That and I feel there are far too few fics with her in existence. She was a great character who is woefully underused.

Third vote goes to Yori. No way around it, the young woman is completely and utterly dedicated to Ron in every way. He has saved her life several times and he is the chosen one of her order. There could be and is no greater honor she could hope for than to serve at his side for the rest of her life. I think its fair to say she does have feelings for him, but those feelings are deeply entwined with her sense of duty, honor and upbringing. She was raised as a ninja, not just an assassin but a servant, one who is sworn to a master and follows their word as law. There is also the little fact that she is carrying his child, and given just who Ron is, there is no way he would ever leave her out of his life. These two share a bond, not just their unborn child, and I don't see that bond coming undone. She's been there for him quite a bit in this story, to take that way would be cruel and beyond evil. Who knows, she might become something of a morality pet with Kim, or her child at least. Hope you don't do anything to her and you keep her in the group. Lastly, her culture isn't exactly against harems in general, especially since she was raised in the old ways.

Fourth vote, now this is a tricky one, but fourth vote goes to…Tara. She isn't my favorite, but she is a fan favorite and her character allows a lot of room to work with. Her complete devotion and adoration to Ron also means she is very flexible in many things. Her pilot's license also is a huge boon. That aside, she has pined for Ron for years and now she has her chance with him. Her friendly, outgoing and all around accepting personality means that she would be…well, okay with the other girls, provided she never feels like she is being pushed out. Her friendship with Bonnie helps in this regard. She's known Bonnie for years and knows what makes her tick and how she functions. Because of this she would recognize how Ron fits into the others lives as an anchor and dependable friend that's there for them. In short, she would know that the others need Ron in their lives in various ways, but at the same time would know they have no intention of taking him, not beyond the little piece they need in their lives. Also as I said, she's very social and I think she would actually enjoy having company around when Ron is off on a mission, etc. I see her being the primary one (at least as long as Kim is evil) that Ron himself needs, the one he comes home for and looks to comfort and help him. Lastly her bond with Bonnie isn't one that will ever break. While Bonnie and Ron might not work out in the long run, her friendship with Tara means even if she doesn't make the final five she could always turn up from time to time to spice things up lol.

My fifth and final vote goes to Joss. Yeah, odd I know, but I have always been a fan of the unusual and unique. Joss, like Vivian is a very rare character to see used outside of a small number of writers, and even then she has a small role when she does show up. In your story though she really has grown up and proved to be a very interesting character. Her youth also means she has a lot of room to grow in other ways. Not just the girls with Ron, but Ron's friends and his connections, Joss has the opportunity to not only become a match for Kim, but to surpass her because of their different personalities. She is more open and willing to accept others help and advice, she's not as ridged and unwavering as Kim on the one hand, but she is more adaptable and flexible. Personally I would love to see her grow into the young woman Kim could have been had she not, you know, turned evil. I see her continuing to grow closer to Ron and possibly becoming a protégé of Shego's. As Shego said, she's gotten an upgraded body, but she lacks experience and training. Given what happened last mission, I could see Shego taking the girls under her wings to teach them some moves, and Joss taking to it like fire on paint thinner. Between training with Ron and Shego, I see a serious bond developing and from there a strong relationship.

Well there you have it, my five votes AND how the harem situation could actually work lol. Hope this helps dude. I'll send you a PM soon, I don't have a profile but one of my clients lets me use theirs in exchange for editing his work.

See you around dude.

Wow! A series of in-depth PMs from Kenju with analysis and suggestions! I'm honored and intrigued. As to how it's going to shake out? Your analysis has opened some doors to possibilities I hadn't considered. R~13


masterbow 12/11/12 . chapter 29

so was the star wars shout out intentional? and dark you call that dark what else you got son!

Star Wars shout out? Oh yeah. And you'll find others reading through what CajunBear now deems a "sprawl." And a Fifty Shades of Grey shout out, too. As for "dark," I didn't mean to suggest that the previous chapter was to be the one that would take things "dark." The real dark stuff doesn't happen in a chapter and then get fixed right away. Real darkness builds and, if you don't have the stamina to go through it and outlast it, then it claims you. I think it claimed a few of my readers in Part I and I don't think that one ever got very dark… R~13


Shadenight123 12/17/12 . chapter 29

I read through the first RSVP and finished just now reaching here. Of course, I just had to review the entire thing in bulk: Wonderful! I'm actually feeling a lot of pity for Ron, mostly because he's beating himself to death (mentally speaking) for things that actually didn't really happen (Yori being still alive, Kim not actually having hated him) and the way it is now it's going to go even more down south! (Probably) Keep up the good work!

Thanks for the mass review! Go down south? Maybe not all the way to Antarctica…but I bet Ron will be able to see it from his bedroom window. R~13


Uberscribbler 8/13/13 . chapter 29

Almost caught up to where we left off, and finally its making more sense than before. Awful lot of pieces on still on the board, but I'm sure the author will provide some clearing before long.

Still think Hanna being acknowledged as Jonin for the shinobi simians is a thought too unsettling to have been voiced, kinda like reading the Necronomicon (the real one, not the mass market versions) aloud and in public.

Clearing? I still have a long list of KP characters yet to appear! There's Ned and Nanny Mane and-listen up people-where's Barkin? Clutter? You don't know the meaning of Clutter!

And now everyone will know its you, Uberscribbler! You're the one who reminded me of that silly little throwaway line about Hana and the monkey ninjas! What I do with that will be entirely YOUR fault! (Heh, always good to redirect the blame to the readers instead of taking responsibility for my own messes...) And while I have one of those mass market paperbacks of the Necronomicon, more importantly, I have an early edition of the actual Telenecromicon-the Phonebook of the Dead! Better yet, I keep Elvis on speed-dial... R~13


the Desert Fox 8/13/13 . chapter 29

I heard that Kim was spotted in England driving around a track in reasonably price car. At last count she was timed at 1:49:7.

Once again you've managered to lose me, Foxy. Are you getting into Uberscribbler's pharmaceuticals or raiding Sentinel's liquor cabinet?

Or is that just me? R~13


Some Dude 9/10/13 . chapter 29

I really like the shower scene. and not in a perverted way either which is surprising.

Well, again we're seeing the softer side of Bonnie (and not in a perverted way, either) and that always makes the former Queen B more compelling. Sort of like seeing Tara when she's surprisingly badass. Or...wait! You're talking about Yoshi, aren't you? Man, no more "Ron Gets A Bath" chapters! It's too confusing for me! R~13


cybercorpsesnake chapter 29 . 10/7/14

Vote would be for Shego she was cute and funny at the end. The scene with Ron was nice many things bought up there. Wondering where will Kim will store all her friends now that she has them or will they will be left to wonder her base of operations.

Looking forward to next chapter. Keep up the good work.

Thanks! Dark Kim can always drop them off at Senior Island. Señor Senior Senior could walk around in his bathrobe like Hef and...hmmmm...maybe another plot bunny here... R~13


Juicedmark chapter 29 . 10/8/14

I want to start off and say I love the story so far! I wish we didn't have to cut the numbers, but if it needs to be done, I'd have to say Shego, Electronique, Vivian, Tara, and Bonnie. For Shego and Electronique, I've always been a fan of redeeming characters and letting them have a chance of happiness, and with Shego and Electronique, both never really had normal relationships, so I don't feel as if either will have the engraved thought that a long term relationship can only be between two people, like the other girls may feel. With Vivian, I honestly see no stories with her and I think she should have her share of lovin (loven)? With Tara, she's been in love with ron for so long, that I can't see her giving up now when he's so close, or getting over ron if she doesn't end up with him. Bonnie.. I've always liked her character, and I like seeing the softer side of her. I kinda don't have much of a reason for her, but eh, I like her and don't see enough of her ending up with ron, or having a happy ending.

Interesting choices, J, and well defended. I'm adding your votes to the next chapter.

I don't know whether to group Bonnie with Shego and Electronique as she is a "bad girl" but not a super villain (though given the minions and the tech, who knows what could have happened! A giggling, blue Zonnie! Yikes!). But your point about the loneliness of the path that Shego and Electronique IS part of the themes I am endeavoring to explore here and I'm glad you're on board with that. Ditto for Bonnie's redemption, the softer side of Bon Bon. Tara? What a wealth of possibilities! She was the first to see Ron in a romantic light and there is a sweetness of personality there that seems to make some sort of a connection inevitable. Vivian? Yeah, not much in story files (though there appears to be some KIGO femslash that has recruited her. Wade has always been Kim's tech guy and Ron is stepping up and in need of a tech guy. With Kim and Wade out of his orbit (for now), Viv would seem to be just what the doctor ordered. Viv's going to have her hands full for awhile but she's definitely still interested. The question is, can she get Ron's attention? Actually the question is: Can anyone get Ron's attention! R~13