Thanks to HotarutheChainMaster, PengyChan & VampireNaomi for reviewing!
By the way, I have updated 'Healing of Mind & Body' & made a short story called 'Hana's Home'.
The story will soon be ending and we can go to the last installment! Yay! Plus there's been a little change in this chapter…
BY THE WAY! Again…I was watching Oh No Yono and was wondering…Does anyone else just LOOOOOVE when Ron shouts "Stay away from my sister" and tackles Monkey Fist down? XD I always replay that part because its just so funny how he tackles the man…Its so…Squeal! Lol.
Last Time:
"You heard me…or are you too stupid to understand such complex words?" He smiled sadistically when he saw Kim twitch, standing up with her fists balled up to her sides. He continued, "You're an idiot for doing such an idiotic thing, girl. You've been with that bumbling monkey phobic Doofus for…well, as long as I can recall. Even when I met you to get those statues, even I saw something between you too. And for you to just throw it all away just because of a little irritation…I must say Mr. Possible, I'm very disappointed in you…what happened to being a 'girl who can do anything'?"
If there was ever a warm living body that managed to imitate a statue so well that one would have to double look…Kim was it. Losing all abilities to think, to breathe, to move, to do anything from the shock that consumed her like a hungry giant, she gaped at the British man.
It was comical irony at how Kim always seemed to manage to kick Monkey Fist's butt when fighting physically. However, when battling with words, Monty wiped the floor with her. Nukpana remained sitting on the couch, unsure of what she should say or do; should she intervene? Should she just let it continue?
Either way, she didn't really have the chance to decide or even think about the consequences of both actions. As though snapping out of a horrible dream yet not horrible enough to be called a nightmare, Kim stomped her foot. "How dare you! How dare you presume to tell me about my own mistakes when you have faults before yourself! You hypocrite!"
"Hypocrite?" Monty repeated as though this word were foreign to him. He raised an eyebrow, placing his hands on his hips. With him standing at the doorway, he looked rather confused instead of angry. "How dare I help you with a problem? My own faults?" As though just realizing he was speaking with horrible grammar, he corrected himself. "What kind of faults do I have?"
The red head crossed her arms under her bosom. Part of her knew that this man before her, monkey man or whatever, was right yet her pride refused to admit it. Her pride, the very thing that seemed to stick to the Possible name beside smugness and overconfidence, would not let her be 'shown the way' by Monkey Fist!
Taking in a large amount of oxygen, she readied herself to tell him off. "Well for starters, you got Nukpana pregnant and haven't bothered to marry her; you just treat her like some slave instead of a girlfriend or wife! Second, you can't bear to look at your son, can you? Ever since you found out seven or so months ago that your son wouldn't be able to 'become monkey master' like you, you've been annoyed I bet! Then you…"
"That…is…enough!" A shrill voice suddenly broke through her rant with each word emphasized on. The dark haired Egyptian joined them by standing up as well, her red eyes like slits of a snake. "You come into my home complaining about your stupid mistake of hurting Ron and when you get some harsh yet much needed advice, you insult my master! I will not stand for you hurting my master, physically or verbally! Please leave right now Kim."
Never confronted by a rage holding Nukpana, she looked a little startled. "Matilda, you…"
The young woman interrupted her old friend with a ruthless snap. "My name is Nukpana, not Matilda. Leave now before I make you leave." A small trickle of guilt ran down the dark haired girl's heart, but she pushed it aside when she glanced at an equally shocked Monkey Fist.
The young Possible managed to regain the ability to move and control her body. With a frown implanted on her face, she turned towards the door and almost shoved the man out of the way to exit their small home. It was clear that her red hair looked like fire as she stormed away with rage in her blood.
Once the sound of the door slamming finished echoing, Nukpana's head cleared enough to remember her child. Looking up at the staircase anxiously expecting to her hear offsprings cries, she looked relieved and confused to hear nothing. Shaking her head, she walked up the stairs quietly to ensure her baby was still alive and sleeping.
For the second time that day, within that very hour, she was shocked to hear Monty following her. "What is it, master?" She asked in a low tone while entering Hasani's room.
Hasani's room wasn't your normal little boy's room; instead of baby blue walls, it was painted dark green and light green; instead of clouds or anything boyish, there were monkeys painted around the place, stuffed animals of monkeys. It even smelt like bananas in there! His bed sheets and crib, even the little hanger over him that usually holds creature from the sea and sang a lullaby was monkeys and trees and bananas!
One might say it was borderline obsession.
"What was that back there?" He asked in an eerily calm voice; since when did the great Monkey Master remain calm after being told off by his enemy?
Deciding that if she tried to figure that one out, she walked over to the crib and leaned over it, careful not to make it creak. Her hair curtained her face as she watched her son breath for a few moments before speaking, "What was what, master?"
As if the man was answering her unasked question from earlier, his hand shot out like a snake attacking, his long fingers wrapping around her wrist. With an effortless yank on her as though she were a leaf instead of a human being, he dragged her out of the room and nearly slammed the door shut. Once they were in the hall, he forced her to look at him, his eyes almost grey, copying the sky on a stormy day.
Ever since Nukpana found out she was pregnant, it was extremely rare to see Monty get so…angered. Sure she had witnessed his animalistic rage several times ever since she had stolen the jewels from him, yet to find herself the target of it was…well she could count the times on her hand. With his abrupt act of physical violence, she felt her heart beat with fear for only a moment.
"Have you been talking about me behind my back to that…that…little overweight harlot?!" His hiss made her almost yearn to be shouted at for it would probably, ironically, hold less rage in it.
For a minute, Nukpana wasn't sure whether to laugh or remain quiet at how he called Kim an 'overweight' harlot. There probably wasn't an ounce of fat on that ex-cheerleader, especially since she rarely ate thanks to college stress, while Nukpana just gave birth several months ago!
"Master, I do not speak about you behind your back. Her retaliation to your 'advice' was from her own observations, not…" In the middle of attempting to defend herself, Monty's grip on her wrist tightened and he snarled, yanking her closer to where their faces were merely centimeters away.
"I don't appreciate being lied to and talked about, girl!" It sounded like he was growling instead of speaking. Inhaling sharply in mere surprised from such a sudden and harsh moment, she tried to yank away. Her mouth opened to speak but all that was heard was a crying…an infant crying.
Both adults froze and turned their heads to the door next to them. "Hasani!" She pulled away from his sudden loose grip and almost ran in to see the little boy standing, holding onto the crib and crying.
Monty Fiske looked at the boy, sneered ever so slightly, and walked down the stairs.
Next chapter: After cooling down, Ron realizes he "may" have jumped the gun so he decides to call up his ex and try to make her his current. Monty's left alone with Hasani for the day so Nukpana can go have some relaxation and shop, both for the child and herself in the bedroom department. Review please!