AN: I do not own Kim Possible


Vanhellsling9000: Those poor GJ agents.

CB73: Good things for both of them. Depending on how you look at it...

Daccu65: Randomness? Never! Everything is planned. Well, almost everything.

The Book of Eli: Yes, that is going to be a shock for her. Bonnie will get her time soon.

BarleyGuy: I just chose that name out fo the blue. He will be gone for a long time but will make a reappearance after awhile. Ron is OOC, but with good reason!


Myrmidon: a follower or subordinate of a powerful person, typically one who is unscrupulous or carries out orders unquestioningly.


(Middleton)

When I first arrived, I saw Hope and the male exchange student, Hiro-something, surrounded by unconscious hooded men. I had expected Hench Co. goons in their colored bodysuits. Maybe red for the cheaper ones. The guys Drakken had always hired, until they started to work for him personally.

The police were right behind m, pulling my two classmates to the side for questioning. I followed.

As I listened, I could tell they were both confused by the sudden attack. Neither one could think of a reason why they would be targeted. And it seemed extremely strange to Hope, even for a random attack because of me living here.

I agreed with her. The last time something big happened in the Tri-City Metropolis, without super villains being involved, was the disappearance of Brick Flag and Peter Waterson.

I walked up to the guy after the police were done with him. "Do you mind explaining how you took down these five guys…"

Crap! What was his name again?

"Hirotaka," Hope supplied, making me blush. I mouthed thanks to my new vice-captain.

"Yes. Hirotaka. How did you take them down?"

He gave me a quick explanation on how he defeated them. I looked to Hope for confirmation. She nodded. I was impressed. I turned back to him. "Ever think of doing hero work?"

He rubbed his neck. "No. I only use my martial expertise to defend myself or others nearby. I don't go looking for fights."

"He's not like Ron, Kim," Hope said, clutching the exchange student close to her.

Weird. "Ron was tired of being bullied, so he finally stood up for himself."

I didn't know what the stitch was with Hope and Ron, but I couldn't let her talk about him like that. I promised myself I was going to be a better friend.

"That wasn't what I was talking about," I heard her mumble, "He still didn't need to break Big Mike's arm."

Hirotaka's eyes were wide now. I couldn't let our exchange student think my crime-fighting partner was some type of malicious psychopath. That was Zorpox. "He did go overboard and we talked about it. He won't do something like that again."

I looked at the ground, the familiar feeling of shame entering my body. "It was my fault anyway. I was the one who told him not to fight anyone unless we were on missions, not knowing how bad it was for him."

The glare Hope had was gone, replaced with a softer look. "Oh. I didn't know that."

Hirotaka was looking back and forth between us. He was definitely in an awkward place, not knowing what was okay to say.

Time to change the subject. "Well, Hirotaka, do you think you could show my team a few moves? Ron's good, but I'm sure he would love to learn some new stuff."

"He picks up stuff quickly. He learned to fight from just watching me, never being actually taught anything!" Was it me or did Hirotaka show a hint of anger for a second? "Josh, my boyfriend, has a few years of boxing under his belt, but he has the least experience. Plus having another guy around would do him some good."

"Does Ron not join you?" Hirotaka asked curiously.

I laughed nervously. "I haven't asked him to come yet. But I'll wrangle him into it somehow."

"Good luck with that. Probably too busy with Bonnie and Tara." I'm glad I had better hearing than most people or I wouldn't get Hope's little quip towards Ron. Not that I would let her know I heard them. But it did bring more questions to my mind. I already knew about Bonnie, but Tara too? Was Ron doing?

"I guess I could come around every once in a while," Hirotaka offered.

"Great!" I said with a chirped, "I'll let you know more soon!"

I walked away to talk to one of the police officers. Apparently, the criminals had awakened and were just finished being questioned. "What did you get out of them?"

"Nothing. These guys don't speak a lick of English nor do they have any type of identification on them," the officer said, "We're taking them to the precinct, so we can hopefully get a translator."

'Betty and Global Justice will probably snatch them up,' I thought to myself. "Okay, could you keep me updated on this?"

The officer scratched his greying beard. "We're not legally supposed to…"

I pulled out my trademark weapon.

Bottom lip out? Check.

Hands in pleading fashion? Check.

Sad big eyes? Check.

The officer sighed. "All right Miss Possible. You can stop."

"Thank you!" I hopped away, calling Wade to keep an eye out on these guys.


(Bedroom)

I was rereading The Art of War for the umpteenth time when I heard my mother shouting from downstairs. "Ronald, Bonnie is coming up!"

My door swung open with a furious Bonnie glaring at me. She used her powers to close and lock the door. She then dramatically pointed at me with one finger. "You!"

"Me," I responded.

Her glare got harsher. "Hope. Was that you?"

"And if it was?"

"You said you wouldn't mess with her anymore!" She hissed, still standing. Must be really mad if she hadn't sat down beside me yet.

"I didn't target her. Hirotaka was the target," I answered, "Hope was at the wrong place, at the wrong time."

"But you knew she was there! You could have called off your little goons," My right hand argued.

"I used a considerable amount of resources on getting them here in the states," I told Bonnie, "These cretins aren't even from this country."

"Where are they from?" She asked.

"Brazil," I told her.

She huffed, "What if Hirotaka couldn't beat them?"

"I knew he could. He's around Kimberly's level. More specialized and a more powerful physique, cause he's male." That should quell her rage, righteous as it was, "Sit Bonnie."

She listened, but still held on some anger. A little distance was between us and she had arms crossed her chest, eyes slightly purple. Runoff of her ki.

"BonBon, this a good chance for you. She now closer to Hirotaka and I can tell he has some genuine feelings for her," I said, "Hope will be safe with him."

"How do you know this guy?" she questioned.

"He was the once chasing you on the motorcycle that one time," I answered.

She snorted. "I figured. He didn't even change the color of his bike after I trashed it."

She stared at me. "But why do you seemingly trust him?"

"He's an ally, he just doesn't know it yet," I told her. I summoned Hisako, who let a gleeful yell. "He is bound to the will of the chosen wielder of the Lotus Blade."

"So, he's a part of a cult then?"

I shrugged. "More or less."

"Are you trying to get Hope inducted into it?" I sensed outrage.

"No. But I want her to trust Hirotaka. I don't care how feels romantically about the guy," I explained calmly, "Do what you want with that information."

"I thought you would tell me more about your plans now," she said after sighing, "I mean, haven't I proved myself by now?"

I frowned. I grabbed her hand. "I'm sorry, Bonnie. It slipped my mind."

"Jerk." She intertwined her fingers with mine, smiling slightly. "Wait! Is Yori a part of the cult too?"

I nodded. "I wouldn't call them that to their faces. Unless you want to fight Kim level ninjas."

Her eyes widened. "Ninjas?"

"Shinobi is the preferred term," I answered, "The two hail from a place called Yamanouchi Ninja School. You won't find the actual place on the map. Just a small town with a similar name famed for its tourist attractions."

"The town has a population of about thirteen thousand people, located in the Japanese Alps mountain range. The town includes Shigu Highlands, one of the largest ski resorts in the country. It is also the gateway to Joshinetsu Kogen National Park."

"Why is this important?" Bonnie asked, interrupting me. I could hear the boredom in her voice. I gave her a smack on her thighs. "Ouch!"

"That didn't hurt and you know it," Was my response, "As I was saying, it is also home to Jigokundai Monkey Park, where the Japanese Macaques can be found roaming around and also in the outdoor hot springs."

I could see the gears clicking in her head. "So this place of ninjas worship Hisako, who is connected to your mystical Monkey Powers. Their headquarters is located out of sight, near a place where many foreigners come in and out."

I nodded. "So, they can easily get to any place they need by blending in with the locals or the tourists. And they have well of information on current events in the world with modern technology and the tourists in the town."

I pulled her in for a deep kiss. I didn't let it last. "That's why you are my favorite student."

"I'm your only student though," she said, eyes a little glazed.

I ran my head through her hair. "Exactly BonBon."

"I think your favorite student deserves some compensation for what you put her through today," Bonnie got in my lap, straddling me.

She leaned in for a kiss as my Omni tool started to ring. I stopped by placing a hand on her shoulder. I checked to see who it was. "Jack."

She got off me as a holographic version of the business owner's head appeared from my device. "Sir, the men are in the cells. Do you want me to send our men after them?"

"No, we will handle it," I told him.

"Understood sir. Do I need to bring in some cleaners?" he asked.

"No. I can handle whatever mess is left behind," I cut the link.

"Mess?" Bonnie questioned, knowing she was going on a mission.

"Whether there will be one or not is up to you," I tell her, "Now let's leave. I don't want those annoying government dogs getting the scum I harvested."

When we left my room and headed downstairs, we were stopped by my mother. My father was using his off day to be lazy and binge watch some shows.

She took in Bonnie's calm expression. "You two are done fighting?"

"Yes mom," I said, seeing Bonnie straighten out her shirt out of the corner of my eye, "We made up."

"You two are dating?" she asked hesitantly. I could see my father's attention was now on us too.

"It's complicated," I answered grabbing Bonnie's hand, "We will be back later!"

I rushed out the door, with Bonnie in tow, to my car. "One-stop so we can get suited up."


(Later)

Ron and I were staked outside Middleton's police station, where the five scum, as Ron called them, were located. And scum they were.

I was still a little nauseous from the reports I had read on them. The crimes they committed were despicable. Multiple accounts of murder, sexual assault, theft, rape and even fucking necrophilia.

When I asked Ron what use he had for these pieces of filth, he told me he was making them into the monster they truly were and deserved to be. With a malicious grin that made fear creep into my heart. But I believed whatever Ron had in store for these pitiful excuses for human beings was well deserved.

"Mission start," Ron said.

I looked nearby for a possible distraction. Using my hand as a focus point, I used my powers to make a nearby electrical pole to fall down. My telekinesis was sued to guide its fall into another pole, I didn't want to hit any pedestrians or passing cars. Two poles down was for good measure.

Screams of panic erupted and police officers ran out of the station to assess the situation. I used this as my chance to rush to the back of the police station, out of sight from the public. Also, this was where the cells were located, according to the blueprints I had asked for. I didn't want to waste time searching. I wanted to be in and out.

I scaled the wall easily, due to a combination of my powers and the natural physicality and agility I held. Plus, some pointers I had learned from my cheer captain during that one time I was forced to do missions with her because we were stuck together. Stupid super villains.

I found the entry point as soon as I got on top of the roof. Ripping it off with ease by using my mind, I got ready to lip inside. "Looks like a tight fit."

I heard Ron pop his neck behind me. "Ventilation shifts always are."

I squirmed into the shaft, with Ron following right behind. "So is this how you and Kim get into villain lairs?"

"Regretfully, yes," He answered, "For all their technological know-how, they never considered how we entered their lairs so easily."

"But usually, we are crawling forward on our knees, not shimmying downward," he added.

"I'm guessing Kim is in the front?" I got an affirmative grunt from him, "Guess you got a bunch of chances to stare at her ass."

I smirked when he growled. "What? Her butt is pretty cute, considering her size."

I could feel him rolling his eyes as I kicked the last grate. I landed easily, moving out of the way so Ron could land.

The holding area was small, having only six cells. The low crime rate and nearby county prison contributed to the small size. The five men where all in different cells. They were the only ones here.

"Their fates are in your hands," Ron said, with the same malicious tone he used when talking about the scum earlier. "Do what you believe is right, as there will be no judgment."

I opened the first cell near me, using the lock picking lessons and tools Ron gave me. "Alberto Ferreira, twelve known accounts of rape."

"I know that," was my response as I walked into the cell. What did he want me to do?

"Half of his victims were women between the ages of twenty-three and thirty-one," I heard Ron say, as images blocked half of my view through the visor of my helmet.

My blood began to boil as I saw pictures of his victims, all faces smeared with eyeliner stains from crying and hair disheveled. Their eyes filled with such pain and fear.

"His other victims were all under the age of fifteen." New images replaced the old ones. My ki uses pulsating, responding to my ever-growing rage. It felt like an inferno was inside of me as I saw the lifeless eyes of the damaged children I saw.

My body moving on its own, the man was in the air, clawing at his throat. I could feel the muscles of his neck trying to expand. I clenched harder, taking a twisted joy in the fear in his eyes as my powers' grip tightened. This piece of filth was mumbling incoherently, making me angrier.

I bet he was begging for his life. He didn't deserve mercy. He preyed upon the weak, destroying their bodies, mind, and souls. He didn't deserve to live. He didn't even deserve Sheol, only eternal damnation in Gehinom.

His arms dangled to the side and his lips were blue when I dropped him. He didn't move. Ron walked past me as I trembled. He crouched down, examining the body. "He's still alive."

Some of the nausea I felt went away, as Ron pulled out a syringe and needled the shit stain. I had almost killed him! I felt Ron place a hand on my shoulder. "Let's go."

My body was on autopilot as we escaped. I couldn't even really remember how we left. I was still in a daze as we got in his car. I only took off my helmet when Ron did.

"Bonnie," I heard him say, snapping me out of my daze.

"What I did to that guy…"

"Is perfectly acceptable," he interrupted, "He was the worst of that bunch."

"I could have killed him," I yelled, disturbed at his nonchalance at my behavior. "And I was so close. Only a few more seconds or if I had a tighter grip…"

I shuddered at the thought. Then I remembered all the images I had saw. "Why did you show me his victims?"

"To see how you would react," he answered, "A test of sorts."

"I'm guessing I failed," I said, slightly disappointed in possible failure, but also happy I didn't pass. I wasn't a cold-blooded killer.

"There was no pass or fail," I felt relieved, "I needed to see how you dealt with these type of lesser beings."

His words confused me. "Did you expect me to kill him?"

"No. Not without any type of motivation affecting your feelings," he explained, "You resisted the temptation. How so?"

I remembered my thoughts on how I decided on what he deserved. "I'm not God. I can't decide if people have to live or die!"

"And what if they attacked your loves ones? Or you had to defend yourself or the innocent? What if your foe fought to their dying breath?" His eyes glowed icy blue as he questioned me, "Would you kill then?"

I was uncomfortable now. I squirmed in my seat. "Would you?"

It was a cop-out, I knew it. But I wasn't ready to entertain these thoughts.

Ron gave me a blank stare. "Without hesitation. I already have and will gladly do it again when necessary."

What? I was surprised by his answer, but at the same time, I felt like I already knew this.

"I ask again. Can you do it?" His question felt like a sentencing. My answer would dictate how our relationship would go from now.

I thought hard on it. Killing someone was not going to be easy. But I couldn't get cold feet now! I was getting everything I desired from Ron right now! Power few others had. Recognition from someone I deemed stronger than me. Affection from a man I cared deeply about. Even money, as little as that concerned me now.

The images of the filth's victims in my mind changed to some of the members of the cheerleading squad. Then Hope and Tara. Then my sisters. Why? I don't know, but I had found my answer. "Yes. But only as a last resort!"

He smiled. "Now this test you passed."


(?)

"I've seen the news," my cousin said as I entered the household.

"Not even going to ask if I'm okay?" I questioned as I took off my shoes.

"That would be an insult to your skills?" She replied, "Five thugs are nothing to you."

"True," I agreed, sitting beside her on the couch, "But don't you think it's strange?"

"This area reeks of weird occurrences, not including things related to Kim Possible," She said, "Like that attack on Hench Co. storage facilities by WEE."

"WEE were raiding a rival villain organization. Nothing strange about that. But them doing it so openly confuses me," I told her.

"They then were attacked by unknown forces a week later," Yori supplied, "Maybe mercenaries employed by Jack so nothing could point back to him?"

"Possible. Those guys that attack Hope and I are not from around her," I told Yori, "They don't speak English. From the words I picked up and their physical attributes, I reckon they are from South America. Deep South."

"And they just happened to be in a forest with you? Do you think they are responsible?" She asked.

I shook my head. "No. Someone would have alerted us to those egomaniacs activities if they were actively working in this area. Someone else targeted me."

"Who do you think it was?"

"Someone connected to our target," I answered, "When I followed Bonnie and Tara around, I got attacked by some unknown force, wrecking my ride."

"Yes. I remember all of your whinings and crying about your poor baby," My cousin teased, "But why risk attacking you when there was someone with you that could be a possible witness?"

I ignored her teasing. "It was too easy to attack them. I think it was more a test, trying to find out how strong I was."

"It isn't too much a stretch to think that they wouldn't have attacked her. I would guess some form of protection extends to her," I added.

"Even though she's on bad terms with our target's possible younger relative?" Yori questioned.

I nodded. "She is close friends of Bonnie and Tara. Who are both close to Ron. Possibly romantically."

Yori stared at me questioningly. "What makes you say that?"

"Other than the obvious admiration and attraction they show to the guy, I saw Bonnie sitting his lap earlier," I explained, "So at least Bonnie is romantically involved."

"And I heard many rumors of Tara's crush on Ronald," my cousin added, "Not jealous he's stealing girls away from you?"

I laughed. "I never had a chance with those two. And Hope is pretty interesting."

"You approving of a foreigner? What have you done with my beloved cousin!"

I shook my head at her antics. "She wasn't a bunch of trembling nerves nor was she swooning. She was more appreciative of how quickly I beat those guys."

"And plus, she can provide some insight on Ron," I said, "I could ask her if he has any male relatives, outside of his father, that live nearby. And if she doesn't know, I'm sure I could persuade her to just Bonnie."

"Good thinking," she complimented, "I've haven't got far with Possible. She asked me a few times if I ever considered cheerleading."

I laughed again. "What a coincidence! She asked me about joining her merry gang of globe trotters!"

"I declined, of course. But I did accept her request to help train Josh and Ron," I told her, "Apparently Ron is some type of prodigy at martial arts, able to pick up Kim's fighting style from just watching her. I would love to spar with him."

Yori's eyes squinted. "Interesting."

"And Hope wants me to teach her a few things," I added, "Now that will be fun."

"You pig! You just want to feel her under you!"

"You know me so well."


(Bonnie's Room)

"Pretty cool right!" I told my two obviously unimpressed friends. They looked at one another, a look I recognized, "Nope! I don't want to hear it! I don't need you two comparing Hirotaka to Ron!"

"But their fighting style seems similar," Bonnie said. I gave her a light glare. We were better terms, much better terms, now, but that doesn't give her the right to compare my man to her man! Or their man. Or whatever Bonnie or Tara. I still haven't touched that landmine.

"How about we don't talk about boys?" Tara suggested.

"I was talking about a man," Bonnie mumbled, "Hope is stuck on pretty boys."

"Ow!" Tara had flicked Bonnie's forehead. Good on her.

"Stop it, Bonnie. We're not going to turn this into an uh…" Tara rambled off, "What's a good analogy for dick measuring contest for girls?"

"Doesn't matter since I automatically beat Hope in both boobs and ass," the smirking she-devil said.

I fumed. "Hey! I have a great figure! I'm just not built curvaceous like you two!"

"Hope, no one is saying you are unattractive," Tara reassured me.

"Adding on what T said, you have to remember you are one of the most coveted females in our school," Bonnie told me, "You got a lithe and athletic figure like Kim. But with more bounce!"

She emphasized the last point by grabbing my chest and giving the pair a good squeeze. I swatted her hands away. "Stop that!"

The three of us laughed. I was happy. This was familiar territory. All of the jokes and teasing. These were the friends I remembered.

Maybe there was hope after all.


Yo! Back at it again.

Now Sheol and Gehinom are two places of the afterlife for Jewish spirituality. I did some research on it, but I'm no expert. Sheol, from what I gathered, is where the wicked are sent for a chance to cleanse their souls. Gehinom, on the other hand, is eternal damnation. Like Hell for Christians. I'm never goi heavily into religion, just use it as extra material for my stories.

Why are Hirotaka and Yori cousins? I just felt it like it since they have less characterization.