Kim sat patiently as the doctor continued to stitch up her cut. Originally she had had Ron attempt it, but his hands shook too much. Not to mention he dug too deep when it came to using the needle. Yikes.
She sat in the doctor's personal office, letting him carefully sew the fresh wound shut. Ron leaned back against the counter, watching nervously.
"I could have done this too you know." He retorted quite jealously, as his arms folded across his chest.
Both Kim and the doctor turned to look at him with the exact same facial expression that said: 'You? Are you joking?'
"Ron, I did let you try this. And then you decided to stab my arm deeper than the actual swor-" She stopped, and looked at the doctor. "Deeper than the actual kitchen knife I had an accident with." She covered up the truth with a false statement, so the doctor wouldn't get suspicious.
The doctor was nearing completion with the stitching. Kim had sustained many injuries in her years as a freelancer, so being stitched up was no big. He wiped away the drying blood with a small cloth, and stood upright.
"Alright Miss Possible, you're all cleaned up. Now, can I ask you, how exactly did this happen?" The doctor sat the bloody needle and thread down on a damp rag on the counter next to Ron, who flinched at how close he stood next to it.
"Oh you know... just another kitchen accident." Kim said in a slightly nervous voice, attempting to convince the doctor.
He wasn't going to call her a liar or that he didn't believe her, because he had no reason not to. Sure millions of people knew her name and what she does, but some still had no idea who she was. This included her doctor. He knew no kitchen knife or even a butcher knife could cut as smoothly as her wound was. But that wasn't his call to make.
"Alright then. Be sure to take the medicine I've prescribed to you. One pill every morning-no more, no less. And also, trying not to do anything crazy until your wound is completely healed, understood?" He ended his lecture in a question.
"You got it doc. Thanks again!" Kim joyfully said, gaining a nod from him. The doctor left the room, leaving the door open. The two looked at each other for a brief moment, to be sure his footsteps went silent as he left that part of the hospital. "Close the door." She briefly said, immediately hopping off the table.
Ron nodded and shut the door, locking the knob as well. Kim then reached in her back pocket, and pulled out her old school Kimmunicator device.
"Wade, you there?" She spoke into it. The screen took no time to flash itself on, revealing the dark boy in his usual habitat.
"I'm here. How's the arm?" He asked first thing.
"It's alright," she turned to look at the inner bend of her arm, "It took some work, but I'll be fine. Any luck on identifying her?" She changed the subject to get right down to business. "I've been analyzing last night's attack for the past four hours. And there's some interesting stuff I found." He said, before vanishing from the cyan screen.
There appeared footage of Kim's fight versus the Rogue. Kim narrowed her eyes in frustration, watching as the woman wiped the floor with her. Then, the clip stopped still. The screen zoomed in on the katana in the woman's hand, then brought up a Google image of the same style is sword right next to it.
"That sword she used to cut you, there are only ten of them in existence. They were used by the Japanese during the Sino-Japanese War in the late eighteen hundreds." Wade began to explain. "Right... so, where exactly is this leading?" Kim asked, no clue what Wade was trying to say.
"This means that she must be working with someone else. There's no way she could have gotten her hands on that. You either have to be of blood or have a fortune to buy one." He zoomed off of the sword, and played the video back from its stopping point.
Kim patiently watched herself get beaten by the woman, listening for the one clue she had gotten from the evil woman.
"You know me better than anybody-
Wade stopped the video again. "That right there. She's basically telling me we've encountered one another before. But if vengeance was the case, then why hadn't she tried to kill me? Or Ron? Surely if I'd wronged her in the past then she wouldn't be trying to get revenge by killing everyone in our criminal gallery." Kim scratched her head in curiosity.
"I don't know, Kim. But the one thing I do know, is somehow, she knows you almost as well as you do. I mean just look at the facts; she anticipated each and every attack of yours with even a millisecond of hesitation. She says you know her, but I'm getting strong vibes that it's the other way around." Wade examined.
Kim sat silently in thought for a brief moment. Wade could see her trying to think at who could be so angry to the point where they'd murder criminals? Then, he saw her head gaze over at Ron, who he could also see barely passed her shoulder.
He was leaned back against the counter, with his arms folded across his chest, looking over at the door with a blank face.
"Is he okay?" Wade asked, snapping Kim from her daze. She looked at Ron again, then back to Wade once more.
"He's just," she hesitated, "He blames himself. For last night, I mean." She said in a quieter voice. "He does know we had no control over the situation, right? None of us knew she was going to be a diversion." Wade tried to find a way to shake Ron of his feeling.
"I know. And so does he. But he just... he really took a hit from it. I'll talk to him tonight." Kim said, as she looked back at Ron. Rarely ever did she see the long face he wore now. It took a lot to break through Ron like this. So she knew it wasn't going to be easy helping him out of this hole.
"Sooner is better than later. Besides, from what I've heard you haven't been sleeping well. Use tonight to catch up on some sleep, I'll keep an eye out for our little assassin." Wade said with a surprising amount of sternness to his voice. Which wasn't much, but Wade was never one to be confrontational.
"That sweet Wade, but I don't think I'll be getting much sleep. For a while. I'll start doing some digging this evening-
"Leave that to me. Just get some sleep Kim. I mean it," Wade stopped her short, "now go home and rest. And also, make sure to keep that arm wrapped." Wade finished his bossy speech, before finally hanging up on his end of the call.
All Kim could do, was watch him hang up without getting the last word in. She turned to look at Ron, and sighed.
-
The Rogue was an interesting name. It had a sort of ring to it. Well, not that she so much cared, but more surprised that the public finally had a name for her. After all, it's not like she even had a name. So adopting its persona seemed like a pretty reasonable step to take.
Word had spread throughout the entire globe of her killings, surprising no one due to the fact she's killed many people in more countries than she could count. Though, lately going on her assignments had been more of a nuisance. Because of those two annoying, clumsy, privileged brats.
She knew about the history between the redhead and her annoying sidekick somehow finding love in one another. It was a story she found quite dull and pathetic. But, she didn't hate it. If anything, she sought to understandit. Love was something she never understood. Then again, she never had the chance or interest to. After all, that's not why she was created.
The only thing that kept running through her head as she entered the secret underground entrance to her hideout, was the duo. The team 'who could do anything'.
Ridiculous.
She leapt up from the bottom floor grate with ease, landing casually on the hard floor. The slender woman started walking towards the front of the safe house, entering a living space area. Unlike most safe houses, the Rogue's was in much better shape, as it was very well funded and taken care of. Though, she didn't much care for the fancy surroundings or unnecessarily expensive items. Though out of respect for the person she worked for, she didn't reorganize anything.
The first thing the woman did to get comfortable, was throw her katana and sheathe sling on the counter in the kitchen. Yes, because evil killer megalomaniacs like to be comfortable too.
As she made her way to what she only referred to as her 'sleeping quarters', she began to strip off all of her mission gear. First she'd unstrap her tactical gloves, followed by removing the steel wrist braces underneath. These were used as a defense against sword and any other blade attacks.
Next she'd unbuckled her belt, as well as unbutton the attached pistol holster on her thigh. She had just dropped it on the floor, not bothering to pick it back up until later. She then unclipped her face mask from the back, that only went as high as the top of her cheek bones. She ripped it off with its voice scrambler, and tossed it on a small decorative table next to the bathroom door.
As she finally reached her quarters, she kicked off her boots, and began to unbutton her mission cargo pants. Sliding them off, she tossed them on her unorganized bed, looking at herself in the mirror.
Thinking to herself, she didn't know if she was considered 'attractive' or even 'gorgeous'. It had never really been something that occurred to her. Not to mention, every time she was in public she wore her baggy mission gear, so her curves were virtually invisible.
Staring at herself in the mirror, she was in nothing but her dark crimson Kevlar shirt and pair of black underwear. There were no thoughts, only blank staring. She continued to do so as she unzipped the metal cuff at the top of her shirt, revealing a hint of her cleavage. The woman proceeded to undress, tossing the shirt next to her pants.
She walked into the bathroom next door to her quarters, still shutting the door out of habit. No one stayed with her at the safe house, but it was still a feeling of privacy.
The next fifteen minutes she spent in the shower, she barely moved a muscle. She had one hand propped up against the wall underneath the shower head, feeling the calm sensation of the warm water hitting her sore skin. Her most recent entanglement with Kim Possible may not have caused her much damage, but she did have to admit, the girl damn sure made her earn the victory.
Bruises and some sore muscles could be felt throughout parts of her body left from the redhead. Then suddenly, that's the only place her mind went. Kim Possible.
Her mind raced. Thoughts shot through her brain like the bullets she used to kill her prey. Each somehow coming back to the same topic.
She didn't just find annoyance of the young girl for getting in her way, but she hated her. And she had her own reasons for doing so. She told herself long ago that near the end of her list, Kim and her annoying sidekick would soon join the rest of the lowlives and pathetic pieces of filth she'd killed.
Convincing herself to do so, however, was more of a chore in the beginning. Her only job was to kill those who were evil, even if it meant using any means necessary. And sometimes, collateral damage was just a small price to pay. She didn't intentionally kill people, but if they got in her way, they were no better in her eyes than the people she swore to cleanse the world of.
But Kim was different. The Rogue didn't understand the girl's love for keeping the world the way it was by sending the bad guys to jail, however, she did respect the girl. She was skilled, and very talented. But even in the end, she was still a potential threat. And a very aggravating one at that. She didn't look forward to having to kill her, but the more time went on, she began to develop a strong feeling of hate towards her.
Now, she couldn't wait to be the last person to pull a trigger aimed at the redhead. Ron wouldn't be too far behind her, though she had no quarrel with him. But he was an accessory to the girl, so he needed to be taken care of as well.
But as her thoughts began to cause her blood to boil, the Rogue could feel the anger and hate flow through her chest like a burning fire.
With her natural violent instinct, she brought her fist back, and plowed it directly through the tiled wall of the shower. The force of the jab was so aggressive, she could feel the entire room shake. Small bits and pieces of the tile spilled out on to the floor, revealing the steel piping of the shower.
She swiftly returned her fist from the hole, and let it rest back at her side. The feeling of the warm water against her bloody knuckles stung fiercely, but damn did it sting so good. Small drops of blood and red water dropped from her hands, vanishing through the drain in a swirl of red and clear liquid.
"Soon." Was all she said to herself.
Soon her master would call for action against the girl. And she knew better than anyone, it maybe be closer than one would expect.
-
Relating to Kim was never hard for Ron. There was so much the two had in common. And another thing he could add to that list, was lack of sleep. He had known she'd been starting to come to bed later and later. Early on he had wished there was something he could do to make her comfortable with sleeping, but he knew better than anybody, that it was nearly impossible to change her mind.
After failing to save yet another soul, Ron had resorted to avoiding sleep. And for how clever and observant Kim was, she had began to notice his change in behavior over the next couple days. His lack of emotion, his sudden shift of personality, his weak and exhausted demeanor. It was very clear what was happening, because she herself was feeling the same as he was. And the last thing she wanted was for him to feel the sleepless pain she had endured.
Kim had changed into sleeping clothes at the same time she did every night, though it would be hours before she's even attempt to sleep. Her recent night itinerary consisted of getting ready for bed, then proceeding to stay in the living room for another several hours. But of recent it had became different.
She could hear Ron digging around in the kitchen, or annoyingly clicking away on his laptop at the time he'd usually already be asleep. She had to say something to him. She couldn't stand to see him so... different.
But she realized how hard it was going to be to help him, solely because she'd have to listen to her own advice herself. And that wasn't always easy to give in to yourself.
Kim sat on the couch in the living space, blankly staring at the nightly taping of one of many late night talk shows. It didn't necessarily grab her attention, but it was also one of the only things on worth watching this time of night. Ron sat in the small recliner about six feet away, his laptop laying firmly on his lap.
Kim could hear the clacking of his computer keys almost as well as the tv. Since she had been thinking about it and heard it for so long, now the sound was just burned in her brain.
It wasn't annoying her, but it was mildly bothering her that he wasn't sleeping like he needed.
"What are ya working on over there?" She broke the odd silence.
"Trying to make some kind of connection. There's bound to be some way we can figure out who she is." He briefly replied, not bothering to look up from his screen. The blue light of the screen illuminated every detail of his face in the faintly lit living room.
She wanted to find a way to politely tell him there was no need to do so, since Wade was more then likely on it at the very moment as well. But she also knew it was time to talk to him about his well being. His current state began to worry her.
Kim lightly sighed, and picked up the remote to mute the television. Ron noticed the sound of the tv turn off in his subconscious, and finally looked up from his screen. Kim slid herself to the other side of the couch to be right next to Ron's recliner.
"Ron, look... I think we need to talk about what's really happening here." She softly said in a comfortable tone.
"What is there to talk about..? I know what you're getting at KP. But we were both there. We know what happened-
"Yes, but I also know when you're not telling me something. And I definitely know when your behavior changes," she stopped and leaned on the arm rest of the couch to be face to face with the boy, "listen, I understand what's happening. Trust me, I know better than anyone." She slowly raised her hand and sat it on top of his.
"You saw it coming, but there was no time to stop it. Deep down you just know you could have saved him had you been fast enough," she stopped, realizing her own words applied to her as well and looked down at the ground, "but in reality, no matter how fast you moved... it was just impossible." Kim's voice dropped.
Ron didn't speak for a moment. He wanted to say she couldn't relate. That what he felt couldn't be compared. But even he knew, that was so wrong. In a way, for some reason, he felt like instead of Kim trying to relate to him, that now he could finally relate to her. He'd been spending so long to try and make Kim happier after Shego's death. And Kim had blamed herself.
"I.." He began to speak, unknowing of what to say, ".. You're right." He stopped, and turned his head back to Kim. He slowly closed his computer and give her his full attention.
"I've tried so hard for almost a year to find a way to take that pain away from you. But now that I finally understand what you've been going through... I realize it's damn near impossible to get rid of." Ron's voice started to fade near the end of his sentence.
Kim fell silent. If she was being completely honest with herself, she expected an argument-if not a fight-out of this conversation. But instead, Ron completely understood.
There were no words for her to say. The understood silence spoke volumes.
Ron as well had nothing else to add.
And... awkward silence sitch time.
"So... where do we uh-
Kim was instantly cut off, by the sweet feeling of Ron's lips against hers.
He passionately pulled off, and looked her in the eye. He noticed her cheeks were almost red, catching her off guard by his sudden smooch. He waited for her to say something sarcastic, or even cheesy.
Instead, she grabbed his face, and shoved her puckered lips back into his. Their causal embrace, made its way into a passionate exchange of emotion through nothing but lil contact. But the heat began to rise, as Ron stood up from the chair, and picked Kim up by her backside.
They continued their vicious make out, as Ron then carried her to their bedroom.