Author's Note: I know it's been so long since I updated, but I lost my enjoyment of the show for a while due to a toxic friendship within the fandom. Anywho, I suggest re-reading chapters 1 and 2 before continuing on with this one!
"Helloooo? Drakken, open up! This is an emergency!" Ron knocked on the door frantically. He leaned against the cool metal, hoping against all hope that the mad scientist would help him. Ron fell forward as the door opened, facing a very exhausted Drakken.
"Nnuh, Stoppable, what do you want?" he groaned.
"You're the only one who can help me," Ron told him. "Kim's in trouble, and so is my little sister. I need an antidote to this magical powder stuff." He held up a tiny bag with the bit that was on Kim's clothing. "It put her into some sort of stasis." Drakken sighed, and gestured for him to come inside.
Ron took in the state of the old lair, noticing that just about everything was gone. "Dude, what happened? Did you get robbed?"
"We're moving, actually," Shego remarked, tying her emerald green robe around her. "Did I hear right? Princess is in trouble?" A quick nod from both men confirmed as such. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's figure out how to fix this."
Ron watched as they worked on the antidote. He even helped gather the tools they needed. The contents in the graduated cylinder continued to change color as Drakken concentrated on the mixture, tongue sticking slightly out and everything. He was an awful villain, but when it boiled down to chemistry, he wasn't half bad.
"Alright, this should be the perfect dose; you need to make sure it goes down. And since I presume she can't move her mouth on her own, you'll have to do it for her," Drakken explained as he handed over the antidote.
"Thank you," Ron told them. "Really, I owe you one. I'll help you move the rest of your stuff. Well, unless you have garden gnomes. Those things really freak me out."
"Oh, we're going with you to make sure it works," Shego pointed out.
"You won't owe us until we know," Drakken added. "We're former villains, not animals."
Having followed Ron's car in their hovercraft, Drakken and Shego watched as the antidote was being distributed. A Japanese girl, Yori, was making arrangements for a flight to Yamanouchi.
"Should we?" Drakken turned to Shego.
"Go with them, and help stop this horribly evil plan?" she finished. Drakken nodded. "It wouldn't be a bad idea. We helped my brothers." She still cringed at the thought.
"After all, they did help us on several occasions where we weren't at fault," Drakken pointed out.
Ron, after having gotten the antidote into Kim's system waited anxiously for something to happen. After nearly twenty minutes, they all realized that it may not be so simple. The kimmunicator began ringing off the hook, and Ron took no time to answer to it. "Talk to me Wade." His tone was desperate, pleading. "Drakken's antidote didn't work."
"How did you distribute it?" he asked.
"Drakken said to make her drink it," Ron answered. "It won't harm her, right?"
Wade shook his head. "No it shouldn't harm her, but you need to send it straight into the bloodstream with a syringe. The substance seeped into her veins to momentarily slow her blood flow from the look of her vitals."
"Aha!" Drakken exclaimed. "Hand over the second vial, Stoppable." Ron did as he was told, and watched as the liquid filled the syringe. Drakken then took an alcohol swab to Kim's arm, and injected her with the antidote. Only moments after having taken the needle out of her arm, did her eyes begin to flutter open.
"KP, thank God!" Ron sighed in relief. "I thought you were down for the count."
This made her smile at him. "I'm never down for the count; you know that." Kim looked around the room in bewilderment. "Does someone want to tell me what's going on?" Her green eyes landed on Drakken and Shego's faces.
"They saved you," Yori explained. "He made the antidote to counteract whatever substance Fukushima used on you."
"Speaking of which…" Kim began, as she sat up.
"Uh, mind clueing us in?" Shego asked. "Who's this Fukushima guy?"
As the one who could explain it best, Yori recapped everything for the two former villains.
"So, we need to take the fight to Fukushima," Kim explained, dialing Wade on the kimmunicator. "We need a ride to Japan. Ron, pack whatever you and Hana will need when we rescue her. Yori, try to contact Sensei to let him know we're coming. I'll get my things together, and then we'll head out as soon as Wade has a ride for us."
"And what about us, Princess?" Shego asked. "We're not just going to sit around and wait for the end of days."
"This isn't—" Kim was cut off by Wade calling her back. "What's the sitch?"
"There's been a break in at Drakken's lab," Wade told her.
"What!?" Drakken shouted.
"He's gone to steal the rest of the antidote," Yori pointed out. "Kuchisake-Onna is in stasis, and if she is woken, we do not know what could happen."
Ron ran a hand through his hair. "This does not bode well."
In just a few short hours, Fukushima would be arriving at the site of the Yono. The Han was asleep, still unaware of her surroundings. Sensei and his pupils would never know what hit them. The old fool could not see the future clearly, and this ensured Fukushima's path to victory. What his enemies failed to realize was that young Hana was not only a ninja prodigy, but has the power of re-animation. The Second War of Darkness was on the horizon now. The final battle was about to begin.