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Constructive criticism is allowed. Ya know, about grammar, spelling, et cetera et cetera. But none of that whole narrow minded reviews about how I should write my story based on what YOU like. Please. How troglodytic.
And nice reviews are allowed too. :D
I'm not sure if the html things will work on this, to make some words bold and whatever. If they don't, I apologise. And if somebody would be so kind as to tell me how to do it on this site, I would be so grateful.
Also... I don't know if there really is a Mansford Colorado. I was trying to make up a name to be the setting of this fic. (Not a very creative name, I know, but bear with me.) If there is and you know it, please tell me in a review so I can change it. :]
// uLos Días Sin Días/u //
By Miss Buddahful
Ron looked at Kim, an eyebrow raised, with the look on his face of someone who was trying to suppress their laughter in a serious situation. His brown eyes held worry, yet a little bit of amusement at the same time. "Need a hand, KP?"
Kim glared at Ron, securing her grip on her many books, papers, and cheerleading bag. The tower of books went about half a foot over her. She blew a piece of copper hair away from her face, and replied, "I have everything under control. I don't need any help."
They were both wearing clothes fit for chilly weather. It stopped snowing in Middleton a couple of days ago, but it was still quite cold. Kim was wearing, with her outfit, a long, suede jacket with a faux fur interior from Club Banana, which Ron had given her for Christmas/Hanukkah. Ron had a simple navy sweatshirt from Smarty Mart over his clothes. He also had a pair of headphones hanging around his neck, and they could both hear the faint music of some band Kim had never heard of, barely distinguishable from the noise in the hallway.
She tilted her head to ascertain her direction, then made her way to her locker cautiously, somehow managing to look graceful. Shifting her books to the crook of her right arm, she reached out her left hand to open her locker, turning sideways to better see the lock. But as she turned, some books from the top of her stack toppled. Ron quickly caught them before they crashed to the ground, hearing a quiet curse from Kim. She then mumbled a thank you when she saw Ron with two of the books in hand, and returned her gaze to the lock.
Even though she may have been a Possible, she wasn't really ambidextrous. She fumbled with the lock and let out an angry sigh when her locker didn't open, and glared at the evil contraption when it didn't open a second time, suppressing a cry of frustration. She was about to shift her books again and try out her right arm, but Ron laughed and put a hand on her shoulder. "Let me handle it, Kim." He gently ushered her away from the locker, then went back to open it. "What's your combo, KP?"
"iRon/I, I'm fine! Will you just let me do this? We have to get to Latin class! Now move, so I can get my stuff." She pushed him away and attempted to open her locker again.
Ron let out a chuckle, leaning back on the lockers with his right arm behind his head, the other cradling her Bio and Geometry books. "Maybe it would help if you were trying to open the right locker."
She looked confused for a split second, but then she looked up to the tag at the top of the locker. 113. Her real locker was 115. Kim shot him yet another glare, but he just responded with a cheery smile. "I'm supposed to help you! Let me remind you that I am officially recognized as your sidekick."
She sighed and closed her eyes, finally submitting. "Ugh! Fine. 23-3-21."
Ron laughed again, a triumphant one, pleased that Kim wasn't spazzing out anymore. He turned the lock to the combination and swung the door open. He then grabbed the top half of the column of papers and books from her and shoved it into her locker, somehow fitting it next to the large monitor, along with the books he caught. Kim then took the bottom half and forced it in. She opened her book bag and grabbed even more books from the locker, administering them to the bag. Ron rolled his eyes at Kim, saying, "Don't you think you have a bit too much to do?"
"iCarpe diem,1/I" Kim huffed.
Ron snorted. "iNon omnia possumus omnes.2/I" he retorted. And once again he won, because Kim had no idea what he said. "Kim, we've been reading Virgil in class all week... are you sure you're okay?"
She looked down at her feet as they began walking to Latin. "Well, my schedule is a little tight again...," She admitted. "We have had so much work lately, I still have to help design for the gym for next Saturday's dance, have the new routine down perfectly, iand/I I save the world every other day. But I've dealt with a schedule like this, and I was fine before! It's no big."
"Last time, you were wearing shoes that let you move at hyper-speed." Kim sighed, and rushed ahead of him. Ron caught up with her and cut her off, stopping her a couple of yards away from the Latin classroom. He put his hands on her shoulders to keep her from escaping to the classroom, and so they stood there as students rushed past them, Kim still looking to the ground and Ron still trying to see her face.
Finally the bell rang, and in a minute, the halls were empty. Ron could hear the noises in the classroom, his teacher saying, "iSalvete, discibuli,/i" and the students' combined reply, "iSalve, magistra./i3"
Kim finally looked up, still ignoring his gaze as she looked over his shoulder to the adjacent classroom, and groaned, "Ron, now we're late for class."
"I'm not letting you go any further until you've admitted you're stressed, Kimmie."
Kim stared up at him, and locked her eyes with his, her emerald eyes glaring. "What, you don't think I can do what I have to do?"
"I'm not saying that. But that doesn't mean you have to do ieverything./i"
Kim mumbled something, adverting his stare once again. "Can we just go ahead to class?"
Ron sighed disappointedly, dropping his hands to his sides. But as he was walking to the door, the familiar chiming of the Kimmunicator halted him. Kim growled and pulled the Kimmunicator out of her pocket. "iWhat,/I Wade?"
Wade jumped back in his rolling chair, a smirk on his face. "Good morning to you too! Aren't you just in an unnaturally chipper mood today?"
"Can it. What do you want?"
Wade rolled his eyes in the miniature screen. He shot Kim a look, saying, "It's not what iI/I want, obviously. You should learn not to kill the messenger. There's a hit on your site... kind of different from the others."
Ron popped up above Kim's shoulder, looking at Wade. "What's so different? Villains attempting world domination, thefts of government property..."
"A serial killer. And rapist."
His eyes widening, Ron gulped dry air. "Er, yes. That iis/I a tad bit not in our league..."
Kim 'humph-ed' in displeasure and nudged Ron away from her back. "Since when do we do murder investigations? Why can't the police solve this?"
"According to their post, nobody can catch him. The police has not told the public about this, because he is... too good at what he does. You might as well take the job, since you can do anything."
Kim smacked her forehead. "Fine, fine... Good thing we have a Teacher Work Day on Monday, we will have a three day weekend starting tomorrow. So where is it?"
"It has been happening in a small city called Mansford. It's in Colorado. It has a popular ski resort which is used in these snowy months. Need a ride?"
"But of course. Thanks Wade... sorry for being a bitch earlier."
"No prob. And Kim?"
"Yeah?"
Wade arched an eyebrow. "They have specially requested that you come with Mr. Ron Stoppable."
Ron smiled. "Finally. It's about time I get appreciated for my hard work!"
Kim rolled her eyes, adding a final goodbye to Wade and switching off the Kimmunicator.
The helicopter hovered a foot above the parking lot of the school. In the windows of the school, there were gaping faces staring. The students pointed at it as it blew air to the surrounding trees, causing the remaining few brown leaves of Winter to fly madly around. Kim and Ron ran out of the school, heading to the helicopter, backpacks on. Ron, who was now about six inches taller than Kim, hoisted her into the space behind the cockpit, and then grabbed onto her outstretched hand as she helped him jump up. As soon as he got in, the helicopter sped upwards into the air. The sudden movement caught Ron off balance, and he almost stumbled out of the side. Fortunately, Kim caught his long navy sleeve and pulled him back up. A few seconds after, the side door slid shut. They were off, heading towards the Rockies.
Ron gasped and sat down on the bench at the back, running his fingers through his blonde hair. "That was iway/I to close for comfort. Thanks, KP," he said as he set his backpack on the floor.
"No big," she answered with a warm smile, which Ron couldn't help but think looked strained. She also set her bag on the floor, but looked up when she remembered something."Hey... where is Rufus? I haven't seen him all day."
"My faithful compadre is sick. He's staying at home now."
Kim frowned. "Aw, poor Rufus. I'm going up to the cockpit for a second, be right back."
"Right." Kim leaned forward to talk with the other two people in the helicopter, so Ron stared outside of a window, watching as the ground seemed to move below him. He couldn't help but worry about Kim. iShe has been acting so stressed lately! How will she survive our sophomore year at school with all this shit bothering her? And why won't she just be honest with me?/I
Ron was distressed. Kim was usually honest with him, and it just hurt him that she couldn't admit a silly thing about stress. It especially made him discontent because he cared for her. Possibly, though he wasn't sure, more than you were supposed to care for you're best friend. She was the only person he really trusted, she was beautiful, talented, and was the one being who would tolerate him. iBesides Rufus, anyways, but he isn't here. And he isn't human./I Ron grabbed the headphones and put them on, trying to force away the drone of the helicopter and his thoughts. He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, listening to Jimi Hendrix.
Meanwhile, Kim was chit chatting with the pilot an co-pilot. Surprisingly, she didn't know them like she usually did. They had come all the way from Colorado to pick them up. The co-pilot to her right was a woman, with a tan and tons of black braids in her hair, but she couldn't see her eyes. They were shielded from the glare of the sun with a pair sunglasses, same with the man. The pilot had light brown hair and was a bit pale. He introduced himself as Brad, and the co-pilot as Sarah. They told her that they were a part of the police department for Mansford, but they wouldn't tell her about the case. "Wait til we get there," Sarah said.
So Kim stood up straight and turned back to her and Ron's part of the helicopter. Kim strode over to the bench and sat down on Ron's left. The bench was small, so her side touched his. Ron's eyes opened and he sat up, moving over a bit to give her more room. He took off his headphones and put them back around his neck.
Ron asked, "So, they tell you anything about the case?" his vice was raised a little because of the humming from the aircraft.
Kim shook her head. "They want us to wait til we get there. It will be a couple of hours."
Ron nodded in reply. Kim yawned and rested her head on his shoulder, taking a quick nap. She had been a victim of a tiring day. Ron blushed slightly and lay his head on top of hers, also closing his eyes, trying to ignore the fact that his heart was beating rapidly.
They missed the smirk from Brad.
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1 'iCarpe diem./i' is Latin for 'seize the day.'
2 'iNon omnia possumus omnes/i.' A quote from Virgil. Latin for 'We cannot do everything.'
3 'iSalvete... magistra/i' Latin for 'Hello, students.' 'Hello, teacher.'
iSi hoc legere scis nimium eruditionis habes./i Tee hee hee. Sorry... o-o;
So yes, that is the end of ze first chapter. I know the helicopter thing isn't that original, but hey... who really cares? :D Well now. Yes. A MURDERER!! How scandalous. He's really cer-ayzay too, just you wait. And why was Brad all smirkilicious? And no, it isn't because he's a pedophile and he was checking out Ron. You weirdo.
So.. Zer shall be drama! Romance! Suspense! Scary shit! And K/R! Be still, my beating heart.
It might take me a couple of days to update again, but I will eventually. I will be quicker if I get lots of good reviews. *wink wink nudge nudge.*
Constructive criticism is allowed. Ya know, about grammar, spelling, et cetera et cetera. But none of that whole narrow minded reviews about how I should write my story based on what YOU like. Please. How troglodytic.
And nice reviews are allowed too. :D
I'm not sure if the html things will work on this, to make some words bold and whatever. If they don't, I apologise. And if somebody would be so kind as to tell me how to do it on this site, I would be so grateful.
Also... I don't know if there really is a Mansford Colorado. I was trying to make up a name to be the setting of this fic. (Not a very creative name, I know, but bear with me.) If there is and you know it, please tell me in a review so I can change it. :]
// uLos Días Sin Días/u //
By Miss Buddahful
Ron looked at Kim, an eyebrow raised, with the look on his face of someone who was trying to suppress their laughter in a serious situation. His brown eyes held worry, yet a little bit of amusement at the same time. "Need a hand, KP?"
Kim glared at Ron, securing her grip on her many books, papers, and cheerleading bag. The tower of books went about half a foot over her. She blew a piece of copper hair away from her face, and replied, "I have everything under control. I don't need any help."
They were both wearing clothes fit for chilly weather. It stopped snowing in Middleton a couple of days ago, but it was still quite cold. Kim was wearing, with her outfit, a long, suede jacket with a faux fur interior from Club Banana, which Ron had given her for Christmas/Hanukkah. Ron had a simple navy sweatshirt from Smarty Mart over his clothes. He also had a pair of headphones hanging around his neck, and they could both hear the faint music of some band Kim had never heard of, barely distinguishable from the noise in the hallway.
She tilted her head to ascertain her direction, then made her way to her locker cautiously, somehow managing to look graceful. Shifting her books to the crook of her right arm, she reached out her left hand to open her locker, turning sideways to better see the lock. But as she turned, some books from the top of her stack toppled. Ron quickly caught them before they crashed to the ground, hearing a quiet curse from Kim. She then mumbled a thank you when she saw Ron with two of the books in hand, and returned her gaze to the lock.
Even though she may have been a Possible, she wasn't really ambidextrous. She fumbled with the lock and let out an angry sigh when her locker didn't open, and glared at the evil contraption when it didn't open a second time, suppressing a cry of frustration. She was about to shift her books again and try out her right arm, but Ron laughed and put a hand on her shoulder. "Let me handle it, Kim." He gently ushered her away from the locker, then went back to open it. "What's your combo, KP?"
"iRon/I, I'm fine! Will you just let me do this? We have to get to Latin class! Now move, so I can get my stuff." She pushed him away and attempted to open her locker again.
Ron let out a chuckle, leaning back on the lockers with his right arm behind his head, the other cradling her Bio and Geometry books. "Maybe it would help if you were trying to open the right locker."
She looked confused for a split second, but then she looked up to the tag at the top of the locker. 113. Her real locker was 115. Kim shot him yet another glare, but he just responded with a cheery smile. "I'm supposed to help you! Let me remind you that I am officially recognized as your sidekick."
She sighed and closed her eyes, finally submitting. "Ugh! Fine. 23-3-21."
Ron laughed again, a triumphant one, pleased that Kim wasn't spazzing out anymore. He turned the lock to the combination and swung the door open. He then grabbed the top half of the column of papers and books from her and shoved it into her locker, somehow fitting it next to the large monitor, along with the books he caught. Kim then took the bottom half and forced it in. She opened her book bag and grabbed even more books from the locker, administering them to the bag. Ron rolled his eyes at Kim, saying, "Don't you think you have a bit too much to do?"
"iCarpe diem,1/I" Kim huffed.
Ron snorted. "iNon omnia possumus omnes.2/I" he retorted. And once again he won, because Kim had no idea what he said. "Kim, we've been reading Virgil in class all week... are you sure you're okay?"
She looked down at her feet as they began walking to Latin. "Well, my schedule is a little tight again...," She admitted. "We have had so much work lately, I still have to help design for the gym for next Saturday's dance, have the new routine down perfectly, iand/I I save the world every other day. But I've dealt with a schedule like this, and I was fine before! It's no big."
"Last time, you were wearing shoes that let you move at hyper-speed." Kim sighed, and rushed ahead of him. Ron caught up with her and cut her off, stopping her a couple of yards away from the Latin classroom. He put his hands on her shoulders to keep her from escaping to the classroom, and so they stood there as students rushed past them, Kim still looking to the ground and Ron still trying to see her face.
Finally the bell rang, and in a minute, the halls were empty. Ron could hear the noises in the classroom, his teacher saying, "iSalvete, discibuli,/i" and the students' combined reply, "iSalve, magistra./i3"
Kim finally looked up, still ignoring his gaze as she looked over his shoulder to the adjacent classroom, and groaned, "Ron, now we're late for class."
"I'm not letting you go any further until you've admitted you're stressed, Kimmie."
Kim stared up at him, and locked her eyes with his, her emerald eyes glaring. "What, you don't think I can do what I have to do?"
"I'm not saying that. But that doesn't mean you have to do ieverything./i"
Kim mumbled something, adverting his stare once again. "Can we just go ahead to class?"
Ron sighed disappointedly, dropping his hands to his sides. But as he was walking to the door, the familiar chiming of the Kimmunicator halted him. Kim growled and pulled the Kimmunicator out of her pocket. "iWhat,/I Wade?"
Wade jumped back in his rolling chair, a smirk on his face. "Good morning to you too! Aren't you just in an unnaturally chipper mood today?"
"Can it. What do you want?"
Wade rolled his eyes in the miniature screen. He shot Kim a look, saying, "It's not what iI/I want, obviously. You should learn not to kill the messenger. There's a hit on your site... kind of different from the others."
Ron popped up above Kim's shoulder, looking at Wade. "What's so different? Villains attempting world domination, thefts of government property..."
"A serial killer. And rapist."
His eyes widening, Ron gulped dry air. "Er, yes. That iis/I a tad bit not in our league..."
Kim 'humph-ed' in displeasure and nudged Ron away from her back. "Since when do we do murder investigations? Why can't the police solve this?"
"According to their post, nobody can catch him. The police has not told the public about this, because he is... too good at what he does. You might as well take the job, since you can do anything."
Kim smacked her forehead. "Fine, fine... Good thing we have a Teacher Work Day on Monday, we will have a three day weekend starting tomorrow. So where is it?"
"It has been happening in a small city called Mansford. It's in Colorado. It has a popular ski resort which is used in these snowy months. Need a ride?"
"But of course. Thanks Wade... sorry for being a bitch earlier."
"No prob. And Kim?"
"Yeah?"
Wade arched an eyebrow. "They have specially requested that you come with Mr. Ron Stoppable."
Ron smiled. "Finally. It's about time I get appreciated for my hard work!"
Kim rolled her eyes, adding a final goodbye to Wade and switching off the Kimmunicator.
The helicopter hovered a foot above the parking lot of the school. In the windows of the school, there were gaping faces staring. The students pointed at it as it blew air to the surrounding trees, causing the remaining few brown leaves of Winter to fly madly around. Kim and Ron ran out of the school, heading to the helicopter, backpacks on. Ron, who was now about six inches taller than Kim, hoisted her into the space behind the cockpit, and then grabbed onto her outstretched hand as she helped him jump up. As soon as he got in, the helicopter sped upwards into the air. The sudden movement caught Ron off balance, and he almost stumbled out of the side. Fortunately, Kim caught his long navy sleeve and pulled him back up. A few seconds after, the side door slid shut. They were off, heading towards the Rockies.
Ron gasped and sat down on the bench at the back, running his fingers through his blonde hair. "That was iway/I to close for comfort. Thanks, KP," he said as he set his backpack on the floor.
"No big," she answered with a warm smile, which Ron couldn't help but think looked strained. She also set her bag on the floor, but looked up when she remembered something."Hey... where is Rufus? I haven't seen him all day."
"My faithful compadre is sick. He's staying at home now."
Kim frowned. "Aw, poor Rufus. I'm going up to the cockpit for a second, be right back."
"Right." Kim leaned forward to talk with the other two people in the helicopter, so Ron stared outside of a window, watching as the ground seemed to move below him. He couldn't help but worry about Kim. iShe has been acting so stressed lately! How will she survive our sophomore year at school with all this shit bothering her? And why won't she just be honest with me?/I
Ron was distressed. Kim was usually honest with him, and it just hurt him that she couldn't admit a silly thing about stress. It especially made him discontent because he cared for her. Possibly, though he wasn't sure, more than you were supposed to care for you're best friend. She was the only person he really trusted, she was beautiful, talented, and was the one being who would tolerate him. iBesides Rufus, anyways, but he isn't here. And he isn't human./I Ron grabbed the headphones and put them on, trying to force away the drone of the helicopter and his thoughts. He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, listening to Jimi Hendrix.
Meanwhile, Kim was chit chatting with the pilot an co-pilot. Surprisingly, she didn't know them like she usually did. They had come all the way from Colorado to pick them up. The co-pilot to her right was a woman, with a tan and tons of black braids in her hair, but she couldn't see her eyes. They were shielded from the glare of the sun with a pair sunglasses, same with the man. The pilot had light brown hair and was a bit pale. He introduced himself as Brad, and the co-pilot as Sarah. They told her that they were a part of the police department for Mansford, but they wouldn't tell her about the case. "Wait til we get there," Sarah said.
So Kim stood up straight and turned back to her and Ron's part of the helicopter. Kim strode over to the bench and sat down on Ron's left. The bench was small, so her side touched his. Ron's eyes opened and he sat up, moving over a bit to give her more room. He took off his headphones and put them back around his neck.
Ron asked, "So, they tell you anything about the case?" his vice was raised a little because of the humming from the aircraft.
Kim shook her head. "They want us to wait til we get there. It will be a couple of hours."
Ron nodded in reply. Kim yawned and rested her head on his shoulder, taking a quick nap. She had been a victim of a tiring day. Ron blushed slightly and lay his head on top of hers, also closing his eyes, trying to ignore the fact that his heart was beating rapidly.
They missed the smirk from Brad.
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1 'iCarpe diem./i' is Latin for 'seize the day.'
2 'iNon omnia possumus omnes/i.' A quote from Virgil. Latin for 'We cannot do everything.'
3 'iSalvete... magistra/i' Latin for 'Hello, students.' 'Hello, teacher.'
iSi hoc legere scis nimium eruditionis habes./i Tee hee hee. Sorry... o-o;
So yes, that is the end of ze first chapter. I know the helicopter thing isn't that original, but hey... who really cares? :D Well now. Yes. A MURDERER!! How scandalous. He's really cer-ayzay too, just you wait. And why was Brad all smirkilicious? And no, it isn't because he's a pedophile and he was checking out Ron. You weirdo.
So.. Zer shall be drama! Romance! Suspense! Scary shit! And K/R! Be still, my beating heart.
It might take me a couple of days to update again, but I will eventually. I will be quicker if I get lots of good reviews. *wink wink nudge nudge.*