Kim sank down into the water. She'd opted for a bath instead of a shower, because she could relax into the bath, and if she decided to stay in there a while, and Josh or Ron got impatient, they could always use the shower. After all, Josh was her boyfriend, and Ron was, well, Ron - it was hard to call to mind just how often they'd had to change in the middle of a mission with nothing to hide behind, and both had become quite skilled at not actually seeing the other's body. She was regretting her choice now, however, because the water was a dull red. She would never have believed there was that much dried blood on her, but letting her hair into the water had proved otherwise, and she was left wondering how much of it was her own.
"All of it, I guess," she sighed, "In one sense or another. Well, except for Shego's." Indeed, the only ones who seemed to have lost any blood in the battle were the synthetic aberrations that had stolen her identity, Shego, and herself. Somehow, Ron and Josh had come out unscathed - physically at least. She could only assume that Da Hand hadn't been injured, either.
What
was with Mr. Da Hand, anyway? she wondered. First telling her that she
would need to kill, and then not letting her do it. As though he had
some use planned for her foe. She shuddered to think that
perhaps the reason why she wasn't dead was because he had some purpose
for her, as well. As she wondered whose side this man was on, or if he
was on one at all, he began to seem more villainous than anyone she'd
ever fought, even though he didn't for the most part act like a villain.
"What's your game, Da Hand?" she asked the Universe.
Kim's thoughts now turned to what had happened on the inside of her head. What she'd learned about the synthetic copies of herself was astounding. What she'd learned about Shego shocked her. But why had it rocked her own world so, that she'd actually try to kill someone? Destroying the synths had been no big, she had after all destroyed clones of herself before just by spraying them with soda, and she had understood how lost and without life they actually were. Shego, however, was another true human being. She had a soul and lived life - and Kim had been about to kill her. Once again, she didn't know whether to hate or thank Da Hand for stopping her. What confused Kim most of all, though, was how she felt now. She could feel that it almost no longer mattered to her the difference between life and death. The decision on whether to terminate another's life was a line she'd stood on, oh, so many times, and it might have been so much easier for her if she had killed, but something fundamental in her thoughts had stopped her. She knew that it wasn't there any more.
A lack of sleep was now overcoming Kim, and she didn't bother much to fight it. She sank slowly into a subconscious state, and further into her bath, even hoping that sleep would be a release from these troubling thoughts.
It was not to be. A gunshot woke her from approaching slumber, and she sat up quickly, spilling the rusty liquid over onto the floor. She climbed out of the bath, red and soapy water dripping from her naked body like rain off an orchid leaf. Pulling on the bleached robe, she ran out into the hall, stopping in her parents room to collect her mother's emergency handgun from under her lamp, and she raced down the stairs, cocking the weapon, ready to do anything.
She stopped suddenly when she saw the scene at the base of the stairs. There was Josh, with some kind of ray gun. Dr. Director was holding her own weapon, a plasma gun, aimed and ready. Ron was holding a very precisely aimed Glock, that was smoking and steaming as the barrel cooled. And there was Shego, one hand raised in a fist, flaming green, dripping a silver liquid that steamed as it made contact with the air, and was solid by the time it hit the ground, pellets bouncing off the front door step. Kim put her own weapon down as Shego unfolded her hand and dropped the rest of the lead, a solid mould of the inside of her fist, to the ground. The nickel bullets from a Beretta would be of no use, if Shego could catch and destroy shots from a Glock.
"I'm not here for a fight," started Shego, but Kim was already running. Shego was soon on the ground, and the inexorable hurting ensued.
Kim fought hard and fast, never pausing to let Shego get a hit in. Not that it would have mattered - Shego didn't even flare her hands, and only tried to block everything that Kim threw at her. Her blocks were not always successful, and Kim managed to land a few nasty blows on Shego's breast and stomach, and even cut her face with her fingernails.
Shego started to try and speak again, but Kim took this as an opening, and swatted her hard onto the ground, taking a boxing stance, unusual for her.
"Get up." commanded Kim, sneering, but Shego didn't. She lay on the ground, occasionally spitting out some blood, hoping that Kim still would not attack a prone target, although aware that it may not anymore be the case - she had, after all, just cut Shego off not with a witty retort, but by not even letting her speak. Kim decided she'd waited too long, and moved to finish Shego off where she lay, when a breeze brought something to her attention.
Kim looked up to see the entire street, many of whom had stepped out of their homes to see what the gunshot they'd heard was, staring at her. She looked down at her open robe, flapping in the wind, her private places, still moist and dripping made public, and her whole body went redder than the stains on the inside of her robe. She was surprised as a pair of green hands moved around from behind her, closing her robe and tying the sash.
"I only want to talk with you," Shego uttered.
"Have you considered that maybe I don't want to talk with you?" snapped Kim, angrily, turning to face her. She was confounded again to see that Shego's face was no longer covered in blood.
Shego sighed. "I was hoping you'd be more reasonable than that," she admitted.
She decided to make another push for court. Discarding her gloves,
Shego pressed three fingers against the scab under Kim's neck. Closing
her eyes, she let the green energy flow.
Kim's jaw dropped as the scab closed, and the scarring around it disappeared. "So, that's what the green glow does?" she asked, confused. She had only ever seen it used for destruction before.
Shego laughed. "All the Go team glows have two sides," she elucidated, "For the blue and purple glows, it's in how they are used, and for the red and green glows, it's more explicit. The red glow can also be used to meld parts of something broken together."
Kim furrowed her brow. All thoughts of fighting the woman she faced deferred, she asked, "The others?"
"Green can rip or repair, you've seen that; Either way, it provides in itself an extra strength, too. I should think it's fairly obvious for the other two," the green girl continued, "Purple can be used to get into small spaces like into a collapsed building, or to make obstacles like rubble more manageable, or it can be used for espionage or even more perverted purposes. For blue, it's very simple - you can use your strength to help or hurt, like anyone else, just there's a lot more of it."
Kim pondered over her foe for a moment. Finally, her thoughts came to a resolution. "What did you want to talk about?" she asked, motioning Shego inside.
'What?!' you say, 'Kim and Shego speaking sincerely? A lighter side to the Go team green glow? Am I smoking crack?!' Well, no, depressing though you may find it, I'm not. Yes, I did make up that bit with the Go team glows, but you have to admit, it makes a bit of sense. Well, more sense than "Cybertronic Cheese" (-cough- Shameless "band" plug! -cough-. Google for it if you're curious, was the first result last time I checked).
As promised, though, we had the nudity, and the fight scenes, with the logical evidence for nudity in them, and even the Kung-Fu in bathrobes - well, because as far as I know, Kim normally fights Kung-Fu style, and she was in a bathrobe.
Next Chapter: Will I add underline to this subtitle as well?! What's on Shego's mind?! What does Da Hand have to do with GJ?! Will Kim's naked body be broadcast over the Internet?! Is the author actually insane, or is he just faking it?! Find out in the next instalment of KP: Revelations!fanfiction.net has some really weird disallowances.... Why can't I have an asterisk, I wonder?
