Chapter 6:
Training
By Georsama
"SHEGO!" Drakken's voice shouted over the P.A. system, echoing through the hidden compound. His henchmen winced and tensed ready for anything.
The blue skinned genius paced his small lab slash office impatiently. Over the last month Shego had been disappearing with no real explanation and the only thing stopping the mad scientist, of which there should be no doubt, from blowing up on her was it was just too much trouble.
He continued to pace then paused, grabbing the microphone preparing to shout once more. Just as he took a deep breath the metallic, automatic doors hissed open, which in turn caused him to turn to see who it was.
The figure was half concealed in shadows but he couldn't mistake the outfit or the body posture, their black hair was brushed back over her shoulder staring at him.
"You screamed?" she asked, her voice sounding bored, not letting on about the bruises from her fight with Monkey Fist hidden under her green and black spandex uniform. She had that annoyingly uninterested look on her face as she crossed the threshold so that the doors slid shut behind her.
"Yes Shego, I did." Drakken said just about slamming the microphone down onto the table, glaring at her. He started towards her slowly; anger in his features "Things are getting far too lax around here."
Shego shrugged, leaning back against the wall, watching him, unaffected by his anger. After all she had seen him in deadly rages, which if she were honest with herself, she missed. She could remember back
when stories of him had been used by other villains to scare each other, it had been that viciousness that had first drawn her to him after she broke away from Team Go.
He stopped in front of her, putting a finger in her face, which was a dangerous thing even for him "If you'll get over your indifference I would call your attention to the fact that my Trans-energetic phase indicator is missing!"
Shego blinked, feeling a sort of dread form in her. He had finally noticed it was missing and from the look in his eyes he was very close to un-bottling the dormant rage inside, which meant this was a more precarious situation that she had first thought.
Drakken seemed too caught up in his anger to notice his assistant's reaction to that announcement "Do you have any idea what that device could do if it was used improperly? I want it found, and I want it found now!" He nearly screamed at her, his arms flung out wide at his sides.
Shego nodded, her mind working over time, knowing that nothing was more dangerous than a truly upset Drakken "Was it about the size of a pen with a flashing light on one end?" She asked as a plan to give him a quick outlet for his anger formed in her mind.
"Have you seen it? He asked, his interested suddenly shifting back to her from his ranting.
She nodded trying to maintain her air of indifference "Yes, one of the henchmen had it, Guyver I think. He said he was going to sell it. I didn't think much of it, just thought it was a pen." She saw the gleam in his eye, which sent a chill up her, but she also saw the twisted smile forming on his lips.
"I want you to track it down." he said in a suddenly calm voice, though Shego knew he was not calm.
She nodded turning to head for the door "Whatever, I'll be back." she called over her shoulder only to stop as Drakken shouted the henchmen's name over the P.A. system.
She turned to look at him, he was stooped over a lab table seemingly back to normal. Shaking her head she left him alone, knowing that when she got back they would be short one henchman if he ever managed to find Guyver.
***
"Ron-san, you must train." Yori said in a rather pleading tone. She stared at the blonde haired boy who was currently working on his pre-calculus homework. Ron was just staring at the papers in front of him blankly, unable to comprehend anything; he looked up at her and heaved a sigh.
"Why? I mean I don't see Monkey Fist leaping around doing anything." he shook his head "Besides I need to concentrate on my homework, I mean last paper I got a G. That's a grade lower than an F."
Yori brought her hand down on the table rather hard, talking in a voice that brooked no argument "Stoppable-san, you must train. If you do not it could be dire."
Ron looked up at her with wide eyes, surprised at her outburst. He dropped his pencil on the table and stood "Fine. I'll train if it's that important to you."
She watched him then nodded "Good, meditation first."
Ron sighed, sitting down on the hard linoleum of his kitchen floor, he closed his eyes and, taking the position he learned in Japan, tried to clear his mind and control his breathing. He couldn't seem to quite get Kim out of his mind though, but he did his best.
"Remember Ron-san, you must clear your mind totally. You heart must beat in rhythm with your breath and your soul." Yori told him quietly, her voice sounding mystical but he just felt stupid trying to do this in his own kitchen, but she wanted him to train so that was what he was doing.
After several minutes Yori sighed "Maybe we should try some combat training."
Ron opened his eyes and sighing himself stood up, his legs almost creaking. He would have, no matter how much he enjoyed Yori's company, preferred to be with Kim. Mainly because they didn't spend that much time together any more, but Kim had overloaded herself with extra-circular activities.
"Alright, but can we go outside for it? We don't have a lot of room here." he asked looking at the young woman. She nodded and turning, started out of the kitchen, glad to finally be doing something that might counteract both her vision and Master Sensei's.
Ron followed her complacently outside into his back yard, it was fenced off and large so they would have privacy and lots of room. He looked around to see what they would be using as a Bo staff when he heard a unfamiliar rustling in the air. He turned his head in time to see the kick coming at him and reacted bending back to avoid it, but over balanced and fell hard.
However he didn't lay there long, he rolled to his left and then scrambled up as a foot came crashing down in an ax kick where he had just been. Ron slipped into a fighting stance and stared wide eyed at Yori who was in her own fighting stance watching him.
"Ron-san, training involves more than spinning a staff around. We will fight till exhaustion takes you and beyond, it is over due for you to fully grasp Tai Shing Pek Kwar." Yori said, smiling just a tad, her eyes studying him as she picked out the flaws in his stance.
Ron couldn't help but gulp, this was going to be painful, he could feel it in his bones.
***
"Wade, have you found anything yet?" Kim asked in a whisper for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. She glanced up from her spot in the back of the room that she had taken in the back of the spring dance committee.
"No Kim, nothing. It's almost like she's a ghost, I've only managed to find a few things." Wade responded in a hushed tone.
Kim frowned every so slightly, looking at the screen then back up and around to see if anyone was looking then whispered back "Keep looking, there has to be something. Her parents for example."
Wade shook his head "Alright, I'll keep looking but Kim so far she's a mystery. I'll give you a download of everything I've managed to scrape up so far." he started typing, the screen going blank to show the download bar. Kim sighing leaned back in her chair and stared at the other members, crossing her arms in waiting.
Kim was not happy, Wade had spent the better part of a month looking for information on Yori and he hadn't found out all that much. She trusted Ron, but she just had to know everything she could about Yori, the more the girl hung around the more Kim felt threatened.
Absently, she crossed her legs, beginning to bounce one impatiently, trying to remember why she had joined the spring dance committee. Of course one glance at Bonnie and she knew why, the tanned girl was smiling and flipping her hair every so often. Watching her do that only caused a sense of intense dislike to well up inside her.
The tanned girl shot a glance at the red head and offered a fake smile then mouthed 'I'm going to get Ron.' Kim balled on her hands into a fist and tightened her grip up on the communicator. She glared death at the girl, but it had no effect. Bonnie, smiling a confident smile, turned her head back to the other members who were talking about who to get for the dance.
Kim felt her eye beginning to tic in anger; she wanted to rip Bonnie's hair out. But instead she looked down at her communicator, which was vibrating so as not to make any noise. She studied what Wade had found on Yori, but was disappointed.
He found a birthday, the name of her school and that was about it. The girl was a mystery, a complete unknown. Kim turned off her communicator frowning and shoved it angrily into her pocket. She took a breath, letting it out slowly, she didn't like this not knowing, but she couldn't do anything until either Yori was exposed as something evil or she stole Ron.
However, for Kim Possible, the waiting was sheer torture.
***
Slow even breathing, concentration, those were the actions to be found in the hidden temple in the pacific. In the exact center of the pedestals with the jade monkeys, surrounded by his monkey army which was growing day by day, sat the monkey master Monkey Fist.
His eyes were closed, Tai Shing Pek Kwar, as he once told his former butler, is part mental. He had learned from his mistakes with Ron Stoppable, longer meditation was the key to better technique of Tai Shing Pek Kwar. It had taken him a few encounters to realize it, but of course now he knew and he was making sure that it was done by his army.
After another hour of meditation, bringing the total to five hours, he opened his eyes and stood. He was followed by his army, he studied them for a moment and then, clasping hands behind his back, spoke. "It is time for training." he seemed to stand at his full height glaring at one group "Last time, Kim Possible and that accursed Shego, fought at least half of you to a stand still."
He paused and turned his attention to the other group, the ones that had attacked Ron "And you, you couldn't even stop the buffoon or the hairless rodent." His anger was making itself evident in his voice, but he paused gaining control.
"Training for you will be as follows, a mock battle on the island. Those that just joined us will stay here with me and Chippy to practice."
There was a shifting of uneasiness in the ninja monkeys, but they dared not go against his orders. The two groups turned and hurriedly exited the temple.
Monkey Fist surveying the remaining ones, with Chippy at his side turned and started out of the temple towards a small antechamber "Come. We will see how you fare under a master of Tai Shing Pek Kwar's tutelage."
***
"Again!" A rather harsh female voice shouted.
It was obeyed instantly by a young blonde man, he flipped backwards dodging another swift strike. He resumed his fighting stance and moved his arms in quick movements blocking the kicks and strikes thrown at him.
His hands were beginning to sting and his arms were beginning to feel like lead, along with his legs. She paused suddenly, in a prefect posture.
"Your technique is good, but your defense leaves a lot to be desired."
He didn't answer, instead he was trying to catch his breath, not that it worked. The girl was attacking him once more, moving faster than ever, he preformed a leap up to avoid the leg sweep, then forced his body to bend backwards in the air to avoid the ridge hand strike.
He landed with an oomph face down on the ground, driving the air out of him. He gasped in pain and surprise, however he heard the rustling of her clothes alerting him.
He forced himself to roll over then pushing himself up onto his forearms throwing a twin kick, she blocked it but did move back. He flopped his legs back onto the ground; with a weak sounding groan he regained his feet.
"Yori, it's been four hours." he pleaded, sweating and sore. She seemed to ignore him, grabbing an old broom handle, hefting it like a spear taking aim. Ron yelped as she hurled it at him with precision, it whistled over his head as he dropped down into a squatting stance.
Using his palms as well as his legs he sprang forward, very much like a monkey. He seemed to soar through the air, his hang time seemed amazing, he landed as she began to throw another strike.
With a move very much like something Monkey Fist would perform he grabbed her hands not allowing her to attack. "Can we please stop?"
She growled leaping upwards planting her feet in his chest and pushed off, causing him to stumble back and lose his grip. She flipped and landed in a crouch, hands held out in a picture perfect pose "Maybe if you can make it through another hour."
***
The rustling of leafs hid the slight squeak of the green and black spandex outfit as it slinked through the Zoo. The pale girl crouched down studying the scene; this was her last lead even though it had been a month since Monkey Fist had shown his hairy face.
She frowned, what was she missing? She was looking for some clue about his next move, maybe Kim could stand to stop Frugal Lucre or some lame brain scheme of Drakken's while Monkey Fist was laying low, but Shego wanted his head.
He had humiliated her, ; it was amazingly hard to explain why one had nacho cheese in your hair. She felt a slight tic in her right eye, that hairy primate angered her even more than Kim.
She ignited one of hands and scorched the plant life next to her, thankfully the zoo was closed for renovations and repairs still. Grumbling she stopped her search feeling her cell phone vibrating. With irritation she grabbed the phone and answered it "This has better be good!"
"Oh, it's you." she said sounding a tad more annoyed. "I tracked it down to the last buyer, I'm scouting around right now."
She blinked and grumbled, then closing an eye in a wince at the shouting voice "Don't shout at me you blue skinned freak. I'm out here hunting that damned thing down and it's not my fault that you can't find Guvyer."
Sighing, she shook her head "I'm going to hang up now, I'll let you know when I get it back." She rolled her eyes, then cradling the phone against her shoulder she began to file her nails.
She paused briefly saying 'uh-uh' to whatever he was saying, then resumed filing her nails. She stopped and shook her head "I hate you to." a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, as she turned off her phone putting it and her nail file up.
She studied the scene for another hour before finally returning to her jet board, there were no hints here. She would have to go check into some seedy hotel and figure something out.
***
Ron was panting from exertion as he listened to the dark haired girl in front of him shouting for him to move faster and to keep his left side protected. He blinked away the stinging sweat that dripped into his eyes as he twisted and batted her attacks away.
He felt his back touch the trunk of the tree suddenly and acting on instinct he spun to the right avoiding her punch. The girl let her momentum carry herself around to turn and face the blonde boy.
She somehow managed to cover the distance between them in the blink of an eye launching a punch at him, but he managed to block it and countered with some off balance but well performed punches and kicks for himself.
Yori was able to block and dodge all of them, but she noted with pride that he was doing much better than she had thought he would at this point. It had been nearly five hours of constant non-stop training.
"I.think.I'm.going.to.pass.out." he said between breaths and attacks.
The girl smirked and lunged at him, he reacted instantly catching her, he spun her overhead and then tossing her away. She flew through the air surprised but she managed to land and roll forward grabbing the discarded broom as she stood spinning to face him.
She spun it quickly advancing, forcing him to back off. She suddenly shifted her grasp and used it like a bat swung it at his head, he ducked as it whistled over head "That almost hit me."
"You better dodge then Ron-san." she responded a small smile playing on her lips.
Ron gulped and continued to move, block and dodge. He was beginning to think that Yori was taking some enjoyment out of this, much like when Kim would make him, along with the squad, work on something over and over till the point of exhaustion.
He caught the staff, his hands stinging, and twisted to stop her onslaught "Can we please stop?" She studied him for a moment silently then glanced at the setting sun then back at him.
She remained quiet for several more minutes, seemingly trying to make up her mind, then shoved the staff and him backwards so he tripped over his feet and landed in a heap on the ground.
He laid there panting, sweating and exhausted. "Ron-san, you did good for your first day." Yori said kneeling down to help him up "From now on, everyday you are not with Kim-dono we will be training."
Wheezing from exhaustion he stood shakily and looked over at her "Is it always like this?"
Yori shook her head "No. Normally five hours is only a proper warm-up for advanced students." she gave him a smile "Master Sensei did not put you through it the last time because he knew you were not ready."
Ron nodded coughing a little as he caught his breath "I see...and he thinks I am now?"
Yori shook her head "No, it was my decision as Yamanochi's next sensei that you should." She paused smiling at him "Master Sensei has been training me to take over for him, you are my first student."
Ron looked at her for a moment and then shaking his started towards his house "Then should I call you Master Yori? Or would it be Sensei Yori?" He asked musing over it.
"Neither, until Master Sensei passes I am Yori." she said smiling.
He nodded sighing as he opened the back door for her "I see. Not to be rude but can I please get a shower so I can make it to dinner with Kim?" he asked and pleaded at the same time.
She nodded "Alright." she didn't tell him that she would put him through the intermediate obstacle course the next time. She studied his body movement, noting the weariness, viewing him as his instructor she couldn't find much sympathy.
After all, he knew the style far too well to be making the mistakes he did, or to be so sloppy. She would force him to perform to the best of his abilities, which should surpass her own.
Sighing to herself she bid him farewell as they entered the kitchen, she might have stayed longer, but he had began to talk about Kim and she couldn't stand it.
Ron, groaning to himself, picked his unfinished homework and putting it on his books, started up the stairs for a quick shower and then to change so he could make it to Kim's house for dinner.
That knowledge put an extra spring in his step, not only would he be with his girlfriend, but he would be sampling food fixed by, at least in his opinion, the best cook ever.
***
Bonnie sighed to herself as she listened to her expensive stereo system. She was not a happy camper, not happy at all. Kim had managed to derail her ideas about the spring dance like always, but worst of all, Ron was still out of her clutches.
She frowned starting to put cotton swabs between her toes to paint them, not that Kim had much to do with that. The tanned girl carefully undid the top on her nail polish and began to apply it carefully, frowning.
Rumor had it that Kim had lost Ron to Yori, but Bonnie had seen him and Kim kissing, not as often as they used to though. And she had also seen him out on a date with the oriental girl, it was confusing because by all appearances Kim had actually lost Ron.
She paused hearing the phone, it played her favorite song I'm a bitch, by Meredith Brooks. Putting her nail polish up she answered the phone.
"This is Bonnie, you better be important." she said her voice sing songy as she picked her paint up and returned to painting her nails. She paused and nodded slightly "Oh hey Josh" she rolled her eyes "Yes your important."
She resumed painting her toenails, cradling the phone against her shoulder, whatever he was saying had her attention. She started to smile slowly then giggled "You're brilliant! I could simply kiss you." the glimmer in her eye revealing the fact that she truly loved his idea.
"You think it'd work?" she found herself asking, not doubtful, just cautious. She nodded one last time
"Alright, day after tomorrow I'll be in the band room then." she paused and then said almost threateningly "And Joshie...this had better work."
She hung up and smiled even brighter as she continued painting her toes. She really couldn't stand that spiky haired moron, but he was cute and he did have a rather ingenious mind, well at times, and this time he had a plan that was simply brilliant.
***
Kim watched in amazement as Ron shoveled the food from his plate into his mouth at almost blinding speed. She had never seen him eat so quickly, which was saying something since she had seen him at Bueno Nacho on ten naco's for ninety-nine cents night.
It was almost as surprising as the fact that he had actually showered, not a normal thing for him to do when there was no school. Rufus of course was not far from Ron, devouring his own plate of food and somehow managing to keep pace with the blonde eating machine.
Kim was pulled out of her hobby of Ron watching by the sound of fork and knife scraping plate. She blinked watching as he set his tools on the now spotlessly empty plate and leaned back in his chair giving a satisfied sigh "Now that was a great dinner. You did a wonderful job Mrs. Dr. Possible."
"Well thank you Ron, but I didn't cook dinner tonight." she responded a hint a bemused smile on her face.
"Really it was a great..." He started then stopped and looked at her oddly "Wait, did you say you didn't cook dinner?" Confusion was obvious in his eyes.
Kim picked up her plate and his, along with the rest of the family plates, carrying them to the sink. She was smiling to herself as her mother answered him.
"Kim cooked dinner tonight."
Kim turned still holding a plate in her hand to look at Ron's reaction, his eyes were wide in surprise. He recovered seemingly immediately and began to smile in a very bemused fashion "Kp cooked dinner?"
Her mom nodded, a smile playing on her face. Her father rustled his newspaper as he opened it glancing at the young man from over the edge of it, then returning his gaze to what he was reading.
"Is that so hard to believe Ron?" Kim asked starting towards him, having set the plates into the sink. She was giving him a mock frown, which was hard, since his bemusement was turning to surprise and confusion.
Kim's mother nudged her husband as her daughter leaned over and kissed his cheek lightly. Her father just grunted, not wanting to see it, though he was smiling to himself.
"So did you really like it?' Kim asked anxiously as she took her seat next to him.
Ron nodded smiling at her "Of course I did. Why wouldn't I?"
Kim's mother, wishing to give them privacy, took her husband's arm and attempted to pull him up "Come on, let's go in the other room. There's a show I want to watch."
Mr. Possible lowered his paper and looked up at his wife in confusion "But why do I have to go watch it to?"
"Because I want you to." she stated, then not wanting any further argument, brought out her puppy dog pout causing her husband to cave immediately. Once they were out of the room Kim and Ron started laughing.
"You think we'll ever be like that?" Kim asked in-between her giggles.
"Probably. But lets not have any twins." he responded chuckling. Kim nodded in agreement, unable to keep from laughing just a little bit harder.
***
Ron Stoppable entered his house quietly, his body sore and wore out. He yawned to himself, thankfully no mission had come up tonight so he was actually going to get some sleep. He pulled off his shirt revealing his skinny pale body as he started up the stairs to his room.
He entered his room stepping over the debris in his floor, not bothering to turn on his light. He tossed his shirt at his computer chair but it fell short. With a groan he fished in his pocket and pulled out his pink hairless pet/friend Rufus.
He sat his sleeping friend down in his makeshift bed and carefully removed his own pants, he was moving slowly, his muscles just about screaming at him. He felt twenty times as bad as the training he had received in Japan.
He crawled into bed, talking in a tired voice to himself "I'm going to be sleeping like a baby tonight." He laughed collapsing on his bed, he inhaled deeply and smelt Kim's perfume which reminded him that tomorrow Kim would be coming over after her after-school meeting so he needed to clean this place up.
He closed his eyes, beginning to drift off on the ethereal fingers of sleep. The further along he drifted into the comforting darkness of sleep the familiar red haired, green eyed beauty appeared to him. He felt a smile forming on his lip as he finally drifted off completely into sleep's embrace.
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AR:
Rockman SP: Really? I wasn't even thinking about them and for future reference all heck can and probably will break loose any minute of any chapter. Glad you liked the answer and I see, I see...so where's mine?
Sonomi: Thank you.
Sloane Miette: I'm sorry, didn't mean to make you mad. Hey, gizmo doesn't scare me I have the evil fic bunny on my shoulder, it'll protect me! As for Teddy, he sold it cause he enjoyed the story and because he has enough money and besides he likes to help young love.
Yamal: Glad you enjoyed the chapter and yes she is...She's known Ron so long that its not that big a shock is it? Kim's jealousy is a rather unstable factor that I'm using to its fullest...expect a full blown explosion soon. I'll keep up my great work rest assured.
A Psychedelic Leviathan: What can I say? When your writing about a couple you have to write fluff for Valentine's Day, so all I can really say is sorry. I've brought Fist back, preparing for another grand battle.
MC Becky a.k.a Miss Cheetah: weren't it though?
Spice of Life: Kim's Mother I think.
ss3dj: I'm glad it was a sweet one, as for the glares, not sure if it would really happen but it seemed good.
Parareru: Yes, I suppose it is, but it always rots my mind. Anyway, well she has to do something Yori and Ron are spending all sorts of time together...Well, she pushed him this time. Actually she's been pushing him for a month or so...but he's been avoiding it. No body ever said that knowing the future made things easier, we just sort of assumed it.
Yes, Ron's trying to sup up his ride...he might be able to...but he is going to have oil slicks and everything you suggested.
Thanks, points are nice and also thanks for pointing out all that, I was having a hard time trying to make up my mind about bowl or bowel.
warprince2099: Thanks.
Monkey Fist: Thanks, and I'm sorry about not giving you more to do but meditation is the key. (I am, I just don't get around to reading things lately) Good afternoon.
Classic Cowboy: Thank you, and I'll keep it up if you do.
Kat: glad it was sweet and that you loved it.
AN:
Well here it is, I want to thank my friend Ron Stoppable for taking the time to read through this and find the things I missed (which was a lot) So as a way of thank you why don't you all go and leave him lots and lots of nice reviews, or if your rich, send him money.
Now then, that being said I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter and that you enjoyed Yori schooling Ron. It might be a while before I get to post the next chapter, but I am already planning it out so no worries. Just read and enjoy; 'For the creativeness of man is finite and he must stop every other minute to replenish it.'
-Georsama