Kim Possible: The Fate of the Monkey Master

by Geor-sama

Kim and Ron are a couple. But now Ron must face his worst fear, Monkey Fist and decide his fate once and for all.

13. Chapter 13: The Dance

Chapter 13
-The Dance-
By Geor-sama

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The cave entrance was bathed in darkness with flickering lights dancing along the stone stairway. From deep inside the earthen chamber came the sound of combat, it seemed to grow louder each passing minute until it reached a crescendo with a scream.

It was at this moment that everything choice to go quiet, as if sound itself frozen in one instant. It was unsettling and slightly maddening, at least to the sole figure that had been present to hear the noise. Slowly, as if afraid that sound was some ravenous beast waiting to devour them, they started down the rough-hewn stone steps.

Their eyes focused on the stairs before them they followed the twisting stairway. They touched the stonewalls, they had been carved, but they were perfectly smooth. Stopping the figure leaned against it and whispered 'Booyah.' impressed almost beyond words.

Realizing that they were just standing there, they started down the stone steps once more, unnerved by the lack of echoes. They're mind churned over what they were experiencing, wishing that they had someone else here that might be able to understand what was happening and explain it to them.

Keeping one hand on the wall, they eased around a sharp curve in the stairway and found themselves facing an old man. He was short, but not yet stooped with old age. His white hair and beard gleamed in the darkness.

The descending figure bowed hurriedly to the shorter figure "Master Sensei"

The old man inclined his head slightly "Gashi Stoppable-san,"

Both of their voices lacked an echo, which disturbed the youngest man greatly "Master Sensei, what happened to the noise? The Echoes? This isn't natural, it's sick and wrong."

The old man, seeming impassive to his students concern, spoke up in the same authoritative yet fatherly voice "This is just a moment, a place in time that has been frozen."

The young man blinked shaking his head "So this is a dream or something?"

The old man shook his head "No Stoppable-san, this is a great many things, but it is not a dream." he paused and motioned for his student to have a seat "We have much to discuss, many important things."

Ron almost reluctantly took a seat on the stairs and looked up at the old man "So, what's first?"

"Your training, what have you learned?"

Ron shrugged "Well, that I can do the Rachio course in record time. That I can pretty much control my emotions if I really really concentrate on it. Pretty much a total course 'mastery of self' as Yori calls it."

"And what of your heart? Have you learned to listen to it?" the master asked softly.

Ron shrugged "I don't know, I mean, I'm pretty much trying to feel my way along with things. Things are complicated cause me and Kim are dating now," the blond paused and then smiled "Kim's..."

Master Sensei raised his hand to stop his student "Your best friend and your girlfriend. She is a reason for Yori's disfocus in your training."

"Wha?" Ron managed.

"Nothing my young student, tell me, what of Monkey Fist and the Lotus Blade?"

Ron looked at the ground sighing heavily "That is not such a good thing, every time I run into him we fight and he manages to get the best of me. I've tried calling the Lotus Blade, but it's like there's something blocking it."

The old man reached out and placed a hand on the younger boys shoulder "Stoppable-san, a mind troubled by doubt cannot focus on the course to victory."

"And that means?" Ron said looking up at Master Sensei.

"It means, we have other matters to concern ourselves with Stoppable-san so do not dwell on your doubts. You will face Monkey Fist and he will not escape."

"You know, I am getting a little tired of all this." the blond muttered looking up at the old man, who finally took his seat next to his student.

"Stoppable-san, you are given your paths that you must walk. Do not get tired for you will falter. Let us discuss something more to your liking, for our time is growing short."

Ron sighed and rubbed his temples "Ok, so you said this, place, was a lot of things but not a dream. What exactly is it?"

Master Sensei took a heavy breath and nodded "As you wish, this place is a moment in a time. A vision of things to come, a vision your destiny."

"My destiny?" Ron responded dryly.

The old man nodded continuing, "Yes, what you will face in this cave will decide a great many things. Many people's fates are intertwined in this moment."

Ron continuing to rub his temples lowering his voice "I'm getting a mondo headache."

"Remember that it is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities. You must make a choice on the path you take."

Ron sighed standing up slowly "How am I supposed to choose a path if I don't even know what I'm going to facing?"

"There was once a man who was faced with a choice much like yours. One path was wide and flat, without challenge. But the other path was narrow and uneven, filled with challenges and danger." Master Sensei explained.

Ron blinked "Ummm...so which one did he take and how exactly did he decide?"

The old man stood slowly turning to look at Ron "He choose the one few would travel, he choose by listening to what his heart wanted."

Ron blinked "so um...who was he?"

Master Sensei chuckled shaking his head "Stoppable-san, worry only about your heart. You must make a wise choice, I believe you are ready."

Ron opened his mouth to disagree when Master Sensei continued, "I pray that you take the right path. Our time has reached its end. Remember that prophecies are very rarely written in stone."

The dark room was suddenly filled with loud gasping breath, the beds tangled and stained sheets were cast to the side as the young man placed his hands onto his temples. His chest rose and fell in a rapid manner, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Brown eyes darted around the dark room, straining in the gray morning light that managed to get into the room.

Once his breathing had slowed and his pulse had returned to a normal level he dropped back onto his bed, eyes closing. A looming sense of danger washed over him, but he wasn't sure if it was just a dream or something real. Opening his eyes slowly, he sat up pushing his sheets to the side and slid out of bed.

He jumped slightly, muttering about the floor being to cold. He shuffled towards his bedroom door, eyes still half closed. He had a feeling that today was going to be a long day, stifling a yawn he opened his door and walked out into the hallway heading for his bathroom wanting nothing more than to be in bed sleeping.

A small mass of dirty clothes shifted slightly as a pink mole rat came into view. It was curled up into a tight ball, snoring softly. A shiver disturbed the peaceful slumber momentarily, but it paused quickly.

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In the distance, the sound of a bus making its rounds could be heard while up and down the street young child ran towards cars with parents in tow. Several houses sat quietly in the early morning, as if they were immune to the events surrounding them. This seemed especially true of the ranch style house.

Inside it appeared different, two short twins were running around, talking in their own private language while the parents talked in the kitchen. While their teenage daughter came bounding down the stairs, dressed in a gray sweatshirt and a bulging book bag.

She paused as her brothers ran past and then smiling walked to the picture window of the living room and stared out into the street, watching. Setting her back to the side she sat down, propping a foot up onto the seat.

It was hard to believe when looking at her that this was the same Kim that had been so violent weeks before. She had not one trace of tension in her; this was given evidence by the continuous and wide smile on her face. This was to be expected after three and a half weeks of uninterrupted bliss.

Her brothers ran back through the living room, teasing her until they noticed that she wasn't even paying any attention to them. Defeated the twin terrors ran from the room and back to the kitchen, anxious to start their school day.

The girl herself was lost in thought thinking about school, her boyfriend and a great many things. Mainly though she was enjoying the knowledge, that Bonnie Rockwaller was so mad at them both that she was staying far far away from them. Letting a soft sigh escape her, she chuckled, as nice as thinking about that was she had to think about night, it was going to be big and it was important.

Today was a half day of school, in celebration of spring. The School Board had axed spring break for some strange reason, but at least they gave the students a half day of school. Thankfully, it was the same day that they would have their spring dance, so it was enough for the students to be happy.

"Kimmie," her mother's voice cut through her thoughts, and Kim smiling looked around at her mother who was sipping her cup of coffee "Remember, your brothers are spending the night at Mr. and Mrs. Sheldon's."

Kim nodded "You and Dad still going to the convention?"

Her mother sipped her coffee cup and nodded "We're leaving at seven fifteen," she paused and smiled "Try to have Ron out of the house when we get home in the morning."

Kim blushed "Mom!" her mother only smiled and turned disappearing back into the kitchen. Kim shook her head, looking back out the window, praying that her mother didn't know what exactly she had planned for tonight.

She absently twirled a strand of hair around a slender finger, staring out at the road, losing herself in thought. It was one thing to do the things she did with Ron, but what she was considering was something else. It would most definitely put a new meaning to her meaning of 'sleeping' with Ron.

She spotted the familiar black sunbird as it eased to a stop in front of her house, she scooped up her book bag as she stood and started out of the house "Bye Mom, dad, Tweebs!" She jogged down the walkway, towards the car, glad that her sweatshirt was so loose.

She reached the sunbird just as the door sprung open and a rather cute blond boy smiled at her "Mornin Kp."

Smiling she set her bag in the floorboard sliding into the seat, closing the door behind her. "Morning Ron," she kissed his cheek settling in "Guess what I'm not wearing."

The blond boy blinked as he studied her, his hand on the gearshift. He had a disbelieving look on his face when he finished, licking his lips he swallowed the lump that suddenly formed in his throat "Uh Kp, you are wearing...I mean you're just teasing...you have to be wearing a..."

Kim, her smile widening flashed him before he could finish his sentence. When she lowered her shirt back into place she laughed "See, I'm not wearing one."

Ron blushing and coughing suddenly looked straight ahead of him, talking in a tense voice "I, uh, Kim that's, uh…" he trailed off glancing at her.

Kim giggled and opened her book bag pulling out a white shirt and a bra "Relax, I just wanted to wake you up." She looked down at his lap and then back up at him, a grin on her face "Guess I succeeded uh?"

Ron nodded dumbly while Kim's arms disappeared inside her shirt and the bra disappeared underneath. A hand reappeared to retrieve her shirt and then her head disappeared into the sweatshirt, minutes later the sweatshirt was tossed aside and Kim was making final adjustments to her shirt and bra.

Once she was situated, Ron pulled out into traffic keeping his eyes locked on traffic. Kim laughed and leaned back into her seat "Oh come on Ron, it's not like it's the first time you've seen me without one."

Ron responded without looking at her "Kp, you have no idea what seeing you like that does to me."

Kim smiled licking her lips just slightly "Oh yes I do." he muttered something and she giggled turning to look out the window as things flashed by. After several seconds, Kim spoke up "Today's a big day, isn't it?"

The blond smiled glancing at her "Yes it is! Half a day of school."

"And?" Kim prompted.

"Is there something else happening today?" the blond said glancing at her.

Kim looked at him incredulously "You don't remember," she sounded slightly hurt "My own boyfriend doesn't remember the spring dance, that thing that I've been working on since we got back from Christmas break!"

Ron blinked and looked over at her "Oooooh, that did you want to go?" He was smiling, but the icy reception he received was enough to wipe the smile off his face. Nervously he reached over to touch her hand light "Kp, I was just joking. Honest, I have tickets for it."

Kim snorted looking at him "Where are they?"

Ron keeping one eye on traffic and one on the sun visor he reached up and produced two tickets turning to offer them to her "See, I told you I had tickets."

Kim remained silent, studying the tickets and then suddenly she grabbed them from his hand and slid them into her pocket. Ron chose to focus on the road once more, weaving his way through traffic until he pulled into the semi-crowded parking lot. He pulled into the first available parking spot and killed the engine, feeling as if the silence in the car was colder than anything he'd ever experienced.

With a steadying breath, he undid his seatbelt and turned to face his girlfriend and hopefully stay out of the doghouse. He was relieved to see a small smile on Kim's face.

She poked his chest lightly "Ronald Dean Stoppable don't you ever joke like that again." When he nodded, she cupped his cheeks and leaned in giving him a passionate kiss, when she broke it he was smiling stupidly as was Kim. "I'm driving us home after school."

Ron nodded again, not saying a word. Kim laughing picked up her book bag and opened the door climbing out of the car "Come on Ron, were going to be late." Not waiting for his response, she closed her door and started towards the school.

Ron sat there in his car, following Kim with his eyes, nothing that she looked as if she was strutting. His mind seemed to return to normal and he hurriedly gathered his books up and pocketed both his keys and his sleeping mole rat into a pocket. The driver's side door opened and the blond climbed out in such a hurry that he just about tripped over his own feet. Once free of his car he hurried after Kim who was waiting for him just up ahead.

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The motel was an ugly green and yellow building, with nearly burnt out neon sign high over the brown metal roof. The surrounding neighborhood was rather dingy and low class, but it suited many a resident of Upperton.

Which was way when the van pulled into the parking lot and a tall man, dressed in all black, climbed out no one noticed. He stood there a moment and then approached the building. He snorted slightly as he passed through the small, dirty door. The lobby was horrible, the carpet was a sickly brown and the walls were the same color as the outside of the building.

The dark haired man turned towards the registration desk, with its peeling wood paneling. He started towards it with slow even strides and the greasy looking man standing behind it. He paused, hands behind his back as he looked down at the open registration book; his voice laced with an English accent "Do you have rooms available?"

The greasy man grunted as he answered "Fifteen dollars an hour."

The English man narrowed his eyes reaching out to place it over the book "I think you can do better."

The man gulped a little staring at the hair hand and then looked up at the man "Ten?" he paused and wiped at his face nervously "Five?"

The English man made a tsking sound and suddenly his hand rose from the book in a blur striking the greasy man in the neck, cutting the flow off to the brain. The greasy haired man stood there a moment and then collapsed in a heap out cold.

"I believe the proper answer was free," the English man said softly before he turned to watch the dozen monkey ninjas he'd brought with him appear from the shadows. The English man spoke quietly as his eyes roamed the lobby "We have several hours. Meditate and prepare yourselves for the task that is coming."

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The office was well lit and filled with an air of authority. It was a medium sized room with a massive wooden desk as its central focal point. One wall was filled with filing cabinets while the other walls were bare save for a few certificates and credentials giving the room a lack of personal feel.

In front of the massive desk sat a young spiky haired blond man, who was sprawled in his seat to avoid putting pressure on his groin. He's normally handsome face was marred by a frown as he stared blankly at the wall. His finger drummed on the armrest of his chair in a dull rhythm as he considered every single possibility for why exactly he was in this office instead of his second period class.

His thoughts on the subject were derailed when the door to the office opened and the imposing figure of Mr. Barkin entered gazing at a piece of paper. He approached his desk without looking away and laid the paper face down on it. Without a glance at the young man, he approached the filing cabinets and returned to his desk, folder in hand.

The large man remained silent as she settled into his chair and opened the folder. He retrieved a pen and sighing finally looked up at the student in front of him. "Mankey, do you have an idea why you're here?"

Josh, his handsome face once more the mask he wore to fool the teachers, shook his head slightly "No sir,"

Mr. Barkin laced his meaty fingers together staring at the young basketball captain "Well, I am concerned about the accidents you seem to be having. There setting back the schools basketball team,"

Josh gave his best 'I'm-sorry-but-I'm-Josh' smile "Just having a string of bad luck I suppose sir."

Mr. Barkin nodded sitting forward, picking up a small dish on his desk offering it to Josh "Crushed nuts?" The young man politely declined, even though he winced ever so slightly. Mr. Barkin set the dish down settling back into his chair "The school board is putting pressure on me Mankey, because we already have a very high accident rate thanks to Stoppable."

Josh clenched his fist at the mention of Ron, but he kept his face open and friendly "What does that have to do with me sir?"

Mr. Barkin sighed setting his pen down on the folder "They've ordered me to set up a new class, for shall we say our more accident prone, students." he paused studying the man's face "Unfortunately, this means that you are on the list."

Josh opened his mouth, almost as if he was about to curse or say something unwholesome but instead caught himself. "What about Ron? He's even more accident prone than I am."

Mr. Barkin shrugged his massive shoulders "Stoppable is a special case," he tilted his head "Did you hear that his father just became the school's new actuary?"

Josh shook his head, the muscles in his arm tightening up "I didn't know that. So, he won't be in the class?"

Barkin shook his head "No, now I'm taking a big risk but we don't have too much longer till the school years over. So if you think you can make it through the rest of the year without an accident we'll forget everything."

"Yes sir, I'll try." he scooped up his book bag "Is that all sir?"

The large man nodded looking up at Josh "Yes, that's it." He watched Josh stand and start towards the door in a half-waddling walk "Are you sure you don't want any nuts?"

The spiky haired youth paused, looking as if he was fighting an internal battle. He turned slowly keeping his face passive "No sir," He opened the door and left, almost slamming the door behind him.

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The medium sized class was rather loud and excited, the girls whispering and giggling over something while the males in the class seemed rather nervous. The teacher had given up on maintaining any form of control on the class, content to let the lax attitude of a half-day reign.

At the very back of the class, removed from the groups and excitement sat an attractive, familiar black haired Japanese woman. Her gaze roamed taking in the entire class, studying the students, learning thing about them that no one else would know.

She glanced down and scribbled something in her native language; she considered it for a moment and then nodded. Yori leaned forward in her seat, resting her arms on her desktop. Ron had resumed his formal training, something that the boy had regretted. Yori had much to teach him and they had missed enough days. For three and a half weeks he had been put through the Rachio and Dragon courses , both of which he was now able to complete within ten minutes. He was still unfocused with his emotions as a whole, but he was making slow progress.

Kim, now that she no longer saw Yori as a threat, talked freely with her about missions and Ron. She learned much about the girl and her relationship with the blond, but she had learned even more by watching the girl demonstrating some of her martial art skill. She knew Kim's tells, her weaknesses, but she had learned that Kim was not a one to fight if one didn't have to.

Her main source of entertainment now was both Bonnie and Monique. Bonnie had been so drunk the day of Kim's birthday party that she couldn't remember much of anything about what she had did. However, the pictures Yori had given her had been more than been adequate to make the girls memory come back. Bonnie was now as docile as a lamb concerning Ron and Kim.

Monique on the other hand seemed to be getting angry; it was almost frightening how angry the girl was getting. Such simple teasing was getting under the girls skin, but then Yori had wanted that. The Japanese girl had a good idea why her suggestions were driving Monique crazy and it wasn't until she saw the girl talking to Crystal at Kim's party that Yori knew her good idea was solid fact.

Yori picked up her pencil and wrote something then smiled looking up at the maroon haired cheerleader, maybe it was time to get Monique off her hands. Yes, with no sign of Monkey Fist and no contact with Master Sensei, she was left to train Ron and pray. She no longer had time to play with Monique; it was time to pass the girl off to someone that did. Yori's smile turned wicked today was going to be both productive and amusing. She couldn't wait.

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The hum of an engine filled the bright morning sky, drowning out even the noise of the wind's howl. The source of the noise slashed through a cloud, it was the size of a small car with a blue and black paint job. A few spots of metal gleamed in the sunlight but otherwise it was subdued.

The driver of the craft was a tall, attractive woman with olive pale skin and long black hair. Her body was encased in a tight green and black spandex uniform, allowing her more freedom of movement.

To her right, studying a screen, sat an odd figure. He wasn't very tall or handsome, but he did have blue skin and his hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. He was dressed in a dark blue lab coat with black rubber gloves, giving a clue as to why such an unlikely pair would be in the others company.

"Doctor D, what exactly are we doing again?" the woman asked, glancing at the mad scientist.

The blue skinned man waved a hand as he answered "Well, were heading for Upperton so that we can met our interested party 'John DiMaggio'."

Shego nodded and reached up brushing her black hair out of her face "Right. Why exactly?"

Drakken looked over at Shego a bemused smile on his face "Because I want to see what exactly Frugal Lucre wants."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" She asked as she glanced at the treetops flashing under them.

Doctor Drakken nodded "Of course it is have you ever known me to have a bad one?"

Shego snorted and looked down at the controls "Two words: killer broccoli."

Drakken slammed his hand on the control panel "Hey! Broccoli is very terrifying; making them killers was only natural."

Shego shook her head as she rolled her eyes, listening to Drakken drone on and on about the killer broccoli. He finally came to a stop, resting his chin in his hand "Blasted rabbits."

Sighing, Shego put an extra push of power to the engines rushing them towards their destination, anxious for this day to be done.

"Wake me when we get there Shego, I'm going to take a nap."

The pale woman narrowed her eyes, muttering rather violent things to herself as Drakken settled back into his seat and taking a breath drifted off to sleep. Shego glanced over and then back to what she was doing, wanting nothing more than to beat him senseless.

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Kim couldn't help but smile as Ron gently massaged her shoulder and lower part of her neck. He was getting good at one handed massages, she was glad she'd taught him. Her eyes closed as a soft sound of pleasure escaped her when his fingers found a sweet spot. She shivered and opened her eyes looking over at him "You're getting pretty good at those."

The blond smiled and leaned in kissing her cheek lightly "I had a great teacher."

"Mhmmm, you're becoming quite the charmer you know that." Kim said as his fingers continued their work on her shoulders and neck.

"So, are you still going to drive us home?" he asked in a low, inquisitive voice.

Kim smiled, melting under his touch, as she answered, "It'll take more than a heavenly massage to change my mind." Ron leaned over whispering something to her, which caused Kim to blush and shoot him a look "Now that might do the trick, but not now. Though it is tempting."

His fingers found an even better spot to massage and Kim leaned forward closing her eyes "mhmmm, veeeeery tempting." He redoubled his massaging effort and Kim sighed, before using what willpower she had left to shrug his hand off her shoulders "Ron, just remember to be at my house at seven. No later."

Ron, defeated for the moment propped his chin in hand and sighed picking up his fork "Ok Kp, I don't know why I can't just hang around till we have to leave."

"Because I have a surprise and because I said so." Kim responded, a mysterious smile on her face. Ron shook his head and shoveled his food into his mouth.

The couple spent several minutes just eating their lunches while enjoying each other's presence. They're peaceful moment was shattered when a set of books came crashing down onto the table followed by a set of elbows a very disgruntled looking Monique. "Think I can hit rewind for the last four years?"

Kim raised an eyebrow, setting her utensils down focusing all her attention on her friend "Ok Monique, what's the matter?"

Monique took a deep breath letting out slowly as if relaxing "Maybe four years would be overkill, twenty-four hours would be better." She lowered her head onto her arms on the table explaining in a mumbled voice "I was late for school; I forgot half a dozen things. All of my teachers gave me tons of homework and none of the guys I've asked are free to go with me to the dance."

"That's terrible," Kim injected, which earned a groan from Monique who had yet to move her head from on top of her arms. "So are you still coming to the dance?"

Monique lifted her head finally and stared at the red head "Of course I'm still coming to the dance." she snorted, "I do wish I had a guaranteed dance, like you." At this, Monique finally seemed to acknowledge the blond boy's presence.

Ron looked up from his food, blinking "Uh?"

Kim smiled nervously eyeing her boyfriend and her friend "I suppose if you wanted to, Ron could dance with you so you don't miss out." Ron looked around confused and then blinked again.

The other girl shook her head sighing "Thanks, but no thanks. No offense Ron."

Ron blinked, looking a little hurt "Why not?"

Monique smiled as best she could "Because one I don't want Kim trying to skin me alive for dancing with you, even if it is her idea and two, I've seen you dance and would prefer to keep my feet in one piece."

Ron grumbled something and resumed his meal muttering under his breath, "I'm not that bad a dancer."

Kim chuckled shaking her head "Why don't you go with Yori? That way you two will have someone to talk to."

Monique hide her look of horror, opening her mouth to say something when the oriental girl came striding towards their table. Yori paused and bowed smiling brightly "Ohayo Ron-san, Kim-dono, Monique-dono."

Ron returned her greeting happily as did Kim, but Monique's was reluctant not that anyone noticed other than Yori. The dark haired girl smiled like a predator and took her seat. She engaged Ron in a pleasant conversation, while her foot slowly snaked out and began to rub against Monique's leg.

The fashion conscious girl, who had slouched slightly when Yori had sat down suddenly sat bolt upright her eyes going wide "Kim!" All three people looked at her curiously; she seemed to catch herself from blurting what she wanted to say, "Uh, umm, I just remembered that I have some homework in my locker. I have to go. Bye."

Kim nodded slightly, watching in confusion when her friend stood almost tripping over her own feet and took off like a bullet. She looked over at Ron and Yori who were both looking equally as confused as the red head.

"Is Monique-dono well?" Yori asked looking at Kim.

Ron, having a mouth full of food answered for his girlfriend "Her homewak musta ban veally importaunt." the two females looked at him strangely and Ron quickly swallowed repeating himself, "I said: her homework must have been really important."

Kim and Yori nodded then engaged each other in an absorbing conversation about the dance. Ron, who wanted to think about the dance as much as he did math returned to his lunch only to find a bloated pink mole rat laying in the middle of his now empty tray.

The blond slumped back in his chair, a disgruntled look on his face muttering, "Aww man, I didn't even get to finish my own lunch."

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The sound of a locker door slamming drifted along the empty corridor, it faded away leaving a solitary female figure fuming about the black haired girl. Monique didn't know why really, but Yori was really pushing all her buttons.

She lashed out at the thought of the other girl and kicked the metal locker stubbing her toe; Monique began jumping around silently cursing her luck and Yori. As if things weren't bad enough, tons of homework, no date, and now a broke toe.

Once the pain faded Monique sighed with resignation and started down the hallway away from the cafeteria and outside towards the gym where the dance was going to be held. She pushed the door open quietly and stuck her head inside quickly to sneak a quick peek.

"Hey Monique, got a date yet?"

Monique yanked her head back and turned around finding herself face to face with Crystal. The maroon haired girl smiled pleasantly, reaching up to nervously tuck a strand of hair behind an ear. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you, I just saw you sneaking a peek..."

Monique smiled awkwardly and shook her head "No, no, it's alright and no I don't."

Crystal nodded tilting her head "So,"

Monique seeming uncertain of what to say looked at a far wall then back at the cheerleader "So you got a date yet? If not we could go together, ya know, to keep each other from getting bored."

Crystal suddenly seemed to look uncomfortable, reaching up to rub her arm lightly "Actually, I am already going with someone." she paused and then hastily added, "It's not a date though."

"Was it Brick?" Monique asked, feeling a slight resignation.

The girl shook her head "No, he's taking Tara" Crystal paused and twisted her foot on the ground "It was Yori; she said she wanted to get to know me better. She would have asked Ron to take her, but he's taking Kim."

Monique hid her anger behind a mask of disinterest and shrugged "Oh well, no big deal I'll just go to the dance by myself."

"You can come with us if you want, I'm sure she wouldn't mind." Crystal paused giving her a hopeful look "I would like it if you did."

Monique shook her head "No, no, I'll see you at the dance." then before Crystal could say anything, Monique started back down the hallway, her face darkened with anger.

Crystal watched as Monique walked off calling out "I'm sorry." Monique just waved a hand, not even bothering to turn around.

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Bonnie snorted as she listened to her 'friends' talk about the dance it was rather boring actually. Still the brunette supposed it was better than they're other favorite conversation topic: Yori. They still didn't believe that she wasn't sleeping with Ron, not that Bonnie believed it either, but she preferred to avoid anything having to do with Yori.

The Japanese girl had taught her that no matter how conniving Bonnie believed herself to be, she was ten times worse. It was a harsh and difficult thing to accept, but it was true as the pictures could attest. The popular cheerleader shivered at the mere memory of them, how had she let anyone talk her into doing something like that. She was just thankful that Yori wouldn't show them to anyone else as per their deal.

"Bonnie, what about you?"

The brunette blinked looking at one of her friends, whose name she forgot at the moment, "What about me?"

Her friend giggled "Are you going to steal Ron for the dance or not?"

Bonnie seemed to consider that question for several moments and then shook her head "No, let Kim enjoy him for tonight. I'll get him for prom." The other girls nodded smiling, but Bonnie knew that it was only a mockery of friendship "Besides, Bobby's been needing some 'attention' can't have him go getting ideas."

The girls giggled and went off onto the topic of their boyfriends and the 'attention' that they needed. Bonnie, loosing interest in such an old topic, allowed her mind to roamed over Ron and Kim's relationship. She narrowed her eyes slightly, she was Bonnie Rockwaller if she wanted Ron then she would take him. All she had to do was remove Yori.

A wicked smile spread across her face, maybe Yori was more devious than she was, but Bonnie knew that it wasn't always the most devious that won, it was the more creative.

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The gathering dusk fell across the land and buildings without challenged. Many lampposts seemingly dead and dark, several cars could be seen racing along the road in front of the motel. Their headlights flashed over the building and its windows, but very little could be seen.

This was not surprising since the lobby where the largest window resided was dark, due not to power outages or punks breaking the lights. It was instead due to the short, mysterious looking shadows that held conversations in low tones while the largest of them sat in the lotus position on the registration desk.

The figure had held this same position for the last four or five hours, he appeared to be in such a deep meditative state that nothing anyone did could awaken him. Just as one of the younger ninja's had climbed onto the desk next to the figure and began to wave a hand in front of the man's face, a hand shot out clutching the monkeys wrist in an iron grasp.

The monkey ninja shrieked in pain while the meditating figure merely opened his cold eyes and slung the ninja away. The other ninjas fell silent, crowding together while the large figure slowly scanned the room.

His countenance became severe as he rose slowly from the desk. It wouldn't be long now, perhaps another hour or two, then once night had fallen completely they would depart and make the trip. He could feel a tingle running up and down his skin, he was so close, and he would have his long sought after prize soon after tonight.

A sinister smile filtered across his face as he considered what this meant. He would have the Mystical Monkey power, total mastery of the Lotus Blade and most of all that accursed Ron Stoppable would be ground to nothing more than dirt under his heel. The blond boy would live only long enough to see his precious Kim Possible become 'entertainment' for his army.

"Soon," he whispered as he walked over to the window and stared out into the falling darkness. He could feel the wheels of fate turning in his favor, all the years of struggle had led him to this. He would be the ultimate monkey master and no one else.

He had insured that nothing like last time could happen; he had brought only those loyal to him. No Chippy or his peers, which meant that those present they were loyal, but young. He didn't care though, as long as they were willing to fight and die for him that was all that mattered.

His sinister smile became even colder it wouldn't be long. He was confident that soon everything would be over and as it should be.

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With evening filling the sky almost completely, the old Middleton Park looked even worse than in the daytime. Of course, this was to be expected in a neighborhood that was not the safest of places. Which was the exact reason why Middleton's only gang had taken it up as its place of residence.

The only curiosity was the expensive sports car parked in such a place, and the impeccable dressed owner leaned against the side of the car, arms crossed, glaring into the darkness. His handsome face was bathed in shadows and his clothes spoke of money and an important function. The figure looked down at his watch, saying something under his breath.

"Well, if'n it ain't prissy boy Mankey."

Josh jerked his head up and turned towards the source of the voice, which was one of two lumbering figures walking out of the gathering darkness. One was the size of big Mike and the other was even larger, both once distinct details could be made out, wore the colors of the Middleton Warriors.

"Shovel, Dozer about time you showed up. I've been waiting for half an hour." Josh said his displeasure in waiting obvious in his tone.

The smaller of the two, who also wore enough gold chains to choke even the biggest rapper, snorted, "Prissy boy's upset Dozer," he laughed while the larger of the two just grunted.

"Look, can we just speed things up? I have a dance to go to." Josh said sounding as if he was in a hurry.

Shovel sighed and walked over to the basketball captain, arms crossed a serious look on his face "What do you want this time? Another 'problem' taken care of?" Josh nodded and Shovel smiled "Figured as much, what's this ones name?"

"Ron Stoppable."

Shovel raised an eyebrow as Dozer lumbered up looking interested, Shovel looked at his friend and then back to the blond spiky haired boy "Skinny runt, blond hair with freckles?" Josh nodded and Shovel continued, "He's the one that came through here a while back. Took apart most of the gang by himself."

Josh's face showed his shock at this information, he hid it immediately but Shovel noticed and smiled wickedly "What he do to you?"

Josh snorted "Nothing you need to know. So are we going to do business now or do I have go find someone else?"

Shovel laughed and looked up at Dozer "Know what that means don'tcha, This Stoppable punk snaked his girl." Shovel looked back at Josh smiling "Well do this one for free, monkey boy."

Josh took a deep breath letting it out slowly and fished in his pocket producing a piece of paper handing it to them "Tonight, he's got a big dance...I don't want him showing up."

Shovel took the piece of paper and scanned it while Josh turned to open his car door. The gang member looked back up "Anything else prissy boy?"

Josh paused and looked back at the gang member and reached up to touch his jaw lightly "Yea, a special favor, break his right hand." Shovel nodded and Josh climbed into his car, gunning the engine and backed out of the lot heading for the park.

The two-gang members stood there watching the boy leave, then chuckling Shovel stared at the paper, talking to his friend absently "I call dibs on the girlfriend."

Dozer grunted.

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The large room was normally organized and tidy, with walls covered in boy band posters and other typical teenage girl items. The bed was normally neatly made and the computer desk clear of clutter, with clothes folded and hanging up neatly in the closet. This explained why the mess that now littered the bed, floor and computer desk looked very much out of place.

A female figure, clad only in her blue bathrobe, shoved a pile of clothes off the foot of her bed to make room for two dresses. She gave a nervous smile staring at them, the pop song that filled the room was doing nothing to soothe her nerves.

With a trembling hand she brushed her long, semi-damp, red hair back out of her eyes. Why was she so damn nervous, that's what she kept asking herself. She had faced countless life or death situations, untold plots, even completely vanishing, and yet one dance was terrifying her.

She walked towards her computer desk retrieving a list from under a pile of underwear, correcting herself, it was what was going to happen after the dance that had her so on edge. She set the paper down, leaning forward so that she could hold the back of her chair.

"Calm down," she took several deep breaths, closing her eyes as she relaxed. This was stupid, it was her idea. Ron didn't even know about what she had planned, so why in the hell did it terrified her.

Opening her eyes she turned and walked back to her bed, smoothing out her hair. She stared at the two dresses, chewing her lips slightly, trying to make up her mind. One would be perfect for just dancing and enjoying a date, while the other would not only get and keep Ron's attention, it would get his mind running along one train of thought.

She sat down next to the dresses on the bed, her robe opening slightly to reveal her inner thigh. She nervously began fiddling with the robes belt, staring at the dresses "This is not a major decision," she whispered to herself "Its only the most important decision that I've ever made."

She glanced up at the picture of her boyfriend and felt the herd of butterflies in her stomach get even worse. Or was it a gaggle? maybe flock? What was the stupid word, she couldn't remember, but thinking about it got her mind of the fact of what she was facing.

She stood up suddenly and began pacing her room, glancing at the darkening sky, streetlights coming on. She paused and glanced at a clock, it wouldn't be long till Ron would be here. She had to hurry up and make up her mind.

She paused, her ears ringing with her racing heart as she licked her lips. "Ok, I have no time for this. I have two dresses and I'm nearly out of time."

She straightened her back, stopping in her tracks talking to herself "It's just a question of if I really love him," she narrowed her eyes loosing herself in thought, mulling over the question.

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Ron fidgeted slightly in the suit, wondering why he had to wear one. Still he wasn't complaining, after all he'd just barely dodged the bullet of his mom insisting that he wear a tux. He stared into the mirror in his bathroom, wishing he still had some La Goop, his hair was just not responding to a comb.

Sighing he grabbed a can of axe giving himself a dose, then paused giving himself another and another, until the air was over powered with the smell. Smiling he set the now nearly empty can down and ran his hand through his hair smiling "Oh yea, I am lookin bombdiggty good."

Rufus, who was taking shelter in one of his pockets, poked his head out cautiously hand covering his noise looked at Ron in the mirror and made a soft agreeing noise before he retreated into his pocket home and fresh air.

Sneezing Ron stepped out of the bathroom and into the hallway, coming face to face with his mom. She looked very stern as she began to smooth out his suit jacket talking in a motherly voice "So, you and Kim are doing what after the dance?"

Ron shrugged "Ummm...probably go for a walk or somethin."

His mother made an odd face "Just...be careful." she suddenly kissed his forehead and hugged him "You better get going," Ron nodded and bounded down the stairs two at a time.

He stopped at the doorway and turned back waving at his mom and then his dad who was peeking at him from his den. Smiling he retrieved the keys to his car and disappeared out the door, whistling a tune.

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His mom descended the stairs as his car pulled out of the garage and he went racing off down the street. She stood there staring at the door, then turned when her husband slipped an arm around her, talking in a worried voice "He won't be coming home tonight."

His father nodded leading her away from the door and to the living room "He's a man, its his choice."

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Kim nearly jumped out of her skin from the soft knock on her door, she'd been so lost in thought. The door opened and her mother's head and shoulders appeared "Kimmie, Ron's going to be here soon. Are you ready or do you need more time?"

Kim looked down at her mother and smoothed out her hair again "T-thanks mom, I'm just...I mean, I've just got to put my dress on."

Her mom's eyes shone with concern "Nervous honey?" when Kim nodded her mom smiled slightly "Want to talk about anything?"

Kim shook her head "No mom, I'm just nervous," she sat on the edge of her bed looking down at her mom's head that was just barely sticking up through her door "I've been on a date before, I just don't understand why I'm so nervous..."

"Well, its because this is Ron." Her mother took a few step so that her upper body was visible through the doorway "Honey, you've been with him practically your whole life and now, well, things are different."

"Mom, I know that! I mean were boyfriend and girlfriend, of course things are different." Kim responded frowning.

Her mom sighed shaking her head "No dear, I mean, look you really cared about him when you were best-friends. It was honestly almost frightening, now that your closer, you're feelings have grown."

Kim smiled slightly "Yea, I they have haven't they," She tilted her head looking lost in thought as she talked "Would you say I love him?"

Her mother was silent for a moment, thinking then sighed as she nodded "Yes, I would say you love him. But only because you said it first, after all you'd know better than me."

Kim's smile grew "Thanks mom," her voice was filled with relief "I'll be down in a few minutes."

Her mom nodded and then nervously retreated down the stairs, closing the door behind her. Once her mom's footsteps had trailed off Kim stood up and turned to stare at the two dresses laying on her bed.

With the question answered she picked up the dress that would knock Ron on his butt and keep him there. She glanced at the picture of Ron and winked, a wicked smile on her face "I sure hope you've been taking your vitamins."

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The black sunbird eased to a stop in front of a large ranch house, its new glossy finish shining from the fading daylight and the street lights that lined the street.

The blond male behind the wheel checked the radio's clock and smiled ever so slightly, he was early by five minutes. He'd never been early, except for maybe the Bueno Nacho opening. He glanced down at his little buddy who was stretching beside him on the front seat of the car "Think Kim's going to be surprised that I'm early?"

Rufus nodded and curled up, closing his eyes slightly as if drifting off to sleep. Ron watched his little friend for a moment and then killed his engine and climbed out of his car with a sigh. The blond felt a new level of nervousness welling up in his stomach as he rolled a single, long stemmed, rose between his fingers.

This was silly, he was picking up Kim. She was his best-friend, his girlfriend, there was nothing to be nervous about. Shoving a hand in his pocket he walked around the car and up the walkway towards the front door.

He stepped up onto the front stoop and paused taking a deep breath, then rang the doorbell. As he listened to it drift off into the distance he began rocking back and forth on his feet, filled with a nervous energy. Thankfully he only had to wait a few seconds before the door opened to reveal Mrs. Dr. Possible who was smiling brightly at him "Ron, your early."

Ron smiled, "I know...just wanted to be on time." Kim's mom nodded and stepped to the side motioning for him to enter. Ron did as she had wanted stepping inside, he looked around absently walking towards the living room doorway.

He turned to look at Kim's mom "Kim's still getting dressed?"

The older female Possible nodded smiling "Yes, she's on the verge of a nervous break down I think." Ron blinked, then smiled as she reached out and patted his shoulder "She'll be down soon I think. Just have a seat and relax."

Ron nodded again and turned walking into the spacious living room taking a seat on the couch staring at the large, but empty, TV screen.

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Mrs. Dr. Possible chuckled watching him for a moment and then turned rushing off to find her husband and a camera, wanting a picture of her daughter and Ron.

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Ron hummed to himself, shaking his leg as he waited a habit he'd picked up from his father. He idly stared at the rose he still held in his hand wondering if maybe he shouldn't have went ahead and spent all his money on an even dozen.

Finally, the waiting getting to him he glanced at the clock on the wall, watching as the minutes ticked by until seven o'clock arrived and then slowly passed. He stood, pacing the room, glancing at the clock, watching the time pass without a trace of Kim.

At fifteen after seven he felt a knot of worry forming in his stomach, it as not a pleasant feeling. He continued his pacing, so caught up in his worry that he wasn't paying attention to anything. He was only stopped when a soft coughing noise caught his attention.

Ron turned smiling "Kim, I wa-" Whatever he was about to say was lost as his mouth gaped open and his eyes went wide in disbelief. Kim was standing in the doorway, hands held behind her back, giving him an unobstructed view.

Her hair was swept up into an elegant French twist, revealing the soft curve of her neck and shoulders, with just enough makeup to highlight her features. It was her dress however that had really cause his state of shock.

It was soft blue and reached almost to the ground with thin straps over the shoulders. Up the right side ran a slit to mid-thigh, revealing one of her perfectly shaped legs. It was so tight that Ron, for one brief moment, couldn't help but wonder how she could breath.

Kim was smiling, her cheeks tinting with a blush, pleased that her dress was having the desired effect of leaving Ron speechless and in awe.

Ron on the other hand continued to stare at her, as another stray and barely rational thought passed through his mind, she had no panty lines which meant...it was at this point that his mind locked up completely and he tittered on the edge of drooling.

After several minutes he rather mechanically lifted his arm offering her the rose he was holding. Kim walked towards him, almost in a saunter actually, and carefully took the rose smiling "Thank you Ron." When he nodded she leaned in and kissed his cheek.

Ron stammered, his eyes staying focused on her face, unwilling to let them drop lower again for fear of passing out. She seemed to smile wider at his stammering, pleased with herself. Finally he managed a weak "Your welcome."

Kim giggled "So you like?" When he nodded mutely, she smiled and slipped her arm through his turning towards the doorway. She started towards the door while she spoke to him in a whisper "You don't look that bad yourself."

Ron's attention refused to leave her, though it was still one of shock. Kim on the other hand was smiling brightly and waving at her parents who were standing in the doorway, camera forgotten in hand.

"Bye mom, dad, we have to get a move on or well be late." Kim waved as they disappeared out the door, with Ron waving absently behind him still staring at her.

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"I think," her mother began and then stopped loosing her train of thought. Her husband just stood there, motionless. He was to busy repressing the memory of his daughter in that dress to do anything else.

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Silence, that was all that filled the air. It seemed absolute, all encompassing. At least until the sound of a van's engine slowly came into being, it flew along the road with its lights out. It took the curves easily, despite its high velocity.

Inside the black garbed driver swayed as he turned the wheel, as did the other passengers, all save for one. He stood in the back, upright and unmoving hands held behind his back, eyes fixed on the road ahead of them. His long, aristocratic yet simian, face impassive to the driving skill of the monkey.

The ninjas surrounding him in the back were not so stationary, they squirmed and squeaked hushed conversations between them. It was obvious that all of them where willing to do as their master asked, after all they had heard nothing else except that he was the monkey master that would lead them to victory.

A small sign flashed by, its white writing clear to the unmoving man despite the lack of lights or the speed at which they were traveling Ryder Strong Park ten miles. He finally let a small smile creep onto his face, he had just discovered a new ability that his partial restored monkey power granted him. His face became serious yet again, he wanted the full power and until he got it, he would not be happy.

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The building was large, with a round circle sign over the doors with a large M imprinted on it. The music was muffled, but it drifted outside and into the air nonetheless. The muffled music seemed to work in time with the soft clicking heels of two females as they crossed the parking lot, talking quietly to each other.

One was shorter, wearing a white dress that showed off their body nicely and had their black hair pulled back into a ponytail. The other wore a black dress that had the same effect for them, with their maroon colored hair swept up into an elegant style to reveal her neck and shoulders.

The two young women stepped up onto the sidewalk and stopped in front of the double doors, while the shorter of the two quickly checked her purse. She looked up slightly panicked "En gomen Crystal-dono, en wasureru nani ka no naka ni anatagata no jidoosha."

The maroon haired girl tilted her head and the other girl took a breath repeating herself "I am sorry Crystal-dono, I forgot something inside your car."

Crystal nodded slightly "Is it important?"

Yori nodded looking back at the car "Hai," she paused and shook her head "Yes, medicine..."

Crystal looked slightly worried placing her hands on the girls arms "What kind of medicine?"

Yori, keeping herself calm, responded "Insulin."

Crystal suddenly looked very concerned "We better go get it."

Yori waved a hand in front of her face shaking her head "No, I get, you go on to dance."

Crystal bit her lip shaking her head "I'll wait here then."

The Japanese shook her head "I will find you, no worry. Monique-dono is inside, she have important things to say."

There was a moment of silence and then Crystal nodded reluctantly "Alright, I'll see you inside." Yori bowed and the other girl turned entering the building.

The Japanese girl's sudden look of controlled panic evaporated and she began scanning the parking lot, she could feel some one or something watching her. It had taken her a good amount of time to figure out a plan to get her 'date' to leave her alone to deal with it.

With Ron-san and Kim-dono arriving soon, she couldn't risk Monkey Fist setting up an ambush. With a serious face, she slowly walked back into the parking lot towards Crystal's car, trying to locate the source of her discomfort.

She paused just at the door and glanced at a large tree next to the parking lot, behind which were two large shadows. Yori opened the door acting as if she was retrieving something, then stood upright and turned walking towards the tree.

She moved with a cat like grace, despite her high heels. She paused a few feet from the tree, remembering the words Master Sensei had always told her 'Never let the unknown enemy choose your battleground.' She bowed slightly "Excuse me very much, but is anyone there?"

There was a moments silence and then two hulking figures emerged, the one on the right speaking "Well 'ello, ain't ya cute lil thang."

Yori's eyes darted to the smaller of the two, then to the larger one, sizing them up as they continued their approach towards her. Gang members, ready for trouble more than likely willing to kill. She had only one response, preemptive attack.

"Why don'tca come with us and well teach ya thangs you won't learn in school."

Yori smiled apologetically "I am sorry." The smaller of the two hulking figures started to say something when Yori's foot launched out at an angle snapping the knee, toppling Shovel to the ground. The motion carried it upwards to nail the other member in the ribs cracking them as they stumbled backwards.

Yori planted her foot and without a second thought dropped a hammer fist to the back of the kneeling gangsters head knocking him out cold. Her eyes remained fixed on the remaining gang member, the large man was over the pain of having his ribs broken, and he looked as if he had breaking of his own on his mind.

Yori remained perfectly still waiting for him to make the first move, she didn't have to wait long since he was only to happy to oblige. Eyes narrowed the large boy came charging in like a mad bull, in some ways this one reminded Yori of Katsu; Osamu's only other friend. Large, head strong, but whereas Katsu was extremely skilled this one was just a brute.

Yori allowed herself to compare Katsu to the gang member as the large man began swinging wildly trying to hit her. Large meaty hands whistled through the air as Yori ducked and weaved around the punches. She let the large gang member continue his attack for a few more minutes and then ducked to her right as a hay maker whistled over head, she stood driving a punch into his broken ribs, then when his back was exposed she drove an elbow into his spinal cord stunning him for the next six hours.

She stared down at the pair or a moment, a thoughtful look on her face. It didn't take her long to figure out that they had to be here for Ron, this of course gave her a good idea of who had sent them. He would not be happy, but Yori wasn't too concerned with that.

Turning she started back towards the gym, thinking on a way to ruin Josh's night. That is of course if he bothered to show up. She entered the dance quietly, smoothing out her dress; she hung close to the door for a moment scanning the room. She spotted her 'date' near the far wall trying to find Monique, Yori smiled letting her do just that.

The cheerleader spotted her target and started towards Monique, trying to seem unconcerned. Yori on the other hand quickly moved in cutting the two off "Ohayo Crystal-dono, I am sorry for making you wait."

The maroon haired girl nodded, giving her a friendly smile "S'ok Yori." The Japanese girl looked relieved and Crystal allowed herself to be re-directed away from Monique, engaged in conversation.

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The dark exterior of the building was momentarily lit up as a car pulled into the nearly full parking lot. The black car eased its way along the rows of cars seeking a place to park. After a few minutes, it found one close to the school and came to a stop.

Inside the car, the driver nervously tapped the wheel, glancing at his passenger. The passenger looked back at him, wearing a large overcoat; they most definitely looked unhappy "Ron, can I take this overcoat off now?"

Ron sighed and nodded "Yea Kp, go ahead, thanks for wearing it...I doubt I could hav-" He trailed off as the coat came off and Kim was once more in all her splendor.

Giggling Kim tapped his forehead "Hellllo! Anyone home?" Dully Ron nodded and smiled stupidly, causing Kim to smile widely "Well, if you're just going to sit here I'll go see if anyone wants to dance."

This had the unique effect of making Ron's blank look disappear as he responded "Anybody tries and I break they're hands." Kim smiled and leaned in kissing him on the lips. It was rather passionate, but she didn't let it last long.

She nodded towards the gym smiling "Come on, time to dance." Ron nodded and climbed out of the car and walked around opening the door for her. She took his hand when he offered it and rose, smiling she kissed his cheek "A perfect gentleman." Mentally though, she hoped that later tonight he wouldn't be.

Arm and arm they made their way to the gym and Ron, still as polite as always, opened the door letting the loud, rhythmic music wash over them. Kim stepped just inside the door and paused, taking in the whole scene as she felt Ron press against her back, placing his hands on her waist. "Kp, this is nearly as beautiful as you."

Kim laughed "Ron, since when did you become mister smooth?"

She felt him place a kiss on the back of her neck and then step around to offer her his arm. Smiling she took it and let Ron lead the way. With the lights turned down, it was easy for them to slip in unnoticed, but it didn't last long.

The effect that Kim had in her dress could be equaled only by seeing the Pope at an Ozzy Osburne concert or Brittany Spears in a porn video, for these were the only scenes that could invoke such shock and interest as when students and chaperones saw Kim.

The couple came to a stop once they realized that they were the center of attention. Several minutes passed, minutes in which boyfriends began to drool and girlfriends began to shoot Kim dark looks, minutes in which Kim blushed and held Ron's arm tighter.

Suddenly normalcy returned, the various upset girlfriends dragging their boyfriends away from gawking. Ron gulped and turned to look at Kim "I think they like your dress."

Kim nodded laughing "What about you?"

Ron to avoid the question took Kim's hand and led her out onto the dance floor. For one moment, Kim had felt nervous but then when he pulled her close, so close that their bodies made light contact, she realized that it was a slow dance. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, mentally wondering about why he didn't seem phased by her dress anymore.

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Rider Strong Park was a large place, one that many people in Upperton couldn't help but wonder as to why they had built it fifty miles outside of the city. Nobody was so concerned however that they would actually bother to check into the past and find that Upperton for one brief moment in the fifties expected to expand out that far.

Still, it didn't matter right at the moment to the incessantly buzzing insects or the group of small black garbed figures gathered in a semi-circle around a tall man. He slowly scanned the group and then looked up at the star filed sky.

In the distance a low hum could be heard, a hum that he knew quite well. One that he had been anxiously waiting for, for it heralded the approach of his final step towards achieving his totally restored mystical monkey power. As it grew louder, he began talking to his followers "This is it, we have only to take the device and we will achieve what we've been seeking."

The monkeys began cheering and the man raised a hand, silencing them without a word. In a commanding voice, Fist continued, "They will be here soon, once they land and begin seeking us we attack. Do not stop until we have the device." The humming noise was growing louder and Fist cut his eyes up to the sky "Take your positions."

The ninja monkeys nodded, looking eager to do just as he asked. Many began to chatter quietly, causing Fist to look down and lash out with kicks scattering them. "MOVE! NOW!"

The monkey ninjas, trembling in fear, responded this time without a hint of hesitation. They disappeared among the dark trees and shrubs of the park, barely rustling a leaf. The insects, sensing what was about to happen, fell silent.

The tall figure moved down into a crouching position, knuckles coming to rest on the ground before him. He focused on the sound of the approaching hovercraft, he concentrated slightly and his newly granted mystically enhanced vision showed him the fast moving dot. Slowly a cruel smile spread across his face.

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The soft music drifted over the slowly moving couples. The DJ in his infinite wisdom had decided that the most average song should be that of slow jazz or other soft music made for couples. This of course explained why those without dates were dancing very few dances.

Monique was one of those girls, she remained against the wall looking stunning in her peach colored dress and with her features highlighted with just a small amount of make up. The lonely girl scanned the dance crowd spotting Kim and Ron momentarily before looking away, it was rather discouraging.

Monique sighed to herself, they hadn't even said a word to her but to be honest she had been avoiding them. Still there was one person she wanted to see, the girl that had for the past few months made her life torture. Suddenly she spotted the dark haired oriental girl and narrowed her eyes "Speak of the devil," she whispered to herself.

The girl was alone, Crystal nowhere to be seen. Which was odd since the girl had definitely been hanging around Yori all night. Monique frowned and pushed off the wall, circling around the floor towards the other girl. Monique paused turning down her first invite to dance and then continued on, for some reason intent on having it out with Yori once and for all.

So intent was Monique that she bumped into someone and barely acknowledge it. She would have kept going to, if it hadn't been for the person they had bumped into speaking up "Hey! Watch it." That voice froze Monique and she turned to stare at the brown haired vixen that until recently had been after Ron.

Bonnie stood there, arms crossed looking decidedly unhappy. Monique blinked as Bonnie snorted "Oh, its Possible's other loser friend. I should have known." The cheerleader smiled cruelly "Where's your date?"

Monique, stiffened her shoulders and glared at the other girl "None of your business, what about yours?"

Bonnie jerked a hand behind her and towards the punch table where a tall, good looking young man was busy getting her a drink. The girl looked decidedly happy "Bobby, he's handsome, he's rich. And he's mine."

Monique glared at the other girl "What's the matter Bon-bon, Ron to much man for you?" The brunette seemed un-phased and Monique lowered her voice taking a step towards the other girl "Need to be careful, Bobby might find out that more people have had a turn with you than a doorknob." At this statement Bonnie's eyes grew wide and her mouth gaped open. Monique smiled sweetly "Practicing for later tonight?"

Bonnie's gaze filled with enough vehemence to kill the entire student population of Upperton, Middleton and Lowerton combined, but it had no effect on Monique since she was already moving towards her target once more.

No sooner had Monique reached Yori than the oriental girl spoke up in a quiet voice, still not looking away from the dance floor "Ohayo Monique-dono,"

Monique stared at the other girl in unabashed amazement, but then recovered resuming her confrontational tone "Can we skip the pleasantries?"

Yori, without looking away from the dancing couples shrugged "If you wish," she paused and then continued, amusement in her voice "I must tell you that you look good enough to eat."

Monique blinked, off balance, feeling as if she was blushing "Why the hell do you keep saying stuff like that? If your just trying to rattle me its not going to work."

Yori smiled turning to stare at the other girl licking her lips lightly "I am not 'rattling' you," she paused considering what she'd said and then giggled "I am seducing you."

Monique snorted "No, your just pissing me off."

Yori raised an eyebrow "Am I?" she glanced at Crystal and then back at the other girl "Then why aren't you talking to Crystal-dono? Or Kim-dono and Ron-san?"

Monique narrowed her eyes not saying a word for several long minutes and Yori turned back to stare the dancing couples. The two women stood their in silence for several long minutes until Yori spoke up softly "They are good together. Do you know, even when I met him in Japan I knew he loved her."

"What are you talking about?" Monique asked glancing at the dance floor.

"Ron-san," Yori stated then paused turning to look at the other girl "Kim-dono, they are in love."

"They're too young to know what that is." Monique responded, then felt renewed anger when Yori laughed. "What?"

"You know nothing," Yori stated softly "You see love and dismiss it, you destroy something that you should admire."

"What are you talking about?"

Yori sighed softly "I pretend no more with you," she paused and when started talking her voice sounded smooth, as if English was her first language "I am talking about your selfishness, your very nature that has threatened both Kim-dono and Ron-san's relationship. You want both to be your friends, but do not wish for them to be each others friends."

Yori turned to look at the other girl, her gaze was cold and it was knowing "You accuse me of stealing Ron, but you try and steal their friendship. Even Bonnie-dono doesn't seek that."

"What are you calling me?" Monique hissed, her anger stirring itself up.

Yori shook her head "No Monique-dono, you are misery, and misery loves company." She stared at Monique once more and then spoke up softly "I am sorry Monique-dono, but I must leave now."

Monique moved as if to grab Yori's arm but only snatched air, the Japanese beauty already having disappeared from view. Monique stood there, staring at her hand blankly wondering how Yori could move so fast, then looked around at Ron and Kim. Could everything Yori had just said been true, it was so unnerving to consider.

"Monique," a soft hand touched her shoulder and Monique turned to find herself staring at Crystal. The Maroon haired cheerleader smiled slightly "Are you alright? Yori said that you needed to talk to me."

Monique stood their a moment and then slowly nodded "Ye-yes, we need to talk. But not here," she paused a moment and then lowered her voice "Can we go for a drive?"

Crystal nodded and then taking her friends hand led her out of the gym, neither noticing the watchful eyes of Yori following them. The Japanese girl watched them disappear out the door and then chuckled, things were going as she wanted.

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The music came to a slow end, and many students were filtering off the dance floor. Several were in deep discussion, where the males seemed to be apologizing and the girls fuming angrily and shooting dark looks at one couple in particular.

Dressed in her stunning dress and smiling stupidly, Kim Possible, teen hero and girlfriend to Ron Stoppable led the equally stupid smiling boy off the dance floor by the hand. They had danced through five songs and if Kim hadn't decided she was thirsty they would still be dancing. The red head brought them to a stop just in front of a wall, mentally thinking that tonight so far had indeed been perfect.

"So, you having a good time?" Ron asked, looking at Kim, his infectious smile still in place.

Kim nodded "I am, but you know...if we could find a closet I would even more fun." Kim laughed when Ron blushed and merely nodded, unwilling to respond. Kim kissed him on the cheek smiling wider than ever "Awww, something got your tongue besides me?"

Ron blushing brighter and reached up rubbing his neck nervously "No way, I'm just..."

Kim smiled moving in closer and Ron gulped "What's the matter Ron?" her voice sounded as if she was amused. When he didn't answer Kim kissed the corner of his mouth lightly and smiled "Get me some punch, pwetty pwease?"

Ron stared at her nodding slightly "A-alright..."

Kim smiling lowered her voice an octave "If you hurry I'll do that thing you like." No sooner had she said that than Ron was rushing towards the table, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste.

Kim smiling watched him leave and sighing she turned to look at the crowd before she spotted Yori. The dark haired girl was absorbed in a conversation with some boy and the look on their faces was a highly amused one. Curious Kim started towards the pair.

Ron wiped his forehead, as he approached the seemingly untouched refreshment table. It was taking all the will power he had to keep from developing 'Russian hands and Roman fingers' as one of his father's friends had called it once.

Without really thinking he retrieved two glass and began pouring himself and Kim a drink. He was so absorbed in thought that he didn't notice the looming shadow that had fallen over him until a large hand patted his back, almost knocking him face first into the punch.

He blinked, wondering what had hit him, this unasked question was answered by a rather rumbling voice from behind "Stoppable right?" Ron turned slowly and looked up at the broad shouldered football player known as Brick Flagg. The shorter of the two blonds nodded slowly and Brick smiled brightly.

"I thought it was," the football player paused and then continued "I just wanted to say hi and to ask how you can do it." Ron blinked looking up at Brick and the large boy motioned vaguely at Kim talking to Yori "I mean, ya know, keep from drooling."

Sudden compression filtered across his face and Ron smiled proudly "In nineteen forty-six Minute Maid launches frozen orange juice concentrate. In nineteen fifty Betty Crocker's Picture Cook Book becomes and instant best-seller. In nineteen fifty-eight Reuben Mattus introduces a dense, super-rich ice cream and gives it a made-up Scandinavian name Häagen-Dazs."

"Wha?" was all Brick could come up with.

Ron stood there, staring up at him, wondering as if they're was a way to explain it to the boy when another voice interjected. "Ernie Lombardi used a forty-two ounce bat, he was also the last catcher to win a batting title. Hank Aaron hit seven hundred and fifty five homeruns in his career, but never hit fifty in a season. On May twenty-fifth nineteen-thirty-five the first major league night game was played at Cincinnati's Crosley Field."

Ron stared at the school's star baseball player Mickey Ruth, who was sipping his punch and flashing a smile at the blond. Mickey looked at Brick and smiling started towards his date sipping his drink.

"Oh, I get it now!" Brick said in sudden understanding and looked back at Ron smiling "Smart, Stoppable, smart." The larger boy pounded the smaller boys shoulder and walked off.

Ron sighed and picked up the two glasses of punch then began searching out Kim. He paused seeing her engaged in conversation with Yori, he smiled and started towards her, concentrating on more cooking facts.

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Music, it is said, soothes the savage beast. However, for some odd reasons it wasn't working on Middleton Highs resident savage beast, Josh Mankey. The captain of the basketball team, who had been severally hurt repeatedly, was not a happy person. He had no date, he was unable to walk without some form of pain, and he was currently the butt of every joke at Middleton High.

It was for this reason that Josh was standing next to a rope running up into the rafters of the gym. It ran the full length of the gym and then down another wall and along the floor, tied around the leg of the refreshment table. He was focused on only one thing, Kim and Ron, waiting for the opening that he needed.

The boy felt his excitement grow as his targets finally came into range and his hand moved unnoticed towards the rope. This would be perfect, those two humiliated. It was suppose to be Bonnie and Kim, but since Ron had turned up unharmed, he had no choice.

However, his and everyone else's, attention was diverted as the music died and a voice spoke into the microphone. "Excuse me," Josh blinked seeing the tall and very beautiful girl standing there, he gulped and started pushing his way through the crowd towards her as she continued talking "I know none of you know me, but I am Samantha Lane."

Several mutterings broke out, heads starting to crane to spot the boy who froze in place just in view of Samantha. The girl gave him a finger wave as she continued "Obviously you all know my name, Josh Mankey, I'm sure has told you all about me."

Josh glanced around at all the students now watching him, he gave an 'I-have-no-clue-what's-going-on' smile and looked back up at the girl "This is about me, Josh and what he claimed we did. He's a liar, we never even held hands, let alone do anything else. All he talked about was the Mr. Fluffles show."

Josh was dully aware of the students laughing and pointing at him. He heard a few remarks but he was too caught up in his anger, besides he could do nothing now. Except maybe leave, it seemed to be his only choice right now. He squared his shoulders and turned slowly, ignoring the laughing students.

He had just managed to pull a shade of the respect he lost together, but now within minutes it was gone. He walked away with slow even steps, keeping his anger and pain hidden, but his mind was racing, he would get his respect back, one way or another.

"What's the matter Josh, are you missing an episode of Mr. Fluffles?"

The basketball captain paused, staring hard at the average sized boy standing between him and the doors of the gym "Move..."

The boy smiled "Waters, Brian Waters." Josh took a step towards him, aware that people were watching him. Brian, who didn't seem bothered at all, smiled wider "Guess it's a good thing I brought Samantha uh?"

Josh bit his tongue to keep from blowing up, all he had left was his cool trait, he couldn't risk letting some boy he didn't know from Adam make him lose it. "Just move,"

Brian, smiling wide the entire time, stepped to the side allowing him to leave. Josh pushed open the door and started outside only to trip and fall flat on his face. He was up as fast as he could move and turned to find Brian standing their waving. The spiky haired blond closed his eyes, took a deep breath and then turned doing his best to march to his car as the door slammed closed behind him.

He might have lost what little he had managed to scrap together, but nothing was over. He would just keep trying until he had everything he deserved, until he was on top once more. As he climbed into his car, he silently added the name Brian Waters to his list of people that he would pay back.

With one last angry look at the brick gym building he started up his car and eased it out of its parking spot, he eased past the rows of cars and then pulled out onto the highway, wincing from the pain in his groin.

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After the laughter over Josh had died down and order restored the music was once more washing over the crowd of students. However, it seemed that the student population was more seemed interested with each other than with the music.

It was no different for Kim and Ron; they were dancing very close. Kim's slender arms were wrapped around his thin male frame and her head was resting on his shoulder as they swayed to the music. Ron rubbed her back lightly, his eyes almost closed, it seemed as if they were lost in their own little world.

"Ron," Kim started in a soft voice "My house is empty. No ones home tonight, mom and dad are at a conference and the tweebs are spending the night at a friend's house." Ron made a listening noise and Kim continued, "I'll be completely alone tonight."

Ron responded just as softly as she had "Well, I guess you better turn on your radio so you don't get lonely."

Kim snorted and lifted her head to look at him "You could, you know, spend the night with me."

Ron nodded looking at her with a smile on his face "Sure thing Kp,"

The red head raised an eyebrow, tilting her head "You know what I mean when I say spend the night right?"

Ron nodded smiling "Of course I do Kp. Hey; you think we can make smores like that time we camped out?"

Kim shook her head "Ron, I meant spend the night more like getting to score, rounding all the bases. Going all the way." She blinked when he merely nodded making an agreeing noise and continued talking about smores.

Growling she stepped back and grabbed his hand starting to drag him off the dance floor talking in a slightly loud voice "Come on!" Ron stumbled as he followed along, blinking and looking around confused slightly.

"Kim, what are you doing?" he asked as she dragged him to his car, then fell silent as she shoved him into the passenger side and then slammed the door causing him to jump. He watched her almost run around the car and climb into the driver's side. "KP, uh, what exactly are you doing?"

She put the car in reverse, squealing the tires as she back up and glanced at him smiling wickedly "Were going to have a religious experience."

"Uh?" was all Ron managed as she put his car into drive and pulled out of the parking lot and onto the highway.

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"Dr. D, I told you to go!" Shego shouted as she weaved in and out of the attacking monkey ninjas, she caught one by the tail and slammed him to the ground and spun to stare at the doctor who was wringing his hands staring at her.

"B-but Shego!" The blue skinned scientist said before he ducked a monkey that was knocked his way by Shego. He stood up right smiling nervously as he began pushing the buttons "Right, taking off now."

Suddenly his hovercraft hummed to life, rising up into the air knocking several ninja monkeys over from with the blast of air required to lift off. He rose in a corkscrew motion, looking down at Shego as she fought off a few more ninjas and then made her break for it.

She leaped upwards grabbing a tree branch and swung upwards, to land in a crouch on the branch. She threw a sidekick knocking a monkey ninja off and launched herself back into the air sinking her clawed hands into the side of the rising hovercraft. Within minutes, she had climbed up and into the craft to stand next to Drakken breathing heavily.

Drakken stared at her, raising as an eyebrow as she continued clutching at her side, he opened his mouth to say something, when Shego held up one glowing hand and staring hard at the doctor "One, What the hell was that about and Two, Why didn't you know it was an ambush from Monkey Fist?"

Drakken, gulping nervously, turned back to the control panel "One I have no clue what this was about and two this was suppose to be an ambush from Frugal Lucre!" He slammed his hand onto the edge of the machine turning to stare at her "So please do not blame me!"

Shego opened her mouth to say something when she suddenly went flying forward crashing into the doctor, who bent backwards painfully. The pale woman spun instantly, hands igniting as she faced her attacker. It was like staring at a shadow, the only thing visible was the two beady eyes. He was missing a tail as well, which allowed one thing to be very clear this was not a monkey ninja.

Shego growling low attacked with a slash at the ninjas head, but sliced through only air as the shadow ducked under the slash. Before she had time to react the ninja threw a punch to her still wounded side from India, she let out a yelp and spun dropping a downward knife hand at the ninjas head. The ninja seemed to move in a blue, his hands thrusting upwards to block her knife hand in an x-block as he threw a snap kick to her solar plexus driving the air out of her.

She gasped, eyes growing wide, while the ninja shifted his stance ever so slightly and flipped her out and into the empty sky around the hovercraft. She plummeted out of sight while the ninja spun around to stare that the only remaining person on board the craft, Dr. Drakken. The mad genius it seemed wasn't willing to fight hand to into, because he had a small blue gun of some sort pointed at the ninja.

"Now that wasn't very nice." Drakken said, for a moment seeming less like his normally silly self. The shadow remained silent, watching the mad genius and the gun. Drakken for his part kept the gun trained on his target while he turned to guide the hover craft back around to search for Shego, losing altitude as he did.

He kept diverting his attention between the ninja and the controls, but never once did his hand holding the weapon waver. It was a quite and tense standoff, one in which both seemed completely intent on wining. It lasted for several long minutes before a warning alarm distracted Drakken and the ninja moved with unbelievable speed, knocking the ray gun out of the geniuses hand causing it to go off.

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Monkey Fist watched as his ninja monkeys slowly pulled themselves back together. It had been an embaressing fight, one that they would pay for later. Monkey Fist clenched his fist, he should have gotten invovled, not just watched and commanded.

His thoughts were derailed as the sound of a gun of sometime going off filled the air, he snapped his head around to stare hard at where the hover craft had escaped to. Even with his mystically enhanced vision he couldn't tell what was happening.

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The ranch style house was dark and empty. It had sat silent most of the evening, its five occupants either at a dance, at a conference, or sleeping at a friend's house. This of course was until the black sunbird pulled into its driveway and two lone figures climbed out.

The male, looking bewildered as he stood there watched as the red headed female approached. He gave her a lopsided smile when she good his hand and practically dragged him up the path way and to the front door. "Kim, will you please tell me what is with the big hurry? I mean the dance wasn't even half over. "

The woman glanced at him muttering "Hopeless." once they reached the door she let his hand go and knelt down to pick up a rock and remove a spare key. Standing the slid it into the lock and opened the door, revealing the insides of the dark and empty house. Smiling the girl looked back at the boy "Come on, were going to do something we've never done before."

The blond nodded slightly and stepped inside then looked around hands in his pockets "So what exactly are we going to do Kp?"

Kim smiled taking his arm began marching him towards the stairs "Like I said earlier were going to have a religious experience."

Ron blinked letting her lead him up the stairs and then up the set of stairs leading to her room "How can we have a religious experience at your house?" he tilted his head following her into her room "I really don't get how we can have one in your bedroom."

The red head ignored this rattling as she led the way, once they were in her room she kicked the door shut and bent down to lock it. Ron fell silent staring at her posterior as she did, which was what she wanted. She maybe be new at this seduction stuff, but she knew how to use what she had to get the desired results.

"Now what?" Ron asked timidly once she stood up and turned to stare at him. Smiling Kim reached up and removed what was holding her hair in place tossing it to the side. Her red hair cascaded down to frame her face, adding the rather smoldering look she was giving the clueless boy.

Ron reached up to rub the back of his neck staring at Kim, confused about everything Kim had been saying and doing so far. "So uh, um, what exactly are we going to do? Are we going to make smores cause if we are-" whatever he was going to say was cut off as Kim suddenly tackled him so that they both fell back on the bed, a smile on her face as she shared a very passionate kiss with him.

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AR:

Cloud-90: I gotta finish this one first.

Mr. Elliot: Yes, she is.
'Heroes are defined by their villains, good heroes have good villains but great hero's have great Villains.' That is my motto, so of course Fist is much more sinister than normal.
I hope that the next update wasn't to long a wait. (It's completely understandable my dear friend, I have the same disease. It's medical name is Maximums Slothitis. I'm told I have the worse case they've seen in a long time)

red52: I don't know, but I always worry about disappointing. I'm glad that the last chapter was a masterpiece how does this one stack up? Of course he's evil! I'm sorry about making you wait for this chapter, hope it wasn't to long await and that your right, that I won't loose the magic soon. Though this chapter makes me wonder.

crazyhanyoued: Gomen, crazyhanyoued-chan. I'm glad you liked the chapter, I hope that this chapter is worthy. If you thought that one was long this one is longer ain't it. I'm glad to hear all the things going on in your fics and I'm glad you and the pup are fine...hope I get to hear from you soon. Ai

G$: Welcome back. I'm glad you love the ninja mind games Yori's Playing.

ainominako: Thank you
Thank you
No you don't, but you could have if you wanted to, I wouldn't have minded. Hey, even short people can be big (A Joke! I made a funny!) Well if you can have the Grammar people change things, can you get them to add a word for me? Booyah.
P.s. Its off the back burner, at least as much of it that didn't get burned.

SHAWN PROVONCHA: THANK YOU!

Spice of Life: (It's a good word of the week)Glad you enjoyed it. Why exactly should Yori scare you? She's a loveable girl. I hope I can as well.

Ace Lannigan: It wasn't nearly as long as this one. Yes thirteen inches, though some think it might be bigger. (Only Kim will ever really know.) I'm hoping that you enjoyed this chapter as well and I'm currently working on all my open stories.

Warprince2000: Well here's what happens next, what's coming next is

rushing along. (I guess, the simplest answer would be, think about what activities two people can perform on each other that would wear jaw muscles out.)

Monkey Fist: I have updated once more, I'm glad you enjoyed the previous one.

As for Frugal Lucre, you can't help but wish that he had went out better. I'm sure he did all that you said, but hey, at least he was trying. Although I'm not sure about Duff being in your league.

Yes, yes I do. Hey, if you want me to sale myself I can: I'm a willing follower, I can handle Shego for you if we run into her (That's right I'm not just another writer I'm multi-talented!) I could probably even help you run down ways to become the Ultimate Monkey Master. As a bonus I don't even have problems with monkeys, well as long as they don't throw stuff at me. Speaking of Bates, I haven't seen him around lately, what exactly did you do with him?

I'm glad to hear that your finally over you dreadful cold. Did you get the chicken soup I sent you? Hey, some of us just have to learn the hard way, I know I do. But at least your right, at least it is over.

Classic Cowboy: Maybe you did, or maybe you didn't...its all up to you figure out what happened. They did indeed get to know each other, technically, they were just catching up with each other.

ss3dj: You and me both. As for how that can be so funny and disturbing is because it is. Its just one of those situations. I'm sure yours will be and if you give me a link I'll read one.

Yamal: Monty is still in the shadows, but not for long. The only question you have to ask is who is the mystery ninja? I shall keep up work and I hope you find this as enjoyable.

AN:

15,292. That is how many words are in this chapter, I tell you this only because some people seem drawn to the number of words. This way none of you will have to copy this thing and find out how large the chapter is. (It's also 25 pages minus the AR and AN section, just in cause your curious.)

Anyway, this chapter took waaaay longer than I had originally thought it would. I had planned for it to be posted within forty-eight hours of fireworks, but alas, it was not happening. But now here it is, in all its glory. (extended beyond the original measly ten pages)
The next chapter will be coming much quicker, I promise. The fluff returned this chapter didn't it, but it won't last. This will probably be the last chapter in which the fluff will be in such large quantities.
I do hope this chapter was entertaining, that everybody enjoys it, and nobody get eye strain from staring at their monitor for to long. Please let me know if anything seems odd, because I feel that these longer chapters are prone to more mistakes.

Anyway, enjoy and please leave a review on your way out or I'll be forced to hold the next chapter hostage. : )