Chapter 14
-She's a good What?!-
By Geor-sama
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Rider strong park was many things; home to children playing, couples on picnics and Fourth of July fireworks, but right now, it was the sight of a horrific crash. The blue and black hovercraft laid nose deep in the earth in ruins a long ten-foot-by-ten-foot trench stretching out behind it. Sparks arched up from the control panel casting a dim light onto the floor of the craft.
A crouched figure dressed in black ninja garb searched quietly through the various compartments on the craft, leaving the sprawled figure stretched out on the crafts floor alone. He paused, not finding what he was seeking; he stood glancing once at the prone form on the floor of the craft then leaped over the side of the craft. He landed on the balls of his feet pausing long enough to look around before he took off towards his master and the ninja monkeys.
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Ron Stoppable could be described with many words but the main ones that would be used would be happy, passive, understanding and a nice guy. Now while these words would be very true on many days, right now the only word that could describe him was frustrated. This was given evidence by him beating his head on the steering wheel of his car at the intersection. When he stopped he had a red half circle on his forehead from his actions, he slumped back in his seat sighing very softly.
He knew he shouldn't be disappointed or annoyed with Kim since she had decided to back out at the last minute; but still, she had had him so worked up that it was hard not to be. Frustration, he decided, made even good guys jerks. He sat up in his seat and looking both ways eased his car past the stop sign, heading along the dark street far away from Kim's house.
He passed the Now Leaving Middleton sign and kept going heading for Upperton, not that he had a plan he was just driving trying to get his mind off his frustration. He only hopped that nobody held it against him about driving around on the Sabbath.
He sped up his vehicle thinking back to the look on Kim's face when she had suddenly changed her mind. She had looked so scared, as if she expected him to break up with her right then and there. It was actually a little unnerving, but at least she had seemed to relax when he had told her it was alright.
He took comfort in the fact that he still enjoyed cuddling her, even after how close they had come to 'doing it'. He hadn't realized how fast he was going but when he spotted the brown sign indicating Rider Strong Park was just a mile or so ahead he slowed, thinking he should have paid better attention.
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Monkey Fist narrowed his eyes watching as his ninjas limped back to him. They looked haggard and worn, but they're eyes showed that they knew he was displeased. He could smell they're fear. He kept his face passive however, no use yelling at them now, besides he had to find out what happened to the craft.
He darted his eyes over to watch as the branches of a tree swayed against the breeze, he narrowed his eyes and watched as a dark shadow dropped to the ground quietly. Monkey Fist watched closely as the tall, mysterious ninja approached his pace slow and thoughtful.
The ninja monkeys turned slowly feeling the stranger's approach, many slipped into fighting stances while others began searching for others.
The mysterious ninja knelt before the group and spoke up quietly "Forgive me master, I fear I have failed you yet again."
Monkey Fist raised an eyebrow and then shook his head speaking softly "Fear is a good place to start." He looked at the other monkey ninja's "Go and seek out the crash, scour the area and find me the device. Or Drakken." He narrowed his eyes looking at the mysterious, yet still kneeling ninja "Shego is neutralized correct?"
He nodded his head sharply and Monkey First looked back at the trees "Good." finally he looked back down at his hesitating army and growled, "I said go." The monkey ninjas scattered at his command, leaving him and the mysterious ninja alone.
Fist looked back at the ninja placing his hands behind his back; the ninja quickly dropped his gaze. Fist merely shifted his gaze to the trees of the park waiting.
The room was dark and rather lonely, a pile of clothes laid at the foot of a bed as if having been shed in haste and forgotten. This of course was the case, but it mattered little to the lone female figure who lay curled up on her bed staring out her window, at the night sky.
She let out a soft sigh and closed her eyes thinking back over that last few hours since the dance. She'd been in such a hurry that she was surprised she'd stopped when she did. She wasn't even sure why she'd stopped short with Ron. She was more than ready; he was willing everything was good and then boom! She chickened out.
That was what really annoyed her, she was Kim Possible able to do anything and she just chickened out of sleeping with her boyfriend. At least she'd had Ron as a boyfriend, he understood at least. She knew he had to be frustrated but at least he didn't press her or get angry. For one horrible moment, she had actually feared that he'd break up with her or sleep with Bonnie, like Josh.
Now that she truly thought about it that was what really bothered her. No matter how much she loved Ron, really loved him, a part of her mind kept nagging at her that he was going to be like Josh. That he was going to say or do something that was Josh-like. Josh's games had screwed her up because now when she was ready she couldn't do it because she was afraid that all guys were like that.
The red head rolled over on her bed, pulling a pillow towards her then without thinking about it slammed a fist into it, as if it was Josh. Feathers exploded outwards from it, but she didn't care she just continued to punch the pillow, until all that was left was a thin lifeless case. Tossing it to the floor, she buried her face in her remaining pillows, drifting off to sleep, resolving to talk with Ron tomorrow no matter what.
Monkey Fist watched with detached interest as his monkey ninjas returned, knowing already that they would have excuses for failure. He sliced a hand through the air talking harshly before they could begin. "I don't want to hear any excuses." He eyed the huddling ninjas and then turned away "Did none of you find the device?"
He didn't have to look to know the answer; they're silence answered for him. He held his hands behind his back talking quietly "What of Drakken then?" When he heard silence, he turned his head to stare at the ninjas coldly. "You failed to find even him after Dainiori handed him to us on a silver platter?"
The ninja monkeys seemed to tremble, fearful of their lord's wraith, which of course was a wise decision, since they had cost him a chance to completely his goal. He returned his gaze to the park ahead of him speaking up quietly after several long minutes of silent contemplation "Return to the van."
He was instantly obeyed which didn't surprise him, even the new ninja known as Dainiori hurried past the monkey master. Monkey Fist started after them once they had all fled a rage building. He wanted to kill someone; he was denied his chance to obtain his rightful power.
Shego would be no use to him and she'd be too much trouble to bother with, he needed the device or Drakken. Not the sidekick. He narrowed his eyes, maybe he could come up with another way to achieve his last step in regaining his lost power, but it would not be here in Upperton.
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The black sunbird pulled into the parking lot of Upperton's only park, its headlights bathing the area for a moment revealing its emptiness. It eased its way along the barren rows of parking spots, until it turned into the very last slot at the far end, the lights dying almost instantly followed by the sound of the engine.
The driver, a young blond man, pulled the keys out of his ignition and looked over at his little friend sleeping soundly in his jury-rigged hammock. He looked back out the windshield at the park, loosing himself in thought.
This was cut short when a van came hurtling out of the cover of the parks trees, it flew past at blinding speed without headlights to guide it. Ron twisted in his seat watching it race away and then back to the park. Without thinking, he'd scooped up his cell phone climbed out of his car and began easing his way to where he van had come from.
Obviously, something illegal had just happened, after all how many vans fly out of a park without lights. Within minutes, he was half way along the path the van had taken and at a crossroads of following the tracks or cutting off to the side. Lacking other options the young blond continued on his path, brown eyes darting around trying to spot anything that looked out of place. It was a futile task since it was night, but his years as sidekick to, in his opinion, which was very bias, the world's best hero Kim Possible wouldn't let him do otherwise.
He came to the end of the tire tracks and paused, he could feel his skin prickling, his eyes grew wide and he spun, the air was filled with mystical monkey power. He shivered walking towards where the feeling was the strongest; Monkey Fist had been in the van, what could have possibly brought him here.
He stood they're a moment thinking, he could call Kim but she was probably sleeping by now. He frowned and circled the area slowly, thinking, trying to figure out what to do. "Ok, What would Kp do? " he paused and started counting on his fingers "One, make sure that the scene isn't contaminated, two yell or give me a dirty look for being stupid, three approach things logically and rationally, then four when that fails let me wander off in a seemingly random direction and discover clues."
He frowned, and then shook his head a lot of good knowing that stuff did him. He turned in his spot and then picked a random direction, he had no other option really he just hoped he would luck out. As he moved his way into the park, he noticed the eerie lack of noise, which caused him to shiver.
It was just unnatural for things to be this quiet. He raised an eyebrow as he pushed a branch out of his way and found the sight of a blue and black hovercraft; he blinked confused and surprised since he wasn't even sure why he had come this way.
He started towards the craft glancing left and right; he paused next to it and grabbed the side lifting himself up to look inside finding it empty. He raised an eyebrow he was no rocket scientist, but he could put two and two together. Monkey Fist fleeing the area and no trace of Drakken around a crashed hovercraft equaled nothing but trouble.
He dropped back to the ground and eyed the trench behind the craft "Now that is a clue," smiling he started along it, listening to the eerie silence. The longer he walked the more his worry began to grow and the nagging question of where exactly Shego was ate at him. With a crash like what he found obviously meant they had fought something, he gulped and muttered, "I just hope there's no mutant penguins..."
In the pale early morning light, there was nothing strange about a van pulling into a small private airstrip. Nor did anyone working there blink when a tall man dressed as an archeologist climbed out of the drivers seat.
He entered the small brick and glass building, his hair combed neatly. His shoes made an echoing sound on the tiled floor as he approached the counter behind which a rather attractive woman was busy.
He came to a stop against the counter and placing his most charming smile on his face as the woman looked up at him.
"Yes sir, how might I help you today?"
The man handed her a small envelop, letting his English accent bleed through his speech, "I've finished my business in Upperton and would like to know if my plane is refueled." He paused letting her study the ticket "It's under the name of Fisk, Monte Aiemi Fisk to be exact."
The woman, who seemed hypnotized by his accent, giggled "Bond, James Bond." When the man smiled a little wider, she giggled once more and began typing on her computer. She looked back up after a few minutes and nodded "It appears that it is ready. Will you be leaving right away?"
He nodded "Unfortunately yes, I must. I am at the mercy of my business will." he tilted his head slightly giving her a special look "However; I would be willing to delay my departure a bit if you'd like to talk a little more."
The girl blushed and fumbled with what she was doing, giggling even more when suddenly her boss came walking out of his office looking at a manila folder. Sighing he picked up his envelop and exited the building crossing to the small twin-engine jet.
He climbed into the craft ignoring the rather cramped looking ninja monkeys that had snuck aboard. He slid easily into his seat and begin the preflight check, he looked at the other man in the seat next to him dressed in ninja garb as well "Are all of them onboard?"
"Yes master."
Monkey Fist nodded and picked up the radio "This is Monk012, requesting clearance for take off, roger?" There was a hissing which was replaced by a voice from the tower "Monk012, you are cleared for take off. Good flying. Roger."
Monkey Fist nodded "Roger and out." he handed the radio to the man seated next to him and then taxied the plane out onto the tarmac. With in minutes he had it barreling down the runway, then with expert control he lifted the plane off the ground and into the slowly brightening sky.
The front door to the modest yellow house eased open and a blond male stuck his head inside, glancing left and then right. Confident that he was the only one up he eased the door open all the way and entered carrying a human shaped bundle draped in his jacket.
He eased into the house and then up the stairs heading for his bedroom, trying to make as little noise as he possible could. Halfway up the stairs he froze as a creak echoed through the air. When he realized that the noise didn't seem to draw anyone's attention he continued.
Once he reached the upstairs hallway, he looked towards his parent's room and then started towards his own. Once there he carefully eased his door open and carried his bundle inside.
He paused next to his bed, he still wasn't sure if this was they best of ideas, but he had to know what happened to Drakken. He laid the still form of Shego out on his bed, her normally attractive face dirty and bruised.
Ron wasn't sure if she was hurt anywhere else nor was about to try and find out. Sighing he tossed the jacket he'd placed around Shego onto a pile of clothes in a corner and left his room. He needed some food and something to drink, running around in the middle of the night worked up ones hunger.
He couldn't help but yawn as he descended the stairs and without thinking began un-tucking his shirt trying to get comfortable. He shook his head vigorously, trying to stay awake as he started towards the kitchen.
He entered the unlit, yet bright kitchen and froze much as a deer caught in headlights does. His mother, a tall thin woman, stood there just beside the sink arms crossed and looking very upset.
She remained quiet, watching as her son's face showed his surprise. Ron gave her a weak smile "Hi mom..."
His mother spoke in an even tone, never once letting her gaze drift from him "Hello Ronald, did you and Kimberly have a good time?"
Ron nodded shifting from foot to foot nervously "Yes, we had a very nice time. Know what, I'm so tired" he paused and gave a large fake yawn "I think I'mma go lay on the couch and get some sleep."
His mother raised an eyebrow "What's the matter with your bed?"
Ron looked a little nervous "Cause, uh, someone's sleeping in it."
"Who is it?" his mother asked a slight edge finding its way to her voice "Is it Kimberly?"
Ron shook his head and sighing took a seat in a kitchen chair "No, there was an accident last night, a girl got hurt." He looked up at his mother who was looking a little less mad "She's not exactly the nicest girl around so I couldn't take her a hospital."
His mother raised an eyebrow "What do you mean 'not the nicest girl'?"
Ron rubbed his forehead "You remember me talking about Shego?"
"You mean..." His mother paused and looked at him seriously "Why did you bring her back here?"
"She's hurt and we gotta know what happened, I don't want what got her to get Kim." He stared at his mother who, despite a dark look, was opening the cabinets under the sink and producing the first-aid kit.
"'If your enemy is hungry, give him bread to eat; if he is thirsty give him water to drink.'" she looked at her son "If your enemy is hurt then help them. She's here now and we must do what we must."
Ron nodded and stood up from his chair "I'll help you take care of Shego." He had no sooner said that than he yawned.
His mother shook her head "No, you're going to sleep."
"MOM! There's a girl sleeping in my bed!" Ron's eyes grew wide in his shock.
His mother however remained impassive "That's why you're sleeping on the couch." Ron blinked, stood there a moment, and then nodded slightly turning heading for the living room.
He found the couch rather comfortable once he collapsed onto it he was out within seconds. His little pink mole rat friend sleeping soundly in his pocket.
Dainiori stood impassive staring out at the ocean, swaying slightly with the rocking of the boat as it sliced through the water. It was small, but since his master had insisted they take it and leave, the plane behind he didn't care.
He eyed the birds wheeling about in the distance, his thoughts concerned mainly with all that had happened. However, he wasn't so deep in thought that he didn't hear the sound of an approaching ninja.
His years of training let him sense when the attack began; Dainiori moved to the left striking out at the same time with his right hand.
He smashed into the ninja's solar plexus driving the air out of the monkey. As the Monkey folded over Dainiori's hand in pain, the ninja heaved with his arm sending the monkey ninja hurtling out into the clear sky before crashing into the water.
No sooner had the mysterious new ninja returned to his position of leaning against the rail than a voice spoke up "I see that your skill has indeed improved," The mysterious ninja turned bowing deeply, waiting for what would come next.
The simian man considered the ninja for a moment and then turned away to address the monkeys "I will not tolerate any more fighting among my ninjas. It is a waste of energy and it costs me ninjas, I am one short now. But at least it was one that was worthless."
Dainiori watched as his master, after his speech glared at them all and then returned quietly into the cabin. He looked at the monkey ninjas watching him; they were on edge, no doubt worried about what he would do. The Mysterious ninja pretended not to notice, turning back to stare at the ocean and await their arrival at the island.
With the sun high overhead, amidst the bright blue and puffy white clouds, this Saturday was most definitely a sign that spring was fast approaching. The air was filled with the sound of children playing and a long delayed ritual of mowing the yards.
Of course, these things barely registered with the red headed girl walking along the sidewalk, deep in thought. She darted her green eyes from yard to yard waving as adults noticed her and said hi. She sighed softly, she'd slept longer than she meant to, but there was nothing she could do.
The girl paused and looked at the modest yellow house of her boyfriend, his car was in the driveway as was his parents van. She let out the breath she'd been holding, glad that he was home. Shaking her head, she started up the walkway to his house, wondering if he'd be allowed to talk to her.
She nervously knocked on the door, wondering who would answer. Her question was answered when the door opened to reveal the short, stocky man that was Ron's father. He gave her a pleasant though distant smile "Oh Kim, here to see Ronald?"
Kim nodded stepping inside "So, he's not in trouble?"
Ron's dad shook his head "Not really, it was his choice." He paused and sighed, "Ron's upstairs is taking a shower."
Kim nodded and muttered thanks to Ron's father and then started up the stairs. She reached the upper hallway and paused before she started towards his room, if he was in the shower she'd just have to wait in his room. She opened his door quietly and stepped over a pile of clothes starting towards his bed.
She froze seeing the blankets rise and fall in an even manner, but she could tell that the form underneath it was definitely female. Resisting the urge to scream, she walked towards the bed, wanting to know what girl would be foolish enough to sleep in her boyfriend's bed. She froze seeing the bare upper chest and the bruised face of a pale green woman known as Shego.
Kim's hands balled into fists, so tight that her knuckles turned white from the pressure. Her green eyes narrowed as she turned towards the bedroom door to find her boyfriend standing there, holding his towel around his waist tightly.
"KP," he blinked slowly and then started backing away as Kim stalked towards him. Kim stopped once she had him pressed against the wall; she crossed her arms giving him a hard piercing look.
"So, uh, hi."
"Ron, what exactly is Shego doing in your bed?" the red head asked in an even tone.
Ron quietly prayed for divine intervention and of course, this went unanswered, "It's not what you think KP,"
Kim narrowed her eyes even more "Well then, why don't you tell me what I'm thinking."
"Uh, I love you?"
Kim's reaction to this statement was not what he had hoped for "RONALD DEAN STOPPABLE!Don't you dare give me that. SHEGO. IS. IN. YOUR, I REPEAT YOUR. BED. NAKED! Now tell me the truth or I'll change your religion."
As Ron tried to find the words to explain what Shego was doing there, it would have been easier if she didn't have him so flustered and confused. Thankfully, he was spared having to explain himself, his sought after divine intervention having finally arrived.
"She's been hurt," Both teenagers turned to look at his mother who was looking severe "Or didn't you notice that Kimberly?" Kim tried to say something but Ron's mother continued, "She was brought back here so that you and Ronald could find out what happened. Of course you would have known this if you'd given him the chance to explain."
Kim opened her mouth to say something, surprised by the cold and condescending tone in the older woman's voice "I'm sorry, I was just," she trailed off, surprised by her own lack of words.
Ron grabbed her wrist, interjecting himself into the conversation "My clothes are in your room right?" when his mother nodded he dragged Kim along behind him as he started down the hallway towards his parent's room, giving neither woman a chance to say another word.
"What was that all about Ron?" Kim asked once Ron had dressed and allowed her in the room with him. Ron took a seat on the bed still toweling his damp hair as he explained, "She thinks we, you know," he said in an awkward voice.
Kim raised an eyebrow and took a seat next to him nodding, placing a hand on his leg "So, why exactly did you bring Shego home? I thought you were going straight home after you left my house."
Ron took a breath and then launched into his story, leaving out only that he had been frustrated. When he reached the end Kim was standing and talking to Wade on her communicator "Wade has there been any thefts of scientific hardware in the last twenty-four hours?"
"Hold on a sec," the boy genius said "No, nothing. Why you ask?"
Kim glanced at Ron and then back at her communicator "Because we think Monkey Fist kidnapped Drakken. Keep an eye out for anything odd alright?"
"Will do, by the way, that information-" Whatever else the boy genius was about to say was cut off abruptly. It didn't seem to register with the blond who was busy drying his hair once more.
Kim resumed her seat next to her boyfriend talking in an amused voice "So, your mom thinks we slept together uh?" Ron nodded looking at her "Why don't you just tell her the truth?"
Ron shrugged looking at her "Cause once she gets an idea she doesn't let it go, she's strong willed." He sighed, "I could try, but it'd be like trying to get me to not get excited about the GWA."
Kim chuckled and patted his leg "Don't worry about it; if she's anything like you it'd be easier to just ride this out."
He gave her an odd look "KP, you know I love you right?" When she nodded, he smiled weakly "Just remember that later tonight."
Kim shrugged off the look and what he said, "Look I love you to, but it won't be that bad." She smiled and grabbed his hand standing "Come on we better go down stairs before she thinks she's got to burn her own bed sheets."
Ron nodded standing with her; he couldn't help but smile at her optimism. It was obvious in his expression that he wished she would believe him, not that it would do much good.
The feel of cool sheets was the first thing that reached the sleep-addled mind. The next was the dull throb of pain that raced through the entire body. Slowly, unwilling to really be awake a pale green woman opened her eyes to stare at the dark ceiling. She didn't know where she was but the smell of liquid cheese told her this was defiantly not Drakken's room.
She sat up slowly letting her sheet fall away, then paused realizing that she was naked. That was a shock, but it didn't bother her to much she was never one to be bashful.
She slid out of the bed and stretched tenderly; she lowered her arms and scanned the room. It was definitely a teenager's room, and once she spotted the GWA poster on the wall she smiled at the realization that it was a male teenager.
She slowly walked around the room studying the objects and stepping over piles of clothes in the floor. She paused seeing a computer and couldn't resist, within minutes she had booted it up and dug into the files. With a deft click of the mouse she scanned what files she could find and smiled standing up right "So this is Ronnie poo's room,"
She turned slightly and spotted her clothes, they look cleaned and fresh which was a good thing. She turned back to the computer, she really should thank him and it would drive Kim nuts. She preformed a quick search of the computer area and found a digital camera.
Her smile turned wicked as she picked it up, she might be bruised in spots but she was sure Ron wouldn't mind. With that in mind, she quickly connected the camera to the computer and set it to take pictures at regular intervals and save them on the computer.
That done she strutted back to where her clothes were folded and proceeded to dress slowly, putting on a show smiling at the camera the entire time. Once she was fully clothed, she couldn't help but laugh at the imagined look on Kim's face when she found the pictures.
Her fun over with she eased out of the room and then down the hallway, absently thinking that he had a nice house. It wasn't that big really, but it was nice. She descended the stairs, following the sound of voices.
She reached the end of the stairs and paused listening to the voices. Shego smiled stifling a chuckle stepped into the doorway, placing her hands on her hips "Oh Ronnie Poo," she saw the look of surprise on both teenagers faces and smiled wider "I'm disappointed, here you are spending time with a mistress when your girlfriend is upstairs sleeping in your bed."
There was a low growl as Kim shifted so that she was between the two "No his girlfriend was down here with him,"
Shego laughed, "Oh, then his mistress was upstairs in his bed." Kim seemed as if she wanted to say something rather unwholesome when Shego continued, "Really Ronnie, I don't mind what you do with her, just as long as you save some for me. Like the ride back, I loved that."
"WHAT!?" Kim lunged forward but jerked to a stop since Ron had seized her around the waist. "Ron, let me go."
Shego gave her a teasing look "Why Kimmie, you act like he didn't tell you," She let a mock look of surprise cross her face "He didn't did tell you did he? I spent the entire ride here with my head in his lap." she dabbed at the corners of her mouth smiling letting her meaning carry without words.
Kim struggled even harder, hitting Ron's hands hard enough to make him flinch. This only added to the amusement of Shego and the despair of Ron who was barely holding her in in check.
However, the situation was alleviated when the tall, thin woman with short blond hair and glasses entered the room. Her mere presence stopped all three, she frowned in disproval focusing on Kim and Ron "Kimberly, I will have no fighting in my house, especially tonight."
The red head nodded mutely, talking in a low "Yes Mrs. Stoppable." This was too much for Shego who began to laugh; it died quickly when she found the woman staring at her hard. Mrs. Stoppable approached slowly only stopping once she was in front of the woman. "If you're well enough to laugh and fight then you're well enough to cook."
Shego opened her mouth to argue when Mrs. Stoppable seized the pale woman's ear like a disobedient child and marched towards the kitchen forcing Shego to follow her.
With wide disbelieving eyes, the two teenagers watched the most surprising and hilarious scene they would ever see, after several minutes, they looked at each other and then broke into hysterical laughter.
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Ron Stoppable was sure he was living his last moments of life, he had to be. After all on one side of him sat his upset girlfriend and on the other side sat Shego, for which he had his mother to thank. The blond of course kept his eyes focused on his food, eating what he considered his last meal.
He chanced a glance at his father, who seemed clueless to what his wife was doing.
"So, Mrs. Stoppable, do the Stoppable men always age so well?"
Ron couldn't help but choke at Shego's question; it was all he could do not to spit out his food. He looked up glancing first at Shego and then at his mother who was smiling brightly "Why yes, they do actually. Why? Got your eye on a Stoppable?"
Ron's eyes grew wide and looked around at Kim as her utensils fell from her hands. He saw the clenching of her jaw and reached out placing a hand on hers to keep her from blowing up.
"Actually I do. But," Shego answered, and then glanced at Ron and Kim before looking back at his mom "He's already dating someone. Though I haven't the faintest idea why."
His mother raised and eyebrow and looked at her son "She does have a point, why exactly are you dating Kimberly? I mean Shelia is a good Jewish girl so why aren't you dating her?"
Ron could feel every female's attention shift to him, something that he was not very comfortable with. Ron stared at his plate, praying that when he looked up this would have been a horrible, horrible dream.
Shego looked like a cat with a canary, his mother was watching him with a great deal of interest and Kim was merely staring at him expectantly. He chanced a glance at his father and then taking a breath answered "Cause, I lo-love her, that's why."
There was absolute silence as his mother stood talking in a slightly raised voice "You love her? You're only sixteen, you can't know that yet." She glared at Ron and then shot a dagger at Kim "Whatever you two have done does not mean you love each other!"
"Dear," his father interjected but was immediately silenced by a look.
"I will not have a-a-tsatskele kurva-" she began when suddenly his father cut her off.
"ENOUGH!"
The short man stood from his seat, staring at those seated at the table and then looked at his wife who slowly took her seat looking worried. He spoke slowly and evenly "This is still the Sabbath, we will sit down and enjoy our meal." He glared at his wife "Won't we dear?"
Ron's mother nodded and his father returned to his seat and his meal.
It took several minutes for dinner to return to normal, but once it did, no one seemed willing to talk. Ron may not have known what his mother had been saying but he knew it wasn't nice, and he knew that Kim figured that much as well. Now more than ever he was sure he was eating his last meal.
The forest was lush and in day light a vivid green, though this was of little consequence to the slow moving group of black clad ninjas. The forest was actually more of a jungle, which was understandable since it was located on an island in the pacific. The air was filled with loud, insistent and all encompassing sounds of animals native to this island.
The nighttime bird song was quite loud, leading one to the thought that there had to be whole flocks of birds hiding in the bushes. This of course was ignored by the seemingly jaded monkey ninjas, except for maybe one.
Dainiori darted his eyes around, never letting them rest. He was memorizing everything that he could should he have to find his way without help. He knew that when he entered his masters lair things might not be as calm as they were on the boat. He looked ahead and saw the trail coming to a stop at the base of a mountain.
He strained his eyes to see what his master would do. However, in the gloom of the dark island he saw nothing. He heard the soft clicks of what sounded like locks and then watched in fascination as a large slab of mountain was slid to the side to reveal a dark passage away into a gave.
The monkey ninjas disappeared after their master into the mouth and Dainiori hurried to follow them. Without any light as a guide, the ninja placed his hand against the wall surprised by its smooth feeling. Slowly, with the smooth wall as his guide the mysterious ninja descended down into the earth.
Before long, the path he was following was lit in a pale light, revealing that he was alone as he descended the rough-hewn stairs. He paused to consider that fact and then continued; thankfully, he only had a few more turns before he found himself at the entrance of a large cave temple.
He descended from the platform high over the cave temples floor, marveling at the seemingly marble stairs. He saw monkeys everywhere, some sleeping, some mediating, while others sparred. He couldn't help but be amazed at what he saw, the floor was polished so smooth that it resembled marble and a large outline of a monkey covered it.
The walls were seemingly a smooth yet rough slightly rough surface, bathed in a soft light. The pillars that circled around the room were almost perfectly formed, and the ceiling was cloaked in darkness. In the center of it wall as a semi-circle of four pedestals upon which a jade monkey was located, then at the far wall where it was obviously the font sat a large altar of sorts, a candle on each end and a sword gleaming in the seemingly-supernatural light of the cave.
Dainiori slipped through the cave-temple without anyone paying him notice, he studied everything so closely that he felt he was the creator of it. The jade statues seemed both inviting and horrible, yet he passed between them and towards the sword.
He couldn't help but read the sutras that had been placed all over the sword, disrupting the magical connection between it and its chosen owner. The ninja couldn't help but think that it was as if a holy relic was placed amongst unholy things.
He turned looking back at the whole of the cave temple. He should sleep; he would need his rest for whatever his master had planned. He quickly found a corner that seemed over looked and covered with a shadow. With his back against it, he closed his and drifted into a light sleep, never noticing that one of the walls that made up his corner was a giant stone gorilla.
Hell, that was where he had to be. That or he was already married. Either one would explain why he was currently changing the sheets and pillows on his bed while listening to an irate girlfriend. She was pacing his room ranting about his mother and Shego, it would have been humorous if it weren't for the fact that she was also ranting about him.
The young blond man paused as he tucked a corner of the sheet in, wondering if maybe his father ever had days like this. He shook himself out of that thought and noticed that Kim was standing perfectly still and staring at him. "Ron, tell me what your mother called me."
Ron stood up sighing in defeat "KP, for the one millionth time, I don't know. I never bothered to learn Yiddish, to old world for me."
Kim snorted cocking a hip crossing her arms "Well you should have stood up for me anyway, like your dad." She narrowed her eyes "And why did you studded when you said you loved me? I mean honestly, is it so hard to say in front of others?"
Ron sat down heavily on his bed looking up at her "Kim, look I'm sorry alright. I was just surprised by the question and you know how I am when I'm surprised." he shook his head "And Kp, I couldn't exactly stand up and shout at her for something I don't have a clue about 'Honor thy mother and thy father.' remember?"
Kim glared at him "I'm not asking that you shout at her, but you need to stand up to her. This cold shoulder routine is getting out of hand."
He sighed and Kim's features softened "Look, I'm not asking that you dishonor your parents, but your suppose to honor thy wife to."
Ron blinked looking at her "Uh, one were not married and two that's not from the torah."
Kim gave him a hard, but loving look "One maybe not, but it's still valid and two you keep this up and we never will be." She watched as the blond stared at her dumbfounded. Kim took pity and walked over to sit next to her boyfriend "I'm sorry about loosing it Ron, but your mom's just..." she trailed off and looked down.
Ron took her hand and kissed her cheek "I know KP, come on let's get downstairs and see if we can't get my mom to ease off." Kim nodded and rose following his lead.
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The downstairs was dark, or at least it was until a figure opened the door bathing the doorway in the streetlights outside. Shego smiled staring out at the night, she could barely see it, but there weaving among the trees in the distance was Drakken's hovercraft. She looked back at the house her smile faltering; it returned full force when she saw Kim and Ron appear at the foot of the stairs.
"Well, well, you two done wearing out the springs? Cause I want my turn." The pale woman started towards the two "I won't even need a bed." She watched as Ron began to look panicked while Kim stared holes through her.
Not that it bothered Shego, she just smiled even wider and placed her hands on her hips stop just a few steps from the door "Oh come on, right here, in the doorway...I don't mind if Kimmie watches."
"Why you-" whatever else the rather angry sounding Kim was going to say was cut off when Ron clamped a hand over her mouth. He whispered something to her and then slowly removed his hand. Kim stood there for a moment, her anger still evident.
Shego smiled mockingly and turned hearing the hum of a hovercrafts engine "Awww," she turned back to look at the two "My rides here...Ronnie poo, I do wanna thank you."
Ron blinked while Kim started towards the other girl, from her body language it was obvious that a fight was going to erupt. Something that his house couldn't withstand, summoning all of his willpower he snagged Kim's wrist to hold her back, giving her a reassuring look before starting towards Shego.
The pale woman extended her hand when the blond reached her, taking the two of them by surprise. Ron studied her face for a moment and then reluctantly shook it. Neither was ready for it when Shego jerked him forward by the handshake planting a deep kiss on the boy. Shego let it last for a moment before she shoved Ron backwards into a charging Kim, and then laughing disappeared out the front door.
Kim finally extracting herself from a confused Ron chased after the woman, intent on tearing the girl apart but found only empty space. She craned her neck looking up at the disappearing hovercraft, a rope ladder swaying as a figure climbed up it. With a growl of frustration, Kim turned and went back to Ron.
She found the blond wiping at his mouth, blinking rapidly. Once he spotted her he paused and opened his mouth as if to apologize when Kim embraced him "Don't worry about it Ron. I know she was just pushing my buttons."
"Well that was rather rude,"
Both teenagers jumped startled and turned towards the sound of Mrs. Stoppable who was walking towards the front door a disproving look on her face. "Honestly, not even a goodbye and from a good Jewish girl. Not that I blame her, you two did make her feel very uncomfortable." She gave Kim and Ron a rather cold look as she closed and locked the door.
Kim bit her tongue, willing herself not to blow up. Ron it seemed was doing much the same thing, he took a deep breath and then letting it out shook his head "Mom, really she made it just as uncomfortable for KP."
His mother waved a hand glossing over her son "Oh nonsense, she was just a friendly girl." She gave the red head a condensing smile "Kimberly, I've made up the couch for you."
"Mom," he paused and took a deep breath "She can't sleep on the couch, it'll really hurt her back. Besides why can't she sleep in my room like she normal does?"
His mother narrowed her eyes zeroing in on her son "BECAUSE," she paused and seemed to gain control of herself "Because I said so. It's high time you two stopped sharing a room when she stays over."
"Fine, I'll sleep on the couch and she can have my room all to herself."
His mother shook her head, about to respond when Kim spoke up placing a hand on his arm "Ron, really, I'll sleep on the couch."
"That's very wise of you dear; see Ron, everything's settled."
The blond stared hard at his mother, then looked at his girlfriend and shook his head "No mom I don't think they are. See, I'm not going to let her sleep on that couch and I'm not going to sleep on it either."
"Ronald,"
The blond continued talking right over her "I'm tired of this. All day it's been Kimberly you should smarten up, Kimberly you need to think about what's best for Ronald. Then Shego some how manages to charm you and you try to force her on me." He paused staring at his mother who looked startled at his sudden growth of backbone "Well, I love Kim and I'm going to sleep in my own bed and so is she. So GOODNIGHT!"
With that, he turned and grabbing his girlfriends hand marched up the stairs, leading a very surprised looking Kim.
"RONALD DEAN STOPPABLE! GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!"
When the teenager completely ignored her, the tall, older woman crossed her arms and swore under her breath. She turned to find herself looking at her husband.
"I saw that coming,"
His mother snorted, "It's all that girls fault."
"No, this would have happened even without her. You need to stop blaming Kim or you'll make it worse."
"Oh, is that so?"
"You know it is." He responded quietly
His wife chewed her lip in thought and then turned away "Well you're entitled to your opinion, but I'm tired and going to bed." When the short man took a step she looked back at him, "You're sleeping on the couch."
Ron's father watched his wife storm off, then shaking his head walking into the living and collapsing onto the makeshift bed. He sighed rubbing at the bridge of his nose "I saw this coming to," snorting he allowed himself to drift off to sleep.
Darkness. Its shadowy tendrils blanketed the area in obscurity, three waning torches feebly fighting back. Jagged rock walls glistened with a thin coat of moisture, the faint sound of dripping water playing in the room. A light breeze toyed with the fading flames, small pools of light chasing out the darkness. One such pool fell upon a figure, ankles fastened tightly to the rocky wall, arms held to his side by a pair of rusting chains. Little more than breathing assured anyone who happened to venture this deep into the winding depths of the antechamber that he was alive.
As quickly as it had come, the pool receded, casting the prisoner back into darkness. Faint footsteps echoed quietly down a long tunnel, each new footfall growing slightly in volume, a new point of light journeying down the path. Murmured chants flowed from within a hooded cloak, the accompanying flame casting a shadow over the figure's face. Smoldering embers burst to life, the melodious chant reaching its peak. The cloaked figure passed through the tunnel's threshold, his stride halting short of the center of the antechamber. Roughly casting the torch aside, hands sliding into oversized sleeves, the man stopped.
Renewed flames illuminated the room's pair of occupants, one carefully eyeing the other. Beginning with the hood, the captor slowly removed his outer cloak, a black gi remaining. The cloth crumpled onto the moist floor as casual strides lead the gi-clad man towards his captor. Simian fingers balled into a tight fist, hairy knuckles popping with the increasing pressure. Bare feet slapped loudly against the rock floor, the man's long face twisting into an angered glare.
An open palm thrust out, making solid contact with the outer wall, the fist poised to strike. "Why," the man seemed to taunt, his fist crashing into the wall scant inches from the captive's face, "Why did you disobey me Chippy?"
Silence only served to enrage the man further, an open hand gripping the small primate's skull and ramming it into the wall. "You will speak or pay a dear price," the man sneered, a distinct accent tainting his speech.
Defiant eyes locked with orbs burning with unbridled rage. The grip on Chippy's head tightened, his eyes forced shut by the sheer pain exploding within his skull. A wailing screech tore through the relative quiet; it's after effects echoing down the tunnel. "Good," Monkey Fist smirked, relinquishing his hold on his minion's head.
Rapid strings of screeches and howls dictated to the villain everything he had been requesting. "So he was destined to lead, yet it is I who shall do so," he asserted, turning away before delivering a final punch to his underling's midsection, "Never keep information from me. Never."
Striding from the prone form, the simian man gathered his cloak, spreading the cloth out like a blanket. Taking up a seat upon the cloth, legs crossed, arms lifted, Monkey Fist allowed himself to fall into meditation.
The bed felt much to large for Kim, she knew that Ron was right next to her sleeping on the top sheet of course, but since they had come upstairs neither had said a word. The red head contented herself to lay on her side and stare at the far wall of his room. She wasn't sure why they hadn't talked, but somehow she felt he blamed her for what he said to his mother.
She felt the bed shift and remained motionless, believing that he was asleep. However when a hand gently came to rest on her hip she knew better and turned her head to stare up at the face of her boyfriend. He gave her a small smile "Didn't mean to wake ya KP."
"You didn't, I've just been laying here thinking."
He nodded and kissed her forehead "Yea, me to...which is harder than I remember it being." he chuckled and propped himself up on his elbow "So what were ya thinkin' about?"
Kim rolled over to lay on her back staring upwards at the ceiling "That I'm just making you're life more complicated than it should be. I mean if I wasn't here you wouldn't have had it out with your mom."
"Uhhh,"
Kim looked at him panic flashing in her eyes "Ron, please no, don't say it..." she began to sat up her panic filling her entire face.
Ron blinked and reached out to keep her from getting up "Don't say what Kp?" He seemed to search her eyes and then took a slow breath "oh...that." he shook his head "I'd never say that Kp, I mean come on I love ya."
She continued to look uncertain but nodded, "Ron, if I tell you why I came over you won't throw a fit will you?"
Ron laughed a little "Hey, as long as it wasn't to tear up my Buneo Nacho gift certificates I'm good."
Kim sighed turning her head to look away at him "I came over to tell you I'm sorry about last night, when I chickened out." she paused closing her eyes "I mean it wasn't right getting you all excited...if you want we can do it now. I don't wanna loose you."
"Umm, KP?"
When she turned her head back to look at him, he gave her a lopsided grin "Don't worry about it, really, besides your not gonna loose me over something like that." He leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead "Your my best-friend, which is odd since your also my girlfriend."
Kim nodded and gave an awkward smile "So, no pressure?" he nodded smiling back "Not going to break up with me if we don't do it? Or cheat on me?" He shook his head still smiling. "You know, I think I like this new smooth you."
Ron laughed laying down on the bed "Hey, smooth me is nothing, you should see my mad fu skillz side." He made some quick goofy hand movements before bopping his own nose which earned him a laugh from Kim.
"Lets get some sleep 'Oh mighty mad fu skill master'"
He nodded rolling over to wrap his arms around her, they shared a brief kiss and then closing their eyes drifted off to their respected slumbers.
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The world was dark; there was no doubt about it. It extended as far as the eye could see in any direction, but oddest of all was that this darkness wasn't solid. It seemed as if it was made of water, swirling and changing in an unceasing state of flux.
It wasn't before long before the darkness gave way to a pale light that grew, spreading out as a bird spreads its wing. As the darkness peeled away, it revealed a clearing of trees, many beautiful as well as ancient.
The pale light took shape and rolled through the air and along the ground as a thick mist. This was everything that the young man standing in the center of this strange dream had experienced on his way here.
He was out of place with the eerie mystical setting, dressed in a subdued red hockey jersey and brown cargo pants. He swore to himself that in the distance he heard music that was familiar and yet it wasn't. However, his attention was diverted by the darkness as it creped back in, its tendrils worming their way through the mist.
The young man watched as the darkness peeled back returning to the edges of the mist leaving behind a tall man, dressed in a black gi trimmed with silk the color of blood. The simian man stood there considering the man across from him for several long minutes and then finally he spoke "Ron Stoppable, I was hoping I would see you here someday."
Ron tensed ready for anything, but the man merely continued to smile as if he had all the time in the world. Finally Ron relaxed, but just slightly "Ok, where are we?"
"We are in a place of eternal flux, were gods dwell and men can see their souls. Called Nirvana by some, others call it Paradise."
The blond reached up to scratch his head "So...yea, um, where are we again?"
"Were in an intangible realm of existence," the man said softly, as if attempting to keep his temper.
"Riiight, see those are school words." The young man said pointing his finger at the man.
"It's a dream! Can you can get it now?"
There was a moment of silence and then young man made a sick looking face "Ewwww, I'm dreaming about a monkey man...this just way beyond sick and wrong."
The man raised an eyebrow then shaking his head began moving in a wide circle around Ron "Focus boy! We are joined together by the Mystical Monkey Power," he slowly moved inwards with each circle until at last he was close enough that they could touch without trying.
"So, we're going to fight?"
The simian man shook his head coming to a stop in front of his opponent, hands behind his back "We could no more touch than wind can itself." He smiled lowering his voice "No, Ron Stoppable, we are merely going to talk. I come offering a gift since we are brothers of sorts."
"Ok, now this is really getting freaky."
Fist lifted a finger quickly drawing the attention back to him "Listen to me, we both share a bond with the Mystical Monkey Power. I however am the rightful heir to it; I have sacrificed much to obtain it, whereas you don't even want it."
Slowly the man began to circle the young blond man once more whispering as he did so "I offer you a deal, quit. Give up and let me have the power. I promise to spare your family and friends, since we are brothers it is only fair. Give up and I promise to spare Middleton my wraith. I offer you a chance to live and save the ones you care about most."
"Why should I? I can take you no problem."
Fist laughed slightly coming to a stop in front of the young man "Yes, you may be able to beat me this time. However, what of next time, or the time after that? Will you be able to keep me from winning when you're an old man? Beat me now; I will come back even stronger."
"You can't live forever."
The simian man smiled "You'd be surprised how long I could live. How long we both could live. The mystical monkey power can sustain our lives if it's what we wish, even with only partially restored power." The man lowered his voice "Think of it, constantly fighting with me, through out all of history, no family, no friends. A constant fight until at last you grow so tired that I win. Instead, you can live a happy life with those you care for most. You can save them you can have a family. A wife, children."
"I'm not going just give up and I'll never get tired." Ron retorted but the simian man saw the shadow of doubt that flickered in the brown eyes of his opponent.
"Do you really believe that? Are you really naive enough to think that you would never tire of the fight? An eternal fight with me...the isolation would be a thousand times worse than what you know now. Trust me I know what you experience at school, I know your heart."
"You know nothing about me."
"Always alone, the sidekick, the joke, the loser." Monkey Fist smiled cruelly "I know who you are far better than anyone else ever will. Trust me fighting me would be like fighting yourself, give up the power and live."
He extended his hand in offering of a handshake "I give you my word as master of Tae Shing Pek Kwar that I will spare Middleton and those that live in it. I give it to you my brother, as thanks."
Ron stared at the leathery and rough looking hand, then up at the cold black eyes of his enemy, doubt and fear eating away at him. He could save Kim for sure, his family and hers, if he just gave up right now. Part of him wanted to take the offer, he owed the world nothing, and all he needed to take care of was his own.
Slowly he began to lift his hand, opening it to shake with the simian man. To give up would be easy, far easier than fighting this man and risk loosing everything. Better to sacrifice what he didn't have for what he did.
His hand was inches from the monkey master; he could feel the electricity jumping between their hands, when a voice began shouting in his head. 'NO!' it cried repeatedly, so loud that it made his temples throb and forced him to pause as his hand trembled while the voice continued to shout, almost as if it was a chant.
Monkey Fist kept his hand out, waiting, smiling as if he knew he would win. Ron wanted to shake the hand, to give up and save Kim. However, he couldn't seem to concentrate hard enough to move his hand.
The shouting voice suddenly turned soothing, lowering in volume as it whispered to him telling him to lower his hand and fight. Slowly the blond lowered his hand back to his side and shook his head "No, I refuse." He slowly backed away from the simian man whose face began to cloud with anger; the tendrils of darkness began to creep forward into the mist. "Righteous men shall overcome those who seek to do evil."
"You think that you're righteous? You think you will stop me?" Monkey Fist hissed, the darkness growing darker "I am power, I am the future. I will grind you to powder and scatter you're remains to the four winds."
The mist began to recede, swirling around Ron, seeking to keep him alone safe from the darkness.
"I will take all those you hold dear and destroy them. Nothing will be spared my wraith." Monkey Fist extended his hand violently, the darkness seeming to dominate everything "This is your last chance, give up and you might yet save your family."
Ron shook his head, gathering all of the resolve that he could "No! Hero's don't give up, Superman doesn't give up; neither does Batman or Spider-man. I refuse to give up."
Monkey Fist laughed harshly, the darkness slowly retreating from the now glowing mist "Playing the hero? How noble." He narrowed his eyes "Then you shall die. One less would be hero."
There was a moment of silence as the darkness swirled around Monkey Fist engulfing him completely before fading from view leaving Ron alone in the field. It wasn't until this moment that he looked down and noticed what this field truly was.
Scattered tombstones broke the mist, revealing that he was standing in a graveyard. He felt a chill run up his back and he lowered his gaze to look at the tombstone of the gave he was standing next to. He knelt slowly and cleared the mist from view to stare that the headstone, his face went pale. "No," he blinked his eyes "Lord no, please, not her."
He shook his head his fingers reaching out to touch the craved words but it was forgotten as the mist washed over him, hurtled him into the ethereal embrace of true sleep.
It seemed as if only a few minutes had passed in silence before Monkey Fist reopened his eyes, but in reality, it had been several hours. He was satisfied that his spirit had been cleansed of the stain of blind rage.
He rose slowly gathering up the damp cloth, draping it over his arm. He snapped his fingers once which was immediately followed by a single black-clad solider that materialized from the shadows. The monkey bowed his head in respect as Monkey Fist spoke "Gather the rest. It is time to train."
The ninja disappeared into the shadows hurrying to do as his master had ordered. Monkey Fist allowed a genuine smile to cross his face, maybe his offer had failed but the seed of doubt was planted. The boy would fail, now all simian man had to do was concentrate on a way to returning to the stars and his fate.
The bright blue of the sky and the bright yellow of the sun seemed almost cartoonish in brightness. The white puffy clouds stuck out as if not part of the sky, but it was, when viewed in wholeness, a beautiful day.
This of course was lost on the young man that was climbing out of his black sunbird; he was far too lost in thoughts about Kim's mother and her reaction to him to care how the day looked. The older Possible woman had treated him courteously, but kept a distance, as if she too believed that they had slept together.
He shook his and yawned, then jumped when someone started talking to him from behind "Ohyao Ron-san."
The blond turned to look at the Japanese beauty; she was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and long gray shirt. She gave him a smile bowing slightly "How has your morning been?"
He smiled and shrugged "Not too sure, to tired to really say." he yawned again "So any particular reason you're going American?"
"I am merely 'blending in' as you would say."
"Ahh, well you did an excellent job."
She smiled and then turned serious "Come, we must train while your parents are out. We have neglected it for far too long."
Ron blinked "Yori, I don't feel like training. I haven't had a good night's sleep for the last two days. Can't we postpone training?"
"We train now; we do not have time to 'postpone' things." Came her response as she started towards his back yard.
"Hey, wait, I want to ask ya about this dream I had last night," He hurried after her, but the girl just ignored him "It involved Monkey Fist."
Yori paused and looked at her student slash friend "What kind of dream was it?"
"We just talked; he wanted me to give up."
"It was just a nightmare," But her answer didn't hide the flash of worry that filled her eyes briefly.
"The more I think about it the better it sounds. He promised to spare my families lives if I gave up."
"Stoppable-san, are you so fearful of loosing that you'll go against everything and allow evil to take the world?" She patted his shoulder "Do not let this bad dream bother you, the prophecy and you're fate can not be denied."
Ron blinked "What do you mean 'the prophecy and my fate can not be denied?'"
Yori shrugged and turned starting once more for his backyard "We must train." Ron followed her, a look of determination on his face. Once they entered his back yard, Yori picked up a rake and turned to look at him "Prepare yourself."
Ron shook his head as he crossed his arms "No, I want to know about this prophesy." Yori shook her head and spinning her weapon came at him.
The blond nimbly avoided the various slashes and dodged the jabs, they moved at almost a blinding speed. Ron leaped over a vicious leg sweep eyes hardening "Tell me."
Yori sliced upwards towards his head, but found only air, however she dropped the makeshift Bo like an ax seeking to strike his head from above. The blond moved to the side letting it smash into the ground, and then started forward.
Yori spun letting go of her weapon and threw a spinning hook kick that caused her opponent to back off least he was hit. As her foot once more touched the ground, she stooped retrieving her weapon and then rose performing a single hand spin.
"Yori,"
The black haired girl ignored him and charged moving with such speed and agility that not even Shego could have countered. Yet as she continuously stabbed and attacked her opponent, she found only air, Ron moving just enough to avoid her attacks.
The oriental woman spun suddenly slicing her make shift Bo staff through the air and then along the ground seeking to take out his legs. When he jumped, she allowed her momentum to carry her through and then shifted her hips striking back at the side of his head.
Ron landed with barely enough time to register what she was doing when a hand shot out grabbing her weapon. It was a moment of shock for Yori before his leg shot out along with a hand, combining a leg sweep and shove so that she collapsed to the ground weaponless.
She lay there, breathing heavily, staring up at her student who didn't even look the least bit winded. How had he managed to defeat her so quickly? She began to stand, willing to continue the fight when she found the make shift Bo staff inches from her face.
He had moved so fast that she hadn't even noticed the subtle changes needed to move the weapon. Yori felt a slight shiver run through her, as she stared up at his eyes, they were much darker than normal.
His face was hard "Tell me," his grip tightened so that his knuckles popped "What is the prophecy and my fate? Why can't they be denied?"
"Ron-san, you do not need to know such things."
Ron snorted before tossing the rake away "Fine. Then you stop Monkey Fist yourself."
Yori remained on the ground a moment longer and then stood up slowly, smoothing out her clothes "Ron-san," she looked down to the ground and then back up meeting his gaze "I do not know you're fate, all I know is the prophesy. It was made by Yamonochi's founder on the eve of his death."
"Ok, then tell me the prophecy."
"As you wish Stoppable-san. His prophesy concerned a time when there would be more than one Possessor of the Mystical Monkey Power." she sighed "Never has this been revealed to those other than the next Master of Yamanochi. You can not tell another soul."
"I get it, big important secret."
"The prophesy says 'That when the time comes that man might fly to the stars and place a home for the monkey that leads to the future among them there shall be two that possess my power. They must war with each other till one is destroyed, for the power can not be split."
Ron blinked looking at her "So...that means?"
Yori looked up at him her face set "To defeat Monkey Fist, to save the world, you must kill him. There can be only one."
"No...no way." Ron stammered as he back off, staring at Yori who seemed un-phased by his reaction. When he felt his back touch a tree, he leaned against it. "I can't kill him...that's, no, there must be another way."
"If you do not fight him, do not slay him then he will kill you and he will win. Then no one can stop him."
Ron didn't say a word; he hung his head staring at the ground in front of him. Yori started towards him then paused when he lifted his head to stare at her.
"Go away Yori, go away and leave me alone. It's over..." his voice was hallow signaling his despair and his defeat.
"Ron-san, you can not allow Monkey Fist to win. Do not simply give up."
"You want me to kill." He lifted his head and looked at her in disbelief "I won't kill, it's beyond me and it always will be." That said the blond slid to ground, the rough bark of the tree scrapping his back. He laid his head on his arms "I'm going to let everyone down, so just leave me alone."
The Japanese beauty stood there watching him closely, she should have known he would react like this. She had not been his friend for long, but she knew better than to tell him and yet she had done just that. It was because her stupidity that Monkey Fist would win, the blond before her had lost the will to fight. She stood they're watching him for several more minutes and then left.
She could feel for the first time the weight of her actions and choices. Everything she had done, everything she'd believed and said was now little more than dust. She had destroyed her student's spirit and insured his destruction. All this time in which she had been so prideful in the fact that she was training the monkey master had blinded her to the fact that he was not ready for such responsibility. She lowered her head, fighting back her tears. She would have to return to Yamanochi and tell Master Sensei that she failed, that it was over, that Monkey Fist won and it was her fault.
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Monkey Fist : Yes, they do tend to annoy one don't they? At least with this one outta the way you don't have to worry about paying by the hour. Staring is rude...very rude... and since we can't have you feeling uncomfortable it should be banned...
Oh yea, I do indeed know how to fight...My style is a mishmash really, because I've learned several, but its mainly Taekwondo. But dawn? alright, if I must I will obey, your lucky I happen to keep a whip and sword with me at all times (The ladies do tend to get a little wild you know :D)
Ahh yes...I thought it was such like that...I shall say no more about it. I'm glad you approved of this last chapter, now what do you think of this one?
Forceuser3 the Level 78 Ranger: Here is one. Others are on the way.
Charizardag: Depends, I could just keep stretching it out, but I don't think my fans would appreciate that. Thanks and I will keep going.
Lord Dreadnault: Thank you. )
G$: Wb G$, obviously since you've read this chapter you know what happened with Kim and Ron. As for Yori and Monique...you'll just have to keep reading to find out. Sorry for making you wait so long.
crazyhanyoued: Hey, I have great inspiration. I'm sure no one even noticed. smiles ai
ainominako: Well, that was a premature BAACK now wasn't it. Anyway, I am glad that you decided to screw correcting my grammar, I needed the break. Besides summer and the monkeys/monkies thing is perfectly understandable.
Hey, Barkins a good guy, sorta. And Yes that is a pretty big coincidence isn't it. Thank you, I'm glad someone caught that.
Yes, have you ever seen Broccoli? It's evil, Evil I say!
Actually, that was a mistake in my spacing. It wasn't suppose to be nani, but alas that's how it turned out (Either that or I made a spelling error, proving that even us talented multilingual Americans are prone to mistakes.)
Yamal: I'm glad I'll never hear you complaining about long chapters. I'm glad it proved humor and interest...I just hope that this one did as well. I'm glad that you enjoyed the Ball dialogue, it just had to be done hehe. I hope your patience paid off, and I will keep up my effort and awesome work
warprince2000: I updated, sorry about not being sooner.
chris-warren876: Then skip those parts. Really, that's all I can say. your not offending me, other than that I can only say this (Which is meant as a humorous) warning 'Warning: Lesbian content is contained within. If you have problems with beautiful women loving each other and your male, seek professional help.' XD No seriously, I am sorry, but honestly, I find it hard to take such a request seriously.
Ron was justified, but even if he is, it doesn't mean he was right. But anyway, your right about her reasoning towards Ron. As for other guys I would stick with Kim myself, safer for ones health than Shego or Bonnie (I mean, come on, if you forgot an anniversary one could make you a unic without trying.)
Spice Of Life: Hey, someone finally got the name of the park :D Well I suppose that's a good enough reason. Hope you like this chapter.
John Steppenwolf: Thx, Well I've always known, but then I helped create her. :) Ron just about blew more than a fuse actually. Loved the song, got one for Ron or other characters?
red52: The master returned and then he disappeared, but he's back once more (I think,) I honestly never knew that the sweet baby Jesus could jump on a pogo stick. I'm glad you enjoyed Yori's mind games and that what I put Mankey through was perfect. As for your questions, it depends on your definition of sticking to the shadows. I mean he is a ninja after all. The mystery ninja is a mystery of course, but feel free to try and figure it out. And Ron get a clue? Never.
On a side note, I'm glad what I'm doing with him kicked supreme ass. If I have one true gift, its creating villains you love to hate, at least I think so. Anyway, he might get what's coming to him, or he might even win. Never know.
Yay! another seal of approval.
ss3dj: I don't have super writing powers, I just have lots of free time. Thanks, I'm happy you liked it. As for your fics...sorry I didn't read or review...but I promise I will soon.
Mr. Elliot: I love that word, hope I get to hear it again for this chapter. I'm glad all the interactions were splendid and that the multiple plotlines are fantastic. Well, I can't help but wonder, but did you ever figure out the Betty Crocker, Baseball thingy?
I am sorry that I disappointed you and all my fans with the long delay. At least now you know what happened with Kim and Ron and some of the other characters.
Am I forgiven?
AN:
It's seven in the morning where I am, I can barely see the computer screen and here I am writing my Author Notes. Now I know that in chapter 13 I promised a quick update, it would have happened, I had it written within a week. Before you ask why the delay I'll tell you, the disk that had all my KP stories died. Meaning I lost everything. Therefore, I had to rewrite this entire chapter, which meant I had many scenes I couldn't remember.
I am sorry for the long delay and hope that you, my loyal readers, forgive me. Also, special thanks go out to a good freind Ron Stoppable who helped me out by writing a scene and to Classic Cowboy who beta'd this. Please go read both their stories, there quite good.
I know there was no Monique scene, nor Josh, or any other plotlines I'm famous for, but it was a hard choice of either advancing the plot, something that I havent' really been doing, or continuing the various other characters. I'm sorry if that disappoints but I felt I needed to get back to the actual plot.
Other than all of that, the only other things I know that Monkey Fist spells his name Monty Fiske, but he's hiding in plain sight which is the best way to hide after all. Anyway, all of that being said I hope you enjoy this chapter and that I won't take to long with the next one.
-Geor-sama