Hiya, peeps! Well, within four days(i think) of posting, my hit counter for this tale has rolled past 700. YOU READERS ROCK! IN STEREO! THANKS! And, all the nice reviews. Do you know how good that feels? THANKS! Everybody gets peace and love, on me! I must address something that Uncanny R-Man and ron-sama pointed out; I did drop the ball on Rufus. Snap, my bad! He's back in this chapter (barely), and I promise, he is a part of this story. Thanks for reminding me guys...free garlic press included with this chappie for both of you!
I never do disclaimers, but I will this once. Disney owns KP. And they should be beaten raw for taking it off the air. Michael Eisner, if I ever see you, you got a black eye coming. Ok, enough ranting...
The Biggest Mission Ever...
Gates of the Yamanouchi school, dusk
Sensei watched as the three teens approached, coming towards the gate in a group, yet obviously apart. Yori walked up to her teacher, bowing.
"Stoppable-san and Kim Possible have arrived safely, Sensei…" she said blankly.
Sensei saw pain in the young warrior's eyes. One part of his soul wanted to grab her and hold her; she was his grand niece, of sorts. She had learned one of the hardest lessons today; that fate and destiny were harsh masters. But the other side of his being said that doing so would only embarrass the child. In time, he supposed, her feelings would heal, making her all that much more strong. Little reprieve, at best.
He nodded to Yori. "My thanks. You... may go, if you wish."
She nodded, quickly walking off into the compound, disappearing within seconds.
Ron watched her go, frowning miserably. He turned to Kim. At first she was confused by his look, and a bewildered and scared 'he's mad at me?' kind of look came over her face. Then she felt it, another 'embracing' of her spirit, from Ron. This time it was if he collapsed into her, sad as a wedding day widow.
Her mind swirled with his feelings.'I/He didn't want to hurt her. I/He never would hurt anyone that way. I/He just wished she'd understand…If she could only see Kim/you like I/He does…' she perceived, in a mixed jumble of emotion fluxing through their minds. And just as quickly, it was gone. But the feeling remained. She understood his look now.
Kim cracked a soft smile. "Ron, she'll come around. No one can resist the Ron Factor."
Ron kicked at the dirt path. "Ya think so, KP? Really?"
"Yeah…really," Kim kidded, "…Yori's a strong, independent girl. No wonder she was attracted to you…"
That brought a smirk to Ron's face. He winked at her. "Thanks, Kimmie."
Sensei's eyes alone had seen the blue sheen first cover Ron's body, then crash into Kim's, surrounding her completely. 'Astounding, the power this boy has! Never have I seen such control. It was good that I asked him here. There is much to discuss. With both of them.'
"Ah, Stoppable-san, Kim Possible. Welcome, to Yamanouchi…" Sensei greeted, acting very 'B-movie karate flick'. Using his arms to gesture at the compound, he gathered the attention of the teens.
Twilight had arrived, but students had lit braziers and torches all about the walls of the school, giving it an eerily warm glow. Kim looked around, noticing all the fantastic Oriental architecture along with many ancient carvings. Beautiful gardens littered the grounds, mingling with wide areas used for training.
"This is amazing, Master Sensei…" Kim gasped, "…it's so tranquil."
Ron stepped forward, bowing low to his teacher. "Glad to be back, Sensei. I see you've made some changes, very sweet…"
"Yes. Somehow, we were receiving donations from the Bueno Nacho Corporation, for a short time. The funds were sorely needed, and have been put to good use."
"Bueno Nacho?" Kim asked, wide eyed. "Know anything about that, Ronny?"
"Nope. And neither does Wade, so don't bother askin'…" Ron quickly replied. "So Sensei, how's about we show KP around first?" he said, changing the subject. Kim smirked.
Master Lunch Lady walked up to Sensei with a package in her hands. She leaned in, whispering to him.
"A gift for you, Stoppable-san, and for your pretty red-haired guest." He explained, as the little old lady handed Ron the package. Ron untied the bundle, Kim looking over his shoulder.
"Booyah! Cinnamon Rice Squares!" Ron exclaimed. "These rule. Thank you, most honorable Mrs. Lunch Lady!"
Kim was nodding her agreement. They both bowed to her.
The elder woman smiled ever so slightly, moving in to whisper to Sensei again. When she had finished, Sensei spoke.
"She says this is a one time thing, Stoppable-san. Tomorrow, you will have to earn your meals as before." The old man smiled.
Ron turned to Kim. "We gotta make these squares last, KP. She's wicked fast with a serving tray." he pouted.
The wise Master proceeded to show Kim and Ron all of the changes and curios strewn about the school grounds.
Kim asked many questions, as was her nature. Sensei answered them all, impressed with Kim's knowledge of Japanese culture.
Students were milling around them as they walked; exercising, doing different chores, or studying. Every one of them would stop and bow to Ron when he passed. Ron's back began to ache, as he felt he should bow back to everyone, as was custom. He didn't realize they were all honoring 'he who wields the Lotus Blade'. After about an hour or so, he spoke, hands rubbing his aching back.
"Hey, ah, Sensei? Not to be a party pooper, but can you show Kim and me our rooms? After the plane, the bus, the hike, and all this bowing, I'm a little tired."
"This is your domicile, Stoppable-san" Sensei stated, motioning to the small temple-ish building they had been standing next to for the last five minutes.
"Huh?" Ron rubbed his neck. "Aren't we staying with the rest of the students, like I did before?"
"Before, you were a student, and perhaps you will be again. On this visit however, you and Miss Possible are guests, and will stay here, in the guest quarters. You will find everything you need inside, but do not hesitate to ask if you need any other items." Sensei bowed. "I will let you get settled for the evening. Stoppable-san. Will you join me at dawn, for a walk around the grounds?"
" 'Course Sensei." Ron bowed back, Kim following his lead. "Why is it always gotta be dawn with ninjas…" he mumbled, causing Kim to grin. Sensei quickly gave Ron and Kim the Peace and Love Salute, and then walked away.
The pair walked into the ornate building, the shutting the door behind them.
Meanwhile…She lay on the thin mattress in her room, quietly sobbing in the dark. She could not trust her emotions right now, not in front of the other students. She had blown up at the mere sight of Kim and Ron together at the bus stop, her anger raging at Kim, quickly turning to shame when Ron had told her the truth. She had come close to tears when she had delivered them safely to Sensei, her Master's knowing eyes piercing her very soul. Her body shook as the pain rose up inside her, her small powerful fist clutching at her bedclothes.A tap sounded at her rice paper door.
"Go Away!" she hissed in Japanese.
The door slid open, and she only saw a pair of wooden sandals under a red robe from her positionon the mat. She hid her face from the intruder, knowing.
The person walked over to the mattress, lowering down, sitting on both knees beside her. The two figures sat in silence for a moment, one hiding her emotions from someone she thought so wise, and one waiting quietly, for all his knowledge, having nothing to say.
Sensei reached out and ran a wrinkled old hand through her silky raven hair. Yori could stand it no longer, feeling his caring touch. She lifted her head onto his lap, wrapped her arms tightly around him. Her body racked with silent sobs.
Sensei simply held her, stroking her hair, letting her cry long into the darkening night.
Back at the Guest House…Ron and Kim looked around their room. A fireplace glowed at one end, golden orange logs shimmering in the hearth. A large wooden tub, filled with steaming water, was in the corner. It rested upon a large stone brazier, wood smoldering inside its fire chamber. A small vanity sat next to it, a jar of water on top, with two small porcelain cups standing guard. A large Japanese mattress lay beneath the opposite wall, blankets and silk sheets folded neatly near by.
One large mattress. Just one.
Ron looked at Kim, all fidgety. "Ah, I don't know where Sensei's mind is Kim, he musta forgot there is two of us. He's old, he maybe senile, ya know…" he stammered.
"I think Sensei knows exactly what he's doing…" mumbled Kim, moving further into the room.
"Want me to ask for another mattress?" Ron asked.
Kim paused for a moment. "No Ron. We slept together on the airplane, and nothing happened. We'll be fine…"
"But, on the plane, we were surrounded by lots of passengers…" Ron mused, "…and we'll be all alone here."
"No big. I can handle it, big boy, how 'bout you?" Kim replied, smiling.
Ron gulped. "Sure. No prob. Sleeping all alone with my super hot girlfriend, thousands of miles away from either sets of parental units, and inside a romantic Japanese temple. What's not to handle…" he flatly stated.
Kim smiled, blushing slightly. "Ok, How about: Sleeping next to your best friend turned girlfriend who is not afraid to share a bed with the boy she has been unwittingly crushing on for years now? Etc., etc., so on and so forth?"
"Ok, I can do that…" Ron smiled brightly, pulling Rufus's sleeping body out of his pocket, and placing him in a little basket filled with silk swatches. It had been left by the water-jug on purpose, he guessed, for Rufus. Sensei did have a soft spot for Rufus.
"Good. Ron, I'm going to get ready for bed, I'm bushed. Can you…turn away for a sec?" Kim asked, rummaging around in her backpack, pulling out Ron's old hockey jersey, which she had claimed recently as a nighty.
Ron turned away from her. He listened to the soothing sounds of her humming that song they had danced to at the Prom as she changed.
'Kim. Fireplace. Hot tub. Japan. Alone. Thanks, God, for showing the Ron-man the love…' he thought, grinning.
"Ok, Ronny, you can turn around now." Kim said, slipping the jersey on. if hung down to mi-thigh. "I'm decent."
"Way better than decent KP..." Ronreplied, liking the way his jersey's neck hole was toobig for Kim, causing it to hang off her shoulder a bit."Hey, I'm gonna wash up a little before I lie down, 'kay?"
"Ok…" Kim said, unfolding a silken sheet, placing it on top of the bed. She lay down on it, totally digging the feel of the cool natural silk on her bare legs. Reaching over, she grabbed a blanket, spreading it out atop the bed. She turned down Ron's side before snuggling in.
Looking over to the tub, she saw her Ron, his shirt off. He was scrubbing his face in the warm bath. Water splashed over his shoulder, running down his wiry back. He grabbed a towel, wiping off his wet face. When he was done his cute boyishmug had a healthy glow about it. He kicked off his hikers, beginning to undo the button on his cargos. He stopped for a moment, looking over at Kim.
"Not like you haven't seen me in boxers before…" he said, lowering his pants. His boxers were navy blue, with silver pin stripes. Another gift from Kim.
Kim giggled. "That's why I bought you some new ones. Those polka dot ones you used to wear were awful."
"But…you find me…sexy, in these, Miss Possible?" Ron asked, imitating 007 perfectly.
Kim smiled. "Whatever... now come get into bed with me."
"Whoa.Can I get a digital recording of you saying that?" Ron smirked.
"Bad Ron!" Kim laughed. "Come on! Lie down!"
"Woof." Ron panted, grinning. "Hang on KP…"
He walked about the room, putting out the oil lamps that had been providing light in the night. He finished, walking towards the bed, the large fireplace casting an amber glow behind him. A corona of fire formed around his slight body, at least in Kim's eyes.
'Whoa…' Kim thought. 'I'd eat that boy alive…'
She gasped, shaking her head back and forth to clear it.
"What is it?" Ron asked, standing above her.
"Just…a chill. Nothing…" Kim whispered.
Ron smiled, and slid under the covers, placing his hands behind his head. "Wow, these sheets feel great…" he mused.
"Silk…" Kim mumbled, sliding over next to him. She turned on her side to face him, draping her arm over his waist. She then lifted her head up, looking at him.
"Arm, please and thank you…" she purred. Ron lowered his one arm, sliding it under her neck and around her shoulders. She lay her red head back down, wiggling into him.
He looked down, just as Kim's head came up. Their faces were inches apart.
They shared a look for what seemed like eternity, eyes searching, their breath slow and matched. Slowly they moved together, locking into a soul kiss, losing reality for the moment. Ron curled his arm around her shoulders, moving Kim up on top of his body. Her legs opened to straddle him, and she could feel his passion growing beneath hers, seperated only by the thin cotton of their underpants. Their loving kiss became lustful, hungry. Ron's hand smoothed down her back, coming to rest on her tight round little -
!SSS-POP!
They both jumped, startled back to the real world by an ember exploding in the fireplace.
"…wow…" Kim breathed, sliding off of Ron's body.
"…yeah, wow…" Ron whispered, his face flushed.
They lay side by side for a minute, basking in the moment. Kim sighed, draping one forearm across her forehead.
"Got a little crazy there, didn't it KP…" Ron mused.
"Yeah…" she growled, "…let's do that again…" She pulled Ron on top of her, finding his lips with hers.
end – Stay tuned! Ron learns some truths from Sensei, and Kim makes a new friend…Next, On the Booyah Network!