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The Biggest Mission Ever... - Chapter 5
Dawn, the Guest House...
Ron woke just before dawn, someone bouncing on him, up-down-up-down. He opened his tired eyes, and saw his little buddy Rufus was the culprit.
"…Rufus, yer not part of the dream…" Ron moaned.
"Wakey-wakey! Go see Sensei!" the rodent yelled, pointing to the door.
"I know bud, I remember. Quiet down, don't wake Kim…" Ron shushed. "We didn't fall sleep until a few hours ago."
"Hnk-haa, me know. Me saw!" Rufus laughed.
"You saw… us?" Ron asked, suddenly alert.
He thought back to last night, and felt an electric shock travel down his spine. KP had gone all wildcat on him as they made out, and he decided to return it, claw for claw. Oh, they kept their clothes on, nothing… penetratingly major had gone on, but he now had a new appreciation for the female anatomy. It was amazing how much you could feel when all that separated two bodies was a too large hockey jersey and a couple of pairs of underpants.
Ron smirked. 'It's downright badical, what you can do with just one finger… booyah…'
The blanket had vanished, banished when it got in their way. The low glow emanating from the warm hearth had made everything much more real. The room had already been humid, steam coming off the hot water in the big tub in the corner. It got… wet. Bodies had gotten slick...
Ron snapped out of it, shaking his head. He focused on Rufus.
"What? What did you see little buddy?" he asked slyly.
"Why are you boys being so loud?" Kim moaned, her eyes clenched shut in exasperation. "What on earth are you talking about this early in the morning?"
"Rufus says he saw us last night, my morning princess," Ron jibed. "He was just gonna tell me what he saw."
Kim stiffened, her eyes popping open. "Rufus! What did you see?"
"Kissing, hnk-haa," he squeaked, "an wrestlin'!"
Rufus pointed at Kim. "You lost! Ron-da-man!"
Rufus fell on his back, kicking his little legs out straight. "uuhhhhhhagaaaod…yesssss… that's-it-Ronny…" he mimed, imitating Kim in her throws of passion.
"I did NOT lose…I most def won that one!" she blurted out, her competitive side taking over do to the early wake up mind fog. She was blushing furiously, however.
"Ohhh no, you I made you… pinned… long before you got me, uh, yeah, pinned. Two times, if I remember correctly." Ron boasted, remembering.
"Ron, I think that counts as winning in that kind of match..." Kim replied, rolling her eyes, smiling.
"Ohhh, yeah… I get it, KP." Ron answered. He turned to Rufus, smiling. "Yeah, I had her, little guy, until the end. Then she… pinned me, and it was over…"
"Hmp-dint-see. Sleep after Kim lost…" Rufus claimed, shrugging his tiny shoulders.
"That's good… " Ron admitted. His eyes did that flashy thingy.
The little itch that was always in Rufus's small, yet over-developed brain scratched. 'It's embarrassing for Kim. Just play it off…' he felt in his tiny brain.
Ron knew Rufus was smart, but he didn't think his mind had the capability of grasping human sexuality. He figured Rufus really did think he saw them wrestling.
The little critter had always trusted the 'Ron' voice in his mind, so he went with it. He had gone back to sleep after Kim had begged for mercy, maybe she did win after all.
"Uh-yeah, no see that… sorry Kim-Kim!" he chirped, holding up his wee arms in surrender.
"It's all good, Roofy…" Kim smiled, her alarm dissipated.
"I gotta get up." Ron sighed relived, "Sensei's probably waiting."
He released his arm from Kim, crouching first, then rising. He walked to the vanity, and poured two cups of water. He picked the cups up, moving back to the bed. Smiling, he handed one down to Kim.
"Wrestling…" Ron said, smiling. "I think we both won…"
Kim blushed; very-very hard. "Yeah…but I won-won… Ronny…" she purred.
"If you say so, Kimilia, but the Ron-man knows things now…" he stated, goofing. "Expect to defend your title in the near future…"
His body began to glow blue.
Rufus never paid attention to that; his boy just turned blue sometimes. And recently, Rufus's girl, Kim, did to.
"…booyah…" Kim breathed, her body shuddering, as the blue vapor surrounded her completely. She felt an instant urge to make Ron follow up on his prediction. She thought deeply about Ron breaking her. And then, loving her. Knowing her, at his leisure. Pleasing her, pleasing himself…
She sat in the jungle tree house, the skin bikini providing much less coverage. Ron sat beside her, close, clad only in what God gave him.
'Ron…' she thought, noticing their change it apparel. God had been good to Ron. Their astral selves instantaneously kissed, embracing, not noticing a third party in the tree house, hiding behind a paint can, his little black eyes glowing blue at the edges, big grin on his pink face.
'…hnk-haa, my boy and my girl…' Rufus thought, the grin widening.
Real Rufus made a fuss. "Sensei! Outside!" he cried, sensing the Master before Ron.
"Whoa, gotta go…" Ron blurted, breaking the bond.
Kim gasped, feeling the release.
"Yeah… go, talk with Sensei… then come back to me… my monkey master…" she purred.
Ron jumped up, giving KP a wink, and grabbed his cargos and Rufus, not bothering with his shirt, he knew it was covered in his own… stuff.
He burst through the door. Sensei sat, hovering in the middle of the path outside the temple.
As soon as Ron's feet hit the dirt path, he regretted not putting on shoes or a shirt. In Japan, it was early spring, still cold in the mornings, especially in the mountains. He quickly bowed to Sensei.
"Morning Sensei. Hang on, I'm going back inside…"
When spun back to the temple, he noticed a light blue garment lying on the landing, folded, with a pair of white ninja slippers on top.
"Huh? Sensei?" he said looking back over his shoulder at the Master. He was pretty sure they hadn't been there a second ago.
Sensei flashed their Peace and Love salute. "Ron-san. The shoes are for your feet…and the robe is something that belongs with you."
Ron grabbed the shoes, dropping them in front of his feet, sliding them on. He picked up the folded garment, shaking it out. It was a robe, styled a lot like Sensei's, silver embroidery where Sensei's was gold.
"Way cool, Sensei! This must have cost you a fortune!" Ron jabbered excitedly.
"Ron-san, look at the back. It is the… badical part." Sensei's mustache jumped in a grin.
Ron spun the robe around. Embroidered on the back were two silver monkeys, back to back, in fighting stances. One monkey had a brown jewel for an eye, the second had green.
"…badical…" Ron breathed, wonder and surprise in his voice. "It's me and Kim, isn't Sensei?"
"You tell me. It was not I who changed the color of the eye jewels. The Master of the Mystical Monkey Power does that." Sensei replied. "When he makes a bond."
"Wha? Sensei, that makes no sense. You're the Master. Wait…" Ron added slyly, "…you been out chasin' the ladies Sensei? Go Sensei, get yer swerve on…"
"Go Sensei! Oh yeah!" Rufus chirped from within Ron's pocket.
Sensei snorted before he could stop himself. "Ron-san, you jest. I am far too old…"
"Never too old for some of the good stuff, Sensei…" Ron smirked, slipping into the robe. It was cut a little shorter than Sensei's, it's hem falling right above Ron's knees.
"Come on Sensei, who put the green and brown eyes on?" Ron queried.
"That, Ron-san, is a part of what I have to talk with you of…" toned Sensei, "…for you see, there is a story behind the eyes of the monkeys."
"A 'legend' story, Sensei?" Ron asked. His teacher nodded. "But this thing is brand new!" Ron wondered.
"Ron-san, that robe, is older than this school…" Sensei stated.
Ron's jaw dropped in awe.
Back at the Guest House…Kim stoked the embers in the large stone brazier holding the big wooden tub. She had thrown a few sticks on top of them, and was getting them to catch. Satisfied they were burning, she turned to the vanity mirror. The reflection made her smirk, her hair was about as messed up as it could get. She sighed, knowing it would take a while to get it straightened out.
"Note to self: put hair in ponytail before wrestling." she mumbled. She slipped Ron's jersey over her head, and at that exact moment, the temple door opened and a slight body slipped in.
Kim gasped dropping the shirt to the floor, covering her breasts with her arms. She recognized the culprit.
"Master Lunch Lady!" she started, maybe a bit to loudly.
The wizened old lady looked Kim over from head to toe. She was carrying a tray holding a small bowl of rice porridge, some assorted glass bottles in odd shapes, and some black clothes folded neatly. She placed it on the vanity.
"What wrong with hair? Look like you fight with monkey all night." She blurted out in broken English. "And you too skinny. Need to eat more."
Kim's eyes popped open. Not only was Master Lunch Lady speaking English, she was hen-pecking her. Like her Nana did.
"Close mouth. You catch flies mouth open like that," Master Lunch Lady continued, "…you hungry?"
"…uh, no, not right now. Maybe later…" Kim managed to get out.
"Fine. We take bath first. Come get in tub." Master Lunch Lady commanded, walking past Kim to the tub. She turned, standing beside it, and tapped her foot, waiting.
"…ah, well…" Kim stammered. Did this lady think she was gonna get all naked in front of her?
"No have all day. Come, come, get in bath. Young American girl parts no different than old Japanese woman parts. Seen it before. No big. Hurry up!" Master Lunch Lady said, using the 'Mother' tone.
"Hmph!" Kim grunted like a child.
Master Lunch Lady's thin eyebrow rose as if to say 'YOUNG LADY… '.
Kim sighed, stomping over to the tub, arms still crossed over her bosoms. She looked at the elder woman. "Won't you even close your eyes?" she pleaded.
"Why close eyes? Then I no can see, that just silly. In. Tub. Go!" Master Lunch Lady's foot tapped louder.
Kim gave in, quickly grabbing her underpants, sliding them down. She jumped into the tub in a flash (no pun intended), hastily sitting down, her back to the old woman.
Master Lunch Lady had stealthily produced a wooden bucket from behind the tub, which, quite speedily, she filled with water, promptly dumping it over Kim's head, drenching her.
"GAH! What are you doing! First you force me into in to a tub, naked, and then you try and drown me? Master Lunch Lady!" Kim wailed.
"Hair has to be wet to be cleaned. Stop squawking, little bird." cackled the older lady. "And no more 'Master Lady' name. That what Stoppable-san call me. You call me Nooni now. It my name… but don't tell Stoppable-san. Me like to pull his chain."
Kim smirked, calming down at the joke. She pushed her wet hair out of her eyes. "Really? Me too. It's easy to do…Nooni. Ron is kinda gullible."
Nooni grabbed one of the odd bottles she had brought with her. A dark red liquid sloshed inside. She took the stopper out, and poured a little in the bath water. The rich scent of cherry blossoms permeated the air
"This make you smell good. Make Stoppable-san want to bite you." Nooni exploded in rakish cackles after saying this.
"Stoppab- …Ron doesn't bite me, Nooni." Kim flatly fibbed.
"Then what that mark on shoulder? Monkey bite?" quizzed Nooni, smirking.
Kim looked to her shoulder, seeing little red tooth marks there. She gulped, blushing. "Oh, that…well, ah… and then it…" Kim stuttered.
"Blah-blah. Those teeth marks." stated Nooni. "No shame, little bird. Boy bite girl sometimes. Sometimes, girl bite boy. If I your age, I let Stoppable-san bite me. He too cute for own good." The elder cackled some more. She placed the bottle back on the tray, grabbing a different one. She poured some green gel into her palm. Faint whiffs of mint seeped through the cherry scent.
"Yeah…" Kim said dreamily, "He is that. What's that stuff?"
"We wash your hair with it. Make hair smell good, like mint." said Nooni. "We use smell of cherries to wake hunger in boy. Then use mint to relax boy."
"Then what, Nooni?" Kim asked.
"Bite him, of course. What you think?" Nooni replied, working the herbal shampoo onto Kim' hair.
Kim giggled girlishly. "Nooni, you are not who I thought you were."
Nooni smiled knowingly. "Who you think I was?"
"Ron told me you were a wise old Master chef with excellent reflexes." Kim said.
"I am. But I also woman, was girl once too." Nooni replied. "I see Stoppable-san look at you. Make Nooni wish she was girl again. You too. Look at boy like lovesick panda."
"Lovesick panda? I so do not, Noomi…" Kim gushed.
"So do to. Look at him like hungry dragon too. Stoppable-san look at you like sushi platter, wasabi on side." More cackling.
"Oh my gosh…" Kim giggled. "I can't believe this! Your old enough to be my Mother!"
"So I last year model, and you brand new. I only talk truth, as friend. You don't want me for friend, Kim Possible?" Nooni asked, sounding hurt.
"No, no, I didn't mean that Nooni, I – Blub-blub!" she choked.
Nooni had quickly poured another bucket of water on Kim, cackling madly.
Outside, walking the grounds…Ron and Sensei strolled for a bit in silence. Ron's face wore a very questioning look, his mind still wrapping around Sensei's cripto-talk. 'Older than the school?' kept running through his mind.
Rufus popped out of his pocket, and pulled up the hem of Ron's new robe, pulling it over his little pink head so he could see. It wrapped around him, making it seem as though Rufus wore a light blue monks hood.
"…mmm, nice 'n' soft…" he squeaked, breaking the silence. "Hmmm, dryer sheet?" he questioned, looking at Sensei.
"Ancient Chinese secret…" replied Sensei, holding out his palm for Rufus. The little guy jumped into his hand. Sensei brought him to eye level, and the pair shared a solemn nod. Rufus jumped, his body stiffening, his paws sticking straight out along with his sharp buckteeth. Sensei caught him by a stiff paw, and with a flick of the wrist so slight Ron almost missed it, flung the mole rat/throwing star into the air. Rufus, soaring, tapped his small bit of the Monkey Power, bending his little body, riding the wind, causing his flight path to resemble that of a boomerang, circling back to Sensei. He landed square on Sensei's palm in a monkey stance. The two shared another nod; then Rufus scampered up to perch on the wise man's shoulder, grinning at Ron.
"Whoa." Ron said amazed at his little buddy. He had thrown Rufus many times, but had never seen him fly like that. Sort of once, but not like that.
"Rufus-san has but a small part of the Monkey Power, but his pure animal soul uses what he has effortlessly." Sensei stated. "Come, Ron-san, let us go rest under that willow tree. We must parlay."
"Parlay? …uh, is that a 'school word'?" Ron asked, moving to the giant willow.
"Talk…" Sensei explained, taking a seat on the grass. "My story is not too long…"
Ron sat, waiting expectantly. Sensei closed has eyes for a second, and then began his tale.
"Long ago, Ron-san, there was a young warrior who also was gifted with the Mystical Monkey Power. His heart was true, and he became very powerful and skilled in the ways. He made sure that his village was always safe from danger, protecting all his people, sometimes helping neighboring villages with their troubles also. Everyone loved the honorable young warrior. Many village fathers offered their daughters to him for marriage, but the young warrior felt no true love for any of the girls. His heart would not allow him to dishonor the fathers and daughters with a loveless pairing.
One day, the village wash-woman, a widow, came to the young warriors hut.
"Young Warrior…" she called, "please consider my daughter for your wife. She has no father, no dowery, but is a good girl. Daughter! Come, show yourself!"
A beautiful young woman came to stand before him, her eyes shining defiantly at him, a scowl on her pretty face.
"Why do you stare at me so, girl?" the young warrior asked her, smiling.
"I do not agree with being 'offered up' to a man…" the girl spat, "I will marry he who is my true love, and no other."
The girl's spirit lit a fire of love in the young warriors heart. He admired her courage. He began to court her, sharing his life of adventure with her. The pair fell in love. Over time, the villagers came to call her the 'warrior princess', as she also became known for her skills in battle. Everyone knew they would be together as husband and wife.
One night, as the pair stalked a pack of rabid wolves that had been raiding a neighboring village's livestock, the warrior princess was injured, gravely. The young warrior shared his power with her, forming a bond, healing her.
He was happy he could do so, happy to save his love. But he grew wary, overprotective. He began using his power to keep her safe during their adventures, banishing all danger before she could begin to help him. This saddened the warrior princess, making her think he didn't trust her. One day, they came across a gang of bandits, armed with new weapons, devices that used fire-powder to shoot projectiles. Sensing the danger, the young warrior used his power to float the princess far into the sky, away from danger, while he alone defeated the bandits. He brought her back down to him, wanting to celebrate their victory with a kiss.
"I am not some porcelain vase for you to shelter and protect!" the princess shouted, denying his advances.
He became angry. "You are my love! I will never let anything harm you!" he shouted.
She pouted, but he remained firm.
Over time, the princess grew distant, cold. She declined all adventures, staying at his hut while he went, alone.
He pleaded with her, stating his cause. "Please, my princess, I only wish to keep you safe." He said.
"You do not trust me to keep myself safe. You use your great power to keep me from being there, from doing what I love, protecting you, fighting by your side. I cannot give my love to man who does not trust me." She answered, sadness in her eyes.
"I cannot let harm befall you." He stubbornly stated. "I will use my power as I see fit."
"Then our bond is broken…" she replied. In the night, she left, the warrior princess never to be seen again.
The young warrior grew bitter, dark. He began to ignore requests for help, his anger and sadness staining his once pure soul. He silenced away to a mountaintop to live his life out alone.
Throughout many, many years, his heart became open again, his soul cleared of taint, through his commune with nature in all its goodness. But his heart always ached with sadness; he had not used his most precious gift as a true Master would, letting his own faults and insecurities drive away his one true love. The young warrior grew old, and…passed on, alone, his power wasted."
"…aww, sad…" Rufus moaned, rubbing his beady eyes.
Sensei stopped, opening his eyes, looking at his student.
Ron looked back, trouble written all over his face. "That'swicked sad, Sensei. But you're trying to tell me something, aren't you?"
Sensei just watched Ron, waiting.
"I havta let Kim be Kim, and not get a big head about what I can do with my power, don't I?" Ron asked.
"That is part of this lesson, Ron-san. Search your heart…" Sensei egged him on.
"…come on, come on…" Rufus encouraged.
Ron closed his eyes, thinking. His brow wrinkled in concentration. He let his body slump, frustrated. "How 'bouta hint, Sensei?"
Sensei nodded. "Ron-san, it's a yin yang thing…"
"Oh! I get it…" Ron sparked, "Kim is the yin to my knuckle-headed yang, isn't she Sensei!"
"Yes, Ron-san, I believe it is so..." Sensei smiled, proud of his student. "…Miss Possible and yourself have undeniable bond, one that existed long before of received your gift and shared it with her. You are light, she dark. You the happy joyful clown, she the serious lion tamer…"
"…but ya gotta have both for the circus to be any good!" Ron smiled, finishing for his teacher.
"It is so, Ron-san. Value your relationship above any power or any skill you acquire. It is worth so much more." Sensei wisely stated.
"I will, Sensei…" Ron spoke, agreeing unabatedly "…screw power. Power, who needs power? Kim is what it's all about, always has been. I would give it all up for her, no prob."
Sensei breathed a slow sigh of relief, nodding sagely. He never wanted Ron-san to have to deal with the pain and bitterness like… the 'young warrior' had. He wished that for no man.
"Ron-san, you are quickly becomingthe Master of the Mystical Monkey Power. Faster than any before you. Do not lose your self in it. I have faith you can do this." he toned.
"I had a good teacher…" Ron said seriously, then smiled brightly. "So what's with the robe?"
"It is the Masters Robe, wore by the first Master. The eye jewels changed the moment you formed your bond with Miss Possible. A sign you are on the correct path."
"Man…" breathed Ron, then giving the only response he could. "...booyah..."
Back at the Guest House…"Hurry up. Dry off, come eat porridge." Nooni said. "It better hot."
"Ok, Nooni, hang on…" Kim said rubbing her hair with a towel. "…I have to at least put some underwear on."
Kim was no longer uncomfortable with Nooni seeing her nakedness, but she couldn't fathom standing up naked, eating rice porridge. It just seemed silly.
"No need underwear. Not today. Put this on today, it special." Nooni replied, grabbing the black garb she had brought with her, tossing it to Kim.
Kim shook out a black ninja gi, similar to the ones the students wore. A light blue silk sash fell out of the folds. Kim picked it up, noticing that the inside of the sash had Japanese characters stitched into it.
"What does the writing say Nooni?" she asked, putting on the gi.
"It say love stuff. Mushy." Nooni replied without answering, which peaked Kim's interest.
"Tell me, Nooni, please! I can't stand not knowing stuff." She begged.
Nooni sighed. "It say 'I walk beside the one true Master. My Love will protect him. His Peace will guide me.'"
"Oh…" Kim said softly, her heart knowing. "…this is about Ron, isn't Nooni?"
"Not at first, but now, yes, it is about Stoppable-san." Nooni answered, meeting Kim eye to eye. "Now it is yours, little bird."
"It's beautiful…" Kim murmered, tying it to her waist in the way she wore her mission belt. "…I can't accept this Nooni."
"You MUST!" Nooni barked, a deeper meaning behind her words, which Kim understood immediately.
"Ron needs me, doesn't he Nooni?" Kim asked, walking over to the elder woman. "Like, he needs me-needs me?"
"As you need him. He is your equal, your partner, your love. Do I speak falsely?" Nooni answered, smiling at Kim.
"No. He is all that to me, and more." Kim said with conviction.
"Never forget that, little bird…" Nooni stated, taking Kim's hands in hers. "…And never let Ron-san forget it either."
Kim beamed brightly at Nooni. "I'm on it…"
End – tune in next time for what might end up being… the END! (cue music!)