Dark Hero Rising

Chapter 6

"Flight 217 from Japan is now arriving" The female voice echoed through the crowded areas of the airport.

A few moments later, a head of straw-colored hair could be seen in the mass of black and brown.

Ron Stoppable, the Guyver; had returned.

Ron walked out of the boarding platform, the memories of his time spent in the land of the rising sun playing through his mind as he re-entered his old homeland.

7 months back------

"Ugh, this is useless" The bruised form of Ron grunted as he once again slipped on the ice "I just can't transform"

It had been 2 months since Ron started training, which mainly consisted of sparring with a quarter-staff, he was told this helped with connecting with the guyver.

"Stoppable-san" The white hair man known as Master sensei said sternly "You must focus, the protector will be drawn with feelings of urgency, you must harness that feeling"

"I'm trying" Ron grunted, he learnt that disrespect often resulted in more training "Master"

"You are not trying" The old master growled, a scowl on his face "You are distracted"

"What?" Ron grew confused, he had never saw the jovial man with such animosity.

"It's Yori" The old man continued to scowl "She has been constantly on your mind, you are too preoccupied with her"

"Yori has nothing to do with this" Ron matched the man scowl.

"Idiot boy" The master scoffed "Yori!"

In a streak of black, Yori appeared.

"Hai, sensei" The fully garbed ninja answered.

"You are a nuisance" The old teacher said simply, throwing a small needle at the unknowing girl.

Ron watched petrified as the thin sliver of metal flew through the chill air, planting itself firmly into the kunoichi's throat. With a small gasp, Yori collapsed.

"No" Ron looked at the dead girl, the first one to share the most intimate moments of love two humans could achieve.

The saddened eyes morphed into a glare of fury.

"You monster" Ron let out a low growl.

"You were distracted, I ridded you of that distraction" The small man said simply.

Ron let out a roar to shake the heavens, which did a lot considering they were on a sheet of ice. Master Sensei braced himself as the thick ice began to crack under the sheer power the boy was emanating. The ice around Ron began to melt and steam as the same field of gravity grew around the boy, the force sending a shockwave across the frozen lake, shattering the ice. From the back of his neck, the armor that had encased him twice before shot out and covered every inch of Ron's body, the black and grey armor shifting ever so slightly as it fitted itself perfectly.

"You will pay" The guyver said as air vented from the two exhaust vents at the front of the mouth.

The old man simply smiled from atop the piece of ice he was standing on.

"Yori" The old man said lightly.

"Hai, Master"

"What the?" Ron turned around and saw, standing at the bank of the lake, the smiling form of Yori.

Turning to where the fallen form of Yori lay, Ron saw a small log, the needle penetrating halfway into the tree segment.

"Congratulations Stoppable-san".

2 months ago--------

Ron and Yori trailed behind the elderly teacher as he led them into the inner sanctum of the acadamy where the lotus blade was kept on display.

"Stoppable-san, how many weapons can you draw?" Sensei asked.

"Just the blade on my right arm sensei" The blond teen answered

"Do you know why you draw only one? While I have told you two blades can be drawn" The bearded elder continued his questions.

"I just thought that was how my armor was, you said that all had variations" Ron replied.

"That is true Stoppable-san, but the reason why you can't draw two is because you're armor is defective" Master sensei said.

Ron's mind replayed his fight with the guyver Shego, the damaged control medal was the reason he had won, and the reason that the suit turned on the green tinted woman and devoured her.

"Oh god, it's broken" Ron started to panic "It's going o eat me isn't it?"

"Calm yourself Ron-san" Yori tried to coo the distressed teen.

"Yori speaks wisely Stoppable-san" The old man said "You must control you're fear, or else you will fight your battles crippled"

Ron took a deep, relaxing breath.

"You're right master, thank you Yori" The American boy sighed "Please continue sensei"

"Though it is true the unit you have absorbed is broken, the missing part has been found and can be easily attached" The elder finished.

Ron let out a very big sigh, causing Yori to laugh at his antics. As the three walked on, they eventually came to the massive room in which the lotus blade was housed. The blue sword was resting in it's case, which was placed on a small alter in the middle of the room. A beam of light shone through a window and cast the perfect blade in shimmering brilliance.

"This is the missing piece" Master Sensei concluded, his voice echoing through the empty halls.

"Wha?" Ron said

"Take the sword Ron-san, you will see" The Japanese girl said, giving Ron a slight nudge.

Taking his girlfriend's hint, Ron ascended the stairs which led to the alter. Opening the glass case, Ron watched as the beam slowly moved up the sword, a light flashed as it hit the tip of the blade. Grasping the handle, Ron swung the sword, it's blade cutting through the air with a swift hum.

"I feel different when I hold this" Ron confessed.

"Like a feeling of wholeness?" The elderly teacher asked.

Ron was dumbfounded for a moment "Yes, that's exactly right".

"You see Stoppable-san, no sword like the lotus blade exists, because the lotus blade is not of this world, it was a part of the armor you possess and now that it has been reunited, the blade is now solely yours" Sensei explained.

"In your face monkey-fist" Ron smiled, watching as the blade melted over his hand, before condensing over his ring-finger to form a small ring, the kangi for 'Lotus' etched on the small metal band.

Present---------

"No place like home" Ron smiled as he walked down the familiar streets of Middleton.

Even though Ron was disappointed that Yori had to stay in Japan to fufill her duties, she had promised that she would visit America often.

"I wonder if Kim's in?" Ron thought to himself as he drew closer to her house.

"Hello?" The slender form of Mrs. Possible said as she opened the door, her face puzzled as she looked at the strange man at her door "Can I help you young man?"

Ron could only chuckle, after nearly a year of intense training and a lack of barbers at the peak of a mountain, the teen guess that he must look different.

"Why Mrs. P, I'm hurt" The muscular boy laughed.

The mother of Kim was shocked, and it showed on her face "Ron?" she asked the laughing boy.

"Long time Mrs. P" Ron smiled, before he felt the older woman pull him into a hug.

"Oh Ron" She began, holding him tighter "It's good to see you're okay"

"Yeh, sorry about the lack of calls" Ron apologised, pulling himself apart from the happy woman "Not good reception where I was"

"Who's that honey?" A more masculine voice called from the background.

"Come here dear, guess who's back" The brain surgeon called as she watched her husband approach the entrance to the house.

"Ron?" The rocket scientist asked, looking at the tall, muscular teenager.

"Didn't even need to hear my voice" Ron smiled.

"It's good to have you back Ron" The brown haired man shook his daughter's best friend's hand.

"Hey what's the" An incoming voice began.

"Commotion in here?" The same voice finished.

"Hey guys what's shakin?" Ron asked Kim's twin brothers, now slightly bigger.

"Ron?" The two said in unison, before running and tackling the boy to the ground "It is you"

"Ah, good old times" Ron sighed as he picked himself up, the twins still clutched to his large body "So, that's all the Possibles except for Kim"

Suddenly everyone became silent and couldn't meet Ron's eyes.

"What?" Ron asked, before realisation hit him "Oh crap, she's dead isn't she?"

"No no no" The matron of the Possible house said "She's still alive, you-you'd be better off finding out yourself, she's down at Beuno Nacho right now"

"Mmm, Beuno Nacho, hadn't had that in almost a year" Ron said as a growl deep enough to shake the foundations of the house erupted from the teen's stomach "Hehe, sorry, I'll go and see nacho-I mean Kim right away"

"Just come back here after Ron" Mr. Possible said "There's some business we need to discuss.

"Righto Mr. Dr. P, Kim'll probably want me back anyway"

The two elder Possibles just exchanged worried glances.

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"Ah, Beuno Nacho" Ron was taken back by how much beauty a single fast-food building could encompass "Tis a sight for the most weary of eyes"

"Nacos nacos nacos" Ron continued the mantra as he neared the counter, but a tuft of red diverted his attention from his future meal.

Ron made his way slowly towards the familiar booth, crawling into the one behind it, Ron had planned to startle Kim by grabbing her. Halfway through his surprised attack, Ron froze at the sight. Once hidden under the shadows and Kim's hair, sat a boy Ron would be happy to turn into a pile of ooze again.

"ERIC" Ron let out a roar as he leapt from the seat, clearing the booth he and Kim had shared countless meals at, and landed on the other side.

As he landed in the booth next to the one in which that traitor was sitting, Ron turned on his heel and grabbed Eric's head, exposing the neck. Ron held the lotus ring near the shocked boy's neck, a small blade protruding from the small object, even a prick would be enough to destroy the syntho-drone. Ron was about to commence the death blow, but as he raised his hand in attack, a tray of food slammed into his hand, sending it up and making Ron flinch in pain. Feeling a hand wrap around his wrist and another around his neck, Ron was thrown from his position and was sent flying onto the polished floor below.

"What the hell is wrong with you Ron?" Kim shouted as she stayed in her crouched position on the table, luckily there were no one in the restaurant to get harmed.

"Excuse me?" Ron said in frustration "Evil syntho-boy, eating, with you, hellooo"

"Dan's not a syntho-drone you idiot" Kim felt months of growing anger for the boy release "He's human, now fuck off Ron, you're not welcome in my house or near my family"

"What?" Ron gasped, he didn't know what Kim was doing, but it didn't sound like her.

"You leave us for nearly a year to go fuck some Japanese whore and all you can say is 'what?'" Kim flipped off the table and landed into a offensive stance "You've lost all rights to be near me, so just fuck off back to your whore and leave me alone"

Taking Kim's harsh words, Ron produced a small black ball, and as a cloud of smoke erupted as it hit the ground, the blond teen vanished.

And that's it for this chapter. I wanted it to be longer but I'd figure it would be best to get this up as quick as possible, seeing how I've been away for a while. Even though the idea of making this a K/R fic did play in my mind a bit, I always liked the rarer pairings, my favorite being Ron/Shego then an equal between Ron/Yori and Ron/Bonnie. Till next time gentle veiwers (And don't forget to review) – Wolvie.