Disclaimer: I don't own the property known as Kim Possible. Disney does. I craft these works of fiction to show appreciation of the show and the point out the fact that they are wonderful arch-types for a multitude of other stories in other genres.
The rest of chemistry passed without anything major happening. Ron did finally catch on when Yori compared the formulas and reactions to baking. The teacher gave a light homework assignment to the relief of the entire class.
In the hall Ron turned to Tara, "Guess I will see you at lunch. I still owe you that coke. Have fun in geometry."
"Yes, you will see me at lunch. And thank you again for buying me a coke," this launched a smug smile at Yori. As for fun in geometry, for you I will try." She waved and turned into the flow of students changing classes.
"Our class is this way, Yori. By the way, what were the nails for in class? Not that I minded, but it made it hard to concentrate. Especially with Tara on the other side sliding up close to me and blowing in my ear…" Ron's eyes enlarged as realization dawned on him. "You two were both hitting on me!"
"No, Ron-san, I did not strike you at all."
"No not like in fighting, like in flirting."
"Oh, then yes I was," she said matter of factly as she walked a little faster with her hips swaying.
"But, wha? Yori, wait up. Why were both of you flirting with me?"
"Ron-san, I can not speak for the other, but for me you are indeed very suitable for a mate. You are strong and talented. You have much honor and the honor that would come to my family would appease both my father and my ancestors. Truthfully if you had stayed at the school the display in the last class would not have been necessary, for I would have already endeavored to prove myself worthy of your attentions.
As of now, it does appear that I have a rival so I will endeavor for you to see that there is but one that can be all that you want. I tell you this so that you will know, please do not think of me as to forward. I just do not wish for you to be confused by my actions. I believe that we are now at the class."
Ron looked up and they were at the classroom for Home Economics, also known to most students as Chez Ron's. Ron watched Yori walk into the room and remembered what she looked like in the outfits at Yamaguchi, and what he had fantasized her looking like out of them. Shaking his head he entered the room.
Ron sighed as he took his seat on the cooking side of the room. Yori, who was standing talking to a throng of girls inquiring about Japanese fashion, excused herself to move to his position.
"You will be with them over there. I have special dispensation to just cook in the class. I can't sew worth anything."
"So there is something that you can't do, Ron-san. I shall sew for both of us then. Perhaps matching outfits, yes, that would be nice."
Yori walked back over to the girls who all giggled as she returned. Ms. Head entered the room looked over the gathered clutch of girls and then over to Ron. Her face beamed at him. "So what is our master chef going to prepare for us today?"
"Well, I was thinking of a flourless chocolate torte."
"Wonderful, simply wonderful, how did you come up with the idea?"
"I noticed we were out of flour yesterday. I jotted down a shopping list of what we are out or low on."
"See class, this is how to run a kitchen, whether at home or professionally. Always keep an eye on your supplies. So now let's get out of Ron's way and get started sewing. Ms. Oshinko please try to keep up."
"Yes, sensei."
In the course of the next forty minutes Ms. Head apologized profusely to Yori as she produced not only a gi for herself but a matching one, though sleeveless for Ron. She also helped the other students with their techniques. Ron on the other hand was removing his torte from the oven and when it had cooled he topped each slice with a small dollop of whipped cream and a sprinkling of cocoa.
"Ladies, dessert is served," he said presenting the plates to the rest of the class.
They oh'd and ah'd like normal, but the larger oh's came from when Yori presented Ron his new gi. She held up her new one as he did his for a picture to place on the projects board. The bell rang signaling the end of class and the students dropped their now empty plates into the trashcan on the way out.
"Yori, where did you learn how to sew like that?"
"My mother was a seamstress. I was sewing at a very young age. At school I helped teach the sewing to the female students."
"I didn't realize that sewing was important at the school."
"A female nin is required in many positions. To help that along you learn a multitude of skills, of which sewing is but one. There is always something to learn."
"I guess so. Well next is the best period of the day… lunch time."
"Ah, Hirotaka told me about this. The lunch ladies do not test you in martial skill but in your ability to find and digest poison."
Ron considered this and began to wonder at the truth of the matter. The meatloaf in particular forged its way into his mind. "Something like that yes. Though a few of us, through time, have discovered what is safe."
"It is good then that I am with you Ron-san. We will be meeting others at lunch?"
"Yeah, probably, Monique will be there and well Tara is going to sit with us today."
The name of the blond cheerleader sent a wave of flame through the normal passive visage of Yori. The two headed into the cafeteria watched by a pair of unseen eyes.
Ron.