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Obsession
Fukushima looked up at the house where Sensei was staying with Hana and Rufus, babysitting in the absence of Ron's parents, who were out of town for a conference of some sort. He swallowed and looked down. The last thing he wanted to do was face the man, but he had little choice at this point. He entered. "Sensei?" he called out.
After a moment Sensei appeared in the door. "Fukushima," he greeted.
"Now you greet me by name. Now you act as though you never turned your back on me," Fukushima sneered.
"I am not proud of my decisions regarding you, young man," Sensei replied. "I let disappointment and guilt rule me. When I began to sense what was happening to you, I retracted myself. It was a mistake, one that I feel pushed you to act as ou did. Not even the wisest can say they have never erred."
"Too little too late, old man," Fukushima bit coldly. "Sensei, I have come to you for help and nothing more. Something has gone wrong! I believe my allies and enemies have fallen under the influence of a device known as the Moodulator. It is... deeply disturbing to witness," he said, and that was only the understatement of the millennia.
"How deeply?" Sensei asked.
"Wrongsick," Fukushima bluntly replied.
Sensei started. "Hmm. This is bad indeed," he said. "Tell me what has happened." Fukushima sighed deeply and told him everything. By the end, even the immovable Sensei looked disturbed.
"I do not know what to do, master," Fukushima said.
"Perhaps they will override the chips on their own, under the right circumstances, but in case they do not, be ready to take drastic action," Sensei said.
"But how do I get close to them, master? I fear they will become hostile towards me if I try to remove the chips. All of them. They are a newer version of the Moodulator, and the remote for them may have been very badly damaged while it was being kicked about."
"You are a ninja of exceeding skill. You will overcome this, of that I have no doubt," Sensei said. Fukushima sighed deeply in frustration and nodded. He wasn't getting anything more from the old man. Sensei watched the boy. After a moment, he asked, "Will you go to them?"
"I will," Fukushima replied.
"Why did you leave?" Sensei wondered.
"Because it became too disturbing," Fukushima flatly replied. "I grew frightened and realized I needed to find help, so I ran, leaving them to themselves. I only hope they have not slaughtered one another in my absence."
"Bring them to neutral ground away from civilians. All of them. There you will have more control," Sensei said.
"Hai, Sensei," Fukushima said, bowing to him.
KP
In the meantime, Amelia was looking for Wade. It wasn't long before she found him playing a video game in the arcade. "Wow Wade, you're good at that," Amelia said.
Wade looked up at her curiously. "Uh, thanks?" he said. He suddenly gasped. Monique was walking by. "Monique!" he cried out in delight, running after her. Amelia blinked in surprise then frowned, following him angrily.
Upon hearing Wade's call, Monique looked back and groaned. "Oh great," she said. Immediately she bolted. Wade hurried after her as quickly as he could go. Monique suddenly slid to a stop, gasping. Ron was in the food court slurping a smoothie. She grinned and hurried over.
Ron, searching for DNAmy, was suddenly startled when he looked back and saw Monique with a second straw, drinking the smoothie with him and looking awestruck.
"Baah!" he exclaimed in alarm, jumping and backing away.
"Hi Ronnie, thought you might like someone to share your smoothie with," Monique sang.
"Hey, get away from my Monique!" Wade jealously ordered Ron.
"Monique? I don't think so, Wade! You're all mine. Monique will have to get through me to have you," Amelia said, catching up in time to overhear this.
"Sister, you can have the geek. I just want Ron," Monique said.
"You can't have him if he's gone," Wade grumbled, pouting.
"What you say boy?" Monique sharply asked. Ron took the opportunity to bolt. He had to find Amy.
KP
On the other side of the mall, Kim's cousin Larry was making his way towards a new table-top game store that had just opened up. All at once he heard a sputter and paused, glancing over. In the shadows in some corner he saw a strange looking device. "Whoa, cool," he said. He went over to it and picked it up, looking it over. "What is this thing?" he wondered, tapping it. It sputtered again, flickering a moment to a green icon that looked like a jealous face before settling back into the pink love face again. He shrugged and slipped the remote into his pocket. He'd check it out once he got home.
KP
Ron made his way through the part of the mall they'd kind of messed up during their big fight. Cleaning crews were trying to make it presentable again and he winced, feeling a bit bad about the mess. Hey, maybe he could do something to help. He sat on a bench and began to meditate until his powers came to light. "Booyah!" he cheered. Quickly he began flying around in front of the shocked eyes of the cleaners and mall patrons - some of which were snapping pictures - and quickly finished cleaning up and using his magic to rebuild some railings and items that had been broken. He wasn't exactly an interior decorator, but hey, mystical powers! He landed and dusted his hands off. "My work here is done, good people. Thank me later!" The expressions of the repairmen were more annoyed than anything, though. Not that Ron noticed. He just kept making his way to the Cuddle Buddy Convention. Surely Amy was there.
He peered inside and spotted the woman. "Ooh, they're so cute," she was saying to one of the employees overseeing said convention.
"Hey Ames! S'up babe?" Ron asked, leaning against the table next to her. She frowned curiously, looking at him in confusion. "So I was wondering, you up to catching a movie?"
Amy started and narrowed her eyes almost murderously. "Go away, Ronnie. I'm not interested in you that way," she said.
"But why not?" Ron whined.
"My heart belongs to another," Amy dreamily said, gazing out the doors at Hirotaka, who was walking by searching for Shego.
Ron blinked blankly. "Hirotaka?! What's he got that I don't?" he demanded.
"A dangerous, mysterious aura. The grace of a dancer, the intelligence and wisdom of a Sensei-to-be, physique for days. To say nothing of how good and kind and lighthearted he is! Ooh, but when he gets serious he becomes so dark and cold and arrogant and broody... It's dreamy," Amy raved.
"I can be all of that!" Ron insisted.
"Can you look like him or mimic that cute accent he has?" Amy bit, frowning at Ron.
"Well, no, but come on!" Ron said. Amy harrumphed and walked away from him. She was beginning to understand how Monkey Fist had felt having an unwanted pursuer now, and for a moment she almost felt guilty. Almost, but not quite.
KP
Hirotaka kept his eyes open for the green seductress. Each moment without her nearby tore him up. All at once Amy slipped out in front of him. Hirotaka gasped, coming to a stop. Ron was sulking behind Amy, shooting the ninja a murderous look. "Excuse me," Hirotaka said, bowing to them before trying to slip by. Amy quickly blocked him, still grinning dreamily. "I would like to pass now," Hirotaka said to her, frowning.
"I don't think so honey bunches. I'm treating you to a cup of cocoa," Amy said.
"I am afraid I cannot accept your invitation, Miss Hall. Perhaps you should bring Stoppable-san," Hirotaka replied. He crouched then nimbly leapt over Amy and Ron's heads. Quickly he began to run and rounded a corner only to slide to a stop, gasping. There was Shego in all her green and black glory! His heart skipped a beat and he slunk silently towards her. She was examining an ATM, probably looking for an opportunity to rob it, but for some reason he just didn't care. "Shego-san!" he called, reaching her side.
Shego shouted in surprise, turning quickly. "What the...? Ninja boy?" she asked. Great. Now she had to ditch him again. Ugh, all she wanted to do was find Killigan! Wait. Maybe she could make the golfer jealous with Hirotaka!
"Forgive me if I have startled you, Shego-san. It was not my intention," he said.
"Yeah, whatever. Come on. You're walking with me through the mall," Shego said.
"Excuse…?" he began. Shego latched onto his arm and dragged him away from the ATM machine feeling rather proud of herself. When Killigan saw her flirting with Hiro, surely the golfer would turn his attentions to her! Her heart thumped loudly. There he was! Trying to hide rom her probably, or find, ugh, Kim. Humph. If Cupcake thought she could steal Duff away, she had another thing coming.
"Oh Hiro, you're so funny!" she exclaimed. Killigan's spun around with a gasp in alarm and horror.
Hirotaka blinked blankly, looking down at Shego in confusion. "Um, I have said nothing," he replied.
"Exactly," Shego growled, lighting her hand and warning him to not nitpick. Hirotaka blinked blankly at her, eyes wide. She liked playing rough, he determined. It was not usually his style, but he could adapt. Shego turned to Killigan, grinning as they reached him, and said, "Oh Duffy, look at me! I'm with Hirotaka."
"Good, stay there lassie!" Killigan replied. He caught onto her little ploy immediately and turned, bolting away from her.
Shego blinked then scowled. "Hey, get back here!" she shouted, immediately going after him and ditching Hirotaka, leaving the young ninja looking hurt and forlorn.
KP
Meanwhile, Drakken was struggling to control his own mind. "This chip needs to come off," he said, trying to feel around for it and currently hiding from Kim in a closet. To be away from Yori, though, was killing him. Oh gods, this thing was a nightmare. He heard footsteps outside and gasped, ducking down. Maybe it was Kim, or maybe it was Yori. He hoped it was Yori. Oh heck no! No, he didn't hope it was Yori! The closet was pulled open and he closed his eyes tightly.
"Drakken?" he heard Monkey Fist say. Drakken gasped and looked up.
"Monkey Fist!" he exclaimed. Monkey Fist looked suddenly back with a gasp, then dodged quickly into the closet, shutting the door firmly behind him. "Find your own closet," Drakken protested.
"I don't think so! I can hardly stand to take my eyes off of Amelia and to say it is concerning is an understatement. And that ninja. Yori is more difficult to elude than DNAmy! I have only a matter of minutes."
"Yori's with you?" Drakken hopefully asked. Nrrgh, no, bad Drakken.
The closet was suddenly yanked open and in barrelled Killigan, saying, "Out o' the way, laddies! Shego es a madwoman!" They blinked blankly at the cowering golfer, decorated in lipstick marks. "Ach, an' Ah canno' get Kim Possible out o' ma head!" the man added.
"Please tell me Kim didn't follow you," Drakken begged.
"Are ye' kiddin' me, laddie? She's busy lookin' far ye'," Killigan answered. "Ach, why will the lassie no' leave me thoughts?"
"The Moodulators, no doubt," Drakken replied. "Nrrgh, I'd theorized they only worked to improve upon emotions already felt by the wearer."
"Clearly your theory was wrong!" Monkey Fist said.
"Nrrgh, I hate complications," Drakken complained. "At least we three have some degree of control, for however long that will last. Vines, search and destroy the Moodulator chips," Drakken ordered. Immediately the vines floated out and went to the backs of Monkey Fist's, Killigan's, and Drakken's necks. They wrapped around the three chips and began pulling.
"Even if it works in solving our 'crush' problems, it won't help the fact we are still being pursued with next to no chance of escaping," Monkey Fist said.
"Kim, Shego, and Yori. We're talkin' an unstoppable trio," Killigan agreed, wincing as the vines pulled harder, slightly putting the golfer off balance.
"Much like us," Drakken remarked, smirking. The two blinked at him then smirked in amusement.
"Aye, he has a point," Killigan said.
"Quite. He's making a lot of those recently," Monkey Fist agreed, grinning.
"We need to find the remote control for these things and hope it isn't too badly damaged," Drakken said, calling off his vines. Clearly they weren't able to get the Moodulator chips off. At least not like this.
"First we need to get away from the ones pursuing us," Monkey Fist said, cautiously pulling open the closet door.
KP
"Lord Monkey Fist!" a voice exclaimed happily. Monkey Fist gasped, let out a monkey shriek, and leapt up into the air, clinging to the top of a shelf.
"Yori!" he exclaimed.
"Yori?" Drakken hopefully said.
"Drew!" another voice exclaimed.
Drakken gasped. "Kim Possible!" he cried.
"Why hello, lassie," Killigan said, grinning and blushing at Kim.
"Duffy!" a third voice said.
"Shego!" Killigan panicked, paling. Apparently she'd dropped Hirotaka like a piece of garbage, just as the golfer had suspected she'd do.
"Long have I searched for you, my lord," Yori said, bowing to Monkey Fist. "The minutes have felt like eternity. My heart can hardly bare it." Monkey Fist could only stare, mouth agape. He didn't believe he'd ever heard such perfectly phrased terms of endearment before in his life. A pity he couldn't appreciate them, given Amelia's visage filling his thoughts.
"Why him? Why not me?" Drakken demanded, shooting a venomous look at Monkey Fist.
Monkey Fist started, then frowned and leapt down. "For your own sake, I would advise you not try and pick a fight with me, Drew," he warned.
"Drakken, do I really mean that little to you?" Kim asked, obviously hurt.
"Nrrgh, now Kim, it's slightly more complicated than that. As in 'if your father ever found out I'd be a dead man' complicated," Drakken replied.
"Lassie, ye' mean the world t' me," Killigan said. "Ah hardly know what Ah'd do wi'out ye'. Let yer father come after me, Ah'm no' about t' let ye go."
"How could you, Duff?!" Shego demanded. "After everything we've been through?! Can't you see that I'm in love with you? I won't let her take you away! Never!"
"An' Ah will no' let Drakken steal Kim away!" Killigan replied.
"Take Kim! Just as long as I still have Yori," Drakken replied.
"You'll never get Yori! I'll make sure of it," Kim shouted.
"I do not wish to fight you, Kim-san. You may have Drakken. I have pledged my heart to Monkey Fist alone," Yori replied, bowing to Kim.
"Oh wonderful," Monkey Fist sarcastically replied, rolling his eyes. He yelped as suddenly he was dragged into a six-way battle, no holds barred.
France
"It is a lovely night in Paris, is it not, my dear?" Senor Senior asked his companion.
"It truly is," Nanny Maim replied, smiling at him.
"How did your son take it when you told him you were coming to meet me?" Senior asked.
"I told him no such thing. Besides, he was called up by Dr. Drakken for some ill-fated scheme or other," Maim replied, brushing it off.
"Excellent. Then I am not the only one keeping my child out of this," Senior said.
"I suppose we really should let them know," Maim said, lifting her hand with a smile and admiring the engagement ring perched on her finger.
"Perhaps, but not tonight. Tonight, Senora, it is only you and me," Senior said, raising his champagne glass. The two grinned, toasted lightly, and sipped.
Middleton
Larry was fiddling around with the device he'd found, obviously a remote of some sort or a game. He switched to the next face, the green one that probably meant jealousy. He watched it for a bit then switched again to anger. He smiled. He had to admit, it was kind of interesting fooling around with it and speculating on what it was for. What was next? He clicked the button again and gasped in surprise, suddenly feeling deeply unsettled. This face was dark and eerie. If he had to take a guess, he'd say it symbolized evil. Except there was no such emotion as evil. Maybe deviousness? Treacherousness? No, those were emotions. Yet somehow that expression encompassed them all. Wait... Hatred. It was hatred. He felt suddenly very ill at ease. Time to take a break from this thing, he decided. He put it into his deck, shut the drawer, and walked away.
KP
Fukushima led the group towards an abandoned fair ground, keeping an eye out for any hint of someone about to snap. Something had come over them, and that something wasn't love, though love was still there somewhere. He'd found the Freak Stooges, Kim, Yori, and Shego, all trying to destroy each other from jealousy at first. It had nearly cost him his life, breaking it up. Jealousy had become anger, mostly towards him. He was only alive right now because Monkey Fist had just barely managed get between him and a plasma blast from an enraged Shego, taking it point blank for him. He had been totally bowled over by it, but not for long because Yori had immediately reacted and leapt on Shego, tearing into her with a furious scream. Kim had thrown herself into the fray as well until Drakken had pulled the three apart with his vines. After that bit of drama was under control, they'd regrouped with the others and managed to reach a somewhat neutral place. He'd coaxed them away from the mall by telling them they were making too much of a fuss and that soon the police would be called. He had said they should go somewhere private and away from people. He believed that somewhere deep inside they knew what was wrong with them.
Kim had suggested this place. An abandoned fair ground. She had mentioned it was the place where she and Ron had fought some villainess names Adrena Lynn. Fukushima had no clue what she was talking about but just went with it. It was safe, it was neutral, and it was far, far away from any potential civilian casualties.
"This will be good for you all," Fukushima said, sensing the growing sparks of jealousy and the blind passions beginning to go around. More importantly, he was aware of their starting to glare murderously at him now. Something was changing within them, and not for the better. He didn't know what they were experiencing right this moment, but he sensed it was bad, and at this point he was like a great big dot in the middle of a circle that wasn't supposed to be there. That didn't bode well for him. Why were the gods punishing him like this, he helplessly wondered? Hadn't he suffered enough for his treachery?
He led Teams Drakken and Possible into the abandoned fairground he'd found out about, isolated and penned in by a dense forest. Hopefully it would guarantee there would be no rampage through Middleton. "Okay, now let us split up. Each of you choose a different place to go. Take a break from each other," Fukushima said. Grumbling, they all obeyed. By what miracle he wasn't sure. Something inside them must be fighting the Moodulator chips in some way, though. Hirotaka stayed by Fukushima's side, glaring reproachfully at him. "What?" Fukushima demanded.
"Why do you stand in my way?" Hirotaka asked.
"This is for all of your own goods and you know it. These feelings you feel are not yours," Fukushima tried to reason as the two walked towards the Spinning Strawberry ride. There they could talk.
"I do not care! I want these feelings to be mine," Hirotaka answered.
"It is a trick, Hirotaka. I mean what even draws you to Shego?" Fukushima asked. If Hirotaka could look beyond the empty, blind emotions the Moodulator was forcing on him, maybe he could overcome it.
"There are few fighters able to rival her. Her beauty is matched by very few. She is witty, she is fast…" Hirotaka began.
"And she despises you as much as you despise her," Fukushima cut off.
"I used to despise her, Fukushima, but not anymore. I cannot help it," Hirotaka said.
"She is in love with Killigan," Fukushima flatly said.
"Then the solution is simple. Killigan cannot leave this carnival alive," Hirotaka said.
Fukushima started, taken aback. That... wasn't expected. Hirotaka, it seemed, was getting worse. More vicious, more cold, more cruel and dare he say it, evil. Oh no. What if this was a side effect of the Moodulator?! "Hirotaka, do you understand that you are speaking of murder?" Fukushima hissed, eyes narrowing.
"I know very well. It is the way of the Shinobi," he replied. "I will have Shego one way or another."
"And what of DNAmy?" Fukushima asked.
"What of her?" Hirotaka asked. "If she continues to pursue me, she will join Killigan."
"It is the Moodulator that has brought on this possessive obsession?" Fukushima asked.
"I have heard speculation the Moodulator can only enhance what is already felt," Hirotaka darkly replied.
"That was never proven to be so," Fukushima replied. "It would not even make sense in this case."
"Brother, I have nothing to lose, so why should I fear?" Hirotaka asked. "My course is set, and before I die, I will have Shego." Fukushima gaped at his friend in horror and fear. What if… What if the others were becoming like this too? He had to investigate. If this was the case across the board, it seemed he would be preventing many attempted murders tonight. He hoped desperately that Rufus and Sensei found the remove sooner than later.
KP
"Keep searching, Rufus-San. Fukushima will have his hands full enough keeping his companions and enemies at bay. The sooner we find the remote control, the better it will go for everyone," Sensei said, carrying Hana in a sling around his front. Rufus raced alongside him, sniffing for the device in question. "We may well be their last hope."
"Uh huh, uh huh," Rufus replied, nodding in understanding. Needless to say, people were looking at the odd trio in wonder, snapping pictures and muttering amongst themselves.
KP
Fukushima, searching for the others, soon spotted Monique on the Ferris Wheel looking glum but also bitter. It had stopped at the top and she seemed lost in her thoughts. He began to leap up the Ferris Wheel's spokes until finally he reached her cart. She gasped and looked at him in shock. "Whoa, nice moves, ninja boy," she said, audibly impressed.
"Arigato," he replied, smiling and bowing to her. "Do you mind if I join you?"
"If Ron comes up here, you're gettin' tossed out," she replied. He couldn't tell whether that was her speaking or the Moodulator, but it wasn't a refusal so he slipped into the seat next to her.
"Wade seems very much in love with you," Fukushima said.
"Wade can forget it. If he even tries interfering in my relationship with Ron, he's goin' down," Monique replied.
"Down?" Fukushima asked.
"Dead," she bluntly said.
Fukushima grimaced. That was definitely the Moodulator. He frowned at her. "You know that the Outsider is in love with DNAmy, correct?"
"Ron is mine, you just remember that. At any cost," Monique replied.
"He will kill you if you stand between him and Amy," Fukushima said.
"No he won't!" Monique quickly defended, but there was a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
"Yes he will. Listen to me, Monique. These words you speak are not your own. These feelings you feel are lied. You do not love Ron," Fukushima said, trying for reason again.
"Oh yes I do!" she replied.
"It is just the Moodulator talking!" Fukushima insisted.
"Shima, I think you should leave before I get dangerous," she replied, crossing her arms and glowering at him. "You ain't gonna survive a fall from here."
"Monique, listen to yourself. You have threatened, now, to murder two of your friends and one of your foes," Fukushima protested.
"You ain't my friend, traitor," Monique shot.
"Then what am I?" he demanded.
"You're…" she began, but suddenly trailed off. What was he? Yeah… What was he? Shaking her head, she snapped out of it. "Oh I am not talkin' about this with you," she said, changing the subject quickly.
"You would steal away the one your best friend loves," Fukushima said.
"Kim's in love with Drakken now! Not my problem!" Monique replied.
"What is your problem then, Tigress? When not even the lives of those you love matter anymore to you?" he asked. Swinging out of the cart, he began to climb his way back down. Monique blinked after him in shock, then grimaced and began to shift uncomfortably, suddenly realizing how much she felt like she wasn't in control anymore.
KP
Fukushima tracked Monkey Fist down. Perhaps he could remove the Moodulator from him? Fukushima spotted the nobleman perched on top of the Monkey House, predictably enough. He was just sitting there, leaning against the sign. Fukushima leapt up next to him. Monkey Fist started, looking over quickly in dread thinking it might be Yori, but on realizing it was Fukushima, he relaxed. "Oh, it's you. What do you want?" he asked.
"You have been trying to fight the effects of the Moodulator. I wonder if perhaps that means I can get it off of you more easily than I could get it off the others," Fukushima said.
"Drakken's already tried with his vines. It didn't work. You won't make a difference," Monkey Fist replied. He looked out over the park again. "Slowly but surely we're losing control. It will only be a matter of hours, perhaps even moments, before we lose any semblance of control we may have held onto. I believe Killigan has lost himself to the Moodulator already... Possibly even Drakken. I certainly know I won't last fighting it much longer," Monkey Fist replied. Nonetheless he let Fukushima look at the back of his neck. Fukushima spotted the small black dot somewhat quickly and took hold of it, pulling. It was stuck firm, though. He tried again. "Give it up," Monkey Fist said, brushing the boy's hand away.
Fukushima frowned at him. "They are making all of you more violent and dangerous. Both Hirotaka and Monique have expressed to me their plans to murder any who stand in their way of getting the ones they love. Are you too like them?"
"I feel the Moodulator trying to make me like them, but I have no intention of killing off Possible's little friend Wade. Or Yori either, for that matter," Monkey Fist replied.
"You can meditate it away for now, but what about when you are being pursued once more and have no more time to meditate?" Fukushima asked.
"I think I can manage for what little time I have," Monkey Fist replied. He paused and thought a moment, then turned to him again. "But… for your own sake, try not to cross anymore lover's spats tonight. I've risked my life quite enough for you today, what with saving you from Shego at the mall."
"What memory are you clinging to that is helping you combat the Moodulator's effects?" Fukushima asked.
"I suppose you expect me to say your mother, don't you? Tell you I've filled my thoughts with memories of Setsuka? I hate to disappoint, but unfortunately, that isn't the case. At least, not entirely. There are flashes of your mother, but more so of you and the chip and the nightmare we're currently locked in."
Fukushima started then smirked in some measure of amusement. "Are you concerned for me?" he asked, sounding vastly amused.
Monkey Fist frowned at him, eyes narrowed. "Don't push it," he bluntly warned. "Now off with you. Don't bother trying to verify whether the others are displaying murderous tendencies and jealous, obsessive behaviours. I can almost guarantee you they are. They will be sinking deeper and deeper into that abyss soon enough. Your concern needs to be keeping people alive and figuring out a solution to getting these blasted chips off our necks."
"I am alone in that task," Fukushima dismally replied, bowing his head.
"You don't need anyone else. You never did," Monkey Fist replied.
"Encouragement?" Fukushima asked, glancing at him.
"Take it however you want," Monkey Fist replied.
Fukushima watched him a moment then bowed his head again. "You are wrong. About me never needing anyone else. I wanted desperately to have someone," he said, expression sad.
"Don't we all," Monkey Fist replied somewhat bitterly. Fukushima winced. Doubtless Lord Fiske was thinking of his dead father and absent mother. "Keep an eye out for attempted murders. It appears Wade is working on a very unpleasant device to use on Stoppable."
"Perfect," Fukushima complained. He leapt down from the roof of the Monkey House.
"Fukushima!" Monkey Fist suddenly called. The young ninja paused and looked curiously back. "Watch your back. The last thing I need to deal with right now is another Setsuka incident," he warned.
Fukushima looked down then back up at him. "May I ask one more question?" he said.
"Oh, very well. What is it?" Monkey Fist asked.
"When we battled against the giant Bebe, she had Monique and me at her mercy. With one blow you would have been rid of two of your enemies, yet you saved us. Was that because of…?" he began.
Monkey Fist cut him off. "Everything I have done for you, ninja, is because of the vow I gave your mother." Fukushima looked down sadly and turned to leave, feeling a little hurt by that. "But this conversation we've had, these words I've spoken to you with honesty, were not given for your mother's sake." Fukushima started and turned, eyes wide. Monkey Fist harrumphed and looked away from him out over the park once more. Fukushima couldn't help but grin a bit. Quickly he hurried off to intervene before Wade had a chance to murder Ron, or Amelia.