Hello there and thanks to you who continue to follow along on this meandering tale of ours, however sporadic we can post it. Life and work do not help keep up with a rhythm of tale posting, but we try. Not to mention working on the tale for presentation…
But we digress..And before this continues we'd like to thanks the following for their chiming in as they did: Drakonis Aurous (earlier chapter and the later one..), tristanw808, Sword of The Azure Rain, Sentinel103, Beckman (Glad you don't have a clone, there's way too many on this site, at least..), levi2000a1, Uberscribbler, pbow and Baka Black Dragon, thank you one and all, and also to the silent reader…
In the last chapter, the Diplomats got involved in the 'reacquisition' of US property that just somehow ended up in the hands of the Japanese Government. (Hey, we did say earlier that Yamanouchi had an 'in' with them, and that's our story on that one.) And once the realization of Good Fortune was overcome, the follow-through lead to a trip across the ocean by a hastily assembled team of representatives of the owner, a motley crew of familiar faces if there ever was one. Meanwhile in another part of Japan, Ron took care of getting his wannabe-girlfriend outfitted for their ski trip to the mountains, but not before begging permission to skip an easier Karate class, only to make it up with the more advanced one, and all grief that comes from being the practice target as a result.
Not much action there, nor here for the moment, but just another day in the life for our two main characters. And speaking of characters, those in here from the Kim Possible Program are the property of Disney and their inclusion in this tale is not for profit…The others are our creation, or their own individuals. So keep the suits away, no copyrights were infringed upon or damaged.
Storm Chaser
Chapter 18
A business jet, high over the Pacific Ocean:
Speaking softly and comparing notes at their corner of the small conference table, James and Kim had much to discuss from the information given to them during the in-flight meeting that broke up an hour earlier. Forming the third side of their impromptu skull session, Wade Load sat silently by listening to them.
Talking quietly to her Dad, "Can someone explain to me just how an airplane like this one just happened to be dropped off with the Japanese Government?", Kim asked incredulously. "I mean it's supposed to be pretty big, right?", she looked to both of the men sitting with her. At their reluctant nods/shrugs, "So there's just no way something that big could have just materialized out of thin air at an air force base.", she tried to not roll her eyes.
Hesitant from all the years he'd been involved in business and politics with agencies and governments, "I agree Kimmie-cub, but we'd better not press that point of the issue too much to the Japanese, they might not let us have it back."
"I know Dad, but the fact that it just appeared at a secure Japanese military base is a little farfetched to me right now.", Kim asked, suspecting ulterior motives surrounding this surprising recovery of secret US technical property.
"As I said before Kimmie, we'd best leave this to those people and agencies who specialize in divining answers to questions like those.", James said to let her know that avenue was closed for further discussion. Then with a knowing grin, "So how about you ask questions that Wade and I are more able to answer."
Frowning in familiar frustration borne of years of give-and-take with her Dad, "Ok, ok, you win, for now.", she grinned back. "Alright how fast can that thing go?"
"Good start honey. It's not quite as fast as the Kepler and it's a whole lot cheaper to fly.", he replied, happy to be out of territory he was less 'cleared' for and back to where he was most familiar and authorized to speak about, well to those cleared that is.
Confused, "But the Kepler engine is what propels the space plane….", she trailed off as things began to fit into place about this craft.
"Now you have it honey,", James nodded, "this thing can really go. And I'm sure from your involvement with that Motor Ed theft you remember its potential top speed.", he said as Kim cringed at the memory.
Continuing, "Whereas we only have two Keplers, we could have thirty of the XP-76s for what it costs to fly four of the space planes.", James informed his small audience.
Raising his hand, "Doctor Possible, since we've been in the air and briefed, I've tied into the GJ computer network…uh the classified one, I'm confused by something." Wade interrupted.
At James' raised eyebrow, "There isn't, to my knowledge, an aircraft by that designation currently in the United States' programs. So what is this thing?", the young genius asked.
With a knowing grin, "Wade it's a full-sized hypersonic plane…well that's a misnomer, it is much smaller than I give it credit for.", James said, rubbing his chin. "It has the capabilities of transport…live or not. It can be configured for reconnaissance or attack. It is a very capable aircraft, with one hundred of these we could stop a full out war in under an hour…", he said to their amazement at the prospect.
His eyes lighting up, "The best thing however, is that with this aircraft we don't have to risk pilots. For the remote option it would fly a pre-programmed path or we can have its onboard computer pick its own route to target to make it more evasive. ", Dr. Possible informed the teen.
After taking this in, "Uh I just thought of something...you know this thing…", Wade started after a thought came to him.
"Airplane.", Doctor Possible clarified.
Nodding, "Yes Sir, ah airplane, just disappeared, and then a few weeks later reappeared?", he paused. "Isn't that a little convenient?", the wheels turning in his head. "Could it be," Kim's flinch at the phrase was missed by both men, "that maybe someone stole it and then copied all the information?...We could be looking at a case of international espionage.", Wade proposed.
Sitting back to think for a moment, James Possible admitted, "I would say that is a definite possibility, one that the folks who play in that yard will have to consider.", he said, keeping to what he knew and could work with. "But if we get it back the people who it belongs to should work harder at guarding it."
After years of literally playing in that yard, with Team Possible, and now with GJ, "But if it's as big as you say it is then someone either trucked it in or flew it in. Either under its own power, or, it was airlifted into the base it's at right now.", Wade stated his suppositions. "So, if it is full sized…Don't you think we need to ask questions about not just the disappearance, but the reappearance too? They might be connected."
After a few moments thinking further, "True Wade, but as I say 'never look a gift horse in the mouth'; and I'm just happy to have it back. I say lets let the 'Wilderness of Mirrors Crowd' figure that one out.", James responded as he thought about what the teen genius told him.
Shaking his head, "I'm not looking at that gift horse, Sir, but we have to be aware that there is something else going on here, beyond the obvious that is. And we don't want to get caught with our pants down.", Wade warned.
Chuckling, "It worked well enough to Ronald over the years….", James smiled at the memory.
Kim's protective streak came out, "Dadddd! Don't start.", her eyes narrowed before she huffed, "I could have gotten pregnant back then for all the times he did drop trou…", and crossed her arms. "That's something that has been in the back of my mind since that summer.", she groused.
Snickering, "Sir, Ron Stoppable was an unusual guy…and the girl that loves him is sitting right next to you.", Wade pointed to his intermittent partner.
With a wistful smile, James looked over at his daughter, "Kimberly when you find Ronald and he is free and willing, you have my permission, with all that entails."
Smiling gratefully, "Thanks Daddy, I knew I could count on you to back me up when we got serious."
A look of mock fear ending the smile, "If I didn't your Mother would have my hide.", he snorted. Shaking his head in wistful bemusement, "Anyway I haven't had a meal like his in years…", he held a hand up, "And don't tell Annie that. It's just that Ronald's meals were a little better.", James explained.
Her arms crossed tighter, "I won't Daddy, but you know what I am planning for him don't you?", Kim furrowed her eyes, one eyebrow lowered.
James shuddered, "Yes your Mother told me, I just don't want to hear the details about my Kimmie-cub's adventures between the sheets even if it is with a young man that I approved of."
Smiling brightly, "Thanks Daddy it makes it a lot easier than you know if you are behind me on this, but I am going to find my blond haired boyfriend and take him back."
Wade had heard this rant before, "Kim it's been three and a half years,", he rolled his eyes, "he might have found someone by now." Quickly backpedaling, "I…I'm not saying he did, but you never know.", in self-preservation.
Sighing, "I know, I know but there's always hope.", Kim said as she sat back in her seat, fearing just that scenario may have come to pass.
XXX
Sapporo, Japan:
Ron/Dean rang the bell again, 'Mannn this was her idea not mine. We have to get going if we're going to get our money's worth.'
Finally hearing the buzzer, Ron entered the apartment's security foyer and climbed the stairs up to the Co-ed's apartment. Knocking on her door, a little frustrated, (Sekari-san are you up yet?), he called through the door.
(One moment Dean-kun, I am having trouble with something.), muffled through the door.
Leaning up against the doorjamb, (Let me in and I will try to help you…), he called to her in an expectant tone.
Her frustration seeping through the door, (OK, but I wasn't sure how this all worked.), the Japanese teen muttered, as she opened the door, her face red from the exertions in futility she experienced.
When Ron looked on the scene within he almost laughed when his gaze to her preparations led him to a good view of her after she closed the door, (Remove your pants, Sekari-san.), he tried not to snicker. (And turn them around…Then put them back on…you have them on backwards.)
Striking a haughty pose, her hands on her hips, (Oh, so now you're an expert on women's fashions?), Ukuma snarked, rolling her eyes and began to strip out of her snow pants. Her efforts were made a little more comical as she awkwardly attempted to striptease for the American.
Smirking, (I have dated enough women to have an idea of what goes where Sekari-san and how to get them into their clothes and out of them too.), Ron snorted before he chastised himself and turned around when she lowered her pants to her knees. A thought came to him while waiting that he hoped she was wearing the hi-tech underwear he had purchased for her.
Frowning in annoyance when he spun around, Ukuma was nearing her wit's end as to when Dean would take a hint and make a romantic move on her. Rolling her eyes again she decided to nudge him along, (Do you want to help me with this?), she asked quite expectantly.
Remaining with his back to her, (No Sekari-san, you are a big girl and the salesclerk showed you how to put everything on. So hurry up, we need to leave now if we are going to catch the early train.)
Frustrated at his continued pigheadedness for not getting with the program with her, she fought the urge to hit Dean with a ski pole while his back was turned to her, (Oh all right, give me a minute.), as she fussed with her clothing and gear.
X
Thirty minutes later, with backpacks on their backs and skis and poles in their hands, the two students entered the train to travel to their daylong ski event. Shortly after staking out a railcar box of their own Ron pointed out that Ukuma should pack her snow pants in her pack so as to not overheat during the hour long trip to their destination. Grumbling she went off to a restroom and did as he suggested, but not before glaring at him for again turning down another request of hers for him to help remove her pants in close quarters.
Just as Ron/Dean said, they arrived at the resort within the hour and, as he suggested, there were no real lines to contend with for the lifts. After a quick breakfast trip into the diner, they acquired their passes before contemplating which slopes they should tackle.
Dean's suggestion that they try an easy slope first was met with some resistance on Ukuma's part. (What is the matter? Don't you think I can ski?), she glared at him.
Gently shaking his head, (That's not at all what I mean, Sekari-san, but I think you and I need to start at a level where each of us can get our legs for what we're going to do today.), he smiled. (I don't know about you, but it's been a year since I've been on skis and I'd like to get reacquainted with the sport before I attempt a more difficult slope.), Dean suggested as he snapped his boots tighter, then walked to the T-Bar for the Beginner's Hill.
After hearing her mutter something intelligible, Ron suggested, (Ok, if you want to take on the more challenging slopes instead, I'll just start here to make sure I get used to my equipment.)
Backing down, (No, you're right, I suppose I should test out my new skis as well.), she sighed. Pointing on ahead of him, (Lead on Dean-kun, we should stay together. I don't want you to get hurt with no one to watch over you.)
Smirking indulgently, (Ah Sekari-san, thank you for caring about me so.), he teased. (It shouldn't take me long to make sure everything still works the way it's supposed to.), he said in amusement.
What he hoped was that she would start slowly at the simpler slopes with him to help her gain experience and confidence before moving on to the more challenging runs. Familiar with the bluster of overconfidence, Ron hoped she would opt for his way of introduction to skiing here that would give each insight to their limits, instead of her way which would undoubtedly lead to her getting over her head and careen down the mountain out of control and possibly get someone hurt.
After she tried one more time to get him to the harder slopes and gave him a pout he withstood, a bit painfully inside, she relented and slowly followed him to their first run.
After the second run of three they took on that slope, Ron noticed she kept popping out of her bindings and falling, so he adjusted them for her. Satisfied, he then removed his pack and removed his snow pants and suggested to her, (We will be going higher now where it will be colder Ukuma-san, so you may want to put on your outer layer.)
Trembling from the cold, and maybe where he said they were about to go, yet still resisting the notion that he was right, (I suppose. I am a little cold.), she shrugged.
Not buying her act for a moment, Ron asked her sincerely, (Are you ready for this? You're not sick or anything are you?)
Taking this as a challenge, Ukuma stared at Ron, (I am fine, let's go. I'm tired of waiting around for you.), and then also put her outerwear on over her clothing.
The blond smiled at her and pulled his goggles down over his eyes, (Ah there is the chairlift we want) Turning to her, (As you said let's go.)
After a safety briefing by the Lift Operator, Ron guided the girl, he now surmised was a novice at skiing, to the appropriate lift, foremost in his mind to not let her do anything too difficult on the slopes until he was assured she could handle it. To that end he figured he'd have to watch her very closely for most of the day.
XXX
Aboard an executive jet over the Pacific Ocean:
Looking to the various groups clustered around the table, "Everyone…we're about five hours out and have no idea just how long we're going to be at it once we land, so I think it's in our best interests that everyone get some sleep.", General Cleaver suggested.
Seconding the notion, "That's a very good idea people. We've left in the middle of our day and the time difference and the jet lag will work against us if we don't get some shuteye.", James said as blankets and pillows were produced to the passengers.
Turning to her, "Kimmie-cu..", he stopped, "I'm sorry honey, but that's an old habit that I find hard to break.", James said when Kim reddened. When she grinned warmly, "So if you'll forgive your Dad's wistful indulgence with his only daughter, I'd appreciate it."
"Sure Daddy.", she said before hugging him. Then in a whisper only for the two of them, "But if you keep doing that in public, I'll get Mom to tell me some of her pet names for you for when you forget.", she smirked.
Coughing nervously, "O..ok…Kim.", he paled. "But would you and Wade care for a pillow and blanket?", James swerved back to the topic this deviated from.
Smirking, Kim replied, "Thanks Daddy, but I'll get them for us…", she suddenly blushed, "I mean, for Wade and me."
While reaching for the blankets and pillows, a thought occurred, "Wade? Remember you said when you lost track of Ron after he left Middleton Airport while he was enroute to some place in North Dakota via Houston…and his bags ended up in Houston but he didn't?"
Shrugging, "Yeah Kim it was weird how he disappeared into thin air…", Wade trailed off as he thought back to that event.
Handing him his pillow and blanket, "I've been thinking about that…..what if he didn't get on the plane to Houston?", Kim asked.
Shaking his head, "But I have the video of him in the Airport…"
Fixing him with a look, "Wade what if Ronnie got on a plane to somewhere else?", Kim theorized.
His hands up in a 'you got me' pose, "Where else would he go?…I mean there's no reason for him to go to North Dakota to begin with…But regardless of that, where else would he have gone?"
Frowning, "I don't know Wade, I really don't know. I mean I don't know if you can narrow it down from all the places we've been all those years as Team Possible…we went through three passports traveling though so many countries, some of them multiple times…", Kim frumped as she thought back over all the countries she and Ron visited in their missions.
"Come to think of it there are more countries that we have been to, than not.', Kim lamented at the prospect of scouring the globe to find the wayward blond.
James asked, "Was there anyplace that was more special to him than any of the others honey?"
Wracking her brain, "Yeah there was..this one place…and I think there was a real reason that I should remember…", Kim said, the wheels turned to uncover a deep memory she felt she should know. "A very pretty female reason, if I remember right.", Kim said as she began to growl as she began to put more pieces together of the reason.
Sitting quietly, James and Wade looked at each other as they could make out a low growl emanating from the red head in their midst that seemed to get louder with each passing second. Knowing better than to interrupt, they listened to her ruminations.
"What was her name again?..Jamie..no, that's not ?..hmmmm, no…no..Yori! That's it, Yori!", Kim's brief aha moment shifted very quickly to a distant glare, for the moment directed to the seven islands of Japan.
"That little tramp took Ronnie away from me!...Damn!", her eyes narrowed dangerously as she thought back to the figure, the lovely face…and the way she treated Ron when nearly all the girls, even her at the time, in Middleton treated him so horribly…and that Yori kissed him like she did…She kissed him, Yori kissed her Ron!
Knowing full well the dangers of interrupting a red head while she was on a tear, James gently intervened before all were faced with distinct possibility of his daughter commandeering the aircraft to scour the whole of the Japanese isles for her long lost love. And head off the likelihood of her going kamikaze into wherever this Yori happened to be, whether or not Ron was with her. The only other fear he held was that he would find out that this Yori-person was show folk, something he really couldn't abide by.
"Kimmie, we are not going to be able to search the whole of Japan for Ronald and this Yori girl. It would take years.", James Possible said as he tried to calm her down. Well aware that her temper could be very distracting…and at times destructive, he diverted her from acting on her current emotional and mental state regarding Ron and where he might be. It could be pretty bad for them all, especially on a private jet over the Pacific Ocean, too.
Sighing in release of all her pent-up emotions on the subject, "Yeah, I know Daddy…You're right.", Kim relented as visions of his daughter in the cockpit yelling Banzai before crashing into some unknown-to-him Japanese girl faded from James' mind, "But maybe this summer I might see if I can get Doctor Director to send me over for a week or so as part of my training..Maybe I'll be able to go to that place and see if Ron's there and convince him to come home with me.", she said and turned to Wade.
Wade thought for a moment, "Where is that school Kim?"
"Umm, up in the mountains Wade."
Looking knowingly to her, "You do know that the whole center of Japan is covered in mountains."
Sheepish, "Yeah…"
Smiling, "Ok how about when we get back you describe where you think Ron might be and I'll see if I can get some satellites and narrow it down.", Wade offered. "Now what was the name of the place?"
Frustrated again, "Grrrrr I don't remember Wade, it's been five years.", Kim wracked her brain.
"It's alright Kim, it's slipped my mind too…", he shrugged. "I have to look the stuff up on the old logs every now and then, but I think we can find it.", Wade assured her.
"Good when I find him, the first thing I'm gonna do is crawl to him and beg his forgiveness and see if he'll take me back.", she said, torn between finding him and what she might find in the end, but determination in her eyes at locating him, regardless of the pieces falling where they may.
"Kimmie?", James looked at his daughter who now had the fire in her eyes that he was used to.
"Yeah Dad?"
"Ah, uh good luck, I feel I need to apologize to Ronald as well.", he said sadly.
Hands on her hips, an even bigger fire in her eyes, "You're not going to 'black hole' him are you? He's a little old for that you know."
Waving a hand, "No honey nothing like that, it's just we made a mistake and we miss him, your Mother and I.", James said sadly. "I only used that for boys who I thought were taking advantage of you." Then smirking, "But from what you've told us of your previous activities, it seems that you were taking advantage of each other."
Kim blushed, but not as deeply as she would have years before, "Daddy we were not really taking advantage of each other. We were cohabitating in the tree house. I'd like to give you the details but we have a minor sitting by us and I just don't know how you and he will handle a description of the situation."
Wade had a small smile on his face now that he had been included in this 'family secret'. He knew that back when Kim and Ron were in high school the media types would have loved to get the inside scoop on this 'Scandal'.
Getting the feeling it was becoming very warm in the airplane, "Um maybe it would be best for you to talk to your Mother about this Kimmie.", James said bringing to a halt something he felt better suited as "girl's talk."
Nodding, "Ok Dad, I'll tell Ronnie that you want to talk to him when I find him, but I have first crack. You can talk to him after about two weeks."
"Two weeks?"
"Well we are going to occupy the same bed horizontally for that period of time except for needed refueling and nature breaks Daddy."
Nodding back in some 'understanding', "Yes honey, I understand." Then getting back to the business of the moment, "Listen we really should get some rest, we have a lot of work to do and when we get back home you'll have to pack to go back to England for your spring semester."
"You're right Daddy we should. But right now I don't think that I can, even though I know that I have to.", Kim yawned as she stretched her arms and pulled the blanket over her.
XXX
On the mountainside:
Skiing up to a formerly pristine heavy snow bank, it's only 'blemish' that of its current inhabitant, a girl, facedown in its fluffiness, (Ukuma-san you have to be a little more careful, recreational skiing is not a race…It's about having fun and getting some exercise.), Ron chided as she sat up and wiped the snow from her goggles. (Extend your pole to me, I'll help you up and get your skis back on you.)
After spitting out snow, (It's just that I'm bored with all this easy skiing Dean-kun, I want some adventure.), she cried.
Admonishing her for her foolhardiness, (If the bindings were much tighter you might have broken a leg.), Ron pointed out to her with a ski pole. (You have to relax.)
Extending the pole to her to grasp, (Come on get up and follow me down and we'll try and stay away from the other skiers. I think they're distracting you a little bit. Just try to relax and have fun, do not worry about how fast you go.), he advised as she rose from the snow and brushed as much as she could from her front, turning to him so he could 'dust' some from her backside.
Smirking to her as she coyly looked over her shoulder at him, (Some of the hardest skiing is very slow when we get into powder.), he used a scarf, to her disbelief and disappointment, to brush the snow off her back and lower extremities, (Sometimes it's the hardest and the most fun. Now if you have trouble just use your snowplow or turn up the hill, the more you turn the slower you will go.)
Sighing in exasperation at his obliviousness, or continued pigheadedness, (Alright lead the way.) It was then her stomach growled, (But do you think we can get something to eat when we get down? I'm hungry again.)
His stomach growling in reply, (Sure after this run we'll get some lunch and relax a little.), Ron replied, his hopes of getting in some of the amount or difficulty of skiing he originally planned on for today. 'Oh well it was just for fun, now if I can find some cute guy for her to crash into….'
X
After 'herding' Ukuma down the slope slower than she would have liked on their way down to the resort, his ears still ringing from her objections to his keeping her from wiping other skiers out or face planting herself on a tree, they racked their skis for that purpose and went inside to order lunch.
Still a little animated at his 'over protectiveness' towards her and her desire to have as much fun as possible, to the detriment of all within a one hundred meters of her on the slopes, Ron/Dean listened all the way into the restaurant, through the line and back out to a table near their skis, where they plopped down and prepared to eat their chosen lunches.
After tuning her out some time back, Ron smiled indulgently to her and nodded, as he planned how best to 'adjust' the girl's thinking before she hurt herself or someone else.
When she finally paused to take a breath and dig into her lunch, (Ukuma I have been observing you so far and I have to say that you try too hard.), she looked up to him from her tray in surprise. (Now I have skied for many years…) Her look of one about to be chastised by an adult, (And let's face it you are not that good, but you work at it harder than Olympic athletes do), her face fell, and then took on a look of shy joy. (I think you have to learn to laugh and have fun. It's the same way in class. You try too hard.)
Frustrated, (But that is how my Mother and Father have taught me…), her demeanor one he could tell she had heard of and dealt with something like this before.
(And they are both type 'A' people are they not?)
(Yes but…)
(And so are you little one.), he pointed to her with a small grin. (Now when was the last time you really did something you loved only for your own enjoyment?)
(But it is how I am.)
(I know and you are cute when you try so hard,), her smile hopeful, (but it is not cute when you run over other skiers like those two guys back there.), then fell at the swerve in topic, (The language they used to describe your family was not that entertaining.)
Indignant, (They got in my way...)
(Skiing is not a contact sport between skiers Ukuma-san.), he smirked. (At least not yet.), both giggled. (Now eat up Ukuma-san, you tend to burn up a lot of energy trying to run over everyone in your path.), Ron teased her before turning to his tray.
Taking the opening to broach the subject, (Dean-kun, why do you not call me something more romantic?)
Looking to her in dread and relief that this had finally come up between them, Ron cleared his throat, (Well it's because we are not romantically involved my little friend.) Her face fell. (But as much as I would enjoy becoming one with you,), she looked up hopefully, (it would be a lie between the two of us.) He paused when he saw a tear trickle from an eye.
Feeling like crap, he continued, (I treasure you as a friend Ukuma-san, but I cannot become a lover to you…my heart has been chilled towards any kind of romance and you need someone who's heart is warm..not one who's heart is ice.)
Sniffling, (But I like you.), Ukuma said sadly at his apparent 'rejection' of her feelings.
Ron reached out and gently took a hand, (And I like you too, but not the way that you think.), he squeezed and patted it. (Now if you want a friend, then I am your guy…but if you are looking for a lover,), she looked to him in shy hope, (that is a position I cannot fill, I am sorry.), she almost started to cry.
Another tear followed the first, (But why?)
Shaking his head gently with a small, sad smile, (Little one this is something I cannot explain to you, I have my reasons. But please…just let us be good friends.), he softly said to her, as her heart began to break. (And just to let you know..you do remind me too much of someone I did love once, but that was years ago.), he grinned with his own pain breaking through in it. Her own timid grin reflected joyful, then pained realizations at what he said to her and how.
The Japanese girl sniffed, (It wasn't supposed to work like this.), and wiped the tears from her cheek.
Offering her a napkin, (Yes I know, and I am sorry, but you do deserve more than what I am unable to give you.), Ron gently told her. (I am unable to be more than a simple friend for you..Now if you want to study together or go out to dinner…or go skiing like today, then we can do that.), he assured her. Squeezing her hand again, (Now I am honored to name you as one of the few friends who I have…but if you want a romantic relationship…this I cannot give to you.)
Sighing in surrender after all the months she attempted to get what she now realized she would never have, (I understand..), her eyes downcast. Then rising in shy hope of another kind, (But you will be my friend right?)
Smiling warmly, (I will always be your friend if you wish Ukuma-san.), he accepted her hug. After releasing her, (Now let's eat there is plenty of skiing to do.), he said.
Then smirking at her, (We must hurry though, there is only so much light left in the day and there are so many left on the mountain that have yet learned to fear you on skis.), Ron teased and mock sulked when she lightly, but not too lightly, punched his arm.
Hopeful she had finally gotten the message that she should look elsewhere for romance, they settled down to a peaceful meal together.
While he sat back sipping his tea Ron suggested to his little friend, (If you are not tired Ukuma-san we could stay late. Do you have an early class on Monday?)
Shaking her head, (No I only have two afternoon classes…)
Nodding, (Well, I must be back by tomorrow afternoon, I have another class which, on my honor, I must attend.)
Curious, (You have mentioned an extra class you are taking that is not part of college…what is that about?), Ukuma asked him.
Shrugging, (I am studying Karate three hours a day, three to four days a week.), Ron explained.
An eyebrow rose, (Ah, I see…So you are trying to become a tough guy then?), she asked in trepidation at this bit of news she never figured him out for.
Shaking his head, (No, I'm just taking it because I have always wanted to and this was my opportunity.), he said in a tone that gave her no worries of hidden agendas of that kind with him.
She thought on this for a moment, and shrugged with a grin that told him she believed he was not trying to become something she saw all too well in her days growing up with bullies in her midst.
Quiet fell upon them once more as Ron opened the wrapper for one rice type roll and offered it to Ukuma who gladly accepted the treat, (You know getting out on the snow really increases your appetite because you not only need energy to keep you moving, but to help keep you warm.), he advised her as he too ate his own treats.
After a half hour of friendly banter to help settle their stomachs, the friends once again headed out to the slopes. On their way to the lifts they noted the skies clouding up, promising more snow for later in the day.
XXX
Komatsu Air Force Base:
Taxiing to a stop, engines wound down while ground crew chocked the wheels of the Gulfstream. The hatch opened up and the passengers disembarked to the sight of their guide truck exiting the vicinity and two navy blue windowed vans approaching and parking ten yards from them. Also approaching were a contingent of combined Japanese and American service people from their transport trucks.
Stretching his limbs and back, "Well that was a long flight.", Doctor James Possible said to no one in particular after he made it to the concrete surface, "I hope they let us stretch out our legs before we do anything else."
Following him down, an African-American teen boy and a red headed young woman did the same.
After recovering, and yawning, "I agree Daddy, but we have a lot to do and I would like have it done ASAP so we can fly back home tomorrow even if it's hard on the body. I've got a tight schedule to make before flying back to England." She blew a strand of hair at the long flight double play ahead of her.
"I don't envy you Kimmie, it does wear a body down, especially the older one gets. But when you make it to England I'm going to talk to your Mother about us going on a nice vacation somewhere soon, but not too soon after we make it home from this.", James said, his yawn triggered by his daughter's.
Recovering, "You know, we've never traveled to Europe or Asia.", James said before looking to Kim. "In fact you came along very soon after we were married, and then we became very involved with our careers…"
Sadly, "I'm sorry Dad…", Kim looked despondent.
"No, no I don't mean that, I wouldn't have traded you even for being on a space flight honey…you were a delight and then the boys came along and your boy too, we just had everything that we could have possibly wanted. Ronald would have been a wonderful son.", James mused. "And he'll be a better Son-in-law too.", he smiled to Kim.
Kim looked up into her Dad's face and seeing the whimsical look in his eyes, "Dad I promise I'll do what I can to make that happen."
"I know you will sweetie, and I promise I will give you some alone time with him after I find out where he went.", James said, his tone from light to serious as he described his intentions.
Her mouth open in shock, "Daddy!", Kim found her voice, "I gonna need two whole weeks before you berate him for disappearing. Maybe by then I will have a ring on my finger…even if I have to purchase it for him."
Resolutely shaking his head, "No Kimmie, if he's that poor I'LL take him shopping, it's the least I can do for my and your Mother's part in this fiasco."
Smiling warmly, "Thank you Daddy, but I have enough money since I'm getting my college for free.", she hugged him.
Patting her on the back, "I suppose you do Kimmie, but I want this to be our treat as a partial repayment of….."
"Excuse me. Doctor Possible is it?", a young and fairly short Japanese Officer interrupted.
"Yes?"
"Please the first van is full please board the second.", he offered as he motioned for James, Kim and Wade to follow him.
Curiously, the young red headed heroine looked to their escort, "Excuse me for asking, but have we met before?", and all stopped at her question.
A short shake of his head, "Ma'am I have a very good memory and I think that you would have caused me many nights sleep if I had, so I am sorry I don't think we ever have.", he replied with a slight, amused smile.
Not convinced, Kim responded, "Are you sure? You do seem very familiar."
Turning to her, "I am sure. My name is Lieutenant Narota Kasumi.", as he offered his hand.
Shaking his hand, "Kim Possible.", she introduced herself, "And this is Wade Load a good friend of mine."
A light going off, "Ah Kim Possible, now I know we have never met. But I was a fan of yours a few years ago."
Surprised, "Oh?"
A lopsided grin, "Yes, but I also admit to having what you Americans call a 'crush' as well.", the Lieutenant blushed slightly. Then in askance, "You have been staying out of the headlines for a year or two…If you don't mind my asking, what have you been doing?"
"I'm enrolled in College. Right now I'm on a semester break.", Kim explained.
"That is right you are a couple of years younger than I am. How is your school?"
"It's getting better."
"So why are you traveling to Japan, are you going to school here?"
"Uh no, I'm doing an internship with an organization and they asked me to come along on this trip."
"So you are here to see the 'item' then?"
"Do you mean the air…"
Cutting in, "Kimberly not everyone here may have the clearance needed, we'd better not say anymore.", James suggested.
The Japanese man laughed, "It's ok sir, I have seen it already, and everyone who knows of it has wondered how it got here.", he grinned. Shrugging, "Oh well it is just another mystery to add to so many here in Japan."
James looked hard at the young man, "I thought this 'item' was only meant to be seen by a few people?"
Looking confidently to him, "Doctor Possible I am one of the few people who have been allowed to see 'it'. Do you think that my government would let just anyone around you?"
James' eyes burrowed into the young man's face, and noticing he didn't flinch, replied, "So you are in the security forces of your country and not just a guard?"
Smiling disarmingly, "Yes sir, something like that." Then once again pointing out their transportation, "Please let us board the van; the sooner we do, the sooner you can identify this vehicle, verify it is yours and the sooner your country can take measures to take if off our hands.", the young man replied, "It is taking up entirely too much of our hangar space at the base."
Kim could see that her Father was going to say something and decided they should just do what was asked, "Sure thing Lieutenant. Let's go Wade and Dad."
X
Several minutes later the two vans pulled up to a hangar which was seemed conspicuous by how inconspicuous it appeared even to those in the party who were not trained to notice such things. Other than the fourteen heavily armed guards from the military services of Japan and the United States surrounding the building, there was nothing else going on there that would say to the casual observer there was something unusual going on with the largest hangar on the airbase.
Disembarking from one of the vans, a uniformed individual, advising the others to stay inside the vans, walked to the seemingly unguarded door beside the huge main hangar doors.
As he approached the hangar, a guard ordered, "Halt. We need to inspect your documents.", as two more guards came out of the hangar to assist.
Handing over his ID and the paperwork requested, Quinton half smiled, "We are here under the authorization of the Joint Chiefs. Our task is to identify the 'item' and if we can prove it is the property of the United States and then arrange transportation for it back to the United States.
Saluting after checking the ID, "Yes Sir, the Officer of the Guard will be with us in a few moments…uh he is inside Sir."
General Quinton Cleaver stood by as the items offered for identification purposes were perused by the other guard while the first one kept him under observation. Stepping off, the first guard spoke via radio to someone regarding the veracity of the orders on them from the US Joint Chiefs issued less than twenty four hours earlier.
A few moments later one of the guard's radio beeped; after replying he smiled and saluted, "Sir I am to conduct you inside, please follow me."
Returning the salute, "Carry on Sergeant, you and your men are doing a fine job.", Cleaver replied, and after motioning those in the vans to accompany him, they walked to the hangar door.
Once inside the lights began to slowly brighten until all noted a very dark gray silhouette taking shape in the dissipating gloom of the hangar.
All were silent until Wade Load hissed, "I thought it was full-sized Doctor Possible."
Nodding to him, "It is. But one of the things I didn't mention was the power source.", James said. "The beauty of it is that there is a small but powerful reactor powering it,", Wade's eyes widened, "which was hidden from detection by the jet engine included in the design to deflect closer scrutiny of unwanted prying eyes.", James revealed to the two.
"And,", he paused for dramatic affect, "those jet engines are powered by a peculiar jet fuel in the tanks that actually fires the engines, to add to the illusion that they are the sole power source.", James informed his 'audience'.
Cutting in, "A reactor hidden within an actually functioning jet engine, and fuel to power it? Why do something like that?", a very confused Wade Load asked James.
"Ah, that was part of the subterfuge by the spooks in the project. If the plane was 'lost'", he waved a hand to the plane, "those in possession of it then would look no further than the fuel driven engines and the low level of available fuel in the tanks."
At their further blank looks, "A very peculiar fuel that is very hard to produce…", he continued until Wade's face lit up at what James suggested.
"Oh I see, and if someone tried to recreate that fuel, or acquire the components for the fuel, those looking for the plane would be able to see it and zero in on who they are and where they were…at least as far as the fuel went.", his hacker-genetics kicking in at the end.
"Precisely!", James cried as their walk to the plane continued. "Or at the very least we'd get a starting point on where to start looking."
After his moment, Wade then looked puzzled, "But sir, we know how it was swiped…we…well the NSA caught the two programmers involved, but why didn't they know of this?", waving a hand to the plane.
"All information about the XP-76 was compartmentalized, Wade. If it was known somehow that this baby had almost unlimited range, well we weren't sure what would have happened.", James explained. "And based on how this ended up I'd say the programmers either didn't know anything about that and it was brought here by other parties or they flew it here and won't admit to it if they do know of the true engines."
Glancing briefly to her Father while he took in the sight of the hypersonic jet, "I suppose so Dad, but why don't you just fly it back home?", Kim asked him.
General Cleaver interrupted, "Because Miss Possible, at the moment we don't know if all the systems are functioning properly, or if any have been tampered with, and until we are assured the plane is capable of trouble free flight, we will have to transport it to where we can make this determination.", he explained. "Also by ferrying it back to the US ourselves we can discourage any further attempts to take it from us."
Then smirking to Wade, "And with the encrypted security devices scattered all across the frame, their recordings may just show us who was physically involved in the theft so we can bring them down.", Cleaver said as they stopped just off from the plane.
At this point three other members of the group went to a table setup to the side of the plane and began to setup laptops they carried with them on the trip. Mostly quiet for much of the trip, they said little as their laptops booted up and they removed items from zippered pouches and pockets on their clothing or bags. After her laptop was logged in, a short brunette handed it to an associate and approached the plane with a marker stamp of some kind and a unique looking screwdriver.
As she closed on the plane two United States Army Officers and two Japanese Defense Forces Officers stepped from the shadows. The brunette smiled, "Colonel Davis, Major Strong…if you remember I'm Angie Sutter, structural systems designer for the XP-76."
Holding out the stamp she had with her, "I have my designator stamp, and I would like to open panel Four-Seven-Mike for inspection and verification.", she told them and then typed in a command into the laptop. In a moment a picture appeared. "Sir this is where the item has my personal stamp. May I commence?"
Looking over her information, a Japanese Officer nodded and replied, "Please Miss Sutter, commence with your verification process."
X
After Angie verified her mark and serial numbers on the specified part the other two engineers also went through the same verification process elsewhere on the aircraft. Satisfied as to the veracity of their proof of claim, their hosts had no further doubts regarding the ownership of the craft.
The senior ranking JDF Officer present smiled, "Very well, the Nation of Japan is assured of the Proof of Ownership representatives of the United States have provided to us here today.", to the foregone relief of all present.
"Now that this is complete, when and how do you plan to have it returned to your country?", he asked.
General Cleaver cleared his throat, "We have a craft capable of ferrying it out some four hours behind us. One of my aides will give you the necessary information for you to allow it clearance to land."
Bowing slightly, "General thank you, that is most appreciated. Now does your team wish to further inspect the aircraft?"
"Thank you, but no. Our guards will relieve your guards now that we have determined ownership of the plane. Now are there lodgings where my colleagues will be able to get a shower, some dinner and rest?"
Nodding to the General, "I find your proposition regarding guard status acceptable." Then to the others, "I will have my aide take you and your people to the base Visiting Officer's Quarters.", the Japanese officer replied.
"Thank you Sir.", Cleaver replied as he motioned for a Captain to speak with a Japanese Officer who raised his hand for this information. "He will have the information you require for our inbound transport."
After another signaled to them, the rest of the team followed another Japanese man through the door of the hangar for the walk back to the waiting vans.
XXX
Rushing downhill at near breakneck speeds, (Hold on Sekari-san! It is too crowded here to go so fast.), Ron yelled, trailing the Japanese woman as she literally flew down the slope. Then groaning as she cut through a line just chock full of waiting skiers just before her skis slipped out from under her, and almost got her run over…again.
The blond American quickly got to his friend and waved an apology to the other skiers as he helped her up, (I suggest we go to a less crowded part of the mountain before you kill yourself and give me a heart attack.)
Looking disdainfully at the skis no longer on her feet, (These skis are not right…), she whined.
Sighing, (Give me the end of your pole I will help you up and this time,), he looked meaningfully to her, (I want you to stay with me.)
(Why?)
(We are going to learn some things before we kill half of the mountain.), he blustered to her. 'I wonder if she is related however so to the Order of the Kamikaze, or something.', flashed through his mind.
After settling her down, Ron took her back to the lift. They got on and rode to the top. On the way he saw an area where there were few skiers using it, (We are going to ski there until you learn to slow down.)
An hour and a half later Ron had Ukuma Sekari performing parallel turns and shortly thereafter she was beginning to learn skating techniques.
Satisfied with her progress, (I think that is enough, now let's go have some fun.), Ron encouraged her.
With a nod Ukuma followed Ron to where the slopes were more crowded.
Now that the Japanese girl had more confidence she skied slower and with better control, this time keeping pace with the blond American.
They had made five trips up since the impromptu lesson and the Japanese girl was focused on a more difficult part of the mountain when a shout startled them, (Lookout!)
"Shit!", Ron grunted in English as someone cut across his view and crashed into his friend taking them both down hard, after knocking her out of her skis.
Ron checked Ukuma first, (Are you alright?)
Dazed, (Yeah, what happened?), she replied.
Deadpan, (A crash.), he said. Then looking to the young man tangled with her, (Now let's check him over. Are you sure you're not related?), Ron teased.
(What do you mean?)
Ron leaned over the prone form, (He skis like you.)
(He could be hurt.)
(That's why we're looking him over.), Ron glanced down.
(Hey are you alright, that was a nasty spill you took.), Ron asked the stranger who ran over his friend.
Rubbing his head in confusion, (Huh? Oh yeah…Sorry about that.), he told Ron as he tried to get up.
Ron looked hard at the young man, then making use of the interruption, (Just relax come on we are going down to get something to eat and some tea.), to get them off the snow for a while.
Ukuma, still dazed from the crash, (What is your name?), she asked as both helped her up from the snow.
(Oh I am sorry, I am Nanotri Saskua.)
(I am Ukuma Sekara and this is Dean Kaminsky-san.), Ukuma replied.
(Thank you for helping me up, this is only about the third time I have been skiing.)
(You need to slow down a little Saskua-san.), Ron suggested, (Listen come with us and get warm for a while. You seemed a little shook up and you may need some time to relax.)
(Maybe that is a good idea. Thank you for inviting me, but I don't mean to intrude on your date.)
Ron smiled as he informed the new guy, (We are not dating, we just do some things together as good friends.)
(Oh?)
Ukuma blushed, (Yes.)
(It will be my honor to accompany you while you take a break…)
(It is better than being broken.), Ron snorted. Then seriously, (Do you know how to snow plow?)
(Huh?)
(It slows you down and makes it easier to turn.) Sigh, (I will show you.), Ron understood he had another one to look after and began to show him the basics.
A half hour later found the three seated at the café with steaming cups of tea, watching the sun go behind the mountains.
(How long have you been skiing today Saskua-san?), Ron asked.
(Three or four hours.)
Ron suggested, (Why don't we ski a little more on the easy stuff. It's going to be dark soon and a couple runs will just about do us in.), he said to the newcomer's surprise.
Looking calmly to Saskua, (This is the first time on skis for me this year and I will definitely feel it tomorrow.), he said. (But we must wrap this up shortly; we have to get back to Sapporo tonight.)
Blustering as youth does before being tempered by age and experience, (But I wasn't tired….)
(Is this your first time too?)
(No I went one time earlier in the year.), then he wilted as he remembered the following day and how he felt the next morning afterward. (Ok…maybe I can ride back to Sapporo with you; I did come on the train.)
Nodding in satisfaction of lesson learned, (Ah this will work out well.), Ron finished his tea and got up.
After an hour more of instruction, practice and some light skiing the three headed off to the train station for the hour-long ride back to Sapporo.
Smiling, the blond American watched as his friend and their new acquaintance, sitting next to each other, began to sag into each other as they fell asleep. The train's gentle rocking lulling the two worn out skiing newbies into slumber.
'Well maybe this will work out all right after all.', he mused with a small smile on his face as they leaned into each other.
XXX
Komatsu Air Force Base:
Looking to Kim as they crossed the parking lot to the Officer's Club for dinner, "Well do you feel better now honey?", James Possible asked. They all had cleaned up at their assigned rooms after their visit to the hangar and were meeting up for the meal and a chance to mull over the day's events.
"Yeah Dad, I'm glad we got that thing back, but I wonder how it got here?"
James smirked, "We'll know soon enough. That plane has a well hidden security and surveillance system within it. I'm sure Wade here can tell us all about it since he designed it."
Coughing nervously, "Uh Sir that was supposed to be classified.", he looked pointedly to the Rocket Scientist. "But yes we'll know a few things when we get back and analyze the information. Some of my friends at the NSA will be very interested in our findings."
Nodding her thanks to him, "Then I guess we'll just have to wait and see what the recordings show.", Kim suggested as Doctor Possible opened the door to the club.
After the three made their way into the dining area, Kim spotted a familiar face, "Oh, there's that security officer we met earlier today, and he's motioning to us to come over.", she said before they made their way to him, but not before she took in that 'something' still seemed awfully familiar about him, despite his denials to the contrary.
Arriving they saw the young man stand by a table, blocking their view of a young woman seated there also.
Bowing slightly, "Welcome Doctor Possible, I see by your presence here you are done with the item.", he quietly said to them. "And I have also heard the transfer back to your homeland is about to happen."
At James' nod, "So I take it you prefer to get something to eat instead of observing its preparation for the trip home.", Lieutenant Narota Kasumi supposed.
Smiling, "I think the Air Force can take care of loading it onto the transport without us watching over it.", he joked to the young officer who grinned in reply. Then turning to them, "Now I'm sure you remember my daughter Kim Possible and her friend Doctor Wade Load.", James responded reintroducing his daughter and her longtime friend.
"Ah yes I remember Sir. And this is my fiancée, Lieutenant Megana Tustoma.", the 'Lieutenant' introduced the woman sitting with him. At first glance Kim almost did a double-take when she caught sight of her. Again her radar going off about familiar faces from her past.
Bowing slightly from her seat, "It is very nice to meet you Doctors and Miss Possible.", the young woman greeted them. "I hope your visit has been a pleasant one and your business will be taken care of with little delay and turmoil.", she said.
After replying in kind, "So are you planning to stay in Japan overnight? Or will you return as quickly as you arrived?", she asked them as Kim passively continued to place the face of the young woman.
Shrugging, "It depends on General Cleaver Miss.", James replied. "If he wants to return right away and we have a flight crew available for the trip, then we will go. After all we are just the passengers.", he followed up as Kim's eyes studied the other woman still wondering if she had met the exotic looking woman before, somewhere else.
Nodding to others from their group seated around the hall, "Well I see others from your group, so there seems to be no rush to return. And the pace at which they are eating also bears this out.", Narota pointed out. "Now it is dinner time and my fiancée and I were just about to order, so please join us.", he invited as he pulled a chair out for Kim.
Looking to her Dad, who nodded, Kim smiled and took her seat at the table before the other men took theirs.
"Thank you for the invitation, we are honored at your hospitality.", Kim replied, blushing a little.
"No, it is our honor.", Lieutenant Tustoma countered with a slight bow.
James smiled as he reached for a menu, "Well I am hungry and I'll bet that Kim and Wade are as well.", he said to smiles all around. "Now, what is the special here?"
XXXX
And that's the next installment in our tale of misguided intentions by our favorite red headed heroine and her goofy blond paramour-in-hiding. While she was winging her way to the Land of the Rising Sun on a retrieval mission for the US he was shepherding cats on skis in the form of his classmate and a new 'intruder' to the scene. While faces seem familiar to Kim, she just can't place them, and maybe she wasn't supposed to? And Ron seems to have gotten through to his friend about her romantic interests with him.
But one thing ya have to ask about the sitches in both of their cases: Coincidences? Well?...