Based on RSAHNP
by Henrik Hammer Hedemann...
The Mad Dog of Middleton: Mystical Fever
The hour was late, so the streets had cleared. He rode a rickshaw obscuring his face with shadow in the town of Little Saigon, territory of the Fiske Clan.
The Fiske Clan was currently in a bad state because nearly half of it is over in Japan, and they were never the largest group to begin with. It couldn't be helped. Middleton attracts criminals from all corners of the world. A majority of the Senior Family were drawn here solely by the money. Men have flown in from across the States, and even immigrated from other countries in search of fortune. Many people of all cultures and backgrounds are drawn to the rich and luxurious Middleton for its money and a chance at glory.
Middleton is far from a normal place. For example, there's a reason twins are so in abundance. There's believed to be something in the air causing the influx of twins being born. And that isn't even the only scientific anomaly here. The mutations, the scientists, the adherent maintaining of the status quo. It's a steady cycle of creation, and with creation, comes funding and profit. The thing is, these experiments are far from ethical or safe, or are unable to be done without the help of additional resources. This is why criminals are so high in demand.
For now Bates is the one in charge of the Fiske Clan. He and Fukushima did not see eye to eye on a lot of things, though Fukushima did hold some respect for him, despite his stature. He is a man that knows what needs to be done. A month ago, the Fiske Clan was hired to help in the development of a new particle. This experiment was especially dangerous and unethical. Things ended up going wrong. And so, Bates ordered the deaths of his own men, as well as the scientists, who in their dabbling in nature, created an ailment that threatened lives. To ensure the world wasn't exposed to calamity, he sacrificed anyone involved.
She pointed at a man in a suit sitting across from the seafood marketplace.
One of the Fiske Clan's spies is this woman known as the old crone. She poses as a hobo with a rickshaw to get around Downtown without drawing suspicion. She is dedicated enough to the clan that she does this nearly everyday. Fukushima isn't the only turncloak from the school of Yamanouchi. This woman left the school as well. Those hypocrites claim to have honor when their school is built on lies, deception, and blood. Even Usaru, one of the most respected students there, left to join Fiske. Fiske promises those that join him two things. The power to surpass the everyday man, and the power to choose his own fate.
The old crone is one of the only people in the Fiske Clan he respects, as it is now. One of the most glaring flaws in the Fiske Clan is how it assimilates members of all races. It reminded him of the embarrassment ninjas, a group that parodied his entire culture to appeal to children. They eventually had their failed prank television show cancelled after being paid to kill a teenage girl, but their mere existence highlights his and many others in the clan's problem with the west. Middleton is full of arrogance, and lacks any respect for tradition. Any non-Asians in the Fiske Clan were bastards in his view, save for Fiske, who earned his place through spending years studies and training. Fukushima's thoughts turned to the greatest offender of all. Ron, the man who couldn't die soon enough. Fukushima wasn't like Amy who wanted to capture him. Fukushima just wanted him dead.
The thought of an outsider, a gaijin at that, becoming the heir to the Toshimiru creed, as well as being bestowed with that godly power, made Fukushima sick to his stomach.
Even now, that fool remains blissfully unaware of the true nature behind his abilities he still has yet to unlock, as well as the true purpose behind the school of Yamanouchi. If there was a time to strike, it was now, while he still hasn't tapped into what is possible.
More and more are flocking to the Fiske Clan, and are waking up to what Yamanouchi is. Though some in the Toshimiru are looking to change their ways from the inside, such as Yori who was at one point poised to take over the school with her natural skill and talent. Her first kill was supposed to happen once she was of age, as per tradition, but she was said to be inspired by the outsider to not to follow the school's strict doctrines.
Fukushima said, "Wait here," to the old crone. It was this musician that hates the Toshimiru Clan more than he does.
Fukushima removed himself from the cart. This is the place and made his way toward a sitting man. The chinese man sat on a wool carpet, with some change and bills scattered about in an open case where he placed his harp in. He played music here almost every night, the old crone told him.
"The Guzheng Assassin." Fukushima said. "You look well." The man didn't respond, though Fukushima knew he was listening. He and Fukushima have met. The Fiske Clan has been doing its duty in helping the people of Little Saigon live out their days in harmony.
No one in the government cared for the needs of the people in Little Saigon. It was such a poor, small neighborhood that they were considered lower class citizens. It's not really worth anyone's time because it was in such bad shape. To many, it's a lost cause. So the Fiske Clan has been doing it's part to help these locals with repairs, and even protection from thugs from the Senior Family and the Syndicate, though nothing in life is for free. This is a mutually beneficial relationship.
The harpist said nothing.
"Our offer stands." Fukushima said. "We could use a man of your talents in our ranks."
"You may be enemies of the Toshimiru, but that doesn't make us allies. You should be well aware that whenever I look at you, I see the same eyes that killed my brethren. All Fiske does is kill under different colored banners. That is the only difference."
"I suppose you're right. The only allies you've ever had are long dead, aren't they?" Fukushima wasn't there, he was just a young trainee when the Toshimiru slaughtered the chinese triads like cattle, right here in this town, in fact. "Still, what a waste. People still pass on the stories about your kills." He was this town's version of the boogeyman, though he was humble about it. Maybe even ashamed, sadly. It was almost as much wasted potential as the disgraced top prospect of Yamanouchi, hence why they have placed all their hopes on the gaijin he hated most.
The harpist grew impatient. He has had to speak to Fukushima many times. "Nothing worth less to me than the praising's of a cockroach."
"I think you should hear me out. I am offering you a way to finally get the justice your people deserve. And this could be be your one and only chance at avenging all your poor old friends for what the Toshimiru Clan has done. I don't need to remind you what they did, do I?" That got his attention. It's good that he remembers. His anger will be what pushes him to taking revenge. But Fukushima felt if he brought up those old memories, he would be the one with the target on his head. He had to be cautious. "The Fiske Clan wants to hire you on as a hitman. Just like old times. We need you to kill a person that the both of us would want dead."
"A member of the Toshimiru Clan I take it? None of them are here." The harpist stated. "The assassins of Yamanouchi don't stray far from their homeland. They would not risk being here. And I have a wife and child, leaving Little Saigon simply isn't an option for me." Fukushima had thought about using them as hostages, but was dissuaded by the weak willed Usaru who feared making more enemies. "And killing this one insignificant person won't put the souls of my people to rest. Nothing can." Fukushima wanted to laugh. His people didn't care for him and never did. The things fools believe to delude themselves into thinking they're apart of something greater, when everyone involved is in it for greed, nothing else. Fukushima included.
"You don't have to worry about that. Your target isn't far from here, he's a privileged white man living in Middleton. And this is no ordinary person. He's the legacy of Yamanouchi, the chosen one that carries the very blood of the Toshimiru Clan in his veins. He has even mastered the Lotus Blade at the mere age of sixteen, if that's not any indication he has inherited Toshimiru's spirit."
Fear flashed in his eyes. He knows the old myth. "Who is he?"
"Ron Stoppable. You should know him. Famous around here for playing sidekick to Middleton's own little hero, Kim Possible."
"Yes, yes, I do remember the boy. Some here are even fans of his. To think he would be so brazen to masquerade as a hero while carrying the sword that has cut down hundreds and thousands of people over the many generations." He had a worried look as both Ron and Kim are seen as heroes. "So either this noble soul, Kim Possible has turned a blind eye to what this Ron Stoppable has done, or doesn't know what he really is."
"Or that woman is just as bad as him herself," Fukushima gave him another possibility. "She is a threat to us as well. Even the Fiske Clan is afraid to face her." There must be a reason the freelance heroine hasn't lift a finger to help Little Saigon. Those two have the entire world fooled. Fukushima remembered how the people here would cry for their so called heroes during the turf war over Little Saigon. It wasn't them who came to stopped the fighting. "That's not all. This Ron Stoppable is evil enough to try and murder his own relatives at a wedding. Even a child your own daughter's age."
That alone was more than enough to convince a man that loves his children. On that accursed massacre, many children were orphaned, and those who weren't..
"Very well." He glared at him. "It will be done. The boy will die within the month."
Fukushima respectfully lowered his head. "The elderly woman there will come to your home tomorrow to provide you details on how to contact us. As for additional hands, any of my men are now yours to order until the job is done." He tossed some change into the man's instrument case and went on his way.
Last night, Ron dreamt of a great monster swallowing his enemies whole. His dreams however, were about as significant as his friendships, which is of course, none at all. He was with two of his closest teammates in math class. Some asked how his family was doing. Ron's reply to them was always a one-word answer. Bad. Despite everything, it was an uneventful day. He passed by Bonnie Rockwaller earlier, and she didn't acknowledge him as per usual. Perhaps she just didn't see him. Ron went in prepared to be showered with sympathy, but apparently he is nowhere near as important as he thinks he is, and the lack of attention was proof. Guess people just assume he would be used to occasions like his house blowing up. Or maybe people don't know what to say so they keep their distance.
It's strange to think Bonnie is the only person to see if he was okay, aside from his football boys. Ron has become a consecutive MVP at their games. So he earned their respect. But that respect doesn't really go both ways. Ron wouldn't say it aloud, but he thought these guys were total tools.
Trent isn't the brightest bulb, but then again, neither is Ron. So who was he to criticize. Trent is sort of like a less friendly Brick. Jamar is a bully afraid of Ron. One evening after getting sick of Jamar's best friend Marquis getting in his face, Ron punched him so hard he threw up. Since then, Jamar has watched what he says. Today, guy was pretending like he cared about Ron's family. It's guys like him who really grinds Ron's gears. The moment someone he considered weak puts him in his place, he makes a complete one-eighty, like a total coward.
He was in Ms. Whisp's algebra class. The school is known to be cursed for teachers, yet the most boring ones like Whisp seem to stick around. Luckily she doesn't seem to mind them talking after the lecture was over.
The boys wore purple, matching varsity jackets which were merchandise sold at the campus store. They wore it to show solidarity for the Mad Dogs. Jamar sent right next to Ron. The other seat next to Ron was empty. They would try to get Ron in on the conversation, but Ron really didn't care. All his teammates were numbers on a jersey, nothing else. Half the reason he even plays is so he can be considered an equal to Kim. As much as he might claim the food chain is a load of bull, there's no denying there was some truth to it.
"What's with Kim these days anyway, Ron? She has been Thurs-Tee." Trent said. "You been hitting that plenty, I bet." That comment managed to grab Ron's attention.
"Wish I had a childhood friend as beautiful as her," Jamar said enviously. "Bet that girl's great in bed with a fineass body like that." He and his many other teammates were far from shy when it came to talking about women, even ones they know personally. "Cheerleaders man. Did you guys know athletes tend to have like super high sex drives? You should hear about what goes on in those olympic village hotel rooms. It's like a fucking orgy back there."
"Speaking of. It true Isabella's really putting out?" Trent asked. Ron knew Isabelle as one of the backups in the cheer squad, a beautiful, black haired girl that was really popular with the guys, for obvious reasons. Not as popular with the girls for the stealing of said guys from them.
"Yup, take it from me. Girl's a complete slut. She only goes for half decent guys though, so you're out of luck, Trent." Jamar snickered.
Trent flipped him off.
"Will you guys shut up?" said some stoner that sat near.
"Excuse us. Never take sex-ed, Lezowski?" Jamar said. "It's how you were born, buddy." The thought of his parents in the sack almost made Ron vomit in his mouth. But he's right. Sex is and will always be a normal part of life.
"Quit eavesdropping leaf eater," Trent said, who laughed at his own joke after.
Ron looked to Trent bewildered.
"That crackhead's such a fucking loser." Jamar insulted. "You know his entire family are junkie crack whores too. No doubt he used to live Downtown." Ron was apathetic to small ribs. It's considered bullying, somehow. Back then, when he was victimized, kids just laughed. It's like his father says. Be a man and just deal with it, and that's what Ron did.
Ron received another text message. Kim again. He hid his phone so others couldn't see and saw another selfie, the captions reading 'Are you thinking about this?' She pulled her V-neck down her chest to expose her bra. She angled the picture so well so he could make out just how silky smooth her fine, white skin is from her breasts and upper chest. The talk about sex and girls, plus the constant pics from Kim, really made him completely unfocused with everything going on today. Kim was still on the attack. He woke up with her basically sitting on his balls, mounted on top of him. What a way to start the morning.
Jamar definitely looked like the type to do some kind of weird shit with his girlfriend. Ron thought back to Kim talking to him earlier about his kinks. He didn't want to look like a sex weirdo, but maybe Jamar could give some advice, at least he had experience.
"You dating still, Jamar?" Ron asked.
"Yeah man." From what Ron can remember, Jamar was dating one of the backline cheerleaders, some ponytailed blonde.
"Well, you ever do like, that freaky stuff? BDSM, or uh, roleplay?" Ron felt really weird discussing the other kinds of things he wanted to try. "You know what I mean?"
He looked at Ron. So did Trent. "No effin way bro. I mean, yeah we like to mess around, but that kinda shit doesn't sit well with me." Says the guy just casually talking about an orgy, Ron thought. Guess his guy talk is all-talk. "Why you asking?"
Ron said, "No reason. Just making sure I'm not crazy. Had the idea a lot of kids were into it and you were on the same boat." He acted like he was of the same attitude as Jamar. "Indulging in that kind of stuff's wrong on so many levels."
"No doubt about that. Any person that makes a hobby out of sex has got to have some serious problems, mentally." Jamar tapped at his monkey cranium.
"I disagree." Trent said. "You guys need to think about it man. If someone out there's willing to degrade themselves, or do something like drinking your pee, that's like, true love right there, for real. None can even argue." That would make Ron feel more comfortable if it wasn't coming from one of the dumbest people he knows.
"Tell that to Izzy, guess that makes her in love with half the school." Both wheezed.
Ron fake laughed along. "Hey, uh. By the way."
"Yea what?" Jamar asked.
"You guys ever talk about my girlfriend that way ever again, I'll do worse to you than I did to the last asshat that wore the number six. Might be hard to play football with broken legs, so- watch what you say dudes," Ron said nonchalantly. He brought up a scrimmage game the assistant coach had set up between the current team, led by Ron, against the graduated team, led by Flagg and Kyle. Brick took the loss well and had good sportsmanship about it, but Kyle being the baby he is, fell for Ron's taunts and was provoked into a tussle. Ron wiped the floor with Kyle's face, and did to some other scrub as well. Ron doesn't remember the names of the worthless mooks he beats up and didn't care to.
The two guys looked at each other. They took it as a joke at first, until looking at Ron's eyes. Then the smiles were off. Ron rarely takes things seriously, but if it's his girlfriend involved, he felt it was personal. Ron concussed the last guy to try making moves on Kim, and he got away with it too. The school won't touch their star player, even if he was crossing the line. Some have called it being overprotective, sure, but no one's calling it undeserved. Not that fantasizing about the hottest girls in school was out of the ordinary.
"So sensitive." She took the empty seat next to Ron. "They should've called Kim ugly instead. Would that be better, or worse?"
"Penny?"
"That's me," she said like she was a kid's television show host. "I wanted to check in with you after that whole mess that happened at your place."
Penny was one of the prettiest girls in school for sure. She had pretty blonde hair, and a petite figure that was filling out nicely. Her life passion is volunteering, mostly for the starving and needy. That kind of thing. It's good work. Ron occasionally sees her when Kim is helping the key club. She occasionally tries to strike up a conversation with Ron, since the day he got his first touchdown. "That's a first."
"You're so pouty. I'm available if you need someone to talk to, but it seems you're too busy wanting get your freak on with Isabelle, your present circumstances don't seem to matter much in comparison."
"You heard that?"
"Hard not to listen in when you guys are the loudest in the room. So macho of you guys," she teased. "Not saying I'm not a fan though." Once Ron regained his self-confidence as the star quarterback and got a nice physique from crime fighting and exercise, girls like Penny took notice again.
"They're the ones talking about Isabelle, not me."
"Oh? And what was all that about sadomasochism?" Penny asked.
"Small talk. Guy talk. We're bored."
"Has anyone ever told you you are so easy to read?" He made an expression that said I'm with crazy, but she didn't buy it. "Well, do you fully agree with those guys? About Izzy being a slut? You certainly didn't disagree."
"I just don't like girls that are like that." He figured Penny would feel the same. Isabelle even offered him sexual favors after one of his games. Her way of cheering him on.
"So. It's alright for guys to score, but when a girl does it, it's wrong?"
He was at a loss for a moment. "She's a pretty girl. Just think she's wasting what she has, hopping from guy to guy like that."
"You sound like my dad. Old fashioned and boring." She said. "You need to cut loose. Live a little. Remember that party we went to? You were so much more fun." Athletes have all sorts of these superstitions so Ron gets roped into those crazy mixers. They felt it was absolutely necessary for Ron to be involved with them, as the team MVP.
"Fun? It's just plain embarrassing." He was tagged in a post from one of the kid's social media accounts at school. He looked like an idiot, and he refused to watch the entire thing.
"They say you're more you while you're drunk, and I really think that wild side of you is way more interesting than, say, Kim's annoying orbiter."
"Hold up. What? That's what people see me as?"
"Well, yeah. Back then you were such a nerd. You still are now but you're at least a bit more self-aware. It's actually fairly funny. All the girls talked about how you got no game."
"Yeah I'll bet," Ron said. All? "Kim one of those people too, by any chance?" Bonnie had told him Kim acts like a completely different person when he wasn't around.
Penny nodded. "Probably, no need to brag about dating her." That wasn't his intent. "You were such a riot. I mean, didn't you play with a coloring book at a family restaurant on your first date?" Not just the first date actually. He felt like sinking into his seat. Zita loved telling that story. She said it was cute. Only now did he realize it was mocking. "Now those same very girls that made fun of you for being so immature and weird would love for the chance to get to know you. I guess that's one of life's little ironies."
"Doesn't that include you too?"
Penny never talked to him up until about a month ago. It didn't help he gave her the cold shoulder.
"Well, duh."
At least she's honest and wasn't going to pretend she was too shy to act on her feelings before. "Back then, I thought we might have had something." Now he knew better than to trust just any girl. "You only like me now that I'm a bit higher on that silly little food chain that you girls obsess over."
"I dislike three things. Boring guys, awkward guys, and liars. Back then, guess which of the three you fell into?" Penny definitely saw something in him in the past, but didn't have the patience to wait it out like Kim. "I know you probably think girls are so 'superficial' for it, but at the end of the day, girls want a strong, reliable man." She pinched him on his arm, shamelessly copping a feel of his toned triceps.
He didn't really mind. "I think appearances really shouldn't matter in a relationship."
"If you want a girl with no standards, maybe." Penny said. "You call it superficial how girls are into you now, but somehow, I feel you wouldn't be calling your girlfriend the love of your life if she looked like our old grouchy librarian."
"Well that old bat is ugly both inside and out, so not the best example." He didn't even feel that bad that thing had to go into therapy due to some trauma. He saw it as karma, for how she would abuse her authority to take out all her frustrations on the student body.
Penny shook her head. "Sorry to be the one to break it to you, but we're all pretty ugly on the inside. Not that that's wrong.. That's what makes us unique."
"Real poetic of you." Ron said sarcastically. He fell into selfishness and arrogance before. "I get what you're saying though." He was trying to get on good terms with Bonnie. Might as well add Penny on to the list too. "I'm sorry for being such a jerk all this time. It was me that was the problem, I'm seeing that now."
Penny held out her fist. "That mean we're cool now?" It reminded him of his former bestie.
He punched lightly. Her hand was much smaller than his.
"I can't stay mad at you, 'sides. I can't help but love a girl that understands the real me." He feigned his excitement, but he did feel he was at fault. "I actually am glad I have someone to go to if I ever want to get knocked down a peg. No one likes a guy with an ego." It's at parties where he really just goes all out, dancing with and kissing on any of the cute girls, bragging and talking shit either to goad a person he disliked into humiliating themselves, or to incite his supporters into cheers. He's also known for goading some of the guys to go along with the dares he would get, such as when he rode on the roof of a car, or when the entire football team snuck into some poor guy's backyard to borrow their trampoline.
"Actually I quite like it when you're all cocky." Penny said. "Like I said. The real you comes out when you've had too much to drink. That's another one of your problems, you know? You don't do or say what you want, least when you're sober. It's dishonest."
"Do as I want, huh?" His cell phone vibrated from receiving a notification.
He took a quick peek while Penny spoke. Yet another selfie from Kimberly.
"Break free. Go crazy. Have fun. We're still in high school. This is the time and place for us to go over the limit while we're still young. There's a reason you worked so hard to throw away your old lifestyle, didn't you? Be honest. You like all the attention. And all those awful things they called you before, it was the honest truth, and that's also what motivates you to change."
Maybe she was right. It wasn't just for Kim that he worked himself half to death. He had something to prove. To his parents, his peers, and his detractors. When he changed though, the people around him changed too. Both his family and old friends alike, laid Ron out to dry.
"Wow. That's some interesting pep talk there." He understood more about why Bonnie was so fixated on the food chain, now that he was free to reap the benefits from it. "Not gonna lie though, you're right. I do feel more proud of who I am." Even if others like his parents weren't.
"You should. I have like five best friends that fawn over you now that you're a big football star, not to mention the guy who helped save the world." Helped, huh. Kim's still the one saving it, he's just kinda the one who helps her out. "But, you won't even give them a chance to talk to you, and you make them feel so stupid for trying to get to know you when you're not at a party." The girls must be talking about him.
He smirked. "Wait I think I'm getting it now! Your reason for talking to me in the first place." Penny looked nervous a moment, probably because he'd raised his voice. Penny glanced at the teacher to see if they were drawing attention. "You're in love, aren't you?" He said softly in a mocking, lighthearted way. "Does it hurt deep inside this maiden's heart when her love turns her away?" He acted dramatic.
Penny seemed embarrassed. "I know you're teasing, but, I really did crush on you." She admit.
He pitied her bad taste. "What? You a member of the Stoppable fan club?"
"Trust me." She leaned in. "I'm not the only girl curious about the hottest guy in school."
He received another text from his loving girlfriend. The pictures have kept getting more risqué as the day drags on. "This talk about doing whatever you want, I just don't feel like I'm a good person. I mean, it feels good to do stuff you shouldn't, but it's just wrong, isn't it?"
"I see you want to be a good boy and behave, like mommy and daddy wants. I see it like this, Ron. Most people in the world will only know each other surface-level, because the truth is, deep down, people are bad at heart. It's human nature. I think that for the sake of our own individual personal happiness, everyone should be somewhat selfish."
His eyes squinted. "And this comes from our key club president."
"I'm a selfless, kindhearted person though, so, you know." Penny smiled. "I'm special exception."
"Oh you're special alright. Might be worst out of any of us." Ron joked. "Should watch out for you."
"Likewise, Mad Dog. In this school, everyone has their own little façade so we can be accepted by our peers, but the truth is, we all want what we shouldn't have. I think there is absolutely nothing wrong with doing what your heart desires. In fact, it takes courage to."
Be more honest, huh. There's one thing he's wanted since he'd woken up, and it's been driving him half mad. Ron looked at his phone again. Kim was in the girl's change rooms and showing off the underwear under her skirt. He lost his reason. If he could catch her at her locker, they could skip class, go to the house while no one was home.
It was his turn to go on the offensive.
Bonnie remembered when sitting here at the senior's table was a damn privilege. She learned that from Amelia, one of the only people in the world she looked up to. As of now, it was a free for all. As long as you were friends with the right people you could sit here. No longer for the greats, as it used to be. It was an awkward time back in junior high too. Bonnie did adhere to the food chain then, but it wasn't as strict. Hence why she would talk to Ron and Kim. Even tried to help them the same way she once helped Tara. As under her tutelage, even the lowest on the food chain can rise. Now though, it seems like things were coming full circle.
Her senior year table was full of lame wannabes. The couplings that came with prom resulted in a lot of intermingling between cliques. Everyone was dating somebody now, and because of that, in some way or another you would end up having to associate with people you really didn't want to. A crowd of students were at their tables. A wide variety of youth that quite frankly weren't deserving of Bonnie's time or attention. Others here included Steph, a boar-like, short and pudgy bully. Despite being ugly herself she's the first to insult any girl she sees. Funnily enough, her boyfriend Cayden makes her look thin, which was a smart choice on her account. Jessica quite famously said Cayden had even bigger boobs than her. Cayden actually used to be fit, but got lazy over the summer, so most of his muscle turned to fat. Bonnie never would have talked to them if it wasn't for Tara's boyfriend Jason, Cayden's basketball teammate.
"Moron gave me the wrong address and still had the nerve to ask me if I was still coming to buy it. Yeah sure I'll still come, to kick you in the face." Diaz said.
Bonnie was only half listening to Diaz. She did not belong here. Bonnie didn't care how much of a master she was at disguising how ugly she was using an instagram filter. Given how many people were here, there were a multitude of conversations happening at once, with the next being even less interesting than the last. Bonnie has been bored as of late. She has it all, in terms of looks and popularity, and yet she still feels unsatisfied. There was no one really for her to impress at school anymore, now that she was on the top of the food chain.
Kim's near constant lovey dovey, public displays of affection was the talk of the school right now.
"Kim really could have done much better than that dweeb," Cayden said. "I can't believe the whole school thinks he's such a big deal all of a sudden." He is still bitter about being booted from the football team and had to settle for their third-rate basketball team. It figures he has failed to mention how Ron's well on his way into the National Football League with his recent performances as quarterback, with talent scouts even showing up at their games just to see him in action.
Mary Giereanu made fun of Ron, "You know back when he was just a nobody, he thought I was into him, just because I said hello. He must have been super desperate for a girlfriend, I have to guess that must be partly why he managed to guilt Kim into dating him."
"Yet he assumes Tara here wasn't interested after kissing him on the cheek and flirting with him everyday. Funny guy." Walter said. Walter is a pretty decent looking guy that's trying to make it big as an actor, though he comes to school every now and then as a semi-celebrity.
"Look at the difference between Mary and Tara on the school food chain, and voila. There's your answer." Bonnie explained. "Ron must have assumed she was low enough."
Mary's eyes turned into a squint. "What?"
"I think she's saying Ron is out of your league." Steph smirked.
"Listen don't take this personally," Bonnie said. "But you used to be kind of a weird emo loner in junior high. Don't you all remember Bloody Mary?" She couldn't help but laugh a little, bringing up her embarrassing little phase from way back then when they were younger. "I mean you used to talk to yourself because you had no actual friends to talk to."
"Could you not?" Walter looked angry. It must be a source of shame for Mary. "That wasn't a good time for her."
"It's fine." Mary said. "It's just a rib. No harm done."
Tara giggled quietly with a hand covering her mouth.
"Should watch what you say. She learned a bit of judo from her boyfriend, you know." Natasha noted with a knowing grin.
Tara remembered, "Tran? You still date that loser?"
Natasha knew Bonnie wouldn't take a fake tough guy piss ant like him seriously, and she didn't. "Oooh. I'm shaking." Bonnie replied, though, what is shocking is the fact that no one has ever laid their hands on her in her many years of making fun of people, Kim included.
About a minute passed. The kids droned on about some television show. Ron is no different than the losers she's sitting with now. No, at least he stands out as his own man. All these faces start to blur, with how boring her life is now. Mary was offended enough to leave, though she did it quietly so no one would take notice, which was funny in its own right. Walter and Diaz went with her. Bonnie wonders how Diaz and Mary are able to get along despite the fact that they liked the same guy. Mary might be dating the judo captain, but Bonnie can see right through it, with the way she acts around Walter. She wasn't cheating outright, but if she had the chance to, she would make a trade.
But even putting people like Mary in their place was getting boring, although, Bonnie still found herself smiling a bit by her pitiful reaction and not even getting a word in. She knew she stood no chance if it came down to insults, especially since Bonnie is leaps and bounds more popular and attractive than her, by far. Mary is just a pathetic loser that thinks herself high. Bonnie has made several girls like that run off and sob pathetically in the washrooms. Bonnie only did this to those that deserved it, and the girls in Middleton High were no saints. It was only last week that mentally ill Miranda tried ripping Diaz's hair out with some shears.
"What's with you defending Ron?" Some asian named Fanny asked. "I took you for a girl that can see that guy for what he really is."
"Yeah. With the way you were acting, it sounds like you're having a change of heart." Natasha said. "You're usually so feisty, like, whenever Ron's brought into the convo you feel the need to rant on and on about him. My friends used to say you had a raging hate boner for the dude."
"Can you confirm this?" Jason asked, "Do you have a hate boner, Bonnie?" Bonnie ignored him and his failed attempt at being funny. She never liked Jason very much, but tolerated him for Tara's sake.
"I thought you used to be kind of into him, Fanny?" Tara asked. Bonnie at first believed she was talking to her, caught off guard.
"The keywords are 'used to' here." Fanny said. "Found out recently the guy's a Jew, in every sense of the word."
Natasha smirked in dull surprise. She like most teenage girls, loved roasts and the outrage that came from it. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"I'm half joking, but really. He acts all cocky, and always wants to have things go his way, then when things don't, he plays at being the victim like he's the only person in the world with problems. It's really, really obnoxious. You guys have no clue because you probably haven't read up on it, but guys like Ron think they are literally chosen by god, without being ironic about it or anything."
"Hey I used to think I could be a superhero back in like, elementary school." Natasha said. "All power to him."
Fanny mouthed off, "As if he really thinks any kind of chosen one would look like some uggo like him. He seriously gets on my nerves."
"Ron might be a loser, but he is not ugly!" Tara said, right in front of her boyfriend. He just laughed it off, being used to her ditzy comments. Fanny talked like she thought Ron was an ugly guy, when he has always been at least average in Bonnie's books. Now he looked way better after Kim forced him to workout daily, and got him a needed wardrobe change. No more of that brown jersey.
"Hey. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Mahnoor said, which is rich, coming from the most glaring butterface of the former cheerleader backups. And that is putting it nicely, there is a reason she's a former cheerleader. Nothing sadder than a failed benchwarmer. Goes to show that cheerleading isn't something just any girl can do easily. "If I recall correctly, last year's Homecoming queen thought he was hot before, and she hasn't even seen what the new Ron looks like."
"Wait, seriously?" Bonnie was taken aback at that. That must be a lie. Amelia could never actually like Ron. Then again, even back before he turned out to be a football stud, one minute girls were all calling him a loser, and then the next minute, they're really into him. It's all very peculiar.
"Can't hate on the guy for being Jewish.. kind of absurd to even think that way in this day and age." Jason said. Even though there was some beef between the basketball team and football team, Jason still seemed neutral toward Ron. There weren't any football players here because Jason's basketball team has beef with them. She'd naturally have to side with Jason seeing as how her best friend's dating him.
Tara said, "We only hate him because he can be a dense jerk. Not because of his political beliefs." Tara looked at her best friend for approval.
Bonnie scratched her head at her friend's confusion between politics and religion. Bonnie had her own personal reasons to hate Ron. Three reasons she can name on the spot. He is infuriating, he can be irrational at times, and worst of all, he cares very little about doing anything unless it was for the great Kim Possible. Now he's only one of those things, for the most part. "I have always hated him," she lied. "That hasn't changed in years." Sometimes, Bonnie forgets to differentiate between her lies and her truths, or even know which is which. Her mother says she's a good liar. Maybe that's what made her so good. A liar that believes in her own lies can be pretty hard to catch.
"Me too.. I'm the exact same." Tara said quickly, poking at her empty plate with a plastic spoon.
"Please. We all saw how you were rooting for Ron when he finally got with Kim," Mahnoor said to Tara. "For a moment you must have forgotten about your grudge. Until they started dancing of course." Bonnie silently had to agree. Tara was at first happy for Ron, until she realized Kim one-upped them all. Bonnie hasn't seen such a bright girl like Tara look so vindictive before. Tara felt cheated out of her first love, and even expressed frustrations about peer pressure and the like. She kept waiting and waiting her the heartache to end with every new date, but it's an ongoing train of disappointing romantic partners. Jason thought he upset Tara and that entire night he had the same sullen look as his date did. Bonnie was the shoulder Tara cried on for a week. "Aren't you supposed to be friends with Kimberly?" Jason asked.
"She's cool." Fanny said. "It's her boyfriend I can't stand. I kid about disliking him for being a Jew, but yeesh, he is such a man-child that thinks he's special."
There are many girls of that type. Fanny acts all nice in front of the people she finds disgusting. In a way, it's more kind than rude. Kim definitely wouldn't be talking to Fanny in such a casual manner if she knew what was said here today. If it was Bonnie, she would be saying that kind of stuff straight to the person's face. Fanny acts nice to everyone until their back is turned. Bonnie does do that too though, but she's not inconsistent in the way she treats specific people, except maybe when it comes to Ron.
Fanny continued, "Middleton is home to geniuses that create the kind of crap you see straight out of movies. It's only a matter of time until they figure out time travel. Once that happens, then we can see if there really was some god making oceans split in half." With all the changes in the world, religion was being lost to time. The only moments in her life Bonnie has heard about these gods, are from losers trying to insult her. 'The gods are the ones who gave you all these gifts in life, and you use them to belittle people,' it's cringe-inducing lectures like that she hears from people, on occasion.
Kind of ironic, considering all the people that literally worship the ground she walks on. She wondered if any of them who insult her even practiced religion, or if they just wanted to act like they were better than her by bragging about just how much of a good person they are and use god as a way to prop themselves up above everyone else, which really shows they're hypocrites at the end of the day, with bigger egos than even Kim.
And their implying that Bonnie didn't earn her place at the top, that she didn't work and sweat nearly every day of her teenage life to look this good and be this talented, while they sit at home doing whatever losers do, it was so typical. "As intriguing as this conversation is," Bonnie said, grabbing her lunch tray, "I have some stuff to do. Tara?" Bonnie had no interest in listening to this bore of a girl and her ravings about the greatness of science. Bonnie hasn't ever cared much for science. Science's what glued her ass to Kim's for over twenty four hours. Not the most fun experience.
Tara obediently came with Bonnie. Her boyfriend readied for a goodbye, reaching over for her, but he didn't receive one. The inattentive Tara isn't one for being courteous.
If there's one thing Bonnie could give Ron and Kim credit for, it's rising above their loser status. Kim is blamed a lot for making other girls feel insecure even without saying a single word. Tara even being one of them, and others such as Courtney and Diaz. Bonnie didn't feel that way. She knew she was better than Kim. If Bonnie puts in effort, she can be the best out of all of them. Those yellow cheerleading uniforms she kept even though it no longer fit her was a reminder of how she can beat Kim, proof of her being victorious when it came down to who was the better captain of the cheerleading squad. And she was going to prove her superiority again.
Bonnie checked her phone again, on lookout for messages from the newest addition to her contacts list.
The entire ordeal with Adrena Lynn, the Fiske Clan, all that shit can wait. Right now he wanted to cherish the time he has with his girl. Kim had been poking at him with her sexuality, even when they didn't have class together. He was all riled up from some snaps Kim has been sending of her S-tier body.
Kim had her back turned, but no matter from where he was looking, it was like she was flaunting her well-defined bubble butt she inherited from her mother. As a cheerleader, she knew how to move in such a motion that drew you in and get your full, undivided attention. He cursed himself again for not letting out his pent up sex drive last night, and wanted nothing more than to have her spread her long, perfect legs open for him so he can do every dirty possible thing imaginable to her.
She wasn't the only person at her locker though. One of her old ex-boyfriends, Walter Nelson's there, to spoil his fun. He was much better looking than he was in junior high. He looked really happy. Too happy. Maybe Ron needed to calm down, after all they could just be having a casual conversation, but Ron had the insane idea in his head that Kim could be looking for a man that could treat her better. He may have looked down on girls like Isabelle, but Penny made it clear that Isabelle isn't so different from other girls, or even any guy. A woman wants to feel pleasure. And last night he was far from being even a decent boyfriend, making Kim feel like she was undesirable. He put his own feelings about having a standard relationship over her own needs, taking her all for granted.
The only person that's keeping them from what they want was him, and no one else.
His heart thumped as he paced towards her. Kim must be able to sense him coming near.
"Oh, babe!" She felt his hand on her bare shoulder turn her around to face him. He didn't let her say anything else. Ron decided to show this guy how it's done. He gave Kim a kiss that would last for days, full of passion and desire. She didn't fight it, in fact she pulled him closer. He pushed her up against her locker. His brain actually tickled from how good the kiss was, and he knew Kim felt the same by her small moans. They stopped so they could have some time for air. He could hear the sound of her breath.
He didn't turn away from her, but his left eye glared scornfully at Walter. Just looking at him, he was like those other hundreds of fuck boys trying to slide into Kim's DM's drawn to how beautiful she is. "Walter right? I remember you from waayy back. I'm real grateful to you for messing it up back then with the braces incident, otherwise, it might be you with the hottest girl in school hanging around your arm." Kim had the special ability of staying on good terms with pretty much all of her ex-boyfriends. Not a single bad thing they had to say about her.
"Ron! That was rude.."
He ignored what Kim said. He didn't care one bit about some random nobody who messed up his chances with his best friend before. The guy must have some problems himself for not turning away when they were making out. Though, he was far from the only onlooker. "About what we talked about Kim. It's been on my mind for the entire day. I think you and I need to take a good, long talk at home.." Ron must be more physically imposing than he realized, with the way Walter was looking at him.
"Can't it wait until after school?" She teased him. "Ah-!"
He grabbed her luscious, cheerleader ass with his large hand, giving it a nice, firm squeeze. Her pants were very thin, giving him a real feel of the plumpness. Ron knew how the guys at school salivated at the mouth watching Kim do her cheerleading routines. His thoughts wandered to her little skirt fluttering in the wind, as she worked her perfect body to a sweat at his football games, wearing an outfit that left little to the imagination. She's spent years on her form, staying in tip top shape. She always liked to do squats right in front of him too, just to remind him how womanly she really was.
"Now."
Her mouth widened. Her lips let out a gasp. He half expected her to whack his hand away.
"Sorry. I need to take Kim from you." Ron held her by her tight little waist. Kim wore nothing but brightly colored crop tops, which gave guys an eyeful of her cleavage and lower body. The old Ron might've been ashamed of what he was doing, but he was done playing around. He is damn proud he has Kim as his girlfriend, and no useless sense of shame was going to hold him back from making Kim happy.
"But Kim, what about-"
"We'll have to talk about it later okay? Sorry." Kim said, not even letting the poor guy finish. She had a shy grin, and unabashedly allowed her beloved boyfriend to lead her away, which almost seemed like a first given how their relationship used to be. "You horndog." Ron has long gone past his breaking point, and didn't care how he acted in front of others. Once he was far enough, she said, "You're so mean, embarrassing me in front of my ex like that."
Ron felt sorry for anyone that dated Kim, seeing as how any girl after would feel like a major downgrade. "I bet he still has a crush on you like all the rest of the guys. It's pitiful."
"Jelling much?" Kim called him out. Her voice turned sensual and teasing, "If all it took to get you like this was talking to any random boy, I should have done it sooner."
He stopped walking down the halls. She must have realized what she said wasn't what any guy would like to hear. That kind of behavior needed punishment, and she knew just how sweet his revenge would be. But he knew she deeply trusted him not to take it too far. It's a fine line. He brushed his hand on her chest and growing breasts. He worked his way up along her neck and chin. Her natural beauty only added to how attractive she was. Her famed auburn hair, and a face blessed with ideal effeminate features.
"You have been a bad girl, Kim. And with the way you're still talking to me," Ron said in a calm, firm voice. He slowly pressed his fingers on her glossy lips, and Kim willingly let them slide right into her warm, inviting mouth. "It sounds like you need punishment. After what you put me through, I think I deserve a little fun too. Don't you agree?" Her pretty green eyes were locked in his. The football MVP towered over the teenage heroine. Like a scared, petite kitten, Kimberly nodded, sliding her wet tongue around his large fingers.
Men have been going in and out the estate all week. They were gathering for meetings. Bonnie was scarcely told anything about her boyfriend's father. Junior's poised to take over the family fortune. For now she could use him for his money. He wasn't bad on the eyes either and is a clear upgrade over Brick. If only Junior wasn't such a narcissist, and cared a little more about her. Then again, a clingy guy isn't exactly what she wanted out of a man either. But he will have to do, at least for now.
Bonnie and Tara dropped by for workouts. Having a private gym all to yourself was always nice.
For the most part Bonnie is left alone by the men here. She was the girlfriend of the future heir to the throne, so pissing her off was not the best idea. She did have a taser with her just in case though. She knew how much of a head-turner she was, and she wasn't about to let any guy touch her.
The only person she had to talk to here was the head of security, who was given a nickname shortened from his criminal codename, Trey. He was a large man who reminded her of Middleton's football team coach. He wore shades and a suit like most of the men here, and would fetch whatever Bonnie wanted like drinks or towels.
Bonnie wore a low cut, sleeveless tank as she always did. Tara was still in her gym uniform. A white tee with red bloomers. She didn't look fashionable but she didn't want to have to deal with extra laundry. Besides, there's no one here to judge, no one important anyway. The girls finished off working out their glutes with a bridge hip lift.
It's finally the weekend. Bonnie felt anticipation.
Bonnie actually froze up when she saw Ron today. She didn't know what came over her. She was usually good at being assertive. But she didn't know how to act, or if she should even act at all. She hasn't felt shyness since, well, ever. Ron didn't try to talk with her either. There was no way he would ignore a girl like her. Maybe he didn't notice her walk by. But, he has her cell phone number now. He should message her any minute now. All the selfies she got from her boyfriend was met with annoyance. She was waiting on Ron's, as weird as that might sound.
"I guess I'll have to make the first move." Bonnie grunted. "Even when he isn't doing anything he finds ways to irritate me."
"What are you talking about?" Tara asked.
Bonnie decided to give her the details. "I'm just going to tell you so you don't act shocked later on. I'm trying to.. get close to Ron."
Tara looked shocked and then excited. "Wow, that's, I can't believe it. It's really true what the girls were saying, you do like him!" Tara put her hands on both her cheeks. "But I thought we hate him though? Like, I stopped talking to him and everything. Even called him really, awful stuff I wish I could take back." She sounded guilty. Ron has always been dense about girls. Tara pretty much turned on him for that, and ended up being one of his big detractors for a time, changing her mind about him every other week.
"We do hate him, just let me explain." Tara is pretty dumb. A good girl though. Pretty too. But dumb. "I'm going to turn him against his girlfriend by making him fall in love with me. Men always want what they can't have, especially a pathetic virgin like Ron that Kim has by a leash. Any guy like that is easy. By the time I'm done, I'll have Ron wrapped around my little pinky."
"You're going to homewreck her!" Tara exclaimed. "Can.. I help?"
"Nope." Knowing Tara, she'd probably fall in love with Ron all over again and spill the beans. Bonnie took a sip from her bottle of water.
"Wait but will you actually date Ron? How can you date Ron? The guy you hate?"
"We talked about this. I hate him, but I don't 'hate' hate him."
Tara looked irritated. "That's kind of unfair though, you get to be the one who gets to go on dates with him, when I saw him first."
"Tara. You're not single anymore. And for the last time, I'm not crushing."
"Well if you don't hate hate, isn't that love hate?"
"Drop it Tara." It's like having a daughter, always answering every dumb question.
Bonnie flirted with the idea of dating Ron before. Maybe it's time to give it a shot. She was still young after all, and Ron was entering his prime. She was sure it would drive Kim crazy which would be hilarious. The original plan was just to break them up, but maybe Bonnie could drag this out for a few laughs.
It was a cathartic feeling back then. The gloating she did after the exchange student chose her over both Kim and her best friend Monique, too. The blow must have hurt Kim's inflated ego so bad. Imagine how she'd feel if it was her actual boyfriend. Ron had the chance to correct the mistake he made years ago and go for a girl that's actually worthy of the title 'homecoming queen'. Bonnie could follow in the footsteps of school idols like Amelia, taking her place on top.
Bonnie and Tara left Junior's gym and entered the main foyer. A few workers and suits glanced at them as they passed on by. They were a pretty sight and was almost suited to an environment like. Their mansion here was luxurious. It is exactly what she would want as a place to call home. It was kept clean too. Plants are well watered, the entire building had a superb décor, fit with chandeliers, paintings, and sofas for guests. This was just one of the many estates her boyfriend's father owned, too. It's insane how loaded they are.
"Don't you feel bad doing that to her?" Tara asked. "She's still our captain."
"Kim's the one pining after guys only because we liked them first. Brick, Ron, Bobby, and Josh to name a few. I think it's about time she's served her own medicine."
"And Ron? How is he going to feel, when you break his heart?"
For some reason Tara cherishes the memory of Ron saving their lives back at that camp. "Get the stars out of your eyes, girl. It's his own fault for being so dense." Ron is a really gullible guy. It actually is kind of cute at times. Back when they were younger, Bonnie would always trick him into doing something crazy. This wasn't even the first time she's lied about liking him. He might have changed in appearance, but he is still the same fool Bonnie's known since grade school.
While it might seem simple, having to work on Ron with Kim hanging around could be trouble. Kim could already feel something up, just from inferring coming to her place then was a declaration of war. Ron might not even have bought her story, though she did a great job improvising. She wondered about what she had said, as some of it she hadn't prepared beforehand, like bringing up her supposed attraction to him, and how she was jealous of their relationship. Bonnie remembered when Kim broke up with Josh she said to Kim was so in denial. Kim fired back that Bonnie tends to project her own insecurities onto others. She really begged to differ. Bonnie isn't the jealous one. It's the other way around. Always has been.
To win a man she would have to bide her time. She had her own limits, too. She did know how it was going to end though. Ron added to her ever growing collection of boys that can't resist her. This wasn't going to end the same way with Josh and Brick choosing Kim over her. Bonnie still is mortified for the ridicule she endured. To think she tried to take Kim under her wing at one point in time. She should have known better to try and change ungrateful losers that never listen.
"Finally. Some good news."
"What?" Tara asked.
"We've done it- Well, I've done it." She rephrased it. "You didn't do anything." Bonnie now has ten thousand followers on social media. Or rather, disgusting, hungry pigs that are useful for one thing. Opening their wallets and getting her views. Not that Bonnie wasn't earning every cent. She worked hard. Many are dismissive and even critical of how girls like her benefit from social media. Bonnie thought they were getting their money's worth, being able to see a living, breathing goddess. She knows there are some guys even at school obsessed with her. She is everything a guy could ever want, after all.
Bonnie is popular on social media. She does vlogs, makeup tutorials, and dances. People are calling her the most beautiful girl in Middleton, and she knows they're right. Funnily enough she doesn't need to take her clothes off for people to pay her. An alluring smile, a few confident flips of the hair, addressing thanks to her followers with an angelic voice, and a couple lip sync dance choreos was more than enough to please the masses. She makes it look so effortless.
On her phone, she went through the feed to find a video of Ron. Kim uploaded a time lapsed, body transformation video of her boyfriend, set to lame inspirational music. She has actually taken a peek, but deviously never left a like. Might as well see what she's in for if the guy was going to put the moves on her was why she's checking it out. What's nice is, now her hanging out with Ron wouldn't be too out of the ordinary considering he managed to somewhat climb the social ladder. Gone was the scrawny dweeb from before. He may have changed a lot from a physical standpoint, but Bonnie knows his change is all a façade to try to move up the food chain.
Bonnie didn't miss his familiar young look, and his cuter prepubescent voice. But Ron couldn't stay the same old kid forever. Ron's change was gradual, joining the football team, training in Japan, and committing to becoming a stronger man that can keep up with his girlfriend physically. He's even pledged to stop being a regular at their fast food joint. The relapse of no-nacos has been, in his own words, 'painful', but with these results, Ron had nothing to complain about.
On their way out they ran into a man Junior himself despises. One of the only things Bonnie and her boo agreed on was that this man was a rat. Wheeler sees Bonnie as Junior's slut, and has a shit eating grin whenever Junior's father calls her daughter. Wheeler thinks she's just another golddigger, a dime a dozen slut. A ton of guys might wish that were the case, so they spread those kinds of rumors. Bonnie's virginity is still intact, and she's not about to let just anyone have it like the other dumb girls at her school.
"Senor Senior Senior's an impressive piece of work, to have guys who already got it made like yourself on board with what he has in mind. It's a damn accomplishment." Wheeler walked with a swagger. Whatever was going on in those meetings is anyone's guess, but one thing was certain. It's not her business and she preferred it that way.
"I have always held some deep respect, unfounded at first, but with the numbers he's bringing in- Now who do we have here?" Pop Pop noticed the girls. He whistled. "It's always a blessing to see such fine young beauties at my age."
"Why, thank you!" Tara is naively grateful receiving any kind of compliment. Bonnie and Tara intimidate most guys at school for being on the top of the food chain. But guys who grow out of it inevitably become catcalling losers like this disgusting old fart.
"Oh the broad." Wheeler said carelessly. "You girls have any idea who this man is?" He liked to act like he's the only one in the know.
"Pop Pop Porter. Entrepreneur. One of the richest men in Middleton." Bonnie was well aware. The wealthy and successful are celebrated in Middleton frequently. "I think the better question to ask is if Mr. Porter has any idea who you are, Mr. Wheeler?" Porter looked to Wheeler.
Bonnie would like nothing more than to take this opportunity to knock this smug prick down a peg.
"Should be interesting. Go right ahead, tell Pop Pop what you know."
Bonnie looked at the bearded man. "A sleazy con artist. Prosecuted for fraud after attempting to steal the family fortune. Father Senior took back what was rightfully his and made a fool of Wheeler." Bonnie said. Junior had told her the story. "And now here you are waltzing around as one of father's stooges, begging for his scraps. Don't you have any shame at all?"
"Whoa- hey, sure, I lost to Senor Senior Senior fair and square, but even he found what I did impressive. Whole reason why he hired me. I'm guessin' that, the 'intelligent' baby boy Senior still don't like me much for fooling him and has been talking smack.. Am I right?"
Bonnie said, "Well, you are a pathetic scam artist, one willingly serving the people that beat you. Junior has a low opinion of you for good reason."
"I see it like this. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em." Wheeler shrugged. "You oughta take those words to heart, tuts."
"Little lady." Pop Pop said. "Take this from a man that has decades of experience working in a competitive market. Let bygones be bygones, especially if it means you'll profit from it. If I still held a grudge for what Senior once did to the Billionaire's Club resort a year back, I wouldn't be able to take part in something even grander now." Wheeler smirked as if he had somehow won this little dispute by not having any pride at all. Bonnie couldn't understand how anyone could just forgive and forget.
A large, gruff man as wide as a bear and wearing a kilt approached them, accompanied by a woman with skull paint over her face. Sad. She'd look at least half decent without it, at least judging by her facial features. There was something very off about her though. She was too lanky, like there's something about her not quite human.
He thoughtlessly flicked a cigarette right on their marble floor.
"Ah. Killigan, something I can do for you?" Wheeler said, nervous.
"Have a question about an old business transaction. From what I hear, Senior's son Junior wasn't always on board with being a criminal." Killigan said. He still isn't, Bonnie knew. He whines like a little girl about it. "Then he was given tutelage by Drakken's henchwoman, and just like that, Senior's boy grew into a capable man. Would you recommend her teaching newcomers in the game?"
"Well, I wasn't there at the time. But the paperwork and results were kept in file. Her pay ain't cheap let me tell you, but it seemed after that period of time, Senior's boy learned a bit on how to protect himself." Wheeler said. If there was one thing Junior was good at, it's taking care of himself.
That man Killigan's eyes were piercing right through her. For some reason, it was unnerving. Everything about him, including the way he dresses, is ridiculous, but somehow she instinctively knew one word of disrespect would lead to her being thrown face first into some back alley ditch.
"I've a quick question for the girl, too." That's one thing she specifically didn't want to hear. "You have a name, don't you, girl?"
She quickly answered. "Bonnie Rockwaller." This crossdressing Scotsman didn't seem the type to listen to backtalk and take it lying down like Wheeler. As much as Bonnie would enjoy telling him he looked extremely out of place in a building full of formally dressed people, she more enjoyed not being beaten and killed. Bonnie was better than Kim in every way that counted, but she wasn't so eager to throw her life away like that loser would.
"Bonnie Rockwaller, huh. Cute name- reminds me of an old story passed around in Florida. You're familiar with the whelp, aren't you? Go to the same high school, you and him."
"Me and Junior?" She shook her head. "We met at a party."
"Nay. I'm talking about blondie: Kim Possible's partner." Tara looked at Bonnie with concern.
How the fuck would he know that?
Bonnie kept a straight face. She said, "Yes. We're not close, far from it. Sometimes wish I'd never met that jerk."
"Ohh? Hate him same as us then eh?"
She didn't want criminals associating them together. That might make her a target.
He lightly chuckled. "Hah. Can see you're awfully grateful for his work. I hear folk sing his praises, but, I don't know the lad as well as you runts that sees him on the daily. Tell me something about this Ron. He the type to sacrifice himself?" He asked with intrigue. "For instance, he'd take a bullet for some shrew who couldn't care less about him?" She took a pause. Her body ran cold, as if her instincts was telling her there was an actual gun pointed at her.
Killigan's twisted smile was one of pure evil. Bonnie's silence seemed a good enough answer for him. "This has been very helpful. Thanks Wheeler." And those eyes, she hated most.
"Hey, is what I'm here for." He said graciously in true bootlicking fashion.
Killigan left them. "Send the laddie my regards."
Author's Note: A special thanks to reviewer Mindless Violence Fan. I can spend an hour just reading your thoughts on stories. I get this is a lemon, so reviewing can be out of the question for readers who want to keep their interest in erotica stories private, but feel free to PM me too to leave any thoughts. I don't think it will affect the direction of the story though. All set in stone. But it's nice to hear what others think.
I would also like to note, while it might seem like there are a lot of original characters here, every person is canon and has appeared on the show. But if someone requests so, I can put in the effort to make a character sheet for more dedicated readers really into this story, but as these are minor characters that won't appear often and in such abundance, I don't think it's necessary for the time being. I've taken many screenshots from the show for this reason. None of the students introduced here (save for the obvious) are harem girls.
Keep in mind that not all information presented, especially by human beings that have opinions, is factual. Also, true to real life, people can be right for the wrong reasons, or extremely insensitive when it comes to other people. And while there are people in our lives that are subject to dislike for being controversial, lessons can still be learned from them. These are key elements to any story I think readers should pick up on. In my last story people mistake the ramblings of some pretty awful people for facts. Much of this story is misdirection. Be prepared for twists, although most of it is predictable. This is a fanservice-oriented story first.
That author's note went on long. Next, we'll be taking a stroll down memory lane.