"Global Justice doesn't often involve itself in simple thefts," Dr. Director told Kim and Ron. "Even when the thief has extraordinary abilities. We've taken an exception here, because of the two of you, and the implications of what you reported to me."
Kim looked at Ron, who looked like he was ready to throw up.
"I don't know the details, yet." The one-eyed woman informed them. "But from what I do know, and what I know of you, I'd suspect that you were manipulated more than anything else. Understand, Ron, that because of the many favors you have done for Global Justice, we are both prying into your personal life and willing to bend a few rules that we ordinarily would not."
"Dr. Director, what are you getting at?" Kim asked, when Ron appeared to be too shook up to talk.
"We have a complicated situation," the Head of Global Justice stated, taking a seat in the briefing room that the Beverly Hills Police Department had loaned her. "First of all, Ron is...if not an assert of Global Justice, a strong ally. Secondly, Mr. Stoppable is strongly affiliated with the Yamanouchi School. Global Justice does not have any sort of alliance with this organization, but we know some of what they do, just as they probably know some of what we do. As our goals are usually the same, we tend to keep out of each other's way. Leon is claiming that she has major news about Ron and the encounter that she claims to have had with him. As I am unaware of any affiliations that Mr. Stoppable has with organizations other than Global Justice or Yamanouchi, I can only believe that this news affects one of us, as well."
"I still don't understand," Kim admitted.
"Leon is offering to reveal what she knows," Dr. Director answered. "In return for lesser charges. I don't have control over the Beverly Hills Police Department, nor law enforcement within the State of California. On the other hand, I do have influence. Ron, I want you to understand that I find the act of dropping or lessening the charges against Leon to be minor issues. Like I said, Global Justice doesn't concern itself with simple thefts. If it makes you feel any better, those celebrities that she attempted to frame are not part of the deal and will undoubtedly keep her tied up in civil courts for years after this. Even if I could talk the criminal courts into dropping everything...which I wont and she hasn't asked for...her problems are just beginning."
"Why?" Ron asked. "Why are you doing this for me?"
"Because you're worth it," Dr. Director told him. "Both for what you've done in the past and what you'll most likely do in the future. That may seem harsh, but it's the truth; you've proved your worth to my organization, so I'm willing to cut a mostly harmless heiress a little slack for your sake."
"And what do you want me to do?" The blonde asked.
"I don't even need to know what this secret is," the older woman told him. "Unless it affects worldwide crime or international stability. I'll leave it up to you if any secret is worth telling me. Agree to listen to her and if the secrets she has affect you like she thinks they will, tell me that they affect you and I'll cut her the slack. If they aren't, I'll let the city and state throw their respective books at her."
Ron dropped his gaze to the table again, and Kim was pretty sure that she knew why.
"You aren't imposing on anyone," she told her friend. "Dr. Director's right, Camille is small potatoes. Yes, she stole a lot of money and expensive items, but those are possessions, they can be replaced. What can't be replaced is the impact you have on international crime. A thief is worth letting go if it lets a hero stay active."
Ron clearly wanted to believe her. His expression rallied just a little and he sat a little more straight.
"Dr. Director?" She asked the older woman. "Would you mind if Ron and I were to have a few words?"
"I suddenly find myself needing some coffee," Dr. Director announced. "And not police station coffee, the good stuff from a shop. It'll take me about twenty minutes." She left the room, leaving the two friends alone.
"Do you think she was telling the truth?" Kim asked. "I mean Camille, not Dr. Director."
"I don't know if she has any deep, dark secrets," Ron admitted.
"No," Kim shook her head. "Was she telling the truth about the two of you?" Kim was pretty sure that she was, but wanted to get Ron talking.
"Yeah," he sighed. "That was a pretty detailed description. I mean, who besides me would wind up on an ottoman, rolling around the house, while doing something like that?"
Kim nodded. It wasn't the usual sort of thing but, she had to admit, it sounded like playful fun. "That doesn't mean it was her you were with," she told him. "What if she just saw what happened?"
"No," Ron shook his head again. "There was something about the whole thing that bothered me. I didn't know what it was for the longest time, but I finally figured it out." He faded out to silence again.
"Talk to me Ron," she urged him. "Maybe we can figure out if she has a secret or she's just playing games."
"Okay, it all started the night after the Middleton Days Festival," he told her, with the tone of someone who had just decided to jump into ice cold water and wanted to get it over with. "I was feeling really low, because even though I did the right thing, it really felt good to have you crushing on me like that."
She couldn't meet his eyes, even though they had gone over this several, painful times. If this had been a fairy tale of sorts, when the moodulator shorted out she would have realized that she should have been crushing on him all along. Unfortunately for them, she wasn't attracted to him and she wasn't about to play that game.
"It didn't help that I had learned that Tara had liked me, but I never knew."
This she felt guilty about. She knew that he didn't know that Middleton High's resident blonde bombshell was interested in him, but for some reason she had never told him. There was no excuse for it.
"I was feeling really down, so when Yori showed up, I was glad to have someone, especially a really cute girl, to hang with for a bit." He continued. "When she started things, it felt so nice to have someone wanting me that way that I just didn't think." He shook his head yet again. "The next morning, she was gone so I convinced myself it was just some wild dream. I mean, why would a girl that I had met once, for only a week, show up to sleep with me for just one night?"
She kept her peace, letting him work things through in his head.
"Then, she showed up to ask me to help her find Sensei, but she didn't bring it up," he continued. "Not one word. Then, we had the mission to Thailand and three days at a resort after it." He looked nervous when he looked to her, clearly trying to figure out what to say.
"If the two of you were intimate again, I don't need to know the details," she assured him.
"That's why I believe Camille," Ron told her, a look of relief on his face. "When Yori showed up after the Middleton Days, she called me Ron when she had called me Stoppable-san before that. When we rescued Sensei, she called me Stoppable-san, when we met up for the mission in Thailand, she called me Stoppable-san but after we...well." Ron took another deep breath. "I was Ron afterwards."
"Yori wasn't acting like Yori during the Middleton Days sitch," Kim supplied.
Ron nodded.
"So the only question is, why," she added.
Ron nodded again. "I had only known Yori for a week, but I had never met Camille at all. Why would she come to some small city in the mountain west and have a one-night stand with a teenage nobody? Besides that, you heard your brothers, she can only mimic someone who she's been in physical contact with. At some point, she came in contact with Yori and somehow learned about me. There's a lot of questions that I would like answered, but I wonder if I really want to hear them."
"I'll admit that I have a certain curiosity," she admitted to him. "But I think you know what you really should be doing."
"Face a hard truth rather than remain blissfully ignorant," he agreed with her.
"I know that you don't want anyone else to hear," she told him. "But I'd suggest that you record it. Even if you don't let anyone else hear it, you can review it yourself and pick up details you might miss the first time."
He nodded again. "Actually, can you be with me when I talk to her?"
Kim was shocked at the request, but she quickly agreed. This woman had hurt her best friend and even if she couldn't give her a beat-down, she could at least back him up.
They were alone in the conference room when she arrived. As befitted a grand theft suspect, she was handcuffed when a burly police officer, who looked a great deal like Officer Hubble, led her in via another door. He brusquely ordered her to be seated, then connected her shackles to a large ring set in the table.
"You will be unobserved," the policemen instructed the teens. "Simply knock on the door when you are finished."
Without waiting for a reply, the policeman exited the room. Kim noted that Leon's smirk was firmly in place.
"Handcuffs really don't work with me," the former heiress stated. She morphed into a toddler, who's hands easily slipped out of the restraints, then she resumed her own form, free of the cuffs.
Kim stifled a grin; Ron's wrist-mounted communicator was catching every move the suspect made.
"So, I take it you've decided to play ball with me," Camille smirked at the two. "I get lesser charges if I give you something juicy to work with."
"Only if it's worth our while," Kim answered her, when Ron hesitated to speak. "Why don't you just give us the whole story? It might be easier."
"Sure, but what's with Ron?" Camille smirked even wider. "Doesn't your tongue work? It worked really well before, and I taught you a few things to do with it."
"Why don't we just deal with the sitch in front of us?" Ron grumbled, and Kim could see the tension in his jaw.
"Fine," the socialite's superior smile told Kim that she had just scored some sort of a point, at least in her own mind. "Let's set aside the false social act for a moment; my parents are richer than the two of you can grasp but they're stingy with me. After I paid for Dr. Beaufox's treatment, I didn't have enough money to get the phone or the car I would need to make the right impression and my endorsements weren't getting me the money fast enough. The only way I could get what I needed was to grab some money on my own. I'll admit, I didn't know how to do a crime, so I got caught. That's when this girl visited me."
"Who?" Kim asked.
"I don't know her real name," Camille admitted. Then, she suddenly took the form of an Asian woman, perhaps a few years older than the teens. "This is what she looks like, but it isn't what she looked like to me. She used makeup to make her look a lot different." Camille morphed back to her usual form, her superior smile firmly on her face. "Isn't the American custom of a handshake a great thing? If I had been in China, or Korea, or Japan, or wherever they were from, we would have probably bowed to each other and I wouldn't have been able to get a lock on her."
"Noted," Ron murmured. "You said the girl a minute ago, but suddenly it became they. There was more than one person you dealt with?"
"Oh yeah," Camille told him. "This girl told me that she was part of an organization that could help my folks make the petty thefts vanish completely if I helped them out. I'm not dumb, I asked what they wanted and this girl showed me a video of the two of you fighting some freak. I recognized Kim but not you, Ron. Anyway, this girl told me that they needed to get your seed. That didn't seem too rough, so I agreed."
Kim noted that while Ron was keeping his composure, he had gone a bit pale. However, Leon seemed to be enjoying telling her story too much to notice, herself.
"I moved into an apartment, in Middleton, with her and another girl." Now, Camille morphed into Yori. Ron tensed, something that the suspect noticed, this time.
"The two of them decided that we needed to infiltrate Middleton High, to get to understand Ron's life better, so I could seduce you without you suspecting anything." Camille continued, now changing to a girl that Kim remembered from her junior year.
"Okay, who is this?" Ron asked, indicating that he remembered the girl, as well.
"I took the alias of Susan Reed," she answered, maintaining the form she was in. "A new girl in school, who just happened to be interested in journalism. Of course, I was able to interview anyone I wanted to, including all of the cheer squad."
As the teens watched, Camille morphed first into Kim, then Bonnie, then Tara, Liz, Jessica, Hope, Marcella and Crystal.
"There were a few more, as well," the shape-shifter announced, now shifting into Monique, Felix, Justine and Mr. Barkin. "Everyone is willing to talk to the school reporter; and shake her hand."
"Who was she?" Ron asked. "The girl you mimicked to be Susan Reed?"
"I don't know her name," Camille, now being Camille, shrugged her shoulders. "So many people want to meet me; hot girls who want to be famous and 'plain Janes'," the shapeshifter made the double finger gesture quotes then continued, "who wish they were hot. This was one of the last ones; a plain looking girl, cute enough but not about to turn heads, who wanted an autograph. But here's something you should know."
Now, Camille shifted back into Yori's form.
"This girl infiltrated the school with me," Leon told them. "She used cosmetics to make herself look like a white girl and she did a really good southern accent. She went by the name of Cathy, or Cindy, or Cory; something like that. She played some instrument in the band and was really keeping an eye on you, Ron. Both of them had a professional interest, but for this girl...Yana...Cory...I can't remember her name, it was personal. She tried to hide it, but she didn't like what they were doing to you...and she really didn't like that I was going to do it." The sneer on Yori's face looked completely out of place. "I think she'd have rather done it herself."
Kim snuck a glance at Ron, seeing that his features were set, forcing any emotion from his face.
"We watched you," Camille was back in Susan's form, looking intently at Ron. "We watched you for weeks and talked to everyone around you. They wanted to find out who you most likely would do it with, and who you wouldn't get suspicious of if it happened. Most of the girls didn't even know you existed. Of the few who thought of you as anything more than an afterthought, a couple just looked down on you while a few thought you were funny and nice, but a couple were actually interested in you." Now, she wore Tara's form. "The two I was working for decided that this girl would be the best one to seduce you, but I had other plans. I don't like being bossed around and these two were getting really bossy. The only person who they said I couldn't be when I did the deed was Kim." She pointed to the redhead.
"Why not me?" Kim asked.
"They said something about not wanting to complicate things between the two of you," Camille, now looking like Kim, shrugged. "I guess they like the fact that he was your sidekick.
"Then came the week of the Middleton Days Festival," Camille, looking like Yori again, addressed Ron. "I mean, what kind of a town and school makes parade floats honoring a pickle factory? Anyway, Cory was really upset because Kim was all over you, she thought that you'd just hooked up good with each other and there wouldn't be any getting the two of you apart so I could get what they needed. Then came your drama at the festival, and she knew that you'd be feeling really, really down. I gotta hand it to her, she knew how to play you, but I decided to play her. I thought that if she had something for you, it must mean that you had met before, so instead of being the blue-eyed blonde, I was her."
"I learned a few things from you," still wearing Yori's form, Camille put her hands behind her head. "I learned her name. It's just too bad I can't remember it. You greeted me with her name and talked about something called Yumihoochie, or Yorisloochie, or something like that. I'd say I did a good job of getting some secrets out."
"What happened afterwards?" Ron asked. "I woke up alone."
"I took your form," now, she looked like Ron. "And left in the early hours of the morning. I figured nobody would question that. Cory picked me up, took the vial of your stuff I had collected and dropped me off at a pretty good hotel. A couple of days later, they told me they didn't need me any more and put me on a flight to LA. Now, care to hear what I figured out?"
"I...guess..." Ron sighed.
"I think one of them used what I got from you," Leon now looked like Leon. "I mean, there wasn't any fancy freezer things or anything like that. They had also warned me that they might need me around for a bit after I took care of you. Either they were working with someone else nearby, or it was one of them. We both know the only reason you need what I got them. I'm willing to bet that you're a dad."
Ron looked sick again.
"Well," he said. "I can't say that I'm happy to hear what you said, but I think I needed to. You kept up your part of the bargain. We'll do our best to get the charges dropped to less serious ones."
"Oh, I think you can do better than that," Camille smiled broadly at him. Suddenly, she was Kim. "I can mimic your friend here, you tell the cops that she's actually me and I walk out of here with you. They'll figure out that they really have Kim before too long, but it'll give me a head start. Nobody can vanish into a crowd like I can."
"Why would I want to do something like that?" Ron growled at her.
"Because I can make it up to you." Camille was back to being Camille. "Think of it, Ron, I can be anyone I've ever touched. Wouldn't that be worth it for you?"
"No!" Kim wasn't sure if he was angry or just firm with the answer.
"Don't be so sure," Camille's smirk was very wide. "You think I'm ignorant of the life you real teens live, but I've seen it all before. I know what the high school cliques are all like and I know how people on the business end of it can hate it. I had weeks to see what Middleton High was all about and how you fitted into it. You went out on missions to save the world and nobody even remembered your name. You helped the squad entertain the fans and win competitions and the squad treated you like something less than a person. You rescued them all at Camp Wannapeek, or Gottasin...nobody seemed all that clear...but they called you a loser. Don't you think it's time for a little payback?"
"It was never about..." Ron tried to protest, but was cut off.
"How many years did you put up with my being bossy?" Now, Camille had morphed into Kim, wearing her cheer uniform. "I was the one who called the shots, I dragged you along on missions but did I ever see you as anything more than someone to help me be famous?"
"Stop that!" Kim yelled at her, ready to jump over the table and commit an act of brutality towards a prisoner.
"See what I mean?" Camille, in Kim's flesh, sneered at the original. "She can't even sit back and let you make up your own mind."
Stunned, Kim dropped back into her chair and concentrated on shutting her mouth again.
"How long did you want her?" Camille continued, now hiking up the skirt in a seductive gesture. "Everyone at your school saw it; you think she didn't? And you weren't even a boy to her. Well, this is your chance to show her what you are."
"Stop it," Ron grated out, his jaws clenched.
"Oh, not into that?" Now, Camille took Bonnie's form. "I insulted you constantly, even called your performance as the mascot lame. I let you do your routines so I could have breaks during games, but did I ever thank you for them? Did I ever give you a pat on the back when your mascot work gave us those few extra points to win a competition? No, I called you a loser for it. Well, here's your chance for payback." She lunged partway across the table separating them, looking him in the eye while displaying her upper body. Ron slid his chair backwards in shock. She just smiled. "Just so you know, I don't mind it rough."
"This isn't working," Ron had regained his composure and, Kim was pleased to note, seemed more offended than tempted.
"Oh, you don't like the revenge angle?" Camille asked. Still stretched partway across the table, she morphed into Tara, still wearing a cheerleader uniform. "I can be innocent."
She slid back to her side of the table, slowly, her blue eyes wide and never leaving Ron's. Once seated again, she dropped her hands into her lap and lowered her gaze, peeking upwards to look at him again.
"I was always too shy to tell you that I liked you," she said, her voice small. "But I did. Would you like to play out the fantasy of the shy girl who finally lets loose? I can do that for you."
Kim's fists were clenched so hard that her knuckles were turning white. Somehow, seeing Leon try to seduce Ron by using Tara's form was more obscene than seeing her try to use her own.
"Every man has his weakness," Leon continued, cycling between Hope, Marcella, Jess, Liz and Crystal while she did so. "Do you like brunette's, redheads or blondes? I can be anything you want me to be, and all you have to do is pretend to be fooled by someone who fooled thousands of people. Nobody's going to blame you."
"Just stop it!" Ron growled, the anger was showing
"Or maybe you were happy with what you got before." Now, it was Yori sitting on the other side of the table. "I must have left a strong impression with you. Let me let you in on a little secret, I wasn't faking anything once we got started. I have to admit, I never thought of using one of those footstool things the way we did, but I can't complain. I have one in my flat now."
"Are you just about done?" Now, Ron sounded highly offended.
"Oooh, I hit close to the mark," the victorious smirk looked entirely out of place on Yori's face. "So you have some feelings for this Cory. I can't blame you, she's got it going on. Maybe someone else?"
Suddenly, it was Monique siting on the far side of the table.
"I don't think your little display is having the effect you were looking for," Kim commented, proud of her friend and happy to see Camille put in her place.
"Oh, what about you?" Now, Camille wore Ron's form. "Are you telling me that you never thought about it on one of those long rides home from a mission?"
She could feel the heat rising in her face. She had told Ron that she wasn't attracted to him in that way, and she wasn't. But it didn't mean that she hadn't ever idly let her mind wander.
"Looks like someone has thought about it!" The smirk on the fake Ron's face made her want to wipe it off with her knuckles, but she restrained herself.
"No way in hell," she grumbled at her tormentor.
"Gee Ron," now, Camille was back to being Kim. "She doesn't want you! She doesn't think you're worth her time!"
"Stop playing these games!" Kim snarled at her. "I'm not about to sell out my best friend for a little romp with a fake!"
"Don't like him?" Camille taunted her. Suddenly, her features changed again, morphing from Ron to Nicky Nick of the Oh Boyz. "There are at least five hundred girls who'd gnaw out their own livers to get this chance. Are you sure you don't want to take it? Trust me, I have all the equipment they do, and I really, really know how to use it." She shifted again, going through all of the Oh Boyz; from Robby to Ryan to Dexter.
"So not having an effect," Kim sneered at her.
"Oh, I get it," Camille switched back to Kim's form. "The only one good enough for you is you? I'll admit it's a little unusual, but I'm game."
"I think I've heard enough," Ron said. "If you don't have anything more that's useful to me, I'll be off."
"I agree," Kim added.
"Suit yourselves," Camille snickered at them, now back in her own features. "But just think, from now on, whenever one of you finds someone, you're going to have to ask yourself if it's really me."
Kim could see the tendons sticking out in Ron's neck as he reached out to knock on the door. Kim was rather impressed that he didn't leave deep imprints in the metal surface.
"Or think about something else," Camille taunted from behind them. "Imagine how many people I'm going to hook up with, looking like one of you!"
She had to fight down a sudden urge to smear the shape-shifter across the room, and she was pretty sure that Ron was fighting down the same inclination. Fortunately, the policeman opened the door fairly quickly.
"You might want to re-think handcuffs with her," Ron pointed a thumb over his shoulder at Camille. "She can turn into a kid, shuck the cuffs and turn back."
The policeman's eyes flew wide for a moment, then narrowed as he realized the truth of the statement. He ushered the teens out of the room and closed the door. Kim honestly didn't care what happened to Camille next; she was done with the shape-shifter. She was more concerned about her friend.
Dr. Director approached the two, but Kim suspected that Ron was in no shape for an in-depth discussion of what they had learned. He was blinking rapidly, trying to keep a neutral expression on his face.
"We got something useful out of her," Kim reported to the older woman. "I can give you a full report, or even a debrief later. I want to get Ron home."
Dr. Director took one look at the distraught teen and offered a short nod. "We'll be in touch," she announced, then stepped to one side.
Kim was gratified to see that a Global Justice hoverjet was waiting in the parking lot, with Eric and her brothers waiting next to it. Guessing why it was there, she led Ron up the ramp and into the passenger compartment. The tweebs seemed to understand that something beyond their understanding had happened to Ron and, by some miracle, didn't pry. Once they were airborne and on their way home, she dragged Ron back to the aircraft's cargo section, grateful that Eric intercepted the tweebs before they could follow.
"I might have a kid out there, somewhere," Ron sobbed at her then, suddenly, his eyes flew wide and he keyed his wrist-mounted communicator.
"You doing okay?" Wade asked.
"Could be better," Ron answered. "But I need a favor."
"You name it," Wade told him.
"I'm going to need a paternity test, discrete," the blonde said.
"Okay..." Wade seemed a little confused. "Who are the parties involved?"
"Me and Hana," Ron grumbled.
Kim managed to hold her peace while Wade discussed what he would need Ron to do, when they got home, and how long it would take. Finally, the communication was completed.
"Do you really think Hana is your daughter?" She asked him.
"I don't know," Ron dropped his face into his hands. "But...maybe. You heard and saw Camille, it was an Asian girl working with Yori and Hana's Asian. I know, a lot of people are Asian, but why would an adoption agency work to place that particular child with my parents?"
"Yamanouchi manipulation?" Kim asked him.
"Maybe," he sighed. "I don't know."
Then he began to sob. Kim waited him out, knowing that he was about to get something off of his chest.
"It was all a lie, wasn't it?" He finally asked.
"What was a lie?"
"The vacation in Thailand," he grumbled. "The playful times on the beach, the bicycle tour, the walks in the moonlight...even the brawl we got into..."
Kim held her peace again, but was determined to get the full story at some point.
"...it was all her convincing me that what happened with Camille was really with her," Ron finished.
It was an awkward silence that followed.
"I don't know," Kim told him, thinking of what she had heard. "You know that Camille told some of the truth, but was also trying to irritate both of us, as well. I can't help but think that if Yori spent a few days with you, it was because she wanted to spend those days with you."
He looked up, looking like he was hopeful, like he was trying to rally.
"Don't get me wrong, she has a lot to answer for," she told him. "And I'm going to help you get to the bottom of it. But seeing how she acted when we were rescuing Sensei, I know she was into you."
"But maybe she's into Yamanouchi even more," Ron finished for her.
"I didn't want to actually say it," Kim admitted.
"I think I need to know a little more," Ron said. "Like if I'm Hana's father. Once I learn that, I think it's time to just show up there and demand answers."
Kim smiled, liking the determination he was showing, as opposed to self-pity. "And you're not going to be alone when you do. When someone messes with you, they're messing with me." She told him.
Ron just looked at her.
"You know I didn't mean it that way."
"It would appear that my little act of petty revenge has not yielded tangible results," Fiske announced. Seated on his great chair in his hall, surrounded by his minions and fully healed, it was time for decisive action again. "No matter, I had not expected great returns from the minimal effort I exerted in doing so. However, my injuries did not prevent me from doing research."
One of his monkeys hauled a laptop to him. He opened the site he had previously located and turned the screen towards the rest of the monkeys. "This Scroll, currently on display at The Museum of Ancient Artifacts and Antiquities, holds the key to locating and summoning the dark opposite of the great weapon, the Han, that I failed to obtain in our last venture. This will be how I finally defeat the pretender, crush Yamanouchi and become the Ultimate Monkey Master."
He started to laugh at the idea of his foes being crushed, but hadn't evolved the laugh to even a good shriek status before one of his monkeys offered up his doubts.
"No, I have not forgotten that this museum is located in Kim Possible's neighborhood, so to speak," Fiske informed the primate. "Nor have I overestimated my chances against her and the pretender. You see my diminutive friend, those two are at a great disadvantage. They are heroes while I am a villain. I care for nothing other than gaining power while they, by the very nature of the role they play, are forced to devote time to a great deal more than simply thwarting me. Here's what we will do if they make an appearance."
Paternity tests didn't take all that long, but Wade said that he wanted to go beyond that. Mentally, Ron shrugged; his young friend was like that. Wade liked to check out all the angles before he told you that he was checking them out, at times. What was important to Ron was that in a few days he would know if his sister was actually his daughter.
So what if she was? There was no reason to tell his folks, they loved the little girl, as did he. She had a lot of energy, trying to sing along to a Flippies tape while playing a little game in which he would try to tickle her tummy while she would swat his hand away, giggling madly the entire time. Ron smiled, she didn't care who her father was and she didn't care if he was her father or brother, so why should he?
He had to because if she was his daughter, Yamanouchi had quite literally bred her for a reason and he was determined to know what that reason was. But that would come in due time. He would first get Wade's report, then he would go to Yamanouchi and demand answers. The only thing that was holding him back was finalizing his list of demands. In the meantime, there was educational playtime with the darling little girl.
His indulgent smile turned into a slack-jawed stare when she suddenly stood up from the floor, took three swooping steps towards the wall, then promptly ran up it.
A/N: As always, huge thanks to Joe Stoppinghem for beta reading. Till next time, best wishes.
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