Ron's Worst Nightmares
Running Away
By Pat Squared
Kim looked in the mirror trying to figure out what was so wrong with her that Ron dreamt of another woman when he was in her embrace. She came three quarters of the way around the globe to only lose Ron to another.
Kim found her life mate to only have him attached to another. What did she have? Her looks - She was fat and ugly with the baby. Her maturity - She was a ticking time bomb of negative emotions ready to snap at the smallest thing. The fact that she could do anything – She could not cook let alone keep the most important thing in her life.
Anything is possible for a Possible – What a tangle web we weave, when we practice to deceive.
Ron loved another. He had a phase were he stared at Penny, then Tara, then Bonnie, and then Shego. Kim knew that Tara had a crush on Ron. That Japanese girl Yoro had a major crush on Ron. And now there was another lady in his heart. Not even Zorpox could break Kim spirit, like Ron just did.
It was her time to bow out gracefully. She would raise Ron's child alone. Kim would try to be the best mommy and daddy combination she could be for her child.
Bitch, you were nothing but a bitch to him. You actually thought that all you had to do was show up, flash your growing belly, and Ron would come back after the shit you pulled.
Kim hated herself so very much at that moment. Saving the world meant nothing when you had to depend on another to save yourself.
Kim knew that she would never deserve another dose of Ronshine. She destroyed Ron over fifteen years. Not even Bonnie hurt Ron as much as Kim did. Ron loved her just enough so that her cruel actions got past that psychological armor that Ron had developed. Ron deserved someone who he loved. Not a lifetime obligation just because Kim was a harlot who could not handle her liquor.
If she stayed, Ron would stay just because of the baby. He would grow to resent her everyday and she would grow to resent him because he loved another.
Kim wrote a brief note to Ron telling him that he was free to pursue Anastasia. She wrote another note to the Schlossers thanking them and leaving them a couple hundred Euros for helping her. Then she packed her things into a small bag. Thankfully the Schlossers lived on top of a small hill. She put the rental car in neutral, released the emergency brake, and let it roll down the hill in the pre-dawn darkness before she started the car and drove off.
Hirotaka Abe hated Ronald Dean Stoppable. Yori was his. He was the heir-apparent to the dais. Etiquette demanded that that Yori marry him to cement his claim to being the thirty-sixth grandmaster of the Yamanouchi school and the Jian of the Yamanouchi Ninja Clan.
Yori was his, yet Stoppable seduced her, knock her up, and left her with twins growing in her womb without even sending back a letter.
Thankfully, Stoppable was dead. He was killed by some black monkey-men in Somalia. In Hirotaka's world, there were the true Japanese, the purebred ethnic Japanese who lived outside of Japan, the Japanese-mixtures that were prevalent primarily in the United States, then the other Asians, then the Europeans. On the bottom of the barrel were the Africans. They were nothing but monkey-hybrids who did nothing but bred little monkeys, spread HIV, and killed each other for meat. They were not even human, but scum to be wiped off of his boots after he stomped them.
It was one thing for a Japanese male such as himself to dip his wick into a Caucasian honey pot. However, it was a sin for a true Japanese female to carry the spawn of an inferior race. Hirotaka would be the first to admit that he was racist, but he did not care about political correctness.
Now Yori was good for nothing but being a harlot. She was the type his former classmate and on-&-off lover Fukushima pimped out to drunken westerners for a few thousand yen. She belong to him, yet Yori gave away her honor to a filthy jingai.
Now he had to bite his tongue. Yori was Master Sensei's only child and so he forgave her for the indiscretion. If either or both of the twins were male, Master Sensei was so healthy and obstinate that he would live long enough to pass his position on to his grandson. Hirotaka had carefully prepared his poison. If Yori bear a son, Hirotaka vowed that the child would not live long enough to suckle from his mother's breast. No one will take away Hirotaka's place on the dais. No one.
In due time, Master Sensei will move on to the glade. Then Hirotaka will reduce Yori to her true position. If the children are female, he will personally break them in. Yori and her line were nothing but sluts for his pleasure.
Hirotaka turned to face the young prostitute cowering on his futon. She was one of Fukushima's new Chinese imports. She fought off two of Fukushima's trainers before the others tied her down. She was so beautifully bound for his pleasure. Tonight, Hirotaka planed to break her spirit. As he did so, he imagined that it was Yori.