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A Bond of Honor
Chapter 11 – Out on the Town
By JuPMod (aka JPMod)

Walking out of the movie theater, Yori couldn't help but feel disappointed. Oh, she was not disappointed severely to really show it on her face, but she felt the movie was just not the type for her.

Her blond boyfriend at her side could tell she was dissatisfied. He had seen her frown during the movie, and regardless that she tried to hide her feelings now, he could tell she pretty much would have wanted to see something else.

"All due respect, Ron-kun," she half grinned and frowned, "I do not understand why people would love to see violence and such in their entertainment, where there are many violent examples happening in the real world every day."

"It's just make-believe, Yori," Ron answered with a small grin. "Some people know there is a difference. I even bet Master Mochizuki has seen plenty of action/adventure movies with violence and such in them."

He once again eyed her shapely figure in the short-sleeved, blue, button-up, single-piece dress with white waist belt. The flowing skirt descended to the calves, and the top gave a tiny hint of cleavage. As many times before, she wore flat, black slipper shoes. Far as the teen boy was concerned, the dress looked good on her, yet he wondered for the first time how Yori would look in high heels.

In the ten days since Ron met Yori at the Bueno Nacho, he came to know that his girlfriend didn't mind wearing casual dresses and skirts far more than Kim. KP, he knew, would mostly only wear skirts and dresses for special occasions and formal events, donning pants, cargos, or jeans for everyday casual wear. Yori seemed to be more feminine. It was not that Ron didn't notice his long-time best friend was a girl; just Kim was more tomboyish most of the time than girlish. Nothing wrong with that, given he didn't mind. Just he couldn't help but make a comparison and see that when it came to clothing, there were differences in the tastes between the two girls.

With the strap of her purse on her shoulder and her hand holding the purse, Yori gently grinned and shook her head. "Maybe I should see these movies you and Mochizuki-shishou mentioned yesterday. If Mochizuki-shishou likes them, maybe I would."

Ron smiled. "Hey, you have cable with great movie channels. They're full of great entertainment. If you dig mushy romance, there's plenty around."

Yori stopped walking, making him do the same, and she gazed into those brown eyes she adored. "And what is wrong with romance, Ron-kun?" she teased with a raised eyebrow. "Surely, even you wouldn't mind some romance in your life."

"Hey, I'm all for romance," Ron goofily and grandly smiled as he placed a hand on his chest, "especially with a beautiful girl, who happens to be in front of me now." He waggled his brows, making her giggle.

Leaning closer to him, Yori narrowed her eyes, lips sly. "That is good to know you don't mind romance, Ron-kun, for I certainly don't mind showing it once in a while." Her hand quickly grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a kiss – a brief kiss full of warmth and promise to one another.

Parting with a smooch, they warmly smiled at each other before she strolled away. The ninja girl didn't mind these small PDAs and she could tell he didn't mind either. Just she knew better than to convey her deeper feelings for Ron in public. Such deeper displays of affection would have to wait until they found privacy, and she could tell he felt the same. It was one thing to show a brief, warm kiss in public, it was another to put on a shameless, tongue-entwining, full-force, loving lip lock. Even in Japan, such PDAs were frowned upon, despite being a more open society than America when it came to affection and love.

As she walked, Yori was pleasantly surprised to feel his arm go around her waist, and her head turned to look warmly into that grinning face she admired. She placed a hand over his on her waist as they walked away. This kind of PDA she didn't mind either, for it made her heart flutter. It was a sweet way for him to show his feelings for her without making it look dirty.

"So what do you propose we do now, Ron-kun?" Yori asked.

With a nod of his head, Ron gestured to Middleton Mall, which was right next door to the theater. "Oh, how about we have a bite to eat at the mall's food court and then hang around?"

Looking ahead to the large shopping mall, the young Japanese woman grinned in agreement. "Hai. That will be great. After we eat, I can go to the stores to try on high-heel shoes."

Ron blinked at this as he eyed his girlfriend, for it was just a while ago he was thinking along the same lines. "I have not ever seen you in high heels, Yori. I don't think you ever wore any at Yamanouchi."

"Not the American styles, no," she admitted with a nod as they approached one of the many mall entrances. "I have worn high-heel platform Zori sandals with my kimonos, so I am used to high heels. Whenever I went outside Yamanouchi to neighboring towns and cities, I mostly wore shoes that I could walk in." She chuckled. "I couldn't have walked far in high heels, never mind walked up or down the mountain."

Imagining Yori walking down Yamanouchi Mountain in high heels, Ron saw eye to eye with her. It would have been very uncomfortable for anyone to march over rugged terrain in high heels.

Letting go of her waist as they entered the mall, the young man mentally admitted that he was glad he convinced Rufus to stay home. He wanted to have a date with Yori without his little buddy for a change. Some alone time with just the two of them, so Ron told Rufus he could spend the day online, play Everlot, and other things. The mole rat couldn't pass up such an opportunity for some time for himself as well, so he agreed.

So the young couple spent some time talking and eating at the food court before checking out the stores, particularly the shoe stores, for high-heel shoes. Yori modeled for Ron, strutting in front of him as she tried on various shoes. To his male mind, some styles just screamed "No way, Jose!" like some extreme platforms that made her look like she was walking on stilts. Other styles were for normal everyday uses, like simple slip-on encased high heels with tip toes he had seen his mother wear for office work. Of course, there were the strappy styles that looked incredible on her, like those worn for formal dances, balls, and other special occasions where women wear evening gowns, etc. Even Yori admitted some of these shoes would be ideal to wear even with a normal dress.

Time moved on as Yori led Ron from store to store, until they arrived at the store he knew well due to the countless times he'd been there with Kim and Monique – Club Banana. It came as no surprise to see Monique was there, putting up the latest stock on the store shelves. Even though he knew the African-American girl for only two years now, Ron knew her well enough to know she was crazy for fashion and working for Club Banana was ideally suited for her.

"Yori girl!" Monique greeted with a grin. "Ron!" Her face became mischievous. "Out on a date together, I bet."

"Yeah," Ron sheepishly grinned while Yori softly chuckled.

"Hai," Yori answered as well. "Ron-kun took me to see a movie, and then we came here to the mall. I wanted to try on high-heel shoes, so we have been going to all the stores which sell shoes."

After placing up a few more folded jeans on a shelf, Monique smirked and thumbed toward one corner of the store. "You're not going to find much footwear here, Yori. We're mostly a clothing store."

Ron raised a finger and smirked. "No doubt those shoes you do sell are designer labeled, right?"

Monique rolled her eyes, still smirking. "Well, duh, Rondo. This is Club Banana." Lips forming a normal grin for Yori, the African-American thumbed again toward the shoes section. "Go on over and start trying them on, Yori girl. I'll be there shortly."

Yori guided Ron toward the other side of the store where Monique indicated and found the shoe section. There was not much, as they'd been told, but the styles sure were fancy. As his girlfriend started to try on a pair, the blond checked the prices and was not astonished to see them so high. The cost for one pair was enough for one week's worth of food at the supermarket. A few minutes later, Monique came to give her advice to Yori on the styles and what maybe looked good on her.

Given there was a small selection; it didn't take long for Yori to try on most of the shoes. Ron did admit that some of the fancy formal styles looked quite good on her.

Looking into the full-length mirror mounted on the wall next to the shoes shelves, the pretty Japanese girl twirled one side to the other as she gazed down at the reflection of her feet. The black high heels on her feet now were the sandal variety, exposing her toes with couple of large straps across the foot, a single strap around the ankle connected to the base. It was obvious that this style was meant for formal wear.

"Not bad, Yori girl," Monique confessed as she too eyed the shoes on her friend's feet. "Something nice to wear to a dance."

Giving a tiny grin, Yori shook her head. "They do look nice as you said, Monique-san, but the price is just too high for a pair of shoes. I would like to have some high-heel shoes to wear, but for now, I will have to settle with the shoes I have."

Monique raised an eyebrow at Yori. "Are you saying you do not have any high-heel shoes in your wardrobe?" Yori nodded once, causing her friend to frown. "Where in Japan you grow up, gal? The boondocks?"

Chuckling, Yori took a few steps to sit on a chair to remove the shoes. "Where I grew up, walking shoes were more practical to wear than high heels for women. High heels were not practical either in the school I went to. The only high heels I ever wore were the Zori sandals for my kimono."

Huffing, Monique pointed to Yori as she removed the high heels and placed on her flat slipper shoes. "Yori… You should have said something to me yesterday when you and I met here in the morning to discuss your mission clothes, given you joined Kim's team." She moved her hand in a dismissing wave. "No woman's wardrobe should be without some good pairs of high heels, especially to match certain clothes." The waving hand came to rest on her hip. "You and I have to get together at one of the shoe stores to get your wardrobe up to date. "

Ron smirked as he realized a good opportunity to tease his friend. "Did I just hear Club Banana Girl saying that she would shop elsewhere for shoes?"

Yori giggled as Monique faced him with narrowed eyes and a lopsided grin. She took a few steps to stab the smirking boy with a finger to the chest. "For your information, Mad Dog, I'm not dissing my favorite store. I'm only admitting that my favorite store does not have a good large selection for your GF to choose. If Yori is going to wear some high heels, especially the kind that would make you keep your eyes on her, it is best we go to another store with the selection she needs."

"That didn't answer my question, Mo," Ron parried back, still smirking.

Face still the same; Monique stabbed a finger into his chest again. "Like I'm going to tell you, Mad Dog? Ha!" With that said, she crossed her arms, looking defiant.

"Might as well give up, Ronman," a familiar male voice entered the fray. "You know she will not tell you anyway." All three teens turned to see a grinning boy in a mechanical wheelchair roll out from behind a rack of shirts.

"Felix, my man!" Ron called out as he clapped his hand with his best male friend's in a buddy grip for a moment.

"Hi, Felix-san," Yori greeted with a grin as she stood up.

Monique placed both her hands on her hips and pretended to look peeved. "How long you've been there listening on us, Renton?"

"Oh, for a few minutes," Felix answered with a grin and not one bit fooled by the African-American girl's mock ticked appearance. "I was coming out of the video game store on the upper level," he pointed upward to indicate the mall's second floor, "when I spotted Ron and Yori entering Club Banana. So I decided to drop by and say hello."

Letting her made-up ticked expression die off, Monique snorted a laugh. "No doubt that flying wheelchair of yours comes in handy when you want to get from your home to the mall."

Felix gave a shrug, still grinning. "Comes in handy all right. I was lucky Mom built this baby," he patted his wheelchair, "so I can have some measure of independence."

Yori's eyes examined the wheelchair closely. She knew it looked mechanized but didn't know it had the ability to fly. "Your chair flies, Felix-san?"

Seeing her curious face, Felix blinked at first until he realized that she didn't know. With a grin, he began explaining. "Yeah, Yori. My mom is a cyberrobotics engineer working at the Middleton Space Center. She built this chair for me."

"Not only can it fly," Ron chimed in, "it comes with two handy features."

Felix and Monique chuckled. "Oh, it's handy all right, Ronster," Felix grinned as he activated the controls and two robotic arms emerged from his chair. Yori went wide-eyed at the sight, amusing the brown-haired teen boy. "These robotic arms make my life easier, Yori. It does help me if I need to get something from high places."

"It does indeed, Felix-san," Yori agreed as Felix retracted the mechanical arms back into the chair. It was the first time she had ever seen such technology, and she truly saw that it could be quite beneficial, especially for handicapped people like Felix.

Placing a friendly arm around Felix's shoulder, Ron smugly grinned as he pointed to his wheel-chaired friend. "You should see this dude in action, Yori. He helped Kim and me twice when we dealt with Motor Ed before this past Friday."

"Whoa!" Felix caught to what his friend said. "You and Kim went on a mission against Ed this past Friday?"

"Kim, me, and Yori," Ron amended.

Monique looked back-and-forth between Ron and Yori. "Now this is first-time news for me. Usually Kim girl tells me the dilly on her missions, but given we haven't spoken since Friday, I guess she was busy." She pointed to the blond boy and the Japanese girl. "Now spill, you two. What happened with this baddie?"

So Ron and Yori told the tale of the mission against Motor Ed and his gang to an attentive Felix and Monique. By the time the story was completed, Felix was chuckling.

"That's Ed all right," the wheel-chaired boy said. "He's crazy at times."

"Woo!" Monique eyed Yori with admiration. "I wish I was there to see you and Kim gave that mullet man the sock in the face! No wonder you're part of Kim's team now."

"You're part of Team Possible now, Yori?" Felix asked, taken aback a bit by the news.

Grinning, Yori bobbed her head once. "Hai, I am, Felix-san."

With a finger indicating Yori, Monique faced Felix. "Yori girl called me late Friday night to ask my advice on creating a mission uniform for her according to her specs. So yesterday morning, once Club Banana opened at ten, I helped her with creating her uniform."

"I appreciated your help, Monique-san," Yori smiled as she shouldered her purse. Her dark eyes came to rest on her blond boyfriend. "Come now, Ron-kun. You promised that around the time the sun sets, we would return to your home so you can study some more."

Raising a finger, Ron gave a goofy, knowing grin. "Yet I also said I wanted to take you to Middleton Park, Yori."

Giggling, Yori walked over to her funny suitor. "That you did, Ron-kun." She turned toward Monique and Felix. "We will see you both tomorrow at school?"

"You bet, Yori girl," Monique grinned.

After the young couple said their good-byes, they left the store as their friends watched them leave.

The wheel-chaired teenager smirked. "Knowing the reason why he's taking her to the park, I know they will not find a secluded place there."

"Don't bet on it, Felix," Monique countered with a mischievous, knowing face. "Knowing Ron, I bet he knows the one good secluded place that most in Middleton High know."

"Oh?" Felix looked at Kim's best female friend closely. "I certainly didn't know of this secluded spot."

With an air of superiority, Monique pointed at the young man. "Maybe because you haven't been talking to the right people in the school, Felix."

"Like you?" Felix quirked an eyebrow, his lips curling slyly.

"Like me," Monique concurred, enjoying this banter with Ron's best male friend.

Felix immediately called the next shot. "So how about you tell me what you know over dinner after your shift ends? Say the food court?"

The African-American girl was pleasantly surprised and flattered. "Are you asking me on a date?"

He shrugged a bit. "Not exactly a date, but yes, you could consider it one." The teenage boy raised a challenging eyebrow at her. "So, willing to tell me what you know?"

"You're on, Wheelchair Man," Monique accepted the invitation with a grin. She was tickled pink over being asked like this. "My shift ends in an hour or so."

"I'll be back then," Felix grinned before he maneuvered his chair around toward the exit before heading out.

Watching the brown-haired boy leave, Monique placed a finger over her grinning lips as her eyes narrowed at Felix's retreating back. She had known Felix for many months, yet she didn't realize something until now.

"Boy, is he cute," Monique mentally admitted.

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Arms around each other, Ron and Yori walked together as they strolled casually through Middleton Park, gazing at the trees, bushes, and the greenery around them. It was early spring, thus the trees were just starting to bloom, thanks to the warmer than normal weather.

Taking in a breath of air, Yori happily sighed. This was perfect. The smell of the park combined with the touch of her man brought contentment to her being.

Hearing and feeling her sigh; Ron looked at her face and grinned upon seeing her happy expression. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, Yori."

"It's wonderful, Ron-kun," she acknowledged as she locked her eyes with his. "I rarely left Yamanouchi to visit the cities, and when I did, I sometimes could not wait to return, for I love nature and its wonders. I have nothing against city life, it is just that I find the smell, sounds, and feel of the city do not suit me." With her free arm, she made a broad sweep to indicate everything around them. "Middleton has a good balance with nature, for it's not over developed."

Feeling proud of her compliment to the town, Ron squeezed her waist, making her smile at him. "True, the Tri-City area is not building up so much like New York, LA, or even Tokyo. We're in the Rocky Mountains, and many people here just don't like to see our city become like so many others."

Coming up to a large, stone-arch bridge over a creek, Ron stopped them next to the bridge's stone railing so they could look at the flowing water. "To be honest, Yori, I don't know whether I could live in such sprawling metropolises. I was born here in Middleton and raised here. It's a great place to live."

Looking straight down, the couple could see their reflections, given the water was not moving rapidly enough to prevent light reflection.

"Do you fear you might leave Middleton one day, Ron-kun?" Yori asked, eying his face through the reflection.

"Yeah," Ron admitted with a touch of sadness as he too kept his eyes on her face through the reflection. "If I have to leave to live elsewhere, I don't know whether I could."

Raising her head to look at him directly, prompting him to do the same, Yori gently grinned as she placed her free hand on his cheek, stroking it in way to convey comfort and reassurance. "Do not worry about the future then, Ron-kun. Not yet. If you do not want to leave, do not do so. Follow what your heart is telling you."

Pulling her into his embrace with his arms around her waist as she placed her free arm to join the other around his waist, the blond boy warmly smirked at her. "Says the girl who left a place she loves to live here?"

Yori produced a tiny chuckle at that. She knew he was teasing her, yet she answered nevertheless. "I was following my heart. I love Yamanouchi very much, but as I told you, I don't have much there to keep me bound to it.

"You on the other hand have much to keep you bound to Middleton - Family, friends, and others."

Gazing into those soulful orbs, the color of chocolate, the young Japanese woman sighed as she felt her heart contract slightly. "I followed my heart," she whispered, "and I admit that it was worth it."

With that said, Yori leaned up to rest her forehead on his and closed her eyes as she tightened her arms to hug him. Her heart once again contracted strongly, making her know she could not deny what it was telling her about her feelings for this young man in her arms.

Just looking at her face was enough to make Ron feel like he was the luckiest guy on the planet. This was not some mere crush he felt, as the time with Zita. He didn't need to change or learn anything new to impress Yori, for she accepted him for who he was, wholly. Seeing the deep affection she has for him on her face was enough to produce feelings in him he had not felt before.

Was this love he was feeling? For now, he truly had no idea, but Ron knew the emotions coursing through him were telling him that he cared deeply for Yori. For now, that was enough.

"Yori," he spoke so low that she barely heard him.

Yori smiled, for the tone of his voice was sufficient to tell her that Ron felt the same for her as she did for him. She briefly opened her eyes to look into his before connecting her lips to his for a brief, warm kiss. The young woman wished she could give him a true kiss worthy of her heart, but she was aware of other people passing by, looking at her and her boyfriend. Such a display would not be wise in public.

What Ron said next made her wonder if he was capable of reading her mind. "I wish we could kiss for longer than that."

Sighing with a small grin, Yori slightly shook her head. "You know we can not. Much as we want to, we can't, since we both do not want to show such shameless acts for everyone to see. We do not have the privacy needed to truthfully convey our feelings."

His lips curled into a crafty, knowing grin, causing her to cock her eyebrows at him and wonder what he was thinking. "One private spot coming up," he grandly proclaimed before taking her by the hand to follow him.

Once on the other side of the bridge, they passed trees with thick shrubbery growing at the base before coming to a clearing. Veering right, Ron led Yori across the clearing until they reached the creak, curved many feet upstream from the stone bridge. The sides of the stream were of soft dirt, pebbles, and rock, which were hard enough for anyone to walk on, and thus the blond boy guided his Japanese sweetheart on the curving path downstream toward the stone bridge.

As they approached the bridge, Yori recognized that the trees and shrubbery on the banks of the stream acted much like privacy screens, for no one could see them through the thick greenery. Unless someone was looking down from the side of the bridge, no one could see them walking down the stream's side. Up ahead, she could make out the large open space underneath the bridge, and it was high enough for anyone to go under without needing to bend down.

Going under the bridge, Ron strolled far enough until they were at the bridge's centerline before gesturing to the concrete footing with a grin. Yori could see that the footing, on either side of the creek, was a few feet above the water line and stuck out from the under the bridge enough for anyone to sit on.

Looking at her surroundings, the Japanese ninja realized that this spot was quite private, for even the banks on the other side of the bridge had trees and thick shrubbery to prevent anyone from seeing them. The only way they could be spotted was if someone was to walk along side the banks toward the bridge as they had.

Seeing his goofy, smug face, Yori smirked and pointed upward. "Can anyone hear us?" That was the one element she was concerned about. No one could see them, but if the people walking over the bridge above could hear them, this place was not private regardless.

"Nah," Ron replied, shaking his head. "It does not echo here, and the only way anyone could hear us is the same way anyone could see us, by being down here." His lips smirked. "This isn't called 'The Middleton Park Secret Make-out Spot' for nothing, ya know."

"Secret make-out spot, Ron-kun?" Yori giggled. "How did you come to know about this?"

The blond gave a small shrug. "It is a well-kept secret among our fellow students of Middleton High."

An amused yet skeptical expression came to Yori's face. "Oh? If all the students of the school know about this spot, what happens if, say, a couple is here first and another comes along? It wouldn't be private."

"True," Ron concurred as he let go of her hand to half sit and half lean on the concrete footing's edge. "The unspoken rule, though, is that a couple who gets here first, uses it first. Anyone else has to back off and wait their turn." He chuckled. "I wouldn't recommend this place for any 'third base' games though."

After giggling from his joke, her lips became sly, for Yori was satisfied with what she heard. She reached over and pulled her boyfriend up by the shirt to stand before her. "That is good to know, Ron-kun," she purred as her arms snaked around his neck, "for I want to show you now what I truly feel about you." Immediately her lips locked over his, and when she felt his arms instantly wrap around her to pull her to him and his lips returned the pressure, the Japanese girl moaned and just melted into him.

Kami, he sure could kiss. As she tightened her arms around his neck, she almost reeled due to the onslaught of emotions coursing through her. He was a breathtaking kisser as she first found out at his house, and those large hands sure knew how to caress her to send tingles through her body.

Yori moaned into his mouth, which he moaned in return, as she felt those two large hands come to rest above her shapely rear. Her nearly overloaded brain wished those hands were lower to rest on that part of her body, to allow him access to 'second base' as she remembered him explain to her the social term. Yet they remained still, causing her to be a tad disappointed, but it was hard to be so for long due to her man numbly sending her heavenward with just the way he kissed her.

With a gasp, their mouths broke apart for air yet their bodies remained in each other's embrace. Slowly, their faces became warm and loving as they grinned at each other, resting their foreheads together.

"One… badical… kisser," Ron whispered between breaths.

Her lips broadened into a smile as she gazed into those expressive brown eyes. "I have to say the same about you," she softly purred before angling her lips toward his. "We need to practice some more."

"Booyah," Ron murmured in total agreement, and just afterward their mouths once more came together and simply melted into one another.

Time stopped for the two as they experienced once more the sweetness and utopia of soft lips over each other, the wonderful feeling of hands running over each other's bodies, the musical sound of their soft moans urging each other on, the tickling jingle of Ron's pager…

Wait a minute. Ron's pager?

The teenage couple broke their lip lock to pay more attention to the sound, and sure enough, it was coming from Ron's left-side pants pocket. The blond reached into the pocket to pull out his pager, and after he read it, his eyebrow shot up.

He spoke out what he read for his girlfriend's sake. "Kim. TP meeting at my room. Now."

"TP?" Yori asked in confusion.

"Team Possible," Ron clarified, and seeing her still confused face, explained some more. "Kim, for some reason, wants a meeting of all Team Possible members at her place right now. It's not a mission, Yori, or else she would have sent a 'Kim 911' message."

As Ron pulled away from Yori, much to her disappointment, he placed the pager back in his pocket as she spoke with a frown. "What does Possible-san want?"

He shrugged. "Well, it has to be mondo important if KP calls a meeting. We'll collect Rufus first before heading over there."

"Hai," Yori agreed to the plan before sighing. "I was looking forward to more 'first base' studying with you though," she finished with a tiny disheartened grin.

Seeing her looking forlorn, the blond gave an encouraging grin. "Don't be down in the dumps, Yori. We'll have more 'alone' time down the road. I certainly want to have more bon-diggity, hot kisses from my hot girlfriend." Yori smiled, making him smile as well. "Yet before we leave now, how about one for the road?"

Ron quickly molded his mouth over hers, and both closed their eyes and softly moaned. Just like before, they simply wanted to stay together for long as possible, loving the feelings coursing through them. Yet they parted with a smooch, opened their eyes, and gently grinned at each other for a few moments.

Her heart satisfied, Yori took his hand to tug him along after her, thus they began to leave the secluded make-out spot, as the sun was half setting over the horizon. "Let us go now, Ron-kun, and find out what Possible-san wants."

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TBC (End of Chapter 11)

A/N: Just to let everyone know that I've raised the rating from K+ to T to be on the safe side especially when it concerns Ron and Yori's make-out sessions. Most of the story would be K, but there might be some issues and scenes that might warrant the T rating.