Disclaimer: All Kim Possible characters are the copyright of Walt Disney Corporation. I'm just borrowing them to write up a story with no intention of making any money. This is for fun. All other characters in my stories, that Disney doesn't own, are mine. :)
Yo! Once more I am in debt to campy for providing the best proofreading around! Arigatou, amigo! (Yeah, I know it's Japanese and Spanish. ;-p)
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And thanks go to all who read Chapter 18. :)
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A Bond of Honor
Chapter 19 – Stepping Up
By JuPMod (aka JPMod)
When it came to doing one's share of the work to keep the estate maintained, it was tough at times, even for those who had ninja training. However, the plus sides were that one had access to the vast wilderness around the area, a good room to sleep in, great food, and all the information and entertainment provided via internet and through television & radio.
The commons room, just to the left of the living quarters' front entrance, was quite large, providing a friendly environment with stone fireplace, various couches and easy chairs, and a large, widescreen digital TV screen mounted on one wall for anyone in the room to watch. Most of the time, many came together in this room to watch the news and shows, giving a sense of community and comradeship.
However, that was not the case today. It was early Sunday evening, and a few lamps gave a soft glow to illuminate the room. Only two people were seen on the wide couch in front of the widescreen TV, which was currently on, while one naked mole rat was sleeping on an easy chair nearby with the chair's back obscuring the view of the two people on the couch.
The little fellow had good reasons not to bother watching the pair on the couch. Yet once in awhile he could hear a moan and groan, reminding him what his owner and girlfriend were doing. Maybe it was best he raid the kitchen, he thought, but he had promised not to do so, leaving him with no options but to endure the human sounds.
With eyes closed and head flung over the top of the backrest, Yori couldn't help but generate another moan as she felt soft lips graze down her neck from her ear. She felt the mouth kiss gently on several spots, while a hand on her back was lightly trailing down her spine. Her own mouth drew in a sudden breath when those amazing lips approached the area at the base of her neck, and the same mouth released air in a long moan, when that male mouth soothingly bit over her pulse.
Feeling she had enough pleasure for the time being, the Japanese girl raised her lustful, smiling face, prompting her grinning, smug American boyfriend to raise his up to meet hers. Taking his face between her hands, Yori latched her mouth over his and gave him a soulful kiss, which melted them together for a moment.
Yet when the young lady felt a large hand gliding from her waist toward a certain spot on her chest, her right hand smoothly came down over his to stop him. Afterward, dark eyes twinkling, she broke the kiss to look at him with a smiling yet scolding grin. "Getting bold, Ron-kun? Is this your attempt to steal 'second base'?" Her lips quirked.
Ron chuckled; moving to sit on his girlfriend's left side. "I see you're brushing up more on your baseball terms, Yori."
"Hai," Yori replied, still grinning. "Ever since you told me about the use of the sport's bases to express certain levels of a relationship, I have read more about the game." Leaning down toward the coffee table in front of them, her hand picked up a cool glass of water while the other hand smoothed down her red T-shirt back over her jeans. Only after she felt her waist was covered again did she return to her sitting position, taking a sip of water along the way. "I do not feel I'm ready yet to give you 'second base', Ron-kun."
Shrugging with a cocky grin, the freckle-faced boy placed an arm around her shoulders. "I didn't notice you complaining when I was checking out that soft skin on your waist, ninja girl. I thought maybe you wouldn't mind me taking 'second base'."
Shaking her head with a smirking chuckle, the raven-haired girl replied sternly yet amusingly. "It's one thing to feel my waist, ninja boy; it's another to touch a part of me that is considered private and intimate territory."
Again, Ron just shrugged as his grin went from cocky to friendly and warm. "Well, you can't blame a guy for trying, Yori."
With a happy sigh, Yori drank some more water before saying anything. "I don't mind you keep trying, Ron-kun. Until I am ready, you just have to find out on your own."
"Aw, man!" he mock pouted. "You're not going to give me a hint?"
Yori played along, smirking. "No."
Snapping fingers, Ron pretended to look disappointed for a moment before his expression went back to his usual carefree, jolly self. "Oh, well. Least we still can continue our 'first base' snuggle sessions," he said before picking up the TV remote from the coffee table and beginning to surf through the channels.
A snort of an agreeing laugh escaped her lips.
Ever since their first kiss, 'first base' sessions had been growing more intimate between them. Wandering hands were getting bolder to feel the skin of one another. Necking was welcomed by both; especially since she loved the touch of his lips on her skin. Yet she didn't feel quite there to give in to her instincts to allow 'second base'. Yori knew she could trust Ron not to go too fast, given he was a gentlemen in accepting her terms when to stop. Just she wondered how much she could tolerate her libido before she lost control, not only to allow him 'second base' but 'third base' as well. It was why the ninja teenager always had a cold drink nearby in order to cool herself before things got too much out of hand.
A frown formed on her face upon seeing the blond boy continue to surf through the large selection of cable channels. "Ron-kun, it is best we return to your school work. You still have much to do."
Ron turned a surprised, baffled expression toward her. "What do you mean? We finished all my work and studied enough." He knew he had spent most of the afternoon studying and doing his homework with her helping him when needed.
"Not everything," Yori amended. "Did you start on your autobiographical paper yet?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"It's progressing nicely, thank you," he answered with a grin before facing the TV again.
Something was just not right to the Japanese. Narrowing her eyes at her suitor, she voiced her thoughts. "You still haven't started it."
Surely enough, Ron confirmed her suspicions. "The creative part, yes. Hmmm… Not so much the writing part." A particular show caught his attention. "American Star Maker!" His hand immediately placed down the remote.
Hearing his owner's voice, Rufus woke up, jumped on top of the easy chair he had been sleeping on, and saw what was on the TV set before scurrying over to sit between Ron and Yori on the top of the couch's backrest.
Yori sighed and frowned some more. She was proud of the progress her boyfriend was making in his schoolwork, yet it seemed he was avoiding even doing any steps forward on this report. It confused her deeply why this was the case.
Deciding to bring up the subject once this show was over, almond eyes gazed at the TV set, and what those eyes saw made the brain realize what the show was about, for it remembered seeing it before. "Ron-kun…," Yori's voiced her uneasiness. "You watch this show?"
"Only when it's on," Ron replied before his brown eyes looked toward the side to her. "You watched this before?"
"Hai, and I found it not to my liking," she frowned. "The judge is very rude and mean. It makes me feel… Makes me feel…" Her eyes narrowed in frustration over finding the appropriate words to describe her experience.
Facing his girlfriend, the blond young man grinned at her like he knew what she was referring to. "It makes your skin crawl?"
Her eyes went wide for a moment at him. "Hai! That's exactly how it feels."
Once more facing the TV, Ron grinned wickedly as his right hand raised like he was holding a small sphere. "That's what's great about it! The skin crawlyness!"
"Hm, hm," Rufus agreed as he bobbed his head, tiny eyes glued the screen on the wall.
Yori found it hard to believe it. "This is not a made-up story done by actors, Ron-kun. We're talking about belittling and emotionally hurting real people."
"Oh, don't fret over it, Yori," Ron grinned kindly, dismissing her concerns with a wave of his left hand. "It's not like these guys and gals didn't know what to expect when they signed for the show. If they can't take it, they shouldn't have bothered."
"True," she admitted, getting the point as she fixed her eyes on the show again.
Yet despite the truth, it still made her perturbed of such display of nastiness. During her time at Yamanouchi, Sensei and other instructors would put down her and other students, but only just so much to humiliate a bit. The American Star Maker judge was so mean that she wondered if he was a villain of some sort. Not everyone would respond positively to such spiteful criticism, thus instead of improving, some people would be depressed, thinking they were worthless.
Feeling excited, Ron pointed the screen. "Look! They're going to announce the next sucker!"
"Ron-kun!" Yori cried out in displeasure, eyes wide.
"Oh, boy," Rufus muttered, realizing how much his human owner was in trouble.
Chuckling nervously, the blond newbie ninja turned his head to see his Japanese ninja girlfriend had arms crossed as she glared at him. "I didn't mean it personally, Yori. It was all in good fun."
He knew he said the wrong words when her eyes narrowed even more. "Good fun, Stoppable-san? Remember that the next time Barkin-sama belittles you," she finished before taking a sip of water.
"Awwww, man!" Ron bawled out, eyes closed. If Yori was reverting back to using his family name with the 'san' suffix, he knew his troubles with her were deep. Besides, she made a good point about his familiarity with the ex-Marine.
Thankfully, the frowning judge's announcement on the TV caught the couple and one naked mole rat's attention. "Our next victim goes by the name of 'Dr. D.' Oh, joy."
"Yo, what's up dog?" the contestant said as he appeared on the screen. He wore a funky rapper's outfit with a 'Dr. D' necklace. Yet his blue skin and familiar face made two pairs of human eyes and one mole rat's grow wide in recognition.
"Is that who I think it is?" Yori asked in astonishment while leaning forward to really see what she was seeing, her hand placing down her glass onto the table without moving her eyes.
"It can't be," Ron said in disbelief, matching Yori's stance toward the TV set.
"Yet it certainly is," Yori pointed out.
Ron then scrunched up his face, shaking his body in disgust. "You think your skin was crawling before!"
Rufus mimicked his owner. "Brrrrrr!"
Yori certainly couldn't argue with that. Her skin definitely was crawling more than before.
A well-known four-ring tone was heard coming from the right side of the coffee table, alerting everyone to the black PDA sitting beside the schoolbooks, notebooks, and snacks & drinks. Beep-beep-be-beep
The newest member of Team Possible quickly reached down to retrieve the handheld device before activating the small display, showing a split screen with a concerned Wade on the bottom half and a surprised yet outraged Kim on the top half. "Guys," Wade began, "are you watching?"
"Yep, but not believing," Kim nearly growled. The background behind the redhead clearly showed she was in the family room of her family's home.
"Ron-kun, Rufus-san, and I do also not believe what we are seeing," Yori added with Ron looking over her shoulder. Both turned again to face the TV screen again.
On the TV, Drakken was about to sing, when the stage lights over him went out and the judge interrupted him. "Oh, too bad. We're out of time this week, but you'll be the first off the block next time." He walked off screen with a sarcastic look. "And I can't wait."
Drakken was left with a bewildered face. "But…" Yet the American Star Maker logo right away appeared, preventing anyone from hearing what he was about to say.
Hearing Kim's words, Yori, Ron, and Rufus looked down into the black Kimmunicator. "Waaade," the redhead nearly gritted out.
Unperturbed, the pre-teen super genius gently grinned. "I'm on it, Kim. I'll start working on my sources." With that said, Wade's image blipped off the PDA screen, leaving Kim's image to fill the entire space now.
"Man," Ron whined, "I wish I had sources." Yori and Kim had no idea what their blond teammate was babbling about.
"The question remains," the Japanese ninja said to bring everyone back on track, "why was Drakken on this particular TV show?"
Before Kim could respond, two young boys' voices off-screen spoke together; making it sound like it was in stereo. "Cool!"
Green eyes looked to her left to the people off-screen. "Not so cool, Tweebs!" she growled.
The next thing Ron and Yori saw were Kim's twin brothers appearing beside their sister on the screen. "Maybe Drakken has a new weapon?" Jim suggested.
"Yeah," Tim added. "He'll sing and then everyone…"
"Will turn into zombie slaves!" Jim finished with a deep voice as he walked around like Frankenstein's monster.
Yori couldn't help but to giggle at the Possible twin's antics. Ron chuckled, yet Kim rolled her eyes. "For your information, Tweebs, he tried turning people into zombie slaves. Remember?"
The twins snapped their fingers together in remembrance. "That's right," Jim began.
"The neural compliance chip," concluded Tim.
Both brothers looked at their big sister, a bit freaked out. "A zombie-fied sis…" Tim started.
"Was terrifying," finished Jim. Both boys shivered at the image of a zombie Kim in green spandex.
"Now, now, boys," an elder matured man's voice was heard off-screen, and Ron and Yori knew it was Mr. Possible. "Maybe Drew is turning a new leaf."
The familiar voice of Mrs. Possible was heard next. "James dear, knowing what Drew is today, do you really think he's turning a new leaf?"
Kim brought everything back on topic. "The whole point is, Yori, that we have no idea what Drakken is up to being on American Star Maker. We have to wait for Wade to do his digging before we can decide a course of action."
"Understandable," the Japanese ninja replied. "It would be unwise to venture into battle without at least some information on the enemy's plans. All we can do now is wait."
Kim gave a nod to Yori's perception of the sitch, thus both young women were seeing things eye to eye.
"Anyway," Team Possible's leader continued, "I'll see you and Ron tomorrow at school. Hopefully by then, Wade might come up with info on the dilly of Drakken's plot."
Yori nodded with a small grin. "We'll see you tomorrow then, Possible-san. Good night."
Yet before Yori could press the button to terminate the transmission, Jim's head quickly came in front of Kim's face, looking kind of strangely at the Japanese girl. "Hey, Yori, is that a hickie on your neck?"
"Say what!" Kim cried out before pushing her brother's face out of the way. Her green gems went wide upon noticing her sibling spoke the truth. "What are you and Ron doing over there?" she asked incredulously. "I thought you and Ron are supposed to be studying!"
Next to Kim, the twins began singing. "Yori and Ron sitting under the tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"
"Tweebs!" their big sister nearly yelled out in frustration.
Once more Yori giggled. She was beginning to understand how much the two boys drove their sister crazy. "All I will say, Possible-san, is that we've spent all afternoon studying and doing schoolwork. Ron-kun and I took a break to do some 'first base' studying." Two eyebrows on Kim's face rose upon hearing this.
"Yeah," a smug Ron chimed in. "I almost reached 'second base.'
"SAY WHAT!" Kim shouted out.
"Ron-kun," Yori scolded as she narrowed her eyes over her shoulders at the young man, "I don't think we should even tell anyone whenever we reach 'second base'. Surely even you would not want everyone to know about something that is supposed to be private?"
The blond boy chuckled timidly in agreement.
Kim's twin brothers were confused. "What's this 'first base' and 'second base' stuff?" Tim questioned.
"Now, now, boys," answered the voice of Mr. Possible off-screen. "You'll both eventually learn about it in another year or two."
After a brief giggle, the pretty ninja posed her thumb over the termination button. "Again, Ron-kun and I will see you tomorrow, Possible-san. Good night."
Sighing, Kim nodded. "Good night."
"Good niiiiight!" Jim and Tim added in a singsong fashion, giving kissy faces at the Japanese girl.
"Tweebs!" Kim once more cried out just as Yori pressed the button, making the screen go blank.
Yori couldn't help but place her free hand over her mouth as she softly laughed, while her blond BF chuckled. After a moment, she removed her hand. "I could see why Possible-san's brothers may cause her to go insane."
"'May'?" Ron amusedly scoffed. "They are driving her insane. Jim and Tim can really tweak her big-time." Rufus bobbed his head in confirmation.
Shaking her head, Yori giggled again on the mental images of Jim and Tim's mayhem to cause their sister problems. The thoughts about the Possible twins made her remember what they had said.
"Ron-kun?" Dark eyes met curious chocolate ones. "What were Jim-otoutosan and Tim-otoutosan talking regarding a neural compliance chip?"
With a small grin, Ron told the whole story about Drakken stealing the neural compliance chip, what it did, the twins' involvement in the mission, and the entire ending where the brothers saved the day with their homemade device that freed Kim and Shego from the chips' influence.
By the time he finished the story, his girlfriend was grinning in wonder. "You and Possible-san sure have amazing adventures, Ron-kun."
"Don't knock yourself short, ninja girl," Ron fired back, matching her facial mood. "You took part of several grand quests yourself."
Yori's grin broadened into a full smile. "That I did, Ron-kun."
When the young man stretched his arms over his head and produced a yawn, it prompted the young lady beside him to gaze at the nearby wall clock. "I think it's best you head home, Ron-kun. We'll discuss your autobiographical paper another time, I assure you."
"Good idea," Ron concurred before leaning down to start placing all his school stuff into his backpack. He was also relieved that she was dropping the talk about the report, for now. "Got to get much beauty sleep in order to get up early tomorrow. Knowing Barkin, he's a stickler for anyone being late."
Amused, she shook her head and stood up just as Ron stood as well, swinging his backpack through his arms, while Rufus climbed into his owner's cargo pants pocket. "He's maybe harsh, Ron-kun, but I can tell Barkin-sama means well," Yori said just as Ron closed the TV via the remote, and afterward, the pair began walking toward the front door.
Opening the door into the slightly chilly night, the blond teen grinned warmly at his oriental girlfriend. "I'll see you tomorrow, Yori."
He was about to leave when the sound of a throat clearing made him turn back to Yori, who was slyly grinning. "Are you forgetting something, Ron-kun?"
With raised, curious brows, Ron was about to asked what she meant, when he was cut off as soon as the lithe Japanese quickly wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately and fully. He was momentarily taken aback, but his mind melted, making him close his eyes and return the kiss with equal force. The young couple moaned as they held the lip-lock as long as possible.
Finally, pulling away for air, their eyes opened, he with his mind still numb for the longest wonderful kiss he ever experienced and she slowly forging lips into a warm grin.
"I thought you were angry at me," Ron spoke out the first thing that came into his mind, after he could finally get it to work properly again.
Yori chuckled. "I am. What I gave you should be enough until our next 'first base' study session. As punishment, I will not allow you any 'first base' studying during our next study session." Seeing his resigned face, she softened the blow a bit. "I understand you were caught in the thrill of the show, Ron-kun, but be more considerate of your choice of words next time. Surely you can last this punishment," her lips quirked teasingly, "or have you become so reliant on our kisses that you can't live without them?"
Her witty question has done the trick to produce a crafty grin, his chocolate orbs sparkling with humor. "Oh, I can last the punishment, ninja girl. Just wait until it is over. I'll be paying you back for that bon-diggity kiss you gave me."
"I will be looking forward to it, ninja boy," she parried back swiftly, her voice almost purring. Then in an instant, her expression transformed into a normal warm grinning one. "Good night, Ron-kun."
"Night, Yori," Ron matched her look. Without giving her a chance to respond, the blond quickly kissed her cheek before heading out the door to start on his journey homebound.
Sighing happily, Yori closed the door, and for a few moments, leaned her form against the wooden structure. Much like him, she thoroughly enjoyed the kiss, for it was the longest, breathtaking one she ever had with him yet. Her suitor surely knew how to kiss with firm gentleness that would melt her being.
Sighing once again, the youngest resident of the Mochizuki Estate turned off the lights of the common room before heading upstairs toward her room.
Yet along the way, her thoughts drifted from the blonde boy to a redhead leader of Team Possible. Yori couldn't understand why Kim was upset upon seeing the love bite. It was not like she and Ron were naked in front of her.
Could it be… that Kim felt something for Ron? Yori dismissed the notion. Her boyfriend told her that his longtime best friend was just a friend, nothing more. The ninja trusted Ron, thus she could rely on his words that Possible-san was not interested in him. Right?
However, as much as she trusted her boyfriend, Yori had a nagging feeling that something was amiss.
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TBC (End of Chapter 19)
A/Ns:
1) I couldn't help but vision that Jim and Tim has some traits of Gosalyn from another Disney animation Darkwing Duck. Thus why I included that line Gosalyn said about zombie slaves from the show. I love Gosalyn, for she cracks me up. XD
2) 'Otouto' means 'little brother', and from what Kitsune6 told me, it is the proper way for Yori to address the Tweebs despite they are not blood related to her. The 'san' is not used much in addressing younger siblings, if one is blood related, but given Yori is not blood related to Jim & Tim, I think the 'san' suffix is appropriate.
I recommend checking out the list Kitsune6 gave me, which I placed in the A/Ns at the end of Chapter 15. :)
3) Just want everyone to know that I maybe busy in the upcoming weeks adjusting to my new mobile home in New Jersey. The home has been ready for occupation last week, and I made the move this past weekend thanks to my brother and father who provided their trucks for the move. There will be times I might be spending time after work just to put stuff away, etc. (Yes, the first move in September was just to move to my parents' new home, given then my mobile home was not even up yet.)
So I maybe or maybe not able to put out the next chapter anytime soon, for not only because of the move and settling-in, but also I'm starting to write a holiday story for my TRU series. I just have to see how things go, but I least want everyone to know just in case I do spend so much time settling into my new home, which I'm finding out the hard way how much there is to do (Filling my kitchen coffers with food, getting necessary essentials, getting TV and Net access, etc.).