Honeymoon Hijinks: Chapter 6
I.
Hirotaka watched his student step onto the mat. "Oh, yes, she has her war face on. I wonder where she learned that?"
Kim stepped onto the mat, her thoughts focused on one thought, one object. "She's the only thing standing between my Ron and me". Automatically, she bowed to the masters, then the referee, then her opponent. As the two women straightened, the ref yelled "Begin!" in Chinese. Kim's eyes narrowed. Her opponent, Chul Han, was several inches taller, outweighed her, and was older, probably more experienced in formal fighting. Kim was not deterred.. She was the best at impromptu hand to hand combat.
Chul attacked with a flurry of vicious strikes. Kim dodged the front kick by stepping aside. She deflected the knife strike at her neck by deflecting it over her shoulder. "Gotcha!" With Chul overextended by the missed strike, Kim stepped in close to the bigger girl, driving a devastating elbow into the girls nose. Chul's body jerked backward, Kim's left leg hooked and pulled back, sweeping the taller girl's legs out from under her. Following Chul down, Kim drove her elbow into her opponent's solar plexus, driving out the air with an explosive "whuff". Chul's torso jackknifed convulsively, adding more force to the crossing palm strike Kim threw at her jaw. Out cold, the older girl was driven onto her side, finally rolling flat, blood pooling under her broken nose. Kim stood, dusted her hands, then headed for the exit.
"Possible san! Where do you think you are going? You must stay for the...". Hirotaka flew backward from the casual back hand that removed his consciousness.
II.
Ron finally managed to squeeze his eyes shut, then cautiously opened them, staring at the ceiling. "Would somebody please, please, tell me what is going on." He croaked.
The two young women had made instinctive cover up motions before giving it up. Monique cut a look of acute dislike at her fellow female. "What's the matter, SMOM, you don't like me this morning?" She cooed.
Ron's gaze dropped, "W...what?"
Monique nodded solemnly. "I guess you know this one? What, is she an ex?"
Ron swallowed, his eyes jerking toward Yori before snapping back to Monique. "W...what...who..Yori?"
Monique cocked one leg, throwing her hips and her chest out. "Well, I understand, lover. After all, if that's what you left, I've got no worries you'll go back, do I."
Yori glared at the cafe au lait siren beside her. She bowed slightly to Ron before standing tall, chest out. "Ron chun, remember, the wise man may go to market to see the cows, but he takes home a heifer."
Ron's eyes, which had slid to Yori, closed in fear.
"What did you call me?" Monique growled softly.
Yori shrugged. "I merely proffered a bit of wisdom. However, as you Americans say, if the shoe fits..." Yori's gaze droppedd to Monique's bare feet, eyes widening in mock astonishment. "Oh, I am sorry. One should never discuss deformities. But...where do you get your shoes? The oversize men's section?" She glanced down at her own bare feet, wordlessly comparing their relatively tiny size.
"I shop in the women's section, not the children's dept." Monique smiled back. "But, dear, you really should have someone other than dykes r us do your hair." Monique fluffed her own expanse of soft curls.
"Ah...ladies?" Ron gurgled. The two battling beauties were now facing each other, giving him a mind boggling double profile.
"What is this...dyke, Ron chun?" Yori growled.
"Ah...a...ah...resubian..." Ron muttered.
"What?" Yori grabbed Ron and pulled him close. "I will show you, you anzan gata ."
"What did she just call me, Ron?" Monique yelped. "Ron! Ok, that's it!" Monique swung at the oriental beauty lip locking her 'husband'. "I've had enough of you."
As Monique launched her hay maker, Yori pulled Ron's head down, moaning in pleasure.
III.
Kim threw her few belongings into her duffel. She had already stripped except for a sports bra and panties. As soon as she grabbed a quick shower, she was heading for her flight.
"Miss Possible?"
Kim jerked, looking around her room for a hidden speaker.
"Miss Possible, are you going somewhere?"
Kim growled, but resumed packing her things. "If they think they're keeping me here one more minute, they are seriously wrong!" She stalked to the bathroom, starting the shower. "A quick shower so I don't smell like something that just came off the barn yard, and I am out of here."
Kim walked back to her bag, reaching in to pull out her toiletries, "Ron needs me and I..." Kim's jaw cracked in a yawn. She blinked, "Ron needs...Ron nee..." She staggered against the bed, "Ron... what have they...Ron... I..." Kim collapsed across the bed.
A probe entered through the cracked door. "All clear, ma'am." It withdrew.
Two women walked in to Kim's room, glancing down at her. "Ma'am," the younger began, "Was this really necessary?"
The senior GJ agent grimaced. "My orders were to keep Miss Possible under control until she was released by Dr. Director. Whatever else is going on, the director did not want her interfering."
The junior agent rolled Kim over on her back, then began pulling a body sheath up her legs. "You know, Ma'am, Miss Possible is not going to be happy when she wakes up."
A grin cracked the other woman's solemn facade. "Not happy? Oh, I think she'll be ready to cause some serious hurt."
"But, Ma'am, we can't keep her drugged that long." The tech looked up nervously.
"We won't have to." The senior tech smiled, "That's the bright side to this little dark cloud. When Miss Possible wakes up, we won't be there. She'll be back in Middleton with Dr. Director, then it's the director's problem, isn't it?"
The junior looked relieved, "Yes, Ma'am, good thinking, Ma'am."
"But if you don't get her bagged for shipment, she may wake up before we get her shipped."
"Uh, right, you got it Ma'am." The tech redoubled her efforts.
"Happy whatever, Betty, she's all yours." The senior pulled her communicator out to call in the transport.
IV.
Ron felt soft fingers gently massaging his temples. "What...happened? Yori kissing, then pain...was that some kind of Ninja attack I haven't heard about? What..." His thoughts were interrupted by a soft whisper.
"Ron kun, it is time to begin."
Ron blinked, "Y-Yori?"
"Yes, Ron kun."
Ron turned his head. In the dim light he could see candles, what looked like a small altar, and...Monique? A bound and gagged Monique who was glaring at him with a definite "this is all your fault and I will get even" in her eyes.
Ron swallowed heavily then attempted to sit up. "Uh...Yori? Why am I tied down?"
A fond smile answered him as Yori floated around him to stop at the altar. She struck a match then lit something. "Ron kun, You have been sullied. You must be purified."
"And...ah...how exactly do we do that?" Ron quavered.
"Master Lunch Lady gave this to me." Yori's smile blossomed in triumph. A small incense burner smoking on the altar. "She assured me it would arouse your inner monkey, thus beginning your renewal."
Ron sniffed, "Well, it smells nice and all, but I gotta tell you, Yori, I really don't think I've been... ah...sulled? I mean I'd know, wouldn't I?"
Yori giggled, "Oh, Ron kun, you and your American jokes. It is your spirit that has been tarnished, by an impure joining. You must be rid of this."
Ron pulled surreptitiously at his bonds, "Yeah, well, ah,,,I seem to have left my spirit polish at home, but if you'll just untie me, I promise I'll take care of it first thing." A curl of smoke drifted over Monique's face, Ron saw her eyes widen, then she took a deep breath and sighed.
"Ah, Yori, are you sure about this? I hate to bring you down, I mean, we've been friends for a long time, and uh..." Ron began to panic.
Yori smiled beneficently, "Just breath deeply of the tranquility, Ron kun." She demonstrated, causing a noticeable lift in the semi transparent white gown she was wearing. "All will be well, I promise."
Ron tried to take shallow breaths as the smoke reached for him. "Yori." He gasped, "You don't want to do this, really." He glanced desperately at Monique. His eyes widened in astonishment at the sight. Monique's was panting, her eyes looked slumbrous, certain 'indicators' were standing to attention. Ron cut his eyes back to Yori. She also was looking...slumbrous. "Yori...I don't..."
"Breathe deeply, Ron kun." Yori stepped over to him pushing heavily on his diaphragm, forcing the air out. "Deeply." She stepped back as Ron choked a full breath of sweet smoke. His abdomen jerked.
Yori nodded, "It begins." She smiled, reaching up to release the clasp of her gown.