Know Thine Enemy
Lord Montgomery Fiske stared at the man before him. Tall, with shoulders like a bull; lean muscle without an ounce of fat, his hair was green and flowed with the wind on whatever god-forsaken place this was, but upon the man's left cheek was a rather curious scar, like someone had burned an impression of a rather large key into it. The man flowed as he walked, which to Fiske's "keen" eye meant he was could handle himself. Why the man wore black and silver armor with a red heart on his chest was beyond him. If not for these chains binding him, he would have done away with the fool.
Revin strolled around the "monkey-man", barely keeping his rage in check. Vengeance was supposed to be his! It was time to repay that brat for everything. The brat would have trembled before him this time. It was so unfair. Control, he needed control. This blinding rage was what got him defeated in the first place, but it would be different this time. He stood before the "freak" and stared hard into the odd man's dark eyes. Yes, there was insanity in this one and even something of a connection to the Keyblade's new chosen one. "So, Stoppable defeated you and sent you to… "jail", was it?" he spoke with a smirk.
Fiske leapt up and pulled against the glowing chains that held him place. For all his vaunted strength, he could not break the ties that bound him, the ties that kept him literally a nose from ripping this imbecile to shreds. "THAT BUFFOON! He's nothing but a sidekick. I AM THE TRUE MONKEY MASTER!" Fiske ranted, praying that the mystical monkey power would enable him to break the chains.
It took everything Revin had not to smirk; this was too easy. No wonder Eyrien loved this so much. "What you say must be true. For the true 'Monkey Master' would have that weapon at his side, yet Stoppable doesn't possess it."
Fiske stepped back, ceasing his struggle against his shackles. "What weapon?" he demanded.
Revin merely pointed behind the demented fool.
Fiske gasped. He had thought this merely an ordinary field, but closer inspection held that it was filled with weapons. As far as the eye could see, there were weapons all shaped like keys. One in particular caught his eye. It was covered with monkeys and even had a monkey tail. It was his destiny. It belonged to the true monkey master. "Release me at once!" he said.
Revin shrugged, "Then we must strike a bargain, 'Monkey Master'."
Fiske glanced at the man wearily before speaking, "State your terms."
Revin stared hard into the hybrid's eyes, "Destroy Stoppable."
"I plan to do that with or without your help. What else have you to offer?" Fiske demanded.
"Your bargaining is highly dubious, but very well, I will free you. You shall take up that weapon, and once your world has been restored, the Lotus Blade shall be yours ." Revin replied.
"And?" Fiske said.
"And nothing!" Revin snarled, "I only want one thing, unless it's too much for you!"
Fiske laughed, "Hardly. Every time that bumbling sidekick has defeated me, he has had the help of Team Possible. Yet, you say Team Possible is no more. Without Kim Possible's help, Stoppable will fall to me."
Revin snapped his fingers and the shackles fell from Monkey Fist. He watched as the madman approached the Monkey-styled Keyblade and grasped it. It seemed as if shadows passed across the hybrid's face. For an instant, he feared the fool wouldn't be able to wield it, but when it was lifted into the air, he knew that their connection was what enabled the monstrosity to wield it.
Fiske laughed as power flooded his entire being. This was meant to be, this blade was destined to be his. It had hurt at first, but it passed as the Power surged. He laughed into the dark skies; he didn't know how much time had passed, but an idea entered his mind. He snapped his fingers, watching intently as shadows oozed from the ground. Monkey Ninjas surrounded him, and he whirled around to give the command, but found himself alone. Oh well, that could wait. After he dealt with the bumbling sidekick, he would make himself Monkey-King of all Existence.
Meanwhile in Radiant Garden…
Ron was sweating profusely. Leon and Yuffie were working him hard. After a night's rest and telling Aerith his story, they had decided that he needed some additional "toughening" up. Auron hadn't objected and had even joined in a time or two and had spoken to both Yuffie and Leon a bit about him. The ninja girl had been thrilled to learn that he had some "ninja" training, but he hadn't told her much of it. Leon had been showing him some techniques that were difficult to learn, but Ron was adamant.
Leon was deflecting the boy's strikes with ease. The boy's companion, Auron, was right; the kid could only fight effectively when he was defending those he cared about or was enraged. That would get him killed in the field. He had three days to help the kid out, but the strangest thing was that the bald, creepy thing in the boy's pocket was learning these techniques too. Sighing, he was fixing to call for a break and have the boy do some techniques that would help when he saw the boy's eyes flash blue. What had been an easy contest was now a defensive fight. He had fought several people who used two weapons before and the times he fought with Sora had opened him up to the keyblade's technique a bit, but this was different. The kid was a whirlwind; if this kept up, he was going to have to rough the kid up to stop him, and that was the last thing he wanted.
Yuffie stared in shock at the scene before her. Ron, who had been struggling to even stay in the fight with Squall, was now pushing the more experienced man back. Squall had a few strikes, but Ron was clearly winning. Even stranger was the blue aura that was surrounding him. It had to stop, but Ron no longer seemed to be in control, and that meant that Squall was going to have to chance injuring him just to stop him.
The Mystical Monkey Power surged through him, filling his entire body with the power. It was like his entire body was coursing with electricity. He didn't want it to end. No more pain, no more worries. There were no thoughts, but an image of red-haired, green-eyed young woman running toward him stopped him. NO! He would find her and make sure she was safe, and that meant he had to have control. He seized the power, but it did not want to obey. It felt like wrestling with Steel-Toe and it made him feel even more alive, but he had to win. After what seemed an eternity, he took control and realized that the power would no longer come and go; he was complete now. Even with his mind preoccupied, he had backed Leon into a corner and gasped as the man's gunblade grew longer and fire raced down its length. He leapt back and yelled with a hoarse voice, "Time!"
"Bravo, Ronald! Bravo!" Merlin yelled, clapping his hands. The old man raced down the steps and stopped before Yuffie and Leon. "Thanks for helping out." Then, he turned to Ron and slapped him on the shoulder, "Now, it is time for your training."
Ron smiled weakly at the old wizard, stealing a glance at Leon, who nodded his approval toward him and Yuffie… well, she was congratulating him and making fun of Leon at the same time. "Aww, man! More training!" he groaned.
The World That Never Was.
Kim Possible leaned against the wall and pulled her knees up to her chest. She was tired. For the past three days since her arrival in this dark world, she had done nothing but fight off those shadow creatures. No matter where she went, they swarmed all around her, but they could NOT have her. It wasn't until she found a tall, light-filled building and went inside did she gain some respite. Her mission clothes were ripped and blood-stained, she hadn't had a bath in days, and her face was red from crying. Glancing out the window, she despaired. They were surrounding the building, but thankfully, they couldn't enter here.
"Nice going, Possible," she whispered to herself. The last few days were a nightmare. First off, she had let Josh Mankey kiss her and to her horror, Ron had saw her being so wrapped up in the damn food chain, and now, she had lost everything else. Her hands curled into fists, when she found out which villain was responsible for what happened to the world…OHHH…Drakken…Shego…Dementor….whoever was in for a world of hurt.
She glanced around at her surroundings. The building was filled with light to the point that there were no shadows anywhere. She didn't even have a shadow. It was definitely tweaking her weirdar something fierce. She searched the entire building looking for something or someone only to find herself alone. Each room was basically the same, small, a few chairs and a desk. In one room, she found something like a notebook with writing that she couldn't read. Oh well. She pulled out her Kimmunicator, knowing that Wade wouldn't appear. No internet connection here, so she fooled around on it until a picture she had taken appeared on the screen. Her family portrait, Ron included; fresh tears fell from her face to the screen. Her mom, dad, the Tweebs, Nana, and Ron were gone. And nothing was going to bring them back. Her little brothers would never destroy her room again. Her dad would never call her Kimmie-cub again. Her mom would never be there to help her up again. Nana wouldn't be around to give her advice on stopping crime or how to be a proper young lady, and she could never tell Ron just how sorry she was and how much she needed him. Collapsing on the floor, her entire body shook from the sobs. She wrapped her arms around herself and cried a river of tears.
After what seemed like an eternity, she looked up and saw a unique sword just a few feet away from her. That had not been here before. Automatically doing a kickstand to her feet, she dropped into a combat stance and glanced around the room, but there was nothing there, so how did that sword get there? It was an odd sword, looking like a demon's wing with a weird guard and a large, angel's wing key at its end. She cautiously approached it, eyes darting back and forth, looking for danger. It didn't seem like the shadow creatures outside, but it was definitely weird. She placed her hand upon the handle and her world faded away.
Her eyes snapped open and she felt someone against her back. Whoever it was didn't feel threatening, but when she looked down, she saw light to her left and a big, open passageway while to her right was a narrow passage cloaked in darkness. "That's definitely weird." she said.
"Isn't it, though?" a male voice spoke up.
Kim stole a glance over her shoulder at this mysterious person. He was dressed in a black cloak, like some fan boy pretending to be a Jedi. His hair was long and silver and she could see it partially shaded his eyes. When he glanced at her, however, she could clearly see his unmistakably blue eyes. "So, who are you supposed to be?" she said warily.
"My name is Riku." he said.
"Kim Possible." she said.
"I know." Riku said. "You saved your world a lot, right, Kim?"
"Many times, I can do anything." she said, trying to put up a brave front while her mind told her there was no need.
"Then, you have to make a choice, Kim. This time, the fate of many worlds, including your own, will be at stake." he said calmly.
Hope surge through her, "My world…Mom…Dad…Tweebs, Nana…Ron! They're safe?" she said with her lip trembling.
"Your family is safe, and yes, so is Ron." he spoke.
Kim interrupted him, "Where? Can I see them, please?" she pleaded with him as tears filled her eyes.
Riku sighed, "All I know is that they are safe. You must act now. You have to accept this keyblade and the power it gives you." He held out that same strange sword she had touched earlier, a demon's wing with an angel's for the key on the point.
"Wow, slow down there, Skywalker. How do I know that you're not part of this?" she demanded.
"Because I have fought the Heartless before." he said. "Those shadow creatures outside, they're called Heartless. And like you, I once betrayed someone I cared about." he paused, feeling her pain. "But know this, Kim: this is not an easy path. It will be filled with danger from both without and within, and you will stand in both the dark and the light." Riku spoke.
Kim hesitated. This could be trap. Drakken could have her hooked up to some kind of virtual reality device. Standing there beside this stranger offering her a chance to save those she cared about. What choice did she really have? The answer was simple. She agreed.