SuperRonII

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Chapter Three: Revelations

-JP Bearymore's Pizza Partytorium-

"It didn't look all that hard though," Tara said, "when Yori did that slashing thing it was like there was some sort of little glowing thing that went on and then all the air around her just moved."

As she spoke Tara mimicked Yori's motions when she had flattened the SUV Fukushima had rolled off of, however mimicking just the actions wasn't all that happened. As Tara finished the motion a wall of air leapt from her hands and smashed the table next to theirs. Tara let out a high pitched squeal of surprise at this and for all they had seen Bonnie and Yori looked at the table in utter disbelief of what they had seen.

" Tara you just… that's not possible," Yori stuttered.

Tara looked down at her hands in awe, "I… I'm not sure what that was, I just saw this glowy thing when you'd do something like that and then all that ninja stuff you were talking about."

"Did you only see it when Yori did it?" Bonnie said cautiously.

"No," Tara said very softly, "I saw it when you did that stomp thing too."

Tara only lightly tapped her foot on the ground but the fist sized rock it sent up into the air was all that Bonnie and Yori needed to see to know that something very odd was going on.

"What… what's going on?" Tara was on the verge of tears.

"I'm not sure," Bonnie wrapped her friend in a hug to calm her down, "but Yori and I can help you figure out what it is and how to control it."

Fukushima watched from his hiding spot as the brunette imposter consoled her blonde friend. This was certainly an interesting development, and it seemed that both the imposter and Yori were unaware of his presence. As the blonde calmed down and pulled away from the imposter Fukushima got his first good look at her. She was certainly pleasant to the eye, long blonde hair trailed down her back, and from her clear blue eyes down the sight was one he could find precious little to complain about. However there was not the look of a warrior about her eyes or her body, she had enough muscle about her that he was sure she had not lived too softly. But that warriors grace in the walk or indeed in every move was absent from her where it was easy to spot in one such as him, or Yori, or even the imposter.

And yet he could not deny that he had just seen her display if not mastery at least control over more than one element. Something both that decrepit old relic Sensei and his new master had told him to be impossible. And for all she had already performed one impossible feat by imitating Yori and the imposters jutsus he had little doubt that if asked she could repeat his jutsus as well.

" Tara," the imposter sat her down at a table, "everything's going to be fine. Yori and I don't know exactly how you can do all that, but we know where we can find out and we will. And before that we know what you're doing and between the two of us we'll figure out a way to help."

"Thanks Bonnie," the blonde, rather Tara, sniffled, "I'm just so scared, nothing like this has ever happened to me. I… I never knew I could do anything like this and I don't know what it means."

"As Bonnie said," Yori sat down on her other side, "we can find out what this means and we will do so as soon as we can arrange it. In the meantime we will help you explore the depths of these abilities and how you can control them. You've already seen how much damage elemental jutsus can cause and we would hate for you to inadvertently harm someone because you cannot control these jutsus."

Tara looked back and forth between the two with a look of fear on her face at the idea she might hurt someone, no Fukushima thought, she was not at all a warrior. Certainly not one his master would want in her present state, but he would still have to return once he had found out all he could and report this. Perhaps with some… persuasion this Tara could be made to be quite a valuable asset, particularly since she was an unshaped talent and her abilities could be bended to his masters needs.

"I can't control these powers at all though," Tara held her hands out and stared at them, "I don't know what could set them off or how I stopped them. I'm not safe around anyone, not even you two. And what about Felix? Our date tonight will be totally ruined if I put a hole in the movie screen or make dinner explode, now I'm going to have to cancel!"

"No you won't," the imposter said consolingly, "as long as you stay calm and don't actually try to do any jutsu you should be fine. You're definitely a unique case but I didn't have any problems keeping myself from using jutsu when I first learned so I don't see how you should be any different."

Fukushima watched as the three girls walked off, obviously Yori and the imposter did not know anything significant about what had happened to their friend. But he had a good idea where they would go to find out and in any case his master would likely be less concerned with the prophecies Sensei would dig through to determine what to do rather than what they could do to turn this to their advantage and how fast they could do it.

-Somewhere over Mt. Rainer-

Ron let out a sigh of relief that his job was finally done. The lava had been diverted so that it would flow into the Pacific and not cover Seattle in a sea of molten destruction. And his battlesuit was still looking mighty fine for having been flown down into the heart of a volcano. But before Ron could have more than a few moments to relax his Kimmunicator went off and he let out a sigh that was of anything but relief.

"Hey Wade," Ron figured that Bonnie and Yori wanted him back so they could chew him out for not ditching the volcano sooner, "tell Bonnie and Yori to keep calm and I'll be back in a few."

"The girls are fine," Wade had a very serious look on his face, "but I do need you to start heading east. I got a hit on the site, it was Kim and she wants to talk to you."

"Alright," Ron went from joking to dead serious, "where is she and what does she want to talk about?"

"She only gave a set of coordinates," Wade's face was replaced with a map, "they're in the Gulf of Mexico so I'm guessing she either wants to meet you on a boat or she's discovered how to fly. But she didn't say what she wants to talk about, only that she wants to tell it to you."

"I don't even need to ask if you're going to have a lock on me the whole time," Ron laughed wryly.

Wade's laugh was quite similar, "if it were anyone else I'd think you were serious and I'd be insulted like you wouldn't believe."

"Just call Bonnie and Yori and tell them I'm probably going to be a bit late," Ron turned himself south-east as he started slowly flying, "and I'm probably going to be needing some directions as I get closer."

"I'll get right on it," Wade started tapping away at his keyboard, "and I'll call you again to start pointing you in the right direction once you're over Texas."

"Thanks man," Ron turned off his Kimmunicator and sped up until the terrain of the western United States below him became a blur even to his eyes.

Okay the Rockies were pretty hard to miss but really that would just be arguing semantics to make much of it. In a handful of minutes though the blur became a uniform greenish-brown as he passed from south-eastern Colorado, over a narrow strip of Oklahoma and then became clearer as he slowed down over the Texas Panhandle. As Wade had promised very little time passed from when he'd crossed the Texas border before the Kimmunicator went off.

"Okay," Ron came to a halt in mid-air, "how am I doing?"

"Pretty good," Wade looked over at another monitor, "I'll set up a map with your location and the coordinates Kim gave me then scale it down as you get closer."

"Thanks," Ron made to cut the conversation.

"Wait," Wade interrupted before Ron could hit the button, "when you're done with Kim make sure you get back to Bonnie and Yori fast, they're fine but they've got some news you're really going to want to hear."

"And that news is…" Ron looked down at the screen.

"Nothing bad," Wade replied, "just keep your mind on Kim right now then think about news when you're done."

"Right," Ron sighed, "I'll call again when I'm finished here."

Ron cut the conversation and less than a minute later his eyes spotted a small white spot in the never ending expanse of blue below. It quickly grew as he approached and before long it began to take on all the characteristics of a rather plush yacht, complete with a Luthorcorp logo on the side as if to mock Ron about his failure two years ago.

As he landed on the aft deck of the yacht a door opened and out stepped the focus of nearly all his waking moments since graduation. For all that he knew she was one of the most dangerous people in the world as she was Ron couldn't help think how normal Kim looked. Her capris and tank top were close enough to the Kim he knew that Ron wouldn't have been surprised to find them in her closet during high school. The only surface detail that seemed out of place was the glass of wine she held in one hand, there was nothing illegal about it since they were in international waters but somehow Ron thought that Kim wouldn't particularly care about any laws she might be breaking in any case.

"Hi Ron," Kim's voice sounded so familiar it almost ached, "I'm glad you could make it, I really want to talk to you."

"Kim," Ron drew on all his ninja training to remain calm, "I have to admit that even with everything that's happened it's still nice to see you."

"Please sit," Kim sat down in a chair and motioned for Ron to take the seat across a small table, "we never caught up with what we've been doing for the last two years and I'm absolutely everything that's happened is all because we just haven't talked enough about what we both want. But I think this is where we can fix all that, catch up on the last two years and then we can talk out just what's gone wrong between the two of us, we're best friends and it shouldn't be like this."

"No it shouldn't," this was turning into a far more painful experience than Ron's worst nightmares had imagined, "I'm just not sure how we can fix this, the one thing you're sure you have to do is the one thing I won't let you do."

"Well we shouldn't start with something like that," a look of sadness crossed Kim's face, "it felt like I hardly knew you the last time we talked, let's just catch up on the last two years so I can even say you're the Ron I've known for so long."

"I guess that's a good idea," Ron steeled himself for the experience, "After you disappeared I moped around for a little bit, but before too long everyone ganged up on me and made me get past losing you and start focusing on what I'd have to do to get you back. That summer I went over to Japan to start at Yamanouchi and start getting myself ready for college classes. I picked up speaking Japanese pretty well but reading it is still a nightmare, trying to learn three thousand kanji ranks up there with that summer at Camp Wannaweep as far as suffering goes."

"But you picked up another language," Kim had a bright almost normal smile on her face, "and that's what counts, I always told you there was nothing you couldn't do if you'd ever apply yourself."

"Yeah," Ron laughed sadly, "well anyways after the summer I started working towards an MBA at Tokyo U, it was a bit of a commute from Yamanouchi but I always managed and it got downright easy once I actually learned to fly. I know it sounds pretty boring but for most of the last two years that's been my life. School at Tokyo U, then come back and use my powers to do all my homework in a few minutes and then train with Sensei so I could save you when I came back. I tried to read scrolls about the Omega Simia when I could but most of the time I messed up so badly that at the end I was like the dog did what with the chicken, so Sensei ended up doing most of the reading and then telling me what was in the scrolls. Then about a month ago I woke up and my Mystical Monkey Power was telling me something was up, I went in to talk to Sensei and he said that he'd taught me everything he could and the time had come for me to go back to America. I set off and when I got here I found you, and I guess you know the rest."

"That's so like you," Kim seemed so normal but something was still off that Ron couldn't put his finger on, "always throwing yourself into whatever you do one hundred percent and always thinking about others before yourself. I never did thank you for all the times you did that for me during high school, but once we're together again things are going to be different."

"Let's not go jumping the gun KP," Ron said in a calm almost Zen fashion, "Tell me what you've been up to for the last two years and we'll get to why we keep fighting each other when we meet."

"Right," Kim seemed to come back to earth from wherever she'd gone, "You weren't the only one who was bummed out after I left, I just didn't give myself the luxury of a few days to reboot, I told myself that every day I was training was another day Bonnie and Yori had you in their clutches. I traveled around a lot since Monkey Fist is a wanted criminal and Lex it turns out has plenty of things the government would probably be less than happy to find out about and no one wanted to be in one place for too long. But I threw everything I had into learning everything they could teach me, I was the perfect assistant to Lex and absorbed everything he said and everything the tutors he hired for me taught. And when I wasn't with Lex I was training and drilling until Monkey Fist had to call it quits because he couldn't keep up, I learned everything about Monkey Kung Fu he knew and all the fire jutsu he could teach me. And then after about a year and a half I noticed something, I had become stronger than Monkey Fist and I knew more about running Luthorcorp then Lex did. So one weekend during a training session I let loose all my powers on Monkey Fist and by the time I was done he was a quadriplegic. Don't get me wrong I thought about killing him to eliminate the threat forever but I'm not sure what sort of effects that would have on the Omega Simia and me, I can't risk that when I'm so close to finishing my plan. The next week I pretty much did what amounted to a hostile takeover of Luthorcorp, Lex still goes to all the board meetings as the chair and does all the press conferences but he doesn't even tie his shoe without my permission. Since then I've been working to spread Luthorcorp around the world to get ready for what I'm planning, but there's one thing left. Ron I need your help."

Many times over the last years Ron had imagined and dreamed of those words coming from Kim's mouth, the reality though was more like one of his nightmares.

Still he let a note of cautious optimism enter his voice as he spoke, "and what do you need my help with?"

"It's like this," Kim took a sip from her wine, "we always had to win every single time when we were fighting villains together, every week it was like we had to fight a new freak and it just never seemed to end. But they only had to win once and that was it, game over for all of us. So ever since I pulled my little coup on Monkey Fist and Lex I've been working on a plan so the good guys can win once and for all. I've managed to get Luthorcorp assets in strategic places in nearly every country in the world and as soon as I give the word they can move to force the entire world in line. I just need your help to do it, once we've taken over we can fix everything, no more villains, poverty, crime, corruption, it'll be a peaceful orderly utopia for the rest of our lives."

"Kim," Ron's voice was laden with sorrow, "you don't fight the villains by becoming one. You used different words but that could have been pulled from any of Drakken or Dementor's villainous monologues. You beat villains by showing them that no matter how far they sink they can't win and they can't make you follow them down into the darkness. Just to make a point what would you do with Bonnie and Yori in this utopia of yours?"

"They're not anywhere around us," Kim sounded almost pleading, "it's okay to tell me what they've done to you these past two years. They're some of the worst villains I've ever seen and they're definitely going to die when the time comes but you'll feel a lot better if you get everything they've done to you or your family to make you stay with them."

"Well then we're back at square one," Ron sighed morosely, "I can't let you do the one thing you're determined to do. And I won't let this plan of yours go through Kim. My parents adopted a baby girl, little angel named Hana, I wasn't too fond of her at first but I got to know her and she's the sweetest girl ever. KP I'm a big brother now and I've got to look out for Hana, your 'peaceful orderly utopia' isn't a world I want to let my little sister grow up in. Bonnie and Yori haven't done anything to me, you're just never willing to listen when I tell you that, but if you try to take over the world we'll be there to stop you."

"That's wonderful about your little sister," Kim smiled wanly, "but I'm doing this for people like her, to make sure your little sister doesn't grow up in a world where you have to spend all your time looking over her shoulder for monsters that aren't just under her bed. She deserves a life where she can do whatever she wants without having to worry that some freak is going to come wreck it all. Please Ron for Hana's sake help me save the world one last time."

"I'm sorry Kim," Ron stood up, "but it doesn't look like we're going to be able to talk this one out. It was nice seeing you again but it seems one of us is going to have to prove the other one wrong for this to end."

"I'm sorry too Ron," Kim also stood up, "I'll see you around I guess."

"Yeah," Ron took flight and as quickly as he dared he sped off towards Bonnie and Yori.

Back on the yacht Kim watched with a sad look on her face as the best friend she'd ever had flew away from her and the future she'd offered him. She sensed a flare of ki behind her and turned with a scowl on her face as Fukushima appeared on the deck with a swirl of flame.

"Mistress," he bowed low, "I have news I think you will find most interesting."

"You'd better," Kim's voice promised much suffering if he disappointed.

"Yes," Fukushima's voice trembled noticeably, "the two responsible for your misery. They have found someone who is more powerful than them and us, one who can use jutsu from at least two elements and likely from all of them. She was a blonde girl, I believe her name was Tara-something."

A very evil and chilling smile grew on Kim's face, " Tara, hiding that from us all this time, who would have thought? But that is interesting news and your interruption is forgiven. As much as I'd hoped he wouldn't Ron rejected my offer but I believe that with the proper… training Tara could more than fill his role in the plan. Leave me, I need to think how to incorporate these new developments, I will call you when I have orders for you."

Fukushima disappeared once more and Kim sat back down with the smile still in place, this was an interesting development indeed, and the fact that it could bring pain to Bonnie and Yori just made the prospect of recruiting Tara to her side all the more appealing.

AN: Oh I am such a happy camper right now, no news on law school or anything but Wicked is coming to Denver next month! And now that my totally self serving nerd moment is over how'd you all like the little curves I threw out this chapter? I see the mob is back in full force outside my apartment so I guess that means I should stop typing this and get to work on chapter four so you can all find out what happens. In that case ciao all, same time same place next Friday.