Bad Moon Rising
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A Kim Possible fanfic.
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by Zombie Boy
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Come to the nightmare, come to me, deep down in the dark where the devil be, in the maw with the jaws and the razor teeth, where the brimstone burns and the angel weeps. Call to the gods if I cross your path and my silhouette hangs like a body bag; hope is a moment now long past, the shadow of death is the one I cast.
The Warrior Song, by unknown group.
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Ron sat cross legged on the futon, Shego sprawled out in front of him like a nude out of a painting, sound asleep. Slouching forward, he studied his new partner/woman who was bearing his child as she slumbered.
A smile creased his face as a thought struck him. "I always have tried to 'never be normal'," he thought, referring to his personal motto "But I never thought I'd have a relationship that followed that guideline."
As his gaze wandered over the sleeping Shego, it lit on her left hand lying in front of him, finders curled halfway into a fist, her nails glinting in the morning light.
"Huh." Ron thought. "I just realized that she has long nails."
Leaning closer, he looked at her nails in greater detail. They were long, natural, and had been meticulously filed into a smooth half oval shape. There was also an edge beveled onto them Ron noted.
"She must have really strong nails if she can keep an edge on them and not have chip or crack." he mused, then he glanced over at the clock and saw that it was going on nine thirty. "And as much as I would love to sleep the morning away next to a smoking hot chick, we've things things to do today."
And then Ron found himself confronted with a bit of a dilemma: how to wake Shego.
He didn't just want to crudely shake her awake, that much was certain. Nor did he want to nudge her awake, so how was he going to...
A grin formed on his face as an idea struck him.
Reaching forward, he gently brushed her hair away from her face. "Shego ..." he said softly as he gently ran his finger along her jawline. "Shego ..."
Shego mumbled something unintelligible that Ron strongly suspected was French and her eyes fluttered open. She blinked, and then focused on Ron.
"Morning." Ron greeted her.
"Morning." Shego returned in French. "What time is it?" she asked.
"Last time I checked, it was going on nine thirty."Ron answered.
Shego rubbed an eye and propped herself up on an elbow. "Time to get up, huh?" she asked.
"Yeah." Ron said. "We gotta plan on how we're going to take down Drakken today."
Shego smiled when Ron said that. "It's so good to hear you say that." she said.
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Forty five minutes later, after some breakfast and coffee, Shego and Ron found themselves seated at a table with Sensei, Yori, and Naota, the boy they had met the day before.
"Okay." Shego said, opening their planning session. "We know where the blue man is. Now, how do we kill him?"
"That is a very good question." Sensei said.
Naota was the first one to propose something, Shego not understanding his Japanese.
"What'd he say?" she asked Ron.
"He suggested that we just shoot him in the head." Ron explained to her.
"That might work." Shego said, nodding in agreement. "We got any silver bullets?"
"Nope."
"Well, crap." Shego said and drummed her fingers on the table. "I'm out of ideas then."
"We could use the Lotus Blade." Yori suggested.
Shego arched an eyebrow at the kunochi's suggestion. "The what?" she asked.
Ron smirked at her and held up his hand. She was about to ask what he was doing when his hand glowed blue and a katana sliced through the paper screen, flipped end over end to land grip first in his hand.
"This." Ron said, holding it up for her to see.
"Oh." Shego said, eying the sword cautiously. "Okay. A magic sword. That should work."
"I should hope so." Ron said. "Now, let's figure out how I'm gonna pull this off."
"You?" Shego asked, emphasizing his use of the singular pronoun. "We're doing this together sidekick."
"Shego ..." Ron began. "You're pregnant. Infiltrating a base to kill a homicidal mad man who's a werewolf isn't the sort of thing that you should be doing."
Shego scowled at him and crossed her arms. "Don't you tell me what to do-" she started to say, then paused as she turned a deeper shade of green. "Where-" she chocked out.
"Down the hall and to your left." Yori said.
Shego nodded as she hopped to her feet and dashed out of the room.
"Touchy." Naota commented.
"She's strong willed, pregnant, and under a lot of stress." Ron told him, answering in Japanese. "Don't forget Drakken's already tried to kill us already."
"All the more reason for her to sit this one out." Naota pointed out. "Bring her the Doctor's head."
Ron did a double take at Naotas statement, for he had said it with complete seriousness.
"What?" he asked.
"Bring her his head." Naota repeated. "She seems to be the type who that would work for."
"How can say that?" Ron asked in a somewhat shocked tone. "I'm just curious, just how are you, a kid, able to say that?"
"I'm a genin of the Hagakure clan." Naota answered calmly. "Does that answer your question?"
Ron shivered slightly. "Yes, unfortunately." he said.
"If you want to walk the path of the ninja, you have to tread in some very dark places." intoned Sensei.
Naota and Yori nodded their agreement as Shego came back into the room.
"Tread where?" she asked.
"We were discussing philosophies." Sensei said. "Naota here had a proposal about the impasse over your coming along on this mission."
"What kind of proposal?" Shego asked.
"Ah, Naota, suggested, that I, um-" Ron began, then gulped "- bring you Drakken's head."
"Oh." Shego said, surprised. Cocking her hip to one side and tapped a finger against her lips as she pondered Naota's idea. "Hmmm ... Okay."
"You'd ... like that?" Ron asked.
Shego arched an eyebrow at Ron. "The fucker tried to kill me." she explained, then glanced down at her stomach "Hmm. I guess becoming a mom can make you homicidal. Who knew?"
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"So, if I'm not going with you, who is?" Shego asked Ron.
"What?" Ron asked.
"You've explained why you don't want me to come along with you on this." Shego elaborated. "You can't be thinking about doing this alone..."
Ron shrugged. "Well, actually I was." he told her.
Shego stared at Ron for several long incredulous seconds. "Are you out of your mind?" she asked finally.
"Depends on who you ask..." Ron said sheepishly.
Shego rolled her eyes.
"I'll go."
Ron and Yori both choked in surprise, while Sensei was nonplussed.
"What did he say?" she asked Ron.
"He... he just volunteered to come with me." Ron explained to Shego. "Naota, you're a kid-"
"I'm a genin in the Hagakure. I have training with firearms. I'm the best qualified person available to come with you." Naota countered.
"I don't think your father would approve of this." Ron pointed out.
"My father is not here, nor is my grandfather here." Naota explained. "They're both Hagakure jonin. They both would sign off on me being capable of doing this mission. In absence of them, Sensei is the one who makes that call."
Ron blinked, then looked over at Sensei.
"Sensei?" he asked.
"I ... will need to consider Mr Sanos request." Sensei stated carefully. "Excuse me."
Shego watched as Sensei got to his feet and left the room, followed by Yori.
"Ron, what's going on?" she asked.
"Sensei's considering his offer." Ron told her.
Shego paused, then looked at Naota.
"Shit."
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While Sensei pondered Naotas offer, Shego took a walk to clear her head. As she wandered, she ran into the boy in question. He was seated on the porch of one of the buildings with an acoustic guitar, picking out a tune.
"Hey." she said, walking up to him.
Naota stopped playing and turned around to face Shego. He looked at her for a moment, then said something to her in Japanese.
"You know anything besides Japanese?" Shego asked with a frown. "Vietnamese?French?"
Naota cocked his head to one side slightly. "Vietnamese." he said. "A little."
Shego nodded. "Okay, that's good." she said. "We can communicate."
"Why you talk?" Naota asked.
Shego thought for a moment on how to best put her questions into pidgen Vietnamese.
"Why do you want to go with Ron?" she asked.
"I am a shadow warrior." explained Naota after a moment's thought. "It is what I am."
"But you're a kid." Shego pointed out.
"I'm a genin of the Hagakure." Naota countered, the Japanese words clashing with the Vietnamese.
"What does that mean?" Shego asked.
"What?" Naota asked.
"Genin, and Hagakure." Shego explained. "What do those mean?"
Naota took a moment to puzzle out what she had said. "Genin means my rank, and Hagakure is my clan."
"Oh." she said. "So, why are you asking to come along?"
"Evil." Naota stated.
"What?" Shego asked.
"The doctor. He evil." Naota explained. "Like the man who took my mother."
Shego blinked a couple of times. "What happened to your mother?"she asked.
"She was murdered." Naota explained and picked a couple of strings. "When I was five."
Shego cocked her head to one side and looked at him. "So this is revenge." she said.
"Maybe." Naota said. "He evil. He have to die."
Shego nodded, finally understanding his reasoning, and sat down cross legged in front of him. "Okay. I understand." she said. "So. Play me a song."
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Sensei called them back in the mid afternoon.
"So, what's your decision?" Ron asked after they all had sat down.
"After much deliberation, I've decided that Naota can accompany Stoppable-san on his mission." Sensei said, and then turned his attention to Ron. "Understand that I made this decision after much deliberation. I'm placing Naota in your charge, Stoppable-san. He must come back. Do you understand?"
Ron nodded. "I understand." he said.
"Good." Sensei said. "Now lets get to work. We have a lot of planning to do."
"Speaking of which, how much do we know about Drakken's base?" Shego asked.
"We figured that you could fill us in on what it looks like." Yori commented.
"Ah, yeah." Shego said. "That's the problem. I've never been in that base. I didn't know that he even had that base until the kid here found it."
"That is a problem." Yori said in a bit of understatement.
"So we know nothing of how it's laid out." Ron said.
"Pretty much, yeah." Shego said.
"Well, that certainly complicates things." Ron sighed.
"We can work around that." Naota pointed out.
"What-" Shego started to ask.
"He said that we can improvise." Ron translated.
"Well, that is one of your strengths." Shego mused. "Lord knows, you managed improvise enough ways to blow up lairs when I was working for the blue man."
Ron shrugged. "I have my ways." he said.
"So what are you and Naota -kun going to do?" Yori asked from where she had been translating the conversation for Naota.
"Like Naota said, we can work around any problems." Ron told her, and looked at the sat photos again. "So, what kind of gear do you think we'll need?"
Naota listened as Yori translated Rons question before he answered. "Your standard mission gear should be fine." he said. "I can grab my gear when we head out."
"Okay then ..." Ron said.
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Normally, Sensei would have had Ron and Naota head out in the morning after a full night's rest, but in light of Drakken's behavior they were going to be heading out that evening, at around ten o'clock local time.
Ron was taking advantage of the time they had to wait to get some rest, and was sprawled out on the futon in the room that he and Shego were sharing. While he lay back and rested, Shego on the other hand was sitting with her back against the wall, twiddling her nail file between her fingers.
Suddenly she stopped and clenched the file in her fist.
"Ron." she said, addressing the blond man sprawled out in front of her.
"Mmm?" Ron said, opening his eyes and looking at her. "What is it?"
"Come back from this, okay?" Shego asked.
"I was planning on it." Ron said, propping himself up on his elbows. "Don't worry, I'll be careful." he said.
" I know you will." Shego said. "But I know Drakken. He's gonna have traps, and you're not going to have your mole rat buddy to bail you out."
Ron rubbed one of his eyes and shifted to a more comfortable position. "Shego, don't worry. I'll have Naota backing me up. He's surprisingly skilled." he reassured her.
"And that's another thing." Shego said, the comment about the kid reminding her of some other things that had been bothering her. "Make sure he comes back too. He needs help."
That made Ron arch his eyebrows at Shego. "You're being awfully maternal." he pointed out.
Shego smiled and put a hand on her belly. "Yeah, I blame your hellspawn for this." she said. "But, seriously, he needs help. Eight year olds should not talk like he does."
"You've talked with him?" Ron asked.
Shego gave a nod of her head. "Yeah." she said. "When the old man was off thinking, I had a conversation with him. Turns out he knows some Vietnamese.
Anyways, I had a talk with him and he was... professional is the term I'd use to describe him. And it wasn't false bravado, or anything like that. This kid is the real deal."
"I take it you've met professionals?" Ron asked.
"I've... met some, worked with some, dated some..." Shego replied after a moments thought.
"Dated?" Ron asked.
Shego shrugged. "He worked for Umbrella." she said.
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Elsewhere, the man known as Hunk sneezed as he sat at his kitchen table waiting for his soufflé to finish.
"Someone was talking about me..." he muttered.
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"Anyways, like I said, Naota needs help." Shego said. "I'm not normally the give a damn about the human race type, but kids... kid's I make an exception for."
"So why did yo try to kill me and KP so many times?" Ron asked.
Shego gave a Gallic shrug. "Easy. You both had grass on the field, so that meant you weren't kids anymore."
"You draw the line at puberty?" Ron asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Yeah." Shego said. "The way I figure it, if you can have kids of your own, you're not a kid anymore and should be treated as such."
"That... makes sense, in a to the point kind of way." Ron said.
"That's the way I am." Shego said, and then levered herself off the wall. "And speaking of which, I'm stressed as all hell right now."
Ron blinked a couple of times as Shego began pulling her shirt off. "Ahhh..." he said as he tired to think of something to say. "As much as I'd like to, I, uh, have got to rest..." he began.
"Oh, I know." Shego said as she grabbed hold of his waistband. "That's one of the neat things about the cowgirl and reverse cowgirl positions. You won't have to do much, but I'll be able to get off, and plus, it'll help you get to sleep."
"What?" Ron asked as she yanked down his pants.
"Don't worry." Shego said as she grabbed hold of him. "Your guy here agrees with me." she added. "Though could you do me a favor and get my bra?"
"Sure-!" Ron said as Shego started going down on him.
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Ron awoke to the sound of someone gently rapping on the sliding rice paper screen door of the room. Blinking a couple of times, he looked over at the clock beside the bed and saw that it was about an hour and a half before he and Naota were to leave.
"Yeah?" he asked, keeping his voice just loud enough to be heard by whoever was at the door.
"Stoppable-san, it's time to get ready." Yori said from the other side of the door.
"Right." Ron said. "I'll be right there."
Feeling a warm body lying next to him, Ron looked to his right and saw that Shego was lying next to him on her side, stark naked and sound asleep. Smiling to himself, he carefully got up with out waking her and quietly got dressed.
He was about to leave when he stopped and turned around. Padding over to his bag, he opened it up and rummaged around for a bit before pulling out the Star that Shego's father had gave him, along with the magazines and the box of ammunition.
Cradling the items in his crook of his arm, Ron slid the screen open and stepped outside where Yori was waiting for him.
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Yori lead Ron to one of the many nondescript buildings that littered the compound, where inside he found another tramway terminal, and Naota was waiting for him.
"You have a pistol." was the first thing that Naota said to him when he came in.
"Yeah. Shego's dad gave it to me, and I figured that it'd be a good idea to bring it along." Ron said.
Naota nodded once at Ron's explanation. "Have you ever shot a gun before?" he asked.
Ron shook his head. "No." he answered.
Naota grunted and held out his hand. "Let me see it." he said.
Ron shifted a few items around and handed it to Naota butt first, like he had seen a few times in the movies. Naota took the gun and began looking it over. As he did, Ron noticed that he had changed clothes.
Instead of the baggy shirt, shorts and sandals he had previously been wearing, Naota was dressed in a somewhat loose fitting long sleeved black shirt, with black cotton pants tucked into soft black lace up boots.
He also had tied hair back with a black bandanna that had a metal plate attached to it, which was covering his forehead. The plate had some dull, scratched, matte black coating on it, and there was a symbol engraved on it.
"Alright." Naota said when he finished his inspection "here's how this thing works:" he began by pointing at the top of the gun. "This is the slide. You pull it all the way back and let it go to chamber a round." he said, pulling the slide back for emphasis and releasing it.
The slide didn't go forward, however. It clicked and stayed put, all the way back.
"If it does this, that means it's empty." Naota continued, then pointed at a button next to the trigger on the left side of the grip "You push this to eject the magazine-" he pressed it and the magazine was ejected from the bottom of the grip and he caught it "And you then insert a loaded magazine in it's place."
Naota reinserted the ejected magazine and slapped it home with the heel of his hand. "You use your thumb on your shooting hand to depress the slide release here-" he pointed to a lever above the trigger that was pushed up into a notch in the slide, then he put his thumb on it and pushed down, releasing the slide and sending it forward with a clack "and release the slide, which chambers another round."
Naota then pointed to another lever at the rearmost part of the gun. "This is the safety. Up is safe-" he flipped the lever up with his thumb to demonstrate "Down is fire. You aim by putting the front sight on the target and then aligning the rear one with the front. Once they're aligned, you pull the trigger."
Naota then handed the gun back to Ron butt first. "Also, you keep the safety on and your finger off the trigger until you are ready to shoot, and then you point the gun at whatever you want to shoot. Understand?"
Ron nodded hesitantly as he took the gun. "Yeah." he said. "I think so, anyways."
Naota grunted. "Well, we'll have plenty of time to practice on the flight over." he said.
"I'm probably gonna need it." Ron said as he clambered onto the train. "By the way, Yori, did you get that stuff I asked for?"
Yori nodded as she climbed onto the engine of the tram. "Yes, Stoppable -san." she said. "I pulled the spare set of mission you left here from storage. They're in that bag that's sitting next to you."
Ron looked to left and noticed the small black gym bag sitting next to him. "Oh, thanks, Yori, you rock." he said.
As Yori started up the tram, Ron unzipped the bag and dumped stuff he was carrying into it.
"And now, theres one last thing I gotta do." Ron said, holding his hand up in the air.
Naota was about to ask what it was when Ron focused and blue energy formed around his hand. There was a crash and then the Lotus Blade flew into his hand.
"Can't leave without this." he explained to Naota.
"It would make killing the doctor kind of hard, wouldn't it?" Naota asked.
Ron nodded. "That it would." he said. "That it would."
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Author's note: And I finally got another chapter out. Thank you for your patience, I promise to get the next one out quicker.