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The Closet II

Chapter 6

A New Adversary

On Tuesday of the next week, Ron and Kim's assistance was requested for the recovery of a priceless idol by the famous British archeologist, Lord Montgomery Fiske. The two teens traveled to Cambodia to help with the extraction of a jade monkey idol from a hidden monkey temple, much to the anguish of Ron. Even though he had been improving his martial arts skills and overcoming his fear of closed in places, Ron still had some major monkey issues because of a childhood experience at Camp Wannaweep where he had to bunk with a deranged mascot by the name of Bobo the Chimp. Even with Kim's pleading, coaxing and cajoling of her Potential Boy, she couldn't bring out Serious Ron for the mission.

Fortunately, while Ron cowered in fear at the sight of the monkey motif temple and was overwhelmingly derided by Lord Fiske of said fear, Kim saved the monkey idol from a snaky, thorny, perilous pit. It was no big.

Unfortunately, that night as everyone slept in the jungle before hiking out the next morning, the jade statue was stolen by a mysterious, black clad ninja.

Fortunately, no one was hurt in the encounter when Kim and Ron tried to stop the villainous intruder.

Unfortunately, Ron was so encased in his sleeping bag that he was unable to help Kim fight off the ninja and the thief got away with the prize.

Fortunately for our two teen heroes, Lord Fiske was unphased by the theft and shrugged it off to all of their misfortune.

After returning to Middleton, Kim, being who she was and curious as always, wanted to find out more about the legend of the simian idol and it's supposed three other counterparts that Lord Fiske had told them about. She thought about going to England to see Lord Fiske to discuss the matter but she had a family obligation to attend to. Wade offered to send a new invention of his, the Holo-Kim, in her place. While Kim found the offer tempting, she finally decided to put off the trip until she could find the time to make the journey herself.

Ron however felt shame over the disastrous mission and, with his vastly improved fighting skills and new-found confidence from said skills, took it upon himself to travel to England and face his fears and Lord Fiske alone, monkey phobias be damned. Ron talked to Wade and convinced the computer genius that he needed to redeem himself. Wade needed very little convincing though, he could see the love and sincerity in Ron's pleading eyes. So with Wade's help and Kim unaware of his plans, Ron went to Lord Fiske's castle and boldly rang the doorbell.

"Sir," Lord Fiske's manservant Bates said as he led the blond boy into a huge sitting room to see his master, "there's a Ronald Stoppable here to see you."

"Ron Stoppable?" Lord Fiske bellowed as he rose from his chair and knocked over the tea set he was currently using. It crashed to the floor. "Kim Possible doesn't see fit to challenge me herself? She merely sends her monkey phobic lackey to face me?"

"Kim doesn't want to challenge you," Ron answered as he stepped around the manservant to approach the Lord of the manor. He simply ignored the lackey slight aimed at him, having heard that and worse from other vile villains he had faced before. He ignored the putdown as merely coming from a British, upper class elitist. "She simply wants more information about the legend of the monkey idols."

"Oh, but she will want to challenge me," Lord Fiske growled as he kicked off his oversized slippers and took off his gloves to reveal he had simian hands and feet. "For I, Monkey Fist, seek to rule the world! Ha-ha! Hahahahahahahahaha!" His insane sounding, monkey-esque laughter echoed in the vast sitting room of the castle.

"Why would anyone want to rule the world?" Ron merely questioned the hirsute Lord, unphased by the sudden appearance of monkey-like appendages. He later wrote off his lack of fear to the fact that he knew that Lord Fiske still appeared to be mostly human.

"It's an English thing," Lord Fiske blithely responded with a casual flip of the hand as he quickly calmed down and regained his snobby, upper class, British demeanor.

"Oh, you mean like when the British Empire used to rule most of the know world," Ron said with a knowing nod, having recently studied that particular aspect of history in school. "It's too bad you guys lost all of that, otherwise all you'd have to do to rule the world is become the Queen of England."

"Bah," Lord Fiske scowled as he scampered over to the fireplace on all fours like a monkey and pulled down on a small statue on the mantle. The fireplace moved aside revealing a staircase heading downward. "The English Government can't hold on to a pint of ale in a high wind. I, on the other monkey's hand, can and will rule the world using the Mystical Monkey Powers I'll gain from the statues."

"Dude," Ron started as he and Bates followed Lord Fiske down the hidden staircase to a large secret dojo with a distinctly monkey motif, "while I admire anyone having a goal in life, the way you're going about it is sick and wrong. I mean it's sick to think that monkeys are all that and it's wrong to turn yourself into one in order to rule the world. I had to bunk with Bobo the Chimp at Camp Wannaweep when I was little and he was just wrong-sick!" He let out a shudder at the hideous memory that had led to his monkey phobia but completely ignored the dojo's design since his focus was on the conversation with Lord Fiske and not the monkey-osity of the room.

Lord Fiske briefly disappeared behind a bamboo partition and came out dressed like a ninja in a tight fitting black shinobi shozoku, the garb normally associated with a ninja, as he spoke. "Yes, you are partially correct. Chimpanzees, while still part of the simian race, are definitely wrong. They are ugly, disgusting creatures that only want to eat and poop. Monkeys on the other paw, are a majestic, graceful, powerful race who should rule over all of the other beasts of the jungle. They are truly a symbol of power!"

"But," Ron scratched his head in mild confusion, "you don't have a tail. According to my teacher in biology class monkeys have tails and chimps don't. Doesn't that mean you should be calling yourself Chimp Fist or something like that? How about Lemur Fist? Lemurs don't have tails either." (Actually they do but Ron occasionally does still get his fact wrong.)

"I've had this same discussion with M'Lord," Bates exhaustedly stated. "He still doesn't see the difference."

"I didn't have enough money left to add on a tail when I went through the mutation process," Fiske defensively yelped, ignoring his manservant as he moved over to stand on a weird monkey silhouette painted on the floor. "I spent the entire family fortune to simply change my hands and feet. The tail would've cost extra."

"Well, I suppose if you want to complete the process," Ron said as he pulled out his wallet and opened it, only to see a moth fly out of the empty opening, "I could ask my dad to release some of my Naco money to loan you so you can have a tail. Otherwise your body doesn't fit the Monkey Fist moniker."

"It doesn't matter," Lord Fiske angrily dismissed as he panned a paw around the room indicating the four jade monkey statues sitting on pedestals surround him. "Soon, I will have the power to rule the world and then I can get my tail!" He let out with his howling, chimp and/or monkey-type laugh again.

"But it make a big difference," Ron said as he stepped up to the crazed man to explain further. Just then, jagged yellow beams of light shot out from the four statues engulfing both Ron and Lord Fiske in a bright lemony, golden colored glow. They were raised into the air to the sounds of screeching monkeys. After a brief moment the yellowy jagged beams ceased and Ron and Fiske fell to the floor, wisps of hazy smoke seeping from their bodies.

"What have you done!" Monkey Fist screeched as he rose from the floor and angrily pointed at the blond boy. "Only I was suppose to receive the power!" The English Lord tried to kick Ron in the side.

"Hey!" Ron yelled as he blocked the foot/paw aside with a move Kim had taught him only last week during their training. "We weren't done talking yet when that Mystical Monkey stuff struck! I didn't wanna take anything away from you!"

"But you now know too many of my secrets and possess the power also," Monkey Fist hissed at the boy as he struck an odd, monkey looking, martial arts pose. "For that, I shall kill you!"

"Not on my Aunt Sarah's life!" Ron boldly shot back as he kipped up to his feet and took a fighting stance of his own. Rufus hopped out of Ron's pants pocket and scurried over to Bates, away from the forthcoming battle.

"Get away from me you vile rodent," Bates growled as he tried to step on the small naked mole rat. Rufus started to glow with a blue hue, caught the foot and threw the stout manservant into the wall. Bates collapsed into a heap like the proverbial house of cards during an moderate earthquake. "Ow."

Meanwhile, Fist attacked Ron and they traded punches and kicks in true martial arts style. Ron held his own for a brief bit but Fist's advanced training began to wear down the blond youngster. Finally Ron was literally under foot with one of Monkey Fist's lower paws grasping his throat.

"Now, you will die," Monkey Fist gleefully growled as he ground his foot/paw into Ron's neck, "and after I create an army of monkey ninja I'll be able to take over the world!"

"As I said before," Ron grunted as he tried to wrench the appendage off his throat by twisting the big opposable toe and pushing the paw off of him, "not on my Aunt. Sarah's. LIFE!" Ron started to glow with a blue hue. An unfelt wind tousled his hair about and Ron was able to throw the simian-man to the side. Ron slowly rose to his feet as the blue aura amped up to a brilliant, almost blinding light. He was panting from the fight but quickly got his second wind as he said, "If you want to rule the world it's okay by me as long as you do it legally. But if you want to rule the world using monkeys, well, that's another matter! Altogether!"

"What's happening?" Fist anxiously got out before Ron raised his foot and angrily stomped down hard on the floor causing the whole room, and maybe even the entire castle, to violently tremble. Books fell from their shelves. The bamboo curtain unsteadily teetered and then toppled over. The four statues jolted back and forth on their pedestals.

"My statues!" Fist yelped and clambered on all fours to catch the falling idols. He managed to retrieve all of the idols before they hit the floor. The chimpanzee man (remember, no tail!) let out a sigh of relief. "At least my statues are safe."

"Not for long," Ron menacingly growled as he turned to his diminutive friend who was still shrouded in a blue hued aura of his own. "Rufus!"

"Right!" the naked mole rat firmly said with a nod as he ran toward his big buddy. Rufus leapt into the air and, aided by a boosting toss from Ron's hands, flew at the former English Lord like a missile and preformed a perfect flying side kick into the face of Fist.

The four monkey idols flew out of Monkey Fist's hands/paws and broke into hundreds of pieces when they crashed against the walls of the room. Monkey Fist was hurled into a heap in the corner of the room.

Kim was a little disturbed when Ron related the story to her but she quickly reined in her astonishment that an English Lord would want to rule the world and congratulated Ron on a job well done. They celebrated with a trip to Bueno Nacho and a night in the closet after Ron suffered another nightmare brought on by the remembrances of the monkey filled encounter. Kim masturbated Ron with one hand while she brought herself to blissful release with the other. Ron fondled Kim's breasts while they kissed. After twenty five minutes of naked, adult-style playtime, they both fell asleep in each other's arms and dreamed pleasant dreams.

xxxxxx

The next day at school as Ron was rummaging through his still untidy locker and Kim patiently waited for him to retrieve his needed textbooks, Bonnie Rockwaller walked up on the pair.

"I understand Stoppable has something new to worry about," the brunette snarked to the teen couple as she stepped up behind Ron's back and leaned in. "MONKEYS!" she yelled in Ron's ear.

Ron leapt five feet into the air, frightened by the surprise verbal attack, but twisted in mid leap and came down with a fist headed straight for Bonnie's face. It stopped only millimeters from the brunette's cute button nose.

"Ron may have a phobia about monkeys, Bonnie," Kim laughed as Ron panted and slumped against the lockers to get his wits about him, "but he's learning to fight through those fears." She swiftly grabbed the books Ron needed, closed his locker and handed them to her boyfriend then linked arms with Ron as they nonchalantly walked down the hallway to class.

"Stoppable, You… You…!" the teal-eyed brunette angrily yelled at the receding couple before it occurred to her that she'd almost gotten her face bashed in from the little prank she'd pulled. She promptly fainted dead away.

Kim wasn't a bit surprised when Ron was pulled out of their next class to go to the Vice Principal's office. In fact, she was slightly suspicious that Bonnie may have reported the incident and probably twisted the fact to make it look like Ron had started it all and had actually struck the brunette to get him into trouble.

Ron didn't think being called in to the office had anything to do with Bonnie. He thought it had something to do with 'The Look' he had given Mr. Barkin when they first started classes that year. In Ron's Current Events class, Barkin had asked a serious question about the Jewish Concentration Camps during World War II and how a few extremist groups now thought that the Nazi Extermination Camps were a bunch of propaganda. All of the students had responded with a blank stare, not having heard of that particular piece of news.

All, that is, except for Ron.

The blond boy's face scrunched up in anger. He furiously rubbed at his nose and simply refused to answer Barkin's subsequent challenges.

Mr. Barkin, knowing full well that the blond boy was Jewish, took it as Ron being thoroughly disgusted with the topic but it was otherwise. He hadn't been paying attention in class being totally distracted by an irritatingly itchy nose.

That is the true story of 'The Look' and Mr. Barkin had been adversarial with the blond boy ever since.

Anyway, Ron thought the Vice Principal had called him into the office to berate him again over some other minor infraction or to bring up 'The Look' topic again. When Ron arrived in the front office he was prepared to do battle.

"Stoppable," the large man began as Ron stepped into the private office.

"Now look here Mr. B," Ron angrily interrupted as he stepped up to the ex-army lieutenant, "I'm sorry if we got off on the wrong foot but I had an itchy nose."

"What in Sam Hill are you talking about Stoppable?" Mr. Barkin loudly asked in surprise. "I called you in here to inform you that the Principal has been impressed with your school work so far this year."

"What?" Ron begged, taken back in astonishment.

"Yes Stoppable. Your transcripts from Junior High weren't all that impressive but you seem to have turned it all around here in high school." The large man leaned forward on his desk and towered over the smaller Ron. He grinned and hushed, "For that, we'd like to challenge you more by sending you on an exchange program to our sister school in Japan for one month at their request."

"I… I don't know what to say Mr. B," Ron stuttered, still on his heels that this wasn't about some minor infraction or even 'The Look.'

Mr. Barkin stood up to his full 6'4" height and smugly folded his arms across his chest. "Just tell me you won't disappoint the Principal in his faith in you. If you do well over in Japan I just may forget about that look you gave me in your Current Events class."

"I promise I'll do my best," Ron said as his goofy grin spread across his face, relieved that he wasn't facing the big man's wrath again.

Kim was flabbergasted, to say the least, at the news she received when Ron returned from the front office and met up with her in the lunchroom. He had missed a period and a half of classes talking with the Vice Principal and she was sure he'd been suspended or maybe even expelled over the earlier incident with Bonnie. Kim was preparing to lay into the brunette cheerleader during cheer practice until Ron told her why he had been called into Barkin's office.

In preparation for the journey, Mr. Barkin had brought in one of the teachers Ron didn't know for a quick hour and a half long tutorial on the culture, philosophy and language of the Japanese people. Ron wasn't looking forward to eating raw fish and rice for a whole month but he vowed to survive the ordeal, if only to prove himself worthy of the Principal and Mr. B's trust. Barkin was more than satisfied with Ron's attitude and wished his student good luck in the en devour.

Kim was overjoyed and very proud of her Ron for the honor he was receiving and proved so when she gave him a huge, three minute long French kiss right there in the lunchroom. (Much to the delight, judging by the hoots and hollers and catcalls, of the other students in the huge room.) Fortunately, the one teacher on duty in the room at the time ignored the buss, being the tutor brought in to Mr. Barkin's office and fully understanding the situation.

xxxxxx

Ron half watched cheer practice that afternoon from the lowest bleacher seat but was also trying to learn a few Japanese phrases from the book he'd checked out from the school library. In fact, he was so into the translation book he didn't notice when the girls finished practice and left the floor to shower and change. All of the girls that is, except one.

"Stoppable, can we talk?"

Ron looked up from his book and saw Bonnie standing there, covered in perspiration from the workout. "Uh, Bonnie?"

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry for trying to scare you this morning," the brunette timidly said as she coyly twirled a toe on the hardwood floor. "Can I sit down? I'm a little tired after that last routine Kim put us through."

"Uh, sure," Ron said and watched as the teal-eyed girl sat down right next to him. He began to sweat when she scooted up close and grabbed his hand. He nervously asked, "Uh, Bonnie, you do know Kim and I are a couple now, don't you?"

"So I've heard," the sultry brunette almost purred and leaned in to tickle Ron's ear, "but I've also noticed that you've turned yourself around and become a very sexy guy. I mean you've taken charge of your life and I think you deserve a better girlfriend."

Ron swooned a bit under the affectionate onslaught but quickly reigned in his emotional turmoil and slid away from the amorous advance. "No Bonnie," he firmly said as he stood up and faced her. "I have Kim in my life now and she's all I need in a girlfriend!"

"But Ronnie," the cheerleader crooned, swiftly shot up off the bleacher seat and glomped onto him again in a full out, draped all over his body, hug, "you can do so much better than settling for second best."

"I'm not settling for second best," Ron said as he lifted her arms from around his shoulders and pushed away from her again. "Kim is the best thing I got in my life. Why are you doing this?"

"It's just…" Bonnie moaned in defeat from the conviction she could see in his eyes as she slumped back down on the bleacher seat. "…You're shaping up so well that you'll be the best man in the school long before the end of the year. My parents want me to only go after the best things in life and I'd never hear the end of it down if I didn't. My sisters, Connie and Lonnie, are already ragging on me because you and I aren't dating."

"What about you and Brink?" Ron quickly shot back.

"Brick Flagg is popular right now being the star quarterback and captain of the football team but he's a bit dense when it comes to everything else in life," Bonnie said with a bit of a chuckle. "I'd dump him in a New York minute if you said the right words to me."

"So it's all about popularity to you," Ron growled in a huff as he turned his back on the cheerleader. "Brick is the big man on campus right now but I'm gaining in popularity and you want to get on the Ron Train."

"Yep," the teal-eyed girl quickly nodded in agreement, "that about sums it up. The Food Chain here at school demands that I, the most popular girl in school, date the most popular boy in school. With your immense wealth, great haircut and better grades, you're well on your way to being the most popular guy. You only need to update your wardrobe and you'd be golden. Face it Ronnie, we're destined for each other." (Wade had found a courier service that could deliver a monthly supply of Le Goop for Ron so he'd kept the haircut, but he had also kept his casual clothing style as well.)

"Destiny has nothing to do with us," Ron almost shouted as he turned back on the brunette and pointed an accusatory finger at her. "You don't get it, do you! I'm not into the whole Food Chain crapola and it won't matter a wit to anyone once we're out of school! Kim and I don't pay attention to the Food Chain and neither should you! We all should be looking for our own soul mate, the person that completes us, and it shouldn't matter to anyone else who we date! Kim and I love each other and are soul mates so go find your own," Ron nodded in finality before he grabbed his library book, turned and quick-marched out of the gym.

"Mark my word Stoppable, this isn't over!" Bonnie Rockwaller yelled at the receding blond. "You and I will be a couple before the end of the school year, Loser!"

Kim came out of the locker room, heard Bonnie's last word and saw Ron storm through the gymnasium doors towards their lockers. She swiftly followed. "Ron!" she called and raced to catch up to him. She caught up to her boyfriend half way to their lockers. "Why was Bonnie so upset with you?"

"It was nothing important KP," the blond boy growled as his anger waned and he slowed his pace. "She started to give me some of that Food Chain bull hockey and I lost my temper."

"Did she get on your case about the incident this morning?" Kim questioned her boyfriend with a light laugh as they reached their lockers.

"Nope," Ron chuckled, finally getting back to his normal, well never be normal, attitude. "She thinks that just because I'm wealthy, doing better in school and got a good haircut that she and I should be dating. I kinda yelled at her trying to, you know, straighten her out."

"You shot down Bonnie?" Kim roared with laughter as she tried to dial in her combination to the locker. The laugh-fit was so strong she couldn't get the door open and she practically fell into his arms for support.

"Hey yeah," Ron brightened at the notion, "I guess I did."

"I guess that means we can add bravery to the list of your many asset," Kim cooed before she planted a decent kiss on her boyfriend's lips. "You just faced down the wrath of Queen Bonnie for me."

For the rest of the week Kim and Ron went into mission mode and cut their martial arts training time in half, using the time to tutor Ron in the Japanese language and culture. She thought he was well prepared for the exchange program when she, her family and Ron's parents all saw him off at the airport that weekend. Little did she know what the exchange program truly had in store for Ron, and herself.