Disclaimer: The Walt Disney Company owns all rights to the characters and situations associated with Kim Possible. I borrow Kim, her family and friends for no monetary gain. I do this only to stop the sun from rising. I love the nightlife, I gotta Boogie! That's not working and I don't own the rights to any disco music, either.

The Closet II

Chapter 13

Back to School

Kim anxiously sat on the front steps of her new house and her parents waited on the porch swing as they watched the Stoppable car pull up and park at the curb.

"Hi honey, I'm home," Ron happily cheered as he got out of the car and waggled a set of keys in the air in front of him. "Sorry I'm late but we stopped to make a few sets of keys for the house."

"You're forgiven sweetheart," Kim happily chimed as she launched herself off of the stairs in one long, leaping, triple somersault and landed in her new husband's arms. Their lips briefly met as she grabbed the set of keys from his hand. "You're only a few minutes late and it was for a good reason. Now, let's get started and move into our own home."

Kim went to the front door and unlocked it as Ron went back to the car and pulled out a pile of clothes, all on hangers.

"We also made a set of keys for you too," Dean said as he got a suitcase out of the back of the car, walked up to Possible parents and handed the keys to Ann. "Ronald thought we each should hold on to a set just in case we need to get into the house for an emergency or something."

"That was thoughtful of him," Ann said as she pocketed the keys and pick up a box from the porch. She motioned to the few other boxes sitting there and said, "We didn't bring many of Kimmie's things over tonight, although we did bring along some food for the kitchen."

"If that's the case," Jan laughed as she passed Dean and Ann on the porch, her arms loaded down with quite a few bags from the grocery store, "then I don't think the kids will starve any time soon. We brought along enough food for a week."

It only took a half hour to unload both cars and put things in their proper place, then the parents bid their good-byes and left for home leaving Kim and Ron alone in the dining room doing their homework.

One Hour Later

"Ah, KP," Ron tentatively began not looking up as he finished his homework and put everything neatly away in his school backpack, "I, well it's like… I just…"

"You just what Ron?" Kim kindly questioned as she stretched her arms above her head to get the kinks out of her back from sitting for so long.

"I… just wanted to let you know I'm done with my homework, is all," the blond sighed as he shied his head away and fiddled with one of the clasps of the pack.

"I know Ron," Kim said as she got up, went to her husband of only a few hours and sat in his lap. "I'm nervous too. This is like our honeymoon night. I know what we're going to do tonight is totally new to us but it's just one more step in our relationship and it will complete the bonding process. I can already feel your… I mean our MMP flowing through me and that this is the right thing to do and the perfect time to do it."

"But I don't want to hurt you KP," Ron lovingly cooed as he tenderly cupped Kim's cheek with a hand. "I remember what the teacher said during our Human Development class last year. When we make love tonight you're going to be in a lot of pain."

"I don't think it'll be that bad," Kim answered as she stood up, helped her new husband to his feet and led Ron toward the stairs up to their new bedroom. "When our moms put me on the pill I had to have a complete gynecological exam and Dr Infanté told me my hymen was already gone because of my active lifestyle. She said it's common among young women who practice martial arts. Dr. Infanté also said I might experience some discomfort because we haven't made love before but that it shouldn't last too long, and you know I'm not afraid of a little pain."

"If you say it'll be okay KP," Ron sighed in relief as they reached their room and both began to strip down to their birthday suits. He looked at the large, king size bed in the room and gulped hard. "But I'm not sure I can sleep in such a big bed. You know mine is only a twin size so there's way too much room in this one even for the two of us."

"I know, sweetie," Kim cooed to her beloved as she led him to the walk-in closet and opened the door. "That's why I arranged this earlier when I took a quick break from studying." There were no clothes hanging there but Kim's sleeping bag was rolled out on the floor of the closet and there was a lamp over in one corner. "I moved all of our clothes to the bedroom next door. It was a closet that initially brought us together as a couple so I thought our first time making love should happen in a closet too."

"How appropriate," Ron chuckled as he sat down on the sleeping bag, fluffed his pillow and glanced around the enclosed area. "Hey, this closet is kinda big, maybe we should put a fridge in here. My dad said he was gonna set up a separate bank account with some of my Naco money in case we need to buy any furniture and to take care of the usual household bills and such."

"We can put a refrigerator in here," Kim coyly said to her Ron as she closed the closet door and laid out on the sleeping bag, "but I also think we should get a small mattress too. We'll designate this as our very own private bedroom. Rufus can sleep on the king-size bed."

xxxxxx

"STOPPABLE! MY OFFICE NOW!" The bellowing roar came from in front of the high school front offices and was delivered by none other than the Vice Principal, Steve Barkin.

Kim and Ron turned as one and walked, hand-in-hand, the length of the hallway into the office. "You called Mr. B.?" Ron nonchalantly queried as the teens took a seat in Barkin's office. "We heard you from clear over on the other side of the school."

"You could've used the public address system if you needed us," Kim slyly stated as she again took Ron's hand in hers and smiled a winning smile.

"The PA system is on the fritz… again," the large man explained as he took up his normal position behind the desk, sat down and shuffled a few pieces of paper, "so I had to get you here the old fashioned way. But I really only wanted to talk to Stoppable."

"But… which Stoppable did you want to talk to?" Ron casually begged as his usual lopsided smile slyly started to break out.

"What are you talking about Stoppable? There's only one of you in this school," Mr. Barkin sternly informed the couple as he continued to search for something but was obviously having a hard time finding it in the organized but huge pile of paperwork occupying every inch of the desk.

"I beg to differ Mr. Barkin," Kim said as she pulled an official looking piece of paper out of her backpack and showed it to the teacher. "As of last night there are now two Stoppables in this school. Ron and I got married last night but I'm still not sure yet if I want to permanently change my last name or not. What do you think?"

"YOU TWO GOT MARRIED?" Mr. Barkin yelled as he snatched the marriage certificate from Kim's hand and gawked at it. "WHY IN SAM HILL WOULD YOU DO THAT? YOU'RE ONLY TEENAGERS!"

"We may only be teenagers Mr. B.," Ron firmly started, getting a little upset by the man questioning their decision which should be none of his business, "but Kim and I love each other and we'll be together for the rest of our lives if it makes any difference to you!"

"What Ron is trying to say is," Kim began as she laid a placative hand on her husband's arm to calm him down, "we were meant to be together and we didn't see any reason to wait until we officially became adults to get married. You could call it fate, kismet or a cosmic time line but Ron and I are soul mates destined to be together forever. You could even say it was prophesized," Kim concluded as she shot a sly wink to Ron.

"Be that as it may," the burly teacher said as he shot a look between the teen couple, handed the certificate back to Kim and settled his sights on Ron, "I called you, Mr. Stoppable, into the office to inform you that the Yamanouchi School was so impressed with your work while on the exchange program last year that they've invited you back. You're to return to Japan next week for another month of classes."

"Thanks for the four one-one Mr. B.," Ron chuckled as he nonchalantly sat back in the chair, "but I think you mean that both Kim and I will be heading to Japan for school."

"That's not what I was told," Mr. Barkin said as he finally found the piece of paper he was searching for and held it out for Ron to see. "This fax just came in this morning and it only mentions your participation in the program."

"Excuse me Mr. Barkin?" the school secretary said as she poked her head in the doorway. "You missed this fax when you picked up all of the others." She handed the piece of paper to the big blond teacher and quickly exited the office.

Mr. Barkin quickly scanned the sheet and frowned. "Well, it seems you're correct. Miss Possible… er, I mean Mrs. Stoppable is suppose to join you in Japan for classes. You have four days before your plane departs but you still have three days of classes here in Middleton so you two are dismissed."

"Thank you for the information Mr. Barkin," Kim pleasantly said as she got up and headed for the door. "Ron and I won't disappoint you."

"Yeah Mr. B.," Ron happily continued as he followed his wife to the door. "We'll be sure to keep up our wicked grade-age just like we do here."

"Stoppable!" Mr. Barkin barked out before the two teens could leave the office. "I mean Mr. Stoppable. How did you know that the both of you would be going to Yamanouchi?"

"Wellll," Ron said as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, "you could say a little bird told me or you could believe it was prophesized."

"Or you could be informed that I told Stoppable-sama after the wedding ceremony," Sensei said as he dramatically opened the office door and stepped into the room.

"Sensei," Ron said in mild surprise before he honored the old gentleman with a slight bow and fist in open hand salute. "I thought you said you were heading back to Yamanouchi last night."

"I had a few things to attend to here in Middleton before my departure," Sensei said as he returned the bow to Ron. "One of those was to be assured that you two were cleared to come to Yamanouchi to further your… education."

"Rest assured sir," Mr. Barkin said with a cordial smile as he stepped around the desk with an outstretched hand to greet the elderly teacher. "Arrangements have already being made for these two fine students of Middleton High to travel to your great school in four days time."

"If that is the case then you have my sincere gratitude for your efficiency," Sensei said, not taking the proffered handshake but only bowing his head the slightest amount possible. His hands remained inside the sleeves of his red and gold colored kimono as he turned to the door and exited. "My work here is done. I will see you two in four days time."

Kim and Ron left the office and were immediately beset upon by the cheer squad who were anxiously bouncing on their heels and asking questions all at once.

"What did Mr. Barkin say in the office?" Tara began the inquisition.

"Did you two really get married?" Marcella anxiously asked.

"The whole school heard the news when Mr. Barkin yelled like he did," Jessica informed the couple.

"When did it happen?" cheerfully questioned Crystal.

"Why did it happen?" Liz begged.

"Did you do IT last night?" Hope queried in anticipation.

"Just hold on one moment!" Kim yelled above the dim with raised hands to get the girls attention. She peered around the hallways and it seemed like most of the student population, and a few of the teachers as well, were also greatly interested in the gossip as they all leaned in (reminiscent of the old Smith Barney investment commercials) to hear the news.

"Well K?" Bonnie butted in, not standing the suspense from the brief pause and wanting to get a dig in anyway. "Why did you and that loser get married? Is it because he's loaded and you wanted to get your hands on Stoppable's ninety-nine million dollars before he somehow lost it all?"

"Ron is not a loser Bonnie," Kim slyly started as she wrapped her arms around one of Ron's and snuggled up to her husband. "And for your information, Ron received another check recently and his father has been doing some investing. Ron is worth over half a billion dollars now." The cheer squad, as well as the rest of the people in the hallway, all oohed and aahed at that morsel of information. All, that is, except Bonnie.

"So you are in it for the money," the teal-eyed brunette laughed, her barracuda smile beaming brightly. There was a small gasp of surprise from the eavesdropping peanut gallery.

"No Bonnie," Kim huffed in indignation. "Ron could be a pauper for all I care and I wouldn't mind it one bit. We love each other and have ever since we met in Pre-K. Ron is the perfect guy for me, he compliments my every mood. He's kind, loving and funny when I need him to be and he can read me well enough to know when to pick up my spirits if I'm feeling down and leave me be when I want to be alone."

"And Kim is my perfect girl," Ron vehemently added. "She loves me for who I am but will push me in the right direction to better myself. She laughs at all my jokes even when they're lame and I'm trying to make her laugh."

An 'Awww" came from the crowd listening in as they all seemed to blissfully sigh at the news at the same time.

"We've discovered that we're soul mates Bonnie," Kim explained as she ignored the surrounding crowd and nestled further into her guy's arms. "We'll be together for the rest of our lives so it was a no brainer that we should get married, even though we're still in high school. We were fated to do so."

"Are you sure," the teal-eyed brunette weakly pressed, hoping to find a chink in the two teen's armor.

"We're so sure Bon Bon," Ron laughed, "that we bought our own house and moved in last night."

The crowd all cheered the news and high fives were exchanged here and there as the assembled seemed to think that the interesting parts of the announcements were over and they started to go their separate ways.

"With our parents blessing and help," Kim quickly added before she turned to Hope and whispered loud enough for only the cheer squad to hear. "And we did do it last night, for two hours!" The last three words came out in a high pitched, almost euphoric squeal before Kim settled down to continue. "I'm a little sore right now but it was fantastic and I can't wait until we can find some more time to do it again."

"So, are you trying to get pregnant?" Tara slyly begged as the girls huddled closer in anticipation.

"No, Ron and I aren't ready for that just yet," Kim giggled to her classmates. "Our moms put me on the pill because we travel all over the world on our missions and they're afraid that I might get raped by the bad guys we fight. Now I can't get pregnant unless I want to."

"Man, that's a sweet deal getting put on the pill at your age," Jessica lovingly sighed. "You can make love as much as you want to and not worry about the possible consequences. My mom said I can't go on the pill until after I turn seventeen." The squad all affirmed that Kim was fortunate and that they wouldn't be able to have the same protection until they were older too.

"Is that why you were called in to the office?" Tara asked, temporarily forgetting about the teacher's questioning bellow after the couple had entered his office. Tara may've been a true blond but the squad all knew she was quite smart. But Tara would occasionally lapse into a blond moment. That was one of the endearing qualities they all loved about her. "Did Mr. Barkin find out about your marriage and wanted to warn you two about violating PDA rules in school?"

"Nope," Ron chuckled. "Mr. B. didn't know about Kim and me getting married until we told him. He wanted to tell us about our exchange trip to Japan to study."

"Our sister school in Japan, Yamanouchi, was so impressed with Ron that they invited him back and asked me to come along too," Kim told the cheer squad. "We leave in four days and will be there for one whole month."

"Oh my Gawd!" Marcella yelped in glee. "It's like you get to have an extended honeymoon in Japan!"

"But what about the regional cheer competition next month," Bonnie harshed to the redheaded leader of the group, hoping to rain on her parade. "If you're attending school in Japan you can't practice or perform with us at the competition."

Kim was about to rebut Bonnie's statement until she looked around the group and saw Ron's goofy, always supportive smile. "You're right Bonnie, I won't be able to go to the regional competition this year so that means we have four days to rearrange the routine to work without me. I'll just have to step down from being your captain for the time being."

"You're actually giving up your captaincy?" Bonnie begged in astonishment. "Why?"

"My priorities have changed," Kim said taking Ron's hand in hers. "Being with Ron is now my top priority along with saving the world. You'll just have to take charge of the squad Bonnie, and win the competition without me."

The teen couple casually walked away from the group just as the school bell rang which sent the other girls scurrying off to their next class. All, that is except for Bonnie who stood, stunned and alone, in the hallway.

"So I won!" Bonnie screamed triumphantly with arms raised high in the air. Her ecstatic mood quickly did a one-eighty as her arms fell to her side. "Or did Kim just win again? Let's see," Bonnie monologued aloud as she made her way to her first class of the day. "They're both extremely rich and look good as a couple and they just got married and will spend a whole month studying abroad. Yep, Kim won… But I can probably find a way to take Ron away from her and then I'll be the winner."

xxxxxx

Ron chivalrously gave Kim a hand with their one suitcase as she got off the bus at the base of Mount Yamanouchi. After Ron's previous stay at the school they knew to pack light, only bringing their mission outfits and white practice gis. He also packed both sets of shinobi shozoku, one jet black and the other camouflaged, that he now owned. Kim warily looked up at the peek, pointed and said in disbelief, "You spent a whole month up there? It's no wonder you came back is such great shape. The training must've been grueling at that altitude."

"Only for the first coupla days," Ron chuckled as he too looked up and tried to spy the school he knew he couldn't possibly see from that particular spot on the road. "I nearly puked my guts out after the first time Yori led me down the mountain and then back up on our daily jog."

"It was only Ron-sama's indomitable will that prevented him from losing his cake," a sweetly feminine voice said, coming from behind the couple.

"Cookies," Ron responded with a lopsided grin as he turned to greet their escort with the normal slight bow and fist in hand salute. "The expression is losing your cookies, Yori-san. It's good to see you again."

"As it is with you Ron-kun," the lithe oriental girl said with a similar bow before turning to the redhead. "And you must be Kim Possible. It is my honor to finally meet you. Ron-kun only talked of you last year when he spoke of his home in Middleton Colorado."

"It is my equal pleasure to meet you Yori-san," Kim politely said with a full, ninety degree low bow. "But you can call me Kim-san if you'd like. Ron and I have been married for only five days now but I'm still undecided if I'll permanently change my last name or not even though the marriage certificate says I'm a Stoppable." She stood with her arms akimbo and let go with a wicked smile as she continued, "And I'll thank you NOT to call my husband Ron-kun. Kun is normally a suffix used while addressing a male who you have an emotional attachment to. I hope you're not staking any claims to my Ron-kun."

"I do not," Yori said as she turned and began the trek up the dirt path to the school. "Kun is also a suffix for anyone when addressing a male boy or teenager. Ron-kun made his feelings toward me perfectly clear last year when he thwarted my advances before his departure." She looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Ron-kun is all yours Kim-chan."

"Chan being the suffix used for babies, young children and teenage girls," Ron quickly informed his wife as he grabbed their bag and followed the Japanese girl up the mountain. He looked directly at Yori's back as he gruffly said, "Because using chan or kun with a superior's name would be condescending and rude. Isn't that true, Yori-chan?"

The oriental teen stopped in her tracks, slowly hung her head in shame, turned and bowed low to Kim. "My apologies Kim-sama, Ron-sama is correct. I was trying to prove my unfounded superiority over you and gain Ron-sama's affections once again. I spoke in a moment of weakness and have dishonored myself. I expect and deserve any and all punishments you deem fit."

"I didn't take any offense to you calling me Kim-chan," Kim lightly laughed as she brought the lithe Japanese girl into a hug. "In fact, I think I'd prefer it if you to called me Kim-chan, meaning girlfriend, instead of the stuffier Kim-sama. It's a no big what you call me in my book just as long as we're friends and you don't try to steal my husband."

"You are most gracious Kim-chan," Yori said, returning the embrace. "It has been my honor for you to teach me the art of humility."

"Hey, we're all going to become real close friends over the next month," Kim said as she held Yori at arms length and looked into her dark, almond shaped eyes, "so let's just start all over with a clean slate."

"We're all buds here now," Ron said as he enveloped both girls in an embrace, "so let's get going. If I remember right, it's a long hike up to the school."

"It is not that far," Yori said with a beaming smile as she broke from the mutual hug, swiftly turned and started up the incline. "As I told you last time, it is only a wee stretch of the legs."

"A wee stretch of the legs?" Kim queried aloud as she again peered up at the top of Mount Yamanouchi. "When we talked in my room after you got back you never told me we had to walk all the way up to the school from where we got dropped off, Ron dear."

"Did I forget to mention that Kim? Sweetheart? Love of My Life?" Ron nervously chuckled and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess Rufus didn't tell you because he was asleep in my pocket the first time I walked up and chose to sleep in during my morning jog."

"Maybe so," Kim deviously laughed as she took Ron's free hand in hers, "but I think someone will owe me a foot massage tonight for their forgetfulness."

"Whatever you say Kim-sama," Ron laughed as the three teens briskly hiked up the almost indistinguishable trail. "Whatever you say."

xxxxxx

"Sensei," both Ron and Kim greeted the elderly man as the breeched the gates of the school. Ron set down the suitcase and bowed slightly with fist in open hand.

Kim went with the traditional Japanese greet by bowing ninety degrees at the waist with her hands at her sides. Her left arm swung up and out, blocking the fist aimed at her face as she straightened up with a broad smile.

"Greetings Possible-sama," Sensei intoned as he placed his hand back in the opposite sleeve of his Kimono. "I see Stoppable-sama has informed you of my usual first lesson for new students at this school."

"Ron has told me all about the school," Kim said with a slight bow, not taking her eyes off of the head of the school this time, "but there is much more I need to learn and I am deeply honored that you're allowing me this opportunity to do so."

"Ah, but there you are mistaken," Sensei said as he turned and led the three teens over to the small building that looked like an ancient temple. "We have nothing to teach you or Stoppable-sama in the way of martial arts. You were brought here only to insure that the bond between you two is complete so that you may face the dire, upcoming mission with confidence. I thought it would be the best way to get you some, as you would say, alone-time, away from the normally overwhelming pressures from your school life and your parents."

They entered the building and sat down at the low table, already set for tea. Kim sat directly next to Ron and snuggled up to his side while Yori and Sensei sat opposite each other to the left and right hand side from the couple. A slight smirk was barely detectable beneath Sensei's long white beard and mustache as he started to pour the tea. "But I see you have already completed the bonding process by the way you sit so close to each other. Does that mean you too can control the Lotus Blade, Possible-sama?"

Kim held her left hand out to the side. The blue pendant necklace disappeared in a flash from around her neck and the Lotus Blade appeared in her hand. It swiftly changed form from that of a katana to a crossbow then a sai before it changed back to its normal form of a katana. "I think that little demonstration answers your question Sensei." The Lotus Blade swiftly disappeared from Kim's hand and the necklace reappeared around her neck.

"It most certainly does," Yori said with a nod, obviously impressed.