Perhaps To Dream
A Kim Possible Fanfiction
immo
Author's note: I'm not on a roll. :( It's slow going, but it's coming. And in this chapter, yes, you all asked for it: DUN DUN DUN. Read on and find out which character is making an appearance! Oh. And this is rated for mature audience. Kids, you've been warned!
"This isn't real..." Kim whispered, the back of her hand brushing against Shego's cheek. Soft. So soft. And the warmth radiating from the body told her it was very real.
"You and I both know that this is real." Shego caught her girlfriend's caressing hand, kissing the redhead's fingertips lightly. "As long as you stay here, at Er Mei, this is real. I am real."
Kim brushed her thumb over Shego's full, dark lips and shut her eyes in pain when those lips pulled up into a smile.
"What's wrong?"
"I missed you so much, Shego..." Kim whispered, her arms wrapping around Shego and enveloping her in a rib-cracking hug. The green-skinned woman didn't complain and held her just as tightly, sighing when the redhead's nose found a resting spot at the crook of her neck. "I don't want this to be a dream... Is this a dream? Have I finally gone crazy? You're not really here, are you?"
"This is real." Shego pulled away from Kim and regarded her seriously. "Kiss me."
Kim tilted her head up and obeyed. The kiss was desperate, needy and bitter. The heroine held Shego's face so gently, her hesitant kisses getting bolder as she explored the coutours of Shego's lips with the utmost care.
They were in Kim's room in Er Mei, like before. Entwined in sheets, wrapped up in each other. Forgetful of the company they had in this estate. Not caring. Shego ran her fingers through Kim's hair.
"You're supposed to be dead." Kim again, held Shego's face in her hands, running over this smooth beloved face with dancing fingers. "You can't be here."
"But I am." Shego was impatient now and rolled on top of Kim, a determined look on her face. "Let me show you."
Kim let Shego pull her up and pull at her clothing, wanting to be reassured by the feel of those nimble fingers dancing across her skin. The moon played across their bed as Shego's lips danced, hot across the skin of her exposed stomach.
Shego had come to her that first night Kim found herself an unwilling guest of Mrs. Fox. Draped in a white cloth, Shego had waited at the doorway until Kim had croaked out her name. Since then, Shego came every night to see her.
Kim's fingers grasped Shego's hair, pulling her closer, needing her closer. And Shego complied, content to transform Kim into a blubbering, gasping mass of flesh that only responded to her touch.
"Shego..." Kim whimpered out that name, tears falling out of her eyes. Her heart felt like it was going to burst. She felt like she was going to die as she shuddered and cried out.
"Here." Shego crawled up Kim's body.
"Don't leave me..." panted the redhead.
"Stay here. With me." Shego grasped Kim's hands in her own and kissed them fervently. "Stay here and I'll never leave. Like before. Just the two of us."
Breathless, quivering, Kim nodded her head and gave Shego a tearful smile. "I'll never leave you."
"Not today." Mrs. Fox sighed, nudging Vince away with her foot. "I'm tired."
The fox enchantress and her followers had decided to move outside to the pavillion. Huge pillows littered the floor so Mrs. Fox could recline comfortably on them. Metamorphosized fish kept them cool by waving a huge fan, while others stood nearby with food and drink. Red closed her eyes and relished the breeze. Recently, she'd been a little bit more tired than usual.
"What's wrong, hun?" Monique brushed back Red's hair soothingly, and Mrs. Fox closed her eyes in appreciation. Having these humans here was quite refreshing. The carp in the pond had started to bore her. She was glad to have these guests.
"Just... thinking." Red sighed. Recently, she'd been thinking about her sister a lot more than usual. Yinchun... the woman that her daughter had been named after. Red reached inside her shirt and drew out a necklace. Monique looked at it curiously. The string was of an orange red colour that reminded Monique of autumn leaves, braided carefully and beautiful in its simplicity. But it was the gem at the end that drew the eye. Dark red, small and irregularly shaped. It seemed to glow with an eager and steady light, pulsing slowly and gently in half-notes.
"What are you thinking about?" Ron asked eagerly. Red just shook her head, giving them a tired smile. She didn't want to talk about it. It had been so long ago and she hadn't thought about her sister in such a long time... why now?
'Because this situation is eerily familiar...' Red thought grimly. It was a long time ago, but she remembered everything quite clearly, as if it had just happened yesterday...
"Love," An image of her sister smiled lazily at her, bright in her mind, undiluted by the aging of time. They were in Yinchun's room. "Love, come here. Time to sleep..."
Red closed her eyes and imagined those first few months with her sister. Even their mother had not treated Red this nice. Red was just one of the many in the large den, and their mother had enough to do. Then, suddenly, everything had been taken away from her. Her mother killed. Her siblings and half-siblings, all slaughtered. from blind babes to their handsome oldest brother. All she had left at that time was Yinchun, the stories their mother had told about her famous older half-sister. So Red had gone to find her. And her elder sister had welcomed her with open arms.
"Did you not sleep well? Come here..." The memory that Mrs. Fox conjured up was that of Yinchun's warm smile as she drew the young Red into her arms kissed her brow gently to chase away the nightmares.
Red sighed, motioned irritably and immediately, Vince, Ron and Monique were at her elbow.
"Tell me about Shego." The request seemed to catch all three off guard. But they complied because she asked of it.
"I didn't know her that well, but the times I did see her, she was always fighting with Kim..." Monique trailed off, as if suddenly remembering something. Her eyes cleared for a second to look at Mrs. Fox. "Where's Kim?"
"She's sleeping." Red said soothingly and Monique's eyes glazed over again, forgetting her friend.
"She's evil and likes to burn my pants." Ron said sullenly. "I mean, seriously, everytime we go up against her, my pants are singed! Pants aren't cheap, ya know?"
"She was my friend." Vince blinked his eyes rapidly, his face sullen despite the glamour Mrs. Fox had over him. Ron quickly fell silent, noticing the other man's melancholy tone. "She was mean and bad-tempered, but she really cared for people."
Mrs. Fox nodded, signalling him to continue as she listened intently.
"Shego and... my wife were lovers at the time." Even though he was under the glamour Red had weaved over them, a look of pain tore across his face. "When I came back with my... daughter... she... Ting Ting was... not my daughter."
Red raised her hand to stop him. Obviously, she was forcing him to explore something painful in his memory. She would not do that to him. Painful memories should be forgotten...
"I need the chores done and maintaining the fish people takes too much energy. Will you three do them for me?"
Ron, Monique and Vince nodded enthusiastically, eager to please.
"Vince, prepare dinner. Ron, fetch wood and water for Vince. Monique, sweep the halls." Orders received, they left quickly to do what they were told. After they left, Red sighed in relief. With a wave of her hand, her carp-attendants vanished back to their stream. It was a strain on her powers to maintain them for so long. Before the humans arrived, she only needed the carp for a short time everyday to keep house. But now she used them more to tend to her humans and add to that the energy it took to keep them docile and unaware...
"Yinchun." Red tried the name on her tongue and looked around expectantly, hopefully. But no laughing face appeared beside her. No familiar, low chuckling. No sister. Red clutched the gem hanging from the red string around her neck. It pulsed quietly, steadily in her hands. The loneliness she had felt just seconds ago vanished as the stone consoled her, seeming to shine brightly for a bit before dulling back to its muted glow.
Red sighed again, flopping back on the comfortable pillows surrounding her. It wasn't so much that the spells drained her. It was more that this whole experience was draining.
"I love her, you know?" Fear lanced through the young fox spirit, trapped within biting distance of Yinchun. Yinchun looked down at Red, her arms at either side of the young fox's head, preventing escape. Red did her best to steadfastly ignore Yinchun's yellow eyes and instead, kept them fixed on that spot between Yinchun's collarbone and played with the hem of Yinchun's robe. The smell of alcohol was thick on Yinchun's breath. It was another one of these human festivals, another reason for them to celebrate the brief special incidents in their short, miserable lives. The sound of crowds somewhere far away, laughing, floated to them. Then, the faraway booms of the fireworks that lit the black sky with colours and briefly banished the stars.
"I know." Red yipped, allowed to speak in their native tongue when only her elder sibling was around. She looked up into Yinchun's eyes now, noting that they were unfocussed, pained. "I know."
"She's with him right now." Yinchun snarled in the language of foxes. "She's with him now and I'm dying without her..."
Red made soft cooing noises, trying to calm her sister, trying to remember the right thing to do when she was human... how do you comfort someone? The answer escaping her for the moment, she did what she would have done as a fox. Red leaned her head back and gently starting licking small kisses all along Yinchun's jaw. Yinchun's sorrow was like... noise. High-pitched and painful. Tight and drawn out. But if Red just kissed her and told her she was submitting and offering up her exposed belly, that tight high-wire of noise would loosen to the dull bass of a warm growl. Instinct would take over.
Hands ran through Red's hair and nails dug painfully into her scalp. Red let out a small yelp of pain that quickly change to a moan when Yinchun pulled her hair back abruptly, exposing her, making her vulnerable. The fear mixed with pleasure as teeth and tongue attacked the soft skin of her neck and the pain warred with bliss. They were hidden in the darkness and safe from prying eyes, so Yinchun's hands fumbled at the edge of Red's robes and pulled, baring pale shoulders and the tops of Red's breasts.
It was warm... hot, almost. And it felt so good as Yinchun's lips descended lower and her hands drew Red closer to the elder fox posessively. Red let out little noises of encouragement, wanting this loveplay to continue. But almost as suddenly as it had begun, Yinchun pushed away from her, quivering with need. And rage.
"No. No."
Red tilted her head to one side, hurt and a bit angry herself. When she was younger, she never participated in loveplay with her other siblings. Whenever it had escalated to that, she had snarled and snapped at them until they went away or they had reverted to play-fighting. Now she was older and wanted this. And she liked Yinchun and wanted her.
"Why not?"
"It... you're not.." Yinchun yipped in frustration, trying to get the words out. "I am not an animal! I am not! I... I love Wu Yen."
Red sighed, draped an arm over her eyes. The memory of Yinchun fresh in her mind. The niggling sense of this, all of this, replaying again in a modern day tragedy. But Mrs. Fox had been through this once. She was prepared this time. This time, no-one would die.
"I hope this room okay?" A young monk-in-training murmured in his broken English. He pushed the doors to the room open and stepped inside, motioning for his guests to do likewise. Haoxian was the only one who hesitated before he stepped over the threshold. They had decided that Nam Ho and several of his monks would talk to the clan of hunters first and if negotiations failed, they would think of another plan.
"Sorry. No tour." The monk smiled apologetically. "Sleep? If... not tired, find me. Li--librar--books room. Food, water on table. For dog, too. On floor."
"Thank you." Dr. Lipsky gave a low bow at the waist and the young boy laughed before leaving. Immediately after, Dr. Lipsky spun towards the bed.
"Dibs on the b--"
Jim was already pulling off his shoes and flopping down on the bed.
"Dibs!" Dr. Lipsky protested, stomping over. While they squabbled, Tigger wandered over to the food set out for him and started wolfing it down. He was hungry and tired and he was going to take advantage of the times he had to rest. Though the food smelled a bit strange, the german shepherd dog was too hungry to care.
"You nervous?" Tim asked Haoxian.
"Yes. A little." He admitted.
"Don't worry so much. Have a drink."
Haoxian refused the offer politely. His eyes were always wandering around the room nervously and even though he was sitting down, he seemed to be in constant motion.
"Hey, throw me one of those." Jim called out. Tim, knowing exactly what his brother was talking about, picked up a piece of white bread in the basket on the table and lobbed it underhand to his brother. Jim mummbled his thanks and ate in between arguing with Drakken.
"Dr. Lipsky, heads up!" The cerulean doctor barely managed to catch the bread that Tim threw towards him.
"Thank you, Timothy." Dr. Lipsky said gratefully before turning back to Jim. "At least TIM knows how to be nice. TIM knows how to follow the rules. Some OTHER people don't even adhere to the rule of 'dibs'!"
"Dude, so not going to make me move." The brunette on the bed glared at the good doctor.
"Rock, paper, scissor!" Drew Lipsky declared angrily. "We'll decide, once and for all who gets the bed!"
"Rock, paper-- are you kidding?" Jim looked at Dr. Lipsky in bewilderment. "That's not a way to decide ANYTHING."
"It's the best way to decide EVERYTHING. Best out of three!"
"No."
Dr. Lipsky turned around to look at Tim and pointed at Jim angrily. "He won't let me sleep! The bed's big enough for TWO people."
"Jim--"
"Fine! God!" Jim stuffed the rest of the bread into his mouth and kicked off his shoes. He started making a barrier in the middle with one of the blankets on the bed. When he was finished, he glared at the doctor.
"Your side," Jim pointed to one side of the bed. Then he pointed to the other side of the bed. "MY side."
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
Tigger rolled his eyes and trotted over, settling down near the head of the bed. He was getting tired...
After a few more minutes of arguing and shuffling, there was quiet. And before long, everybody was asleep except for Haoxian and Tim. The young Asian man had gotten up from his seat and was now pacing the length of the room while Tim ate slowly and watched their guest.
"Why are you so nervous?"
"Because." Haoxian's hands were shaking and he clasped them together. "What if the abbot sides with them? I am in his house! I am surrounded!"
"We're here with you." Tim stood up and put both his hands on the young man's shoulders, steadying him. Tim was a bit surprised. Haoxian's entire being radiated power. Why was he so afraid? He seemed invincible!
Haoxian seemed to sense Tim's thoughts and smiled wryly. "Imagine if you were so powerful that you could level mountains. You could live even longer than these mountains... now imagine even with all these powers, you were imprisoned. Immobile. Unable to even SPEAK. That is what will happen if they catch me again. They will put me back in my prison--"
"That won't happen." Tim shook the young Asian man lightly, unnerved to hear a tiny, hysterical giggle escape from Haoxian's lips.
"I would rather die then go back." Haoxian said in a harsh whisper. His eyes refocused back on Tim and gave the twin a strained smile. "Sorry. I am a bit... overwhelmed. We have to free my father. He can fix all of this."
Tim nodded, pulling the distraught young man over to the table to sit. "Relax. When Nam Ho comes back, we'll figure out what to do next."
Haoxian nodded wordlessly and sighed. "I am afraid."
"What are you afraid of?"
"I have escaped before. And always, they have caught me."
"How?" Tim frowned. "You're... powerful, right?"
Haoxian smirked, brushing his fingers through his hair nervously. "Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE has a weakness. Even my great and powerful father. That is how he was caught."
They needed all the pieces of the puzzle. And for some reason, what Haoxian was telling him now seemed extremely important. "How did they catch your father?"
He had asked the right question. Haoxian stared at Tim blankly, eyes wide in surprise. "I... I do not remember. But... I know it. I know what it is! But I can not seem to..."
Haoxian stared at Tim in triumph. "I know this is important! You are amazing!"
"It's no big." Tim used the back of his hand to cover a yawn. Suddenly, he was very tired. Alarmingly so. And everything was starting to blur, but Tim's brain made the connections quickly, working overtime to counteract whatever drug was in his system. Even though Tim could feel his body shutting down on him, he forced his suddenly thick tongue to try and warn Haoxian.
"Haoxian, it's a... trap..." Tim looked up at the man weakly. The last thing he saw was the alarmed expression on Haoxian's face as Tim pitched forward.
endnote: sorry this was so short. Gonna try to write more later! As always, any reviews, criticisms or comments that you want to send are very welcome. I'm sorry I haven't replied to any reviews or comments :( It was either write the story or reply. So I think a lot of you would rather I get my ass in front of my laptop and write. So here you go! Lets hope the next one isn't as long in coming!