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Ron's toys	By : sandman-nobody Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female Views: 93302 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter List
- 11
- 12
A/N: Alright guys. Another update and another two weeks gone by. You guys seemed to like the chapter, and I got a lot of feedback. So thanks for that. Unfortunately I have some bad news that I will leave until the end of the chapter. But please remember to take a second to leave any thoughts you might have once you’ve finished. This chapter is… a bit of a doozy. And I loved writing every second of it. Enjoy.
Tags(s): Fondling, Light-Petting.
Toy(s): Go-Phone.
Girl(s): Yori, Shego
Words: 10620
Chapter 12 – Control
When I woke up my first instinct was to look at the clock. Less than three hours of sleep, but I’d never felt more rested. No doubt thanks to the beautiful creature next to me. Still locked in embrace, I’d spent my entire nap bathing in her presence. Her head rested against my chest, eyes closes and mouth parted to allow the calm in and outtake of breath.
I was so tempted to simply close my eyes and drift off once more. I’m sure I was more than overdue an entire night’s sleep. Unfortunately, paradise did not come without its price. And the bill collector was calling.
My nude form moved with caution as not to wake my partner. As much as it pained me, she’d only insist on joining me. And Yamanouchi was my demon to deal with, on my own terms. If the ninja had been right about anything, it was that we belonged to different worlds. I might be able to pretend to bask in the light, but I would never do anything to drag Kim into the shadows.
No matter how quite I was, it couldn’t disguise lack of warmth my absence provided. I’d just managed to pull my pants back around my hips the distinct sound of stirring broke the quite of the room.
“Ron?” half mumbled, and more than delirious, Kim’s hand moved to pat my side of the bed. Finding it empty, her brow furled, and I worried she’d awaken further to investigate. Nearly leaping to her side, my hand found its way to her hair, drawing a long comforting path down to her shoulder. Her concern quickly vanished.
“Thought you were gone…,” she mumbled, shifting to a more comfortable position. A lock of mussed hair fell across her face. I brushed it aside while her lips smacked tiredly. “Scared…” she went on, coherence dropping as she slipped further back into sleep. “Japan… mine…” That last one earned a smile from me. Because it was true. I was hers as much as she was mine. My hand paused on her head.
“Shhhh,” was my answer, even if she could barely hear me. “I’m not going anywhere Kim, I promise” And this one I intended to keep. I stole a second longer just watching her sleep. Whither she had heard me or not, I couldn’t deny she seemed more at peace. I leaned down before I could stop myself, my lips lingering on her brow.
“How could I ever leave a girlfriend as wonderful as you?”
I decided I best not push my luck and quickly collected the last of my things. Still shirtless and covered in claw marks, I tiptoed my way into the kitchen breathing a sigh of relief to finally be in the clear. So you can imagine how foolish I felt upon seeing Ann Possible, of all people, awake and sitting at the table directly in front of me.
Her head had turned when she heard me come down the stairs, but she didn’t say a thing. Eyes as wide as my own, it seems she hadn’t been aware of my presence in her daughter’s bedroom, though she certainly was now. This lasted all of three second before her blue orbs settled in a fearsome glare.
My first reaction was confusion. I’d… I’d put her to sleep, hadn’t I? I knew I had. But then why was she awake? Doing the math as quick as I could, I knew it could not have been any more than four hours since we’d parted, her husband’s face as my own and a sleep themed pen poised at her back. But this was hardly half the time I’d been led to believe the effects should last.
Stuck there with an expression of utter surprise, I must have looked quite the fool. Unfortunately, even given the time to work past her consciousness, I wasn’t in a position I would call favorable.
Sneaking out her teenage daughter’s room, shirt in hand. Did it get any worse than this? The amount of anger I could see rolling off of her was enough to rival that of her daughter. And it instilled a special kind of fear. To think I was taking this woman’s anal virginity just a few hours ago. And now here I was, waiting to receive my own kind of reaming.
“I don’t regret it,” the words seemed to come from nowhere, yet I couldn’t label them as untrue. Stared down by Ann’s ice cold gaze, if I could change anything about today it’s that I wish it would last longer. Even getting caught wasn’t enough to dissipate the sheer amount of joy I’d gained from being with Kim.
“I don’t, though I’m sorry if we’ve upset you. I know this isn’t what you want to hear, because you think we’re too young, or that we aren’t aware of what sex means. But if your disapproval is the only thing keeping us from experiencing each other than I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed. So, please, you can tell Mr. P, you can even ban me from your house. But the fact of the matter is that it’s not going to stop us from being together.”
I’d said it, even if I didn’t believe I’d been able to. No longer glaring, Ann’s eyes were once again wide, staring at me like it was the first time we’d ever met. I stood proud, shoulder’s back and chest out. Even shirtless and standing under the archway to her daughter’s room. Slowly, her eyes just seemed to drift back towards the steam mug clutched in both hands.
Her eyes shut and she seemed deep in thought. For the first time since coming down stairs I found myself actually looking at her, only to feel a pang of worry. Deep circled hung beneath each eye seeming to age her in a matter of seconds. Her pale skin, normally so beautiful and full of life seemed transparent in her current state. And worst of all was the sheer exhaustion that seemed to press on her shoulders.
No wonder her family has been so worried.
“Sit down, Ron.” Her steel tone belied a kind strength in her core. Even sick, she was a mother first and damn anyone that thought they could threaten her children. One hand gestured to the chair directly in front of her. And I quickly found myself complying. Though, I had enough mind to quickly finish dressing. Parading her daughter’s finger nail trails seeming detrimental to the subject at hand.
“You can’t know the fear of a mother seeing her daughter grow into a woman.” Eyes closed she didn’t even look at me. Though I found myself sweating all the same. “Discovering life, love, passion, all you want to do is lock them in their room until their thirty when they won’t have to worry about everything the world wants to do to hurt them.”
She paused to take a drink from her mug. Expecting coffee, I could only raise my brow at what looked like cloudy water. Whatever it was didn’t seem to go down smoothly, because even that small a sip earned a grimace from the woman across from me. She sighed before continuing.
“I’ve always wanted you to be the one to date my daughter,” she revealed suddenly, her blue eyes opening to a calm expression. I… wasn’t exactly sure what to say to that and wisely chose to keep my mouth shut. “Ever since you were a little boy calling out for an imaginary giant named Rufus, I looked at you and saw something good, pure, someone I could trust to never hurt my daughter.”
“Time went one, you and Kim grew close, but never as much as I’d hoped. And eventually I simply made peace with the fact that I may never get to call you, Son.” She paused again, her expression falling just a fraction. “So you can imagine how… conflicted I was coming home one day to find the same boy I trusted with my daughter in her bed. I know you’re in love with her, and I know you respect her. And as a parent that is all you can ever hope for in your child’s partner. But I need to ask you…”
“Can you promise me to protect my daughter when I cannot? And I don’t just mean missions. As I’m sure you know, Kim is bold and brave and fearless and so many things make people feel like they can put all of their hopes and dreams on her little shoulders. But hopes and dreams are heavy, no matter how strong she is, eventually it will crush her. If she doesn’t have somebody by her side to support her.’ Her eyes were like blue fire piercing me and looking for even the smallest weakness.
“Can you promise me to do everything in your power to make my daughter happy?” This time my expression was steadfast; the anxious nerves of being caught by the older woman replaced with the solemnness of understanding what this talk meant.
“I can.” And she smiled. Slightly saddened, and more than melancholy, but a smile all the same. I met her half way when her hand reached for mine, warm and soft and full of love.
“Then I don’t see why my husband needs to know about this, or future discrepancies. I won’t keep looking for it. But that simply mean’s it better not happen where I can find you. Do you understand?” And I nodded, lips lifting into a grin. Ann took one more look at me, and seemed to shake her head.
“…When did you both grow so quickly?”
I let the question hang in the air, simply enjoying the trust that that had been formed between me and the older woman. Lifting her cup, she took another sip and another wince. Her hand moved to her stomach where she seemed to find trouble. Perking up, I stared at her with an entirely new reason to frown.
“How are you feeling?” I finally managed, fear tainting my concern.
“What hour is it?” was her reply, dry and rueful all the same. Hearing the normally chipper woman so sarcastic was a surprise, and she seemed to sense that. Relaxing her exasperated her expression, she shot me an apologetic grimace
“I’m sorry Ronald,” she shook her head, “it’s just been so frustrating. As soon as I start to think I’m feeling better I’m feeling worse than ever. If it’s not body aches, it’s vomiting. If I’m not bent over the toilet I can barely crawl out of bed to make my family breakfast. When I woke up this morning I was absolutely fine. James told me to stay home just to be safe. But after… a nap, I wake up feeling all three.” She ventured another sip, but by then her drink had run cold. With a deep frown she placed it far away, not even bothering to attempt a second glass.
“Wow, I hope it’s nothing serious.” I found myself honestly answering. The thought of Ann seriously sick sent my bones on ice. I would have never put her through so much if I’d known she was that sick.
She nodded, “I have an appointment on the twentieth with a colleague. I doubt its anything serious, the symptoms have been tame if a bit stressful. Honestly I’m more annoyed that I’ve even got sick in the first place. I’m normally so careful.” Her features took on a rueful grimace, “I mean, I haven’t felt this bad since… um, since…” But her voice trailed, the strangest shift towards confusion taking hold. It grew to the point that I was actually fearful for the woman, my hand reaching out for hers once again.
“Mrs. P? Are you okay?” she snapped out of it, the faraway look in her eyes turning towards my face. Her expression didn’t change, however, whatever memories she dredged up still in the forefront of her mind. She began to nod her head as if to answer me, but otherwise seemed entirely in another world.
“What week is it Ronald? Remind me. I’m… I think I’m having trouble…”she trailed off, seemingly in deep concentration.
I had to give it some thought but after a moment I replied, “The third?” This was met with sharp look in my direction. I found myself shrinking back. Turning her gaze back towards the table she closed her eyes, and her lips moved in a silent string of numbers. More to this fact, her hand on the table carefully counted the list of whatever it was she was trying to keep track of. All the while, I continued to sit back and watch.
“I’m, I think I need to lie down.” She finally spoke. Putting exactly none of my fears to rest. Standing up as she did, I nearly knocked my chair over as I rushed closer.
“Are you okay? What’s the matter, you’re really pale.” And she was. Eyes wide with, was that fear? If not it was certainly close enough. Her already pallid complexion took a dramatic dive, her face especially losing all of its color.
“Yes, I’m sure I’m wrong.” She shook her head. At the same time her hand moved to touch her stomach. Man, it must really be upset today. “That is, I have an idea of what it could be. But I can’t be sure. And I doubt it’s even possible really.” When she smiled, it had none of the bright light I’d come to see in this woman. It was almost like she was trying to convince herself more than me.
“Is there anything I can do?” I finally offered. But she shook her head, still with that far off gaze that was actually starting to freak me out a bit.
“No, really. I just need to make a few calls. Push up my appointment as soon as I can. Not that its life threatening, if I’m right that is. I just…” She took a deep breath. But when it came out it seemed to shudder like she was shivering. “Everything is going to be fine. Just… fine.” And that moment of hesitation spoke more than everything she’d said.
As much as I wanted to stop her and demand that she tell me what was going on, it really wasn’t my place. And as long as her life isn’t in any danger…
“Alright,” I supplied and moved in for a hug. The motion seemed to surprise her, and her body tense under my touch. It might seem weird, but I couldn’t count the number of times she’s done the same for me. And always when I needed it most. After a few breaths, she finally seemed to relax, her hands moving up to pat the broad middle of my back.
“Try and get some sleep.” I offered. But this time it my voice that hardened into a tone of command.
“I’ll do my best.” Was her answer. And she seemed somewhat bemused by my attempt. I was satisfied that I’d been able to help at all. I looked at her face for proof when she finally pulled away, an earnest expression of tender affection being my reward.
“Thank you, Ron.” She supplied. And, while still shaken, I could hear something close to her usually sure tone.
When she finally disappeared in the direction of her bed, I could still see she was worried. I just gave a small wave, wishing I could so more but just as helpless as she. I wish I could say that I had the time worry about her more, maybe try and figure out exactly what was going on. But in all honesty she had given me quite a bit to think about. And I couldn’t help but feel my attention shift.
‘Can you promise me to do everything in your power to make my daughter happy?’ Talk about pressure. But one I was happy to take up. All the same, my face was grave as I eventually made my way over to my abandoned bag pulling only one item from its depths.
I gave it a hard long stare before knowing what I had to do. It was with great hesitation that I pulled it open, pushing only a single button. Silent all but for a long tone of sound, a familiar voice sounded in my ear. She answered on the second ring.
“You certainly know how make a girl wait…”
XxX
My breathing sounded in my ears, soft and even. The cool air kissed my skin, penetrating the comfortable warmth of my mattress nesting my own heat. I didn’t want to move, the sheer idea seeming blasphemous in my state of exhaustion. Instead, I turned my head into the soft warmth of my pillow, a smile brightening my features as I found my senses assaulted by the gentle scent of something wonderful.
It was only after I nuzzled my face harder against the heavenly surface, that I became aware of the long fingers gently drawing through my short blonde hair. And the fact that I wasn’t alone.
After Kim’s house I’d managed my way back home, determination burning hotter than anything that had ever driven me. My parents were blissfully ignorant in each their own ways. Didn’t even think to wonder why their son was marching to his room as though it were a battle ground.
I’d barely heard my father’s pleasant, “hello son,” before the seemingly warm family scene was behind me. And so, locked away in my room, there was little to do other wait. And wait. And… wait. And, it seems in the middle of all that waiting I’d somehow managed doze off. The exhaustion and week’s lack of sleep finally catching up with me.
Well, I guess a person can only change so much…
Even weighted by sleep, I knew who it was petting my hair. Just as I knew that the ‘pillow’ I’d been snuggling up to this point had actually been her lap. Above me, I could hear the soft tinkling bells of a young girl’s laughter.
“You cling to me so tight,” Yori’s tone was mirthful. Her finger never stopped. Slow, lingering touches ending only to be repeated. It was heavenly. And knowing that I’d been caught awake I didn’t see the harm in allowing it to continue. A satisfied sigh fell from my nose.
Now fully awake, I shifted until I laid on my back. Opening my eyes, an angelic smile stared down at me seeming tender and kind. It was already dark outside and her features seemed to shine despite of it. I didn’t say a word, simply basking in the sensations and enjoying them for as long as they could last.
Fire, brimstone, an anger that would shake Olympus, that’s how I’d prepared. But actually faced with the girl, I found myself inexcusably calm. The kind of inner peace usually reserved for mediation. When I did speak, it was soft and pleasant. A stark contrast to the conversation I’d expected to be having at this moment.
“Kiss me.”
She didn’t stop her motions, though a slight tilt in her head belayed the humor she found. After a moment, her eyes closed and she nodded her head, her smile no less peaceful. “Hai, Ron-Sama.” And cupping my cheeks, her lips parted just before our lips met, the softness of her breasts pressing against the top of my head.
Her lips were gentle, yielding against my own. Upside down, one would think it would be awkward. Especially consider how new we were to each other. But it was the opposite. Slow, sensuous movements drew my lips against her own in ways that left my spine shivering. Surrounded by her by this point, her scent consumed me, filling me with the same sense of comfort I’d awakened to.
I moved with her, nodding my face against her lips and savoring the devilish sound of her quick sigh as she broke for air. Only a second passed before my hand reached up, the silken strands of her short black hair meeting my fingers as I forced her back down. Her answer was a smile, one I could feel against my lips.
We stayed like this for what must have been several minutes. Quick gasps were smothered by lips and giggles. Until I finally allowed my gentle grasp to release, her straight strands falling through my fingers like water. Free to pull back, Yori’s tongue swept across her swollen lips, her kind eyes lowered in a heated expression. I just found myself smiling, entirely unapologetic.
Her lap was soft and warm against my head, which made the effort to leave it that much more. Even still, slow movements lead to obvious intention. Kneeling on the bed in front of her, my eyes said everything when I braced myself on either side of her body. Lingering for just a moment, my mouth soon returned to her own. The presents of my tongue quickly making itself known.
Her taste was indescribable and she welcomed me without complaint. Simply accepting my motions, her hands settled on my head, even encouraging me and I basked in her presents. It only seemed natural for my lips to begin to explore. First down her jaw and then into the curve of her neck. All the while Yori remained the same patient accommodator; offering little more than a sigh when my fingers fell towards her breasts.
“Ron-Sama behaves like a spoiled child,” she smiled, still chuckling as I groped her body. Large and soft, they seemed impossibly perky in my hands. Their gentle give and springiness a testament to youth. Just as soon as all of this started, the two of us slowly fell towards the bed.
Hung above her, Yori laid back, arms above her head and hair tossed in all directions. I spared the delicate picture a single glance before reaching for the flap of her dark costume, parting the material to reveal her breast in all their glory. Without so much as a bra to cover herself, my attention centered on the mounds, a stupid grin by my own standers making its way onto my cheeks as I pressed my face between them.
Just as big as they’d seemed, Yori’s breasts rested on her ribs, drooping under their own weight. Medium sized areola marked her tips a light brown. Flat and stubby, the nubs at their center each pointed off in opposite directions. But I soon rained them in, each palmed by my greedy fingers as I left a trail of kisses down their valley. Yori eyes simply stared at the ceiling, a slightly dull ghost of an expression flickering as she allowed me to have my fun.
Enjoying myself suckling on her right breast, the soothing sensation of her fingers worked themselves back into my hair. Her voice returned, a halfhearted attempt at chastisement smothered by her warmth.
“Ronald-Sama, I am afraid such things must wait until we have arrived back to Yamanouchi. We shall have plenty of time to enjoy one another afterwards, I assure you.” Her trailing fingers shifted towards my ear, tracing its shell. I felt my goosebumps bloom across my back, but otherwise didn’t respond as the wet tip of my tongue circling the nipple I’d sucked into my waiting mouth. Yori feel quite.
“Such energy,” she mused after a moment. “I cannot begin to tell you how much it pleases me to see you so hungry for myself. But surely you can wait until we’ve settled into your new life?” this time I did stop, the wet pop of my mouth pulling off her breast echoing throughout the room. It fell back to her chest with a jiggle.
“I thank you for understanding,” her smile brightened. “I assure you I will endeavor to please you at the best of my abilities once-.” She was stopped short, the sensation of my hand against her clothed sex startling and without provocation. I descended as though I hadn’t noticed a thing, my mouth molding to her throat and nibbling all the way.
“Ron-Sama,” she sighed, a slight strain in her tone. When I didn’t answer she repeated herself, a bit of the kindness freckling away to make room for the thinly veiled demand. “Ron-sama.” But still I was silent, the softness of her sex leaking through her ninja attire. It was only when I felt her nails in my hair sharpen that I finally answered. And even then, my tone was light and dismissive before going right back into her neck.
“Changed my mind,” I spoke into her throat, fingers hungrily groping her in a way most women would find obscene. “Not going anymore.” A literal shrug of my shoulders marked just how little I seemed to think about the decision. I could feel her stiffen under me. A small gesture but a gesture all the same. I went back at her as though nothing had happened at all.
Silence rained for a good several heart beats before she answered, the humor in her tone nonexistent despite a deliberate effort to laugh. “Oh, Ron-Sama, more of your American jokes. They never end to amuse me.” but I wasn’t joking. And my lack of response seemed to make that fact more clear by the second. I’d just made my way back between her breasts when her hands wrapped around my shoulders actually lifting me off of her. When I opened my eyes the angelic expression I’d woken to was erased, profound disappointment in its place.
Well, it’d been nice while it lasted.
“Ron-sama,” she started, her shift in mood palpable. “I understand your fears and pain. But in time you will grow to think of Yamanouchi as home. You sacrifice much, but just think of what you gain? Never again to be overlooked by those around you. Everyone at Yamanouchi will recognize you, and your ability. Surely you can see that you belong with us.”
She hesitated, a nervousness taking over. She reached towards my hand before bringing it to her breast. As soon the large appendage cupped the supple mount, the barest hint of a smile graced her features. “Surely you can see that you belong with me.” And there was so much longing in her tone, a silent plea for me to accept her and everything she offered. It was so much, that I found myself wanting just that. To give in, to go with her.
But then, that’s exactly what she wanted, wasn’t it?
“Yori,” I frowned. Indecision drawing on my features, I appeared conflicted, confused, and her eyes seemed to glimmer all the more for it. I eventually just sighed, removing my hand from her breast to cradle her own.
“When we first met, before I knew anything about the school, I thought you were incredible. Kind, warm, generous, even when I kept screwing up you were always by my side with another kind word and encouragement. It was… everything I’d ever wanted.” It was Yori’s turn now, and she smiled brightly, as though my words had touched her deeply.
“And I will bring you even more happiness, Ron-sama, until you weep with joy. But you must come with us if we are to be together. You do want that, yes?” The question hung between us, and I let my face settled into a morose smile. The shift brought a wrinkle between her brow as she searched for its source.
“But there was something else,” I continued, my voice losing its wistful awe. Instead, it was lower, harder. It seemed to set the girl on edge, as she reached between her clothes to draw the material together.
“Under the smile, under the kind words, under the flirting, there was always something else. Something I could never quite recognize, even though it rang so distinctly familiar.” Now I was smiling. Though it didn’t reach my eyes. Dead in their own right, a kind of pleasure drew through the blue orbs. But none close to the kind we’d been experiencing just moments before.
“The way your smile would tighten, just a fraction of a second before your hand would cover the mistake. How perfect you seemed, even when all the worlds ever done is try and beat me down. And most of all, your eyes, so warm and loving. And yet, looking at them even now there’s a shadow inside no matter how your expression changes.”
She wasn’t smiling now. In fact, the only thing I could describe her as was blank, not a single inflection or otherwise noticeable feature to draw my eye. And yet I kept smiling, eyes brightening like we were simply having another of our friendly chats. Like nothing was wrong. When the opposite was true.
“It took me a while to find out just why it felt so familiar, until now. Until I remembered my own face, and my own expressions simply going through my life, and telling myself that everything was going to be okay. The same eyes that tried so hard to tell the world not to worry, that I was fine. The face of a liar.”
“A mask.”
And suddenly I was alone. Well, on the bed anyway. Yori stood nearby, her face irrevocably set in a cold, stony determination. Compared to the girl that had been so happily caressing my brow, it was like night and day. But that girl didn’t exist, she never did. Perhaps, for the first time, I was allowed to see the real Yori. And she wasn’t happy.
“Stoppable-san,” her tone bit through me with its chill. I made a point to widen my smile, the darkness in my eyes ever present. Well there goes Ron-sama. “You have indeed improved much faster than anyone could have thought.” Repeating her earlier observation, this time she didn’t sound nearly so proud.
“Unfortunately, it is my duty and honor to bring you back to succeed the chair of the next Master Sensei. By any means necessary. I will ask one more time to come peacefully. If you continue to resist, than it is my regret to use force.” She spoke with such finality, like those were my only options. I just sighed shaking my head.
“I’m not angry, Yori,” I said instead, earning a small cock of her head. “You were just doing your job, the job no one else can do, right? I get it. I mean, it’s so easy to just put on a smile. And if you do it long enough, it even starts to feel genuine. But only so long as you forget what the real thing feels like. You want to take me away from my home. From my family. From Kim. And… it is my honor to, at the very least, try and fight for a life with them.” Yori didn’t answer, but bowed her head ever so slightly.
“I see. Yours is a truly noble dream. Even if it has become impossible. I will try not to harm you. However, when you awake you may experience some soreness. I apologize.” Considering she’d just threatened to knock me out, and then apologized ahead of time, it was hard pressed to keep the smile from my face.
“Ditto.”
She thought this was going to be easy. I could tell by the way she allowed me to stand up from my relaxed position. Now facing her, the small space of my bed room only made her sudden disappearance that much more impressive. But even if I couldn’t see her, it didn’t mean her smell didn’t carry across the room in a wave of her presence. Before she could act, the solid blow to my neck that she’d been attempting was blocked by a fist bathed in blue fire.
That small moment of shock gave me the opportunity I needed to grab her wrist, pulling her over my shoulder and wrenching her arm because of it. She responded quickly enough, jumping into thrown. Her answering flip carried her across the other side of the bed where she landed silently. Her eyes burned in my direction, an exclamation of disbelief clear in her features.
I smirked to myself, pride blooming from my chest in a way that I’d never felt before. That’s right, I’m not going down without a fight. And for once that means more than flailing my hands around and praying for a miracle that would never come. I rose back to a relaxed position before sighing.
“My parents, they’re not going to wake up for a few hours. Are they?” I asked. But it wasn’t really a question. While we hadn’t made a dramatic amount of noise, their room was just down the hall. And, while neglectful, I was confident they would at least have enough heart to come check on me if strange sounds started to come from my room in the middle of the night.
Still staring at me, her open face closed a bit as she tilted her head in thought. I could see the question in her eyes and chose to answer. “It’s what I would have done,” I shrugged. “just in case right? Can’t have anyone interrupting.”
“And yet you continue to claim you have no future as a ninja.” Her eyes narrowed. But I surprised her by shaking my head.
“Actually, I know I’d probably be good at it. Hell, maybe even great. We’re similar in a lot of ways. More than I’m comfortable with, actually. But that, more than anything else, just proves that I can’t trust you.”
She seemed to consider that for a moment. But whatever came to mind, she didn’t say. “Please tell me,” she decided instead, “for what reason did you feel the need to grope me so enthusiastically.” Less angry and more curious, my wide expression twisted bashfully as I scratched at the scab on my neck.
“Well… I mean, I didn’t think you were going to let me after I told you I wasn’t going.” My lips pinched into an apologetic line. “Unless…” and now I perked up considerably, my gaze shifting towards the bed before flicking back. “I mean we can always fight afterwards right? No reason we can’t handle this like rational, horny adults.” This earned a distinct frown from the other teenager. I didn’t so much as bat an eye. “Well, you can’t blame me for trying.”
“For one who claims to cherish Possible-San so dearly, you seem quite willing to tarnish her honor.” The easy expression on my face frozen, and now it was my turn to glare.
“In this world, Kim and one other are the only things that matter.” I stopped there, staring deep into her hazel orbs and determined to force her to feel the weight they carried. “And I will never, ever love another woman as much as I do them.”
Now the expression slipped back to the easy grin, even becoming a bit cheeky. “My heart and my soul belong to Kim and Ann. My dick on other hand, well, these past few days I’ve learned that it has a mind of its own. I’ve spent my entire life hold back and hiding from what I knew I wanted, just to make others happy. Not anymore. Not so long as I do a good enough job from her ever finding out.”
Yori stared at me for a long time. Able to strike in a moment’s notice, I made sure to remain posed for response. Thankfully her voice answered before her fist. “You have become dishonorable,” she remarked, slanted eyes narrowing with accusation.
“If honor means losing everything I love, if honor means a life of struggling, if honor means to let others do as they please simply because the alternative if messy, than you can keep it.” My smile widened, an expression a certain green skinned villainess would be proud of stretching my cheeks to cartoonish proportions. “Fuck honor, and fuck you!”
This time I was expecting the attack even before her image flickered out of view. She came me again, faster this time. And I found, even with my enhancements, I was a struggling to keep up. For Yori, the girl who had literally spent her entire life learning this style of fighting, it would have been stupid of me to think magic would allow me to fight her on even ground. Thankfully, I’d taken enough breatings to learn how to take up punch.
She was angry. Even if her face was stuck in that blank illusion, there was no deny my words had forced her to act without thinking.
This wasn’t the Ron she was expecting to come back to. This wasn’t how she’d thought the night would go. Was she stronger than me? Yes. Faster than me? Easily. But none of that mattered if she was predictable. And the magic guiding my motions knew enough to block and parry the familiar patterned of chops and kicks.
Was it enough to win? No. Good thing all I really needed to stall.
“You must realize by now you cannot win against me.” her angled hand copped down at a sharp angle against my collar. My arm barley moved in time to bock the blow. And even then I couldn’t blink before the next attack was already crushing my sternum and forcing the wind from my lungs.
I fell back, a wheezing cough breaking from my lungs as I tried and failed to regain what I’d lost. And even then she wouldn’t quit, her bandaged foot crushing the space where my face had been just a second ago. More reckless? Yes. But it also meant she might be less inclined to bring me back in one piece.
My foot stuck out in the spit second, the sensation of a solid blow jarring the appendage all the way up to my knee. Pain falling to the back of my mind, I watched Yori’s form fly back, her mid-section folded over in the place where I’d landed my attack. She fell back to the ground glaring, but otherwise unaffected. I rose to my feet, hate rolling off of me.
“Give up,” she demanded. “I do not wish to harm you further, but I am afraid that is what I must do if you continue to struggle. You will not win, but you prolong your pain. The choice is yours.”
Choice. I wanted to laugh. In this life, choice wasn’t something given to you. It was something that had to be taken, stolen by the power you were able to wield, and the length in which you were willing to go to grab it. She thinks this decision is hers to give me. But I will make my own. Through blood, sweet, and pain, I will bring ruin to anything that tries to stand in my way.
Staring into my narrowed eyes, she must have read this as a disappointed sigh took over. To my surprise her posture relaxed, the first action in a series of many to alert the alarm chiming in my head. “Then I am sorry for what I must do.” And all I could do was brace myself for whatever she had coming.
Her right hand pulled away from her body, but not in any threatening matter. Instead it chopped through the air in a single decisive movement that didn’t seem to mean much of anything. It wasn’t until I noticed her attention shift away from me and towards the window that I realized it wasn’t an attack. But a signal. A signal for reinforcements.
My eyes widened, fear consuming me. Each shadow in the room seemed to elongate all at once as I searched for the number of ninjas Yori had been keeping in reserve just in case they were needed. I braced myself, well, as much I could against an unknown number of enemy. But arms held over my face, the attack never came. And just as quickly as I’d thrown them up, I found myself lowing my guard just enough to glance at the sole ninja still standing before me.
She was not happy. Face set in stone, her eyes burned with frustration. Her arm swung again, this time even faster through the air. The simple motion hailed the same results as the first, and I found myself gasping in a long series of relaxed, even amused sounds.
When laughter finally found its way through, I couldn’t hold it back again.
Yori’s teeth clenched as she watched me on the floor, laid out and chortling for all it was worth. Finally I managed to calm down. The back of my head thumping on the carpeted floor below me. I relaxed against the material, eyes closed and blearily aware of the feint glimmer shining in the farthest corner of the room.
“You bitch…” I sighed, but with no real fire. Yori reared up at the insult, even though it hadn’t been aimed towards her at all.
I looked up, eyes training on the mirage I’d just noticed. Seeing the direction of my eyes, Yori’s attention drew the same way, only to take step back when she noticed the anomaly. Which was impressive all on its own. I’d hardly managed, and only because I knew what to look for.
“If you’d already finished, you could have jumped in before she nearly broke my arm.” Knowing that her cover was blown, the veiled shimmer seemed to widen into the shape of a wide dome. This figure dissolved in the matter of seconds, revealing the lone figure of the one woman capable of saving my life, the discarded bodies of three young men, all dressed in black cloth laid at her feet.
Yori jumped back, instincts taking over as she was forced to regard both of us. Even so, I could see her eyes flickering between us both, confusion and anger building as she tried to make sense of what was happening. I took another moment to marvel at the simple fact that I was alive before finally clueing her in.
“Hope you don’t mind.” Out of breath and too relieve to bother looking smug, I just leaned my back against the wall, eyes still trained on the grinning green woman. “But I figured you’d have a few guys tucked away in case things went south.” This, Yori seemed to find alarming. But I just shrugged my shoulders, the coldness that had been seeping through my blood from the moment I awoke finally expanding to my extremities.
“It’s what I would have done…”
“You messed up.” I answered her silent question. “When you said you’ve been watching me? Waiting until my power awoke? Well, I could only guess that meant you had a few guys stashed away. Figured I would just even the sides you know?”
Yori, falling back into her stony calm regarded Shego with what I could only guess was loathing. Not that I could blame her. But I wasn’t done, a wide and mocking expression taking my face as I knew my plan had worked. “She’s already pretty sneaky, but with the belt I loaned her they didn’t stand much of a chance. I just needed to buy her enough time to find them all.” And now my head fell back, eyes closing in an easy expression. I didn’t need to see her face to know what she thinking.
The kiss, the long lingering caress, the feelings that had been expressed in even that short of a time. I hadn’t planned it. Honestly, I thought I’d be forced to hold her off the entire time while Shego did her thing. But it was certainly the more enjoyable alternative. Besides, turnabouts only fair, right? She wants to manipulate me by pretending to care, pretending to love me? Than so could I. But at the end of the day, that’s all either of us really were.
Two clowns with painted smiles doing our best to ignore the monsters on the other side.
With a deep breath I prepared myself to stand, pain exploding from the areas I’d been unable to block her jabs. Oh yea, that was gonna bruise. Still, Yori took this development and backed herself away until she could face the both of us. Whatever amusement in my face, whatever cheer I’d had was gone.
Between the two of us, Yori and I finally seemed to bare the true reality of what we were. And it was horrifying.
“You can’t beat us both.” My fist were still numb but that didn’t stop the blue power in my chest from expanding out to cover my form. Basking in its rush and power, I didn’t stop until it covered all that I was. A small bereavement from the pain as it soothed it away. I’d won. I knew it. She knew it. Her fist lowered slowly, but not before igniting her gaze in a hate bearing glare.
“Stoppable-San cannot run forever.” She reminded me, the voice that had charmed me and so many others now seeming laced with poison that yearned for my blood. I didn’t flinch, knowing that I could only plan so much. She attacks and I defend myself.
“I’m getting stronger every day.” I reminded her. And made a point of flexing the power so carefully nurtured inside of me. Blue light illumined the otherwise dark room casting stark shadows across her Asians features. I allowed the power to continue for a full second before continuing. “And unlike you, I fight for something more than honor. What I fight for, what I’ve always fought for, has been the simple right to stand by Kim’s side.” The meaning might have changed a bit, but it’s still no less true. “And compared to that you don’t stand a chance”.
Yori stood silent, hands flexed at her sides. “Then perhaps it is easier to remove Stoppable-san’s distractions, if that is what keeps him so stubborn.” So causal, and light. Like she hadn’t just threatened the life of my existence. For that single moment, the blank void of my face reached my eyes, their brown color dimming in the impossible consideration of a world without Kim.
For so long I have said that would do anything for Kim. For her smile, for her laugh, for anything she desired so long as it was in my power. But what have I actually done to prove that?
No more. I will do anything I must, so long as it’s for her. Even if that means becoming the very thing she hates.
The blue fire flexed, but it was different this time. Around me the various baubles and toys that marked the life of a boy long since gone rose into the air. I could feel the power closing around me smoothing me. But I didn’t relent and soon I could feel it wavering edges solidity into something tangling, seeping into my muscles and legs.
This time she didn’t me coming.
If I had any mind to look I would have noticed a bright blue tail of energy hanging out the small of my back. But all of my attention was centered the woman who’s throat now resided in my clench fist.
Natural instinct took over and her expressionless face broke into a grimace. Along my forearm I could feel her nails biting me, desperate to claw away the pain. But the layer of energy protected me from any damage, the truth of what Monty sought all those years ago finally coming to fruition. Finally her eyes settled on my own, alive with a kind of fear that was too honest to be anything but.
“If you hurt Kim,” My voice, so different from my own sounded in low, base sounds. “If you touch so much as touch her I will make it my life’s mission to do everything in my power to see to Yamanouchi’s destruction.”
I watched Yori’s eyes widen, but not enough. The steel that glared at me was still there, still daring to plot to steal from me the only thing that mattered. I watched the lines of blue lift from under my skin in a disturbed blue vein as my fist tightened around her throat. Her cheeks, once so pale, seemed to be turning a dark purple. She no longer bother to attack me.
“I will break the man who gave you these orders,” clench, “tear down the buildings that housed the people who would think to take what’s mine,” clench, “and kill everyone that has even the smallest link.” Clench.
By this point whatever stubbornness I’d though I’d imagined in her expression could no longer exist. Not while the hazel color of her eyes was swallowed by the swollen black pupil. And they rolled towards the heavens. But still I continued, knowing that she was strong enough to still hear me.
“I will bring your precious school down from its mountain and watch it crash against the earth. And only then will allow you feel the pain of your life being forced from your body.” But not today. And so, before I could allow the white noise in my brain to completely silence my own rational thoughts, I forced my hand to let go. Allowing the Asian to fall to the floor.
A single desperate gasp filled the air. But I had already turned away back toward the one woman in my life who could watch such an unbridled display of violence and grin like it was the most arousing thing she’d ever seen. Even now I could feel her heated gaze take in my monkey powered state, fighting the urge to mount me then and there. But before she had the chance I willed the power to dissipate back into the air.
The strength and power and freedom it filled me with disappeared in a single moment. And in its in place left naught but pain and the fear of what I’d been so close to doing to wash through me. But I didn’t let it show. Back and shoulders straight, I marched towards the pile of unconscious ninjas.
Flinching only once, I picked them up one at a time and threw them at Yori’s direction. By the time the last one landed on the soft carpet of my floor, Yori’s breath was already back to a semblance of what it had been. But her eyes now watched me with a new kind of fear remained, drawn and hesitant.
Good.
“Leave.” Not a request, no pretty please, but an order. One that made me think that perhaps, in another life maybe I really could have been a Master Sensei. Just not this one. “And stay away from me. I’ve given you my answer. There is nothing you can do to change it.” Arms crossed, I waited for Yori to collect her fellow students and hop back out the window. So you can imagine my fear when that didn’t happen.
Still caressing her throat, she picked herself up and frowned. “Stoppable-san knows that is not within my power to decide.” she sounded raspy, a testament to much damage I must have done. Despite myself I felt myself flinch back. For both reasons. Alternately, Shego seemed to preen.
“Ooooh, is it my turn?” And to my surprise she actually turned to me for permission. It was right then I realized, if I gave even the smallest of allowance, she would happily pick right back up where I’d left off.
The grime of working with a villain stuck to my skin like syrup. But I tried to ignore the sensation. Instead, I wracked my brain to find a way to finish this without actually going further than I already had. Could I if I had to...? Thankfully, Yori’s cracked voice continued before I was forced to acknowledge the answer burning in my chest.
“Perhaps, we may meet in the middle?” Shego stepped forward, no doubt ready to ignore her completely in favor of getting into a fight. My hand closed around her upper arm. An action the old me would have boggled at. But she relented. No matter how twisted her reasoning, Shego seemed honest in her intentions toward me. She made a sour face, one she aimed in my direction. But she backed down in the end. I tried to ignore how that made me feel.
Yori’s eyes stared at my hired muscle with caution. Seeing me rein her in, she lowered her hand from her throat, the red impression of my hand still clear and visible. Met with silence, Yori took this as a sign to continue.
“Stoppable-San has expressed his… unwillingness to leave Possible-San. Would you consent to proper training if you were able to continue your relationship?” Her tone was polite, gentle, the same bullshit that had fooled me the first time we me. I raised an eyebrow half wondering why she was even bothering now that I knew her little secret. But even more suspicious than that was how good the words sounded. Almost too much to be true.
“I already asked if she could come with and you said no,” I reminded her. Yori’s expression remained and she bowed her head in acknowledgement.
“And that is still so. However, if you will not come to Yamanouchi to receive proper rating and demand to remain in your home, than you will stay… as will I.” Now I was really taken aback, but she didn’t allow me even a moment to voice my confusion. “Master sensei will deliver the lessons through me, and I will be your teacher until a time comes where you are more willing to cooperate.”
“If that’s was an option that why the hell didn’t you tell me in the first place!” I all but yelled. I could still feel her wind pipe bending under my fingers.
“It was our greatest wish to force you to abandon your past all at once so you may study without interruption. However, recent events have shown it may be in our better interest to adjust our plans.”
I stared at her, disbelief chewing at the edge of my sanity. Translation: ‘we fucked up and didn’t know you’d actually put up a fight. And only now that you’re willing to kill us do you get a say in what we do with your life.’ Great.
“I told you I’m not going with you. Why bother training me to be your leader if it’s never going to happen?” Now some of Yori’s fire returned, the ease with which she smiled only making the honest belief shining through her expression that much more unsettling.
“Because it was destined, Stoppable-san. It is not for me to understand. But there is no mistake that you are the one who will inherit the next title of Master Sensei. How it happens, even I cannot say. But it will. And when that day comes, we would rather you be prepared to protect what you so easily claim you would destroy.”
One more time she bowered her head, this time going so far as down to her waist. “This is all that I may offer you Stoppable-san. If you still refuse, than I am afraid you must be willing to take my life. For that is what I stake to fulfil my duty. I did not lie when I claimed to be tied to your destiny. I shall stand beside you no matter what. Even in the face of your own destruction. But you must make that choice.”
I stared at her for a long time. Anger, regret, hatred coursing through me. But none of that changed the word that came out of my lips.
“fine…”
Next to me I could feel Shego slump, no doubt disappointed by my answer. But it was better this way. By almost all accounts. Despite my bluster I really didn’t want to spend my life looking over my shoulder waiting for them to attack. Nor did I want to destroy their school if they actually tried to harm Kim.
But most of all, this at least would keep Yori were I could see her. If she wanted to think some scroll or tablet means that I would leave Kim for anything, than let her. One less thing I have to worry about. Which, lately, was actually quite a bit.
“Will you get out of here already? I seriously doubt you plan on starting right this second.” At least really hoped not. But it turns out she wasn’t done. Not yet.
“Before I go, there is something I must return.” Watching her walk toward me, I raised an eyebrow curious as to anything she could have gotten to. But what she dropped in my hand was anything but clarifying. Small and metal, what looked to be dried blood still clung to its outer shell. I raised an eyebrow wondering what it could possibly be.
“Thanks?” I tried. But Yori shook her head.
“As I said, I am simply returning what I’d already taken. Possible-san may be upset the next time she attempts to find you, only to find your collar missing.” gentle kind, the bite in her tone almost went over my head. Almost.
“Collar?” I turned back and felt my face curl. Without thinking, my hand reached back to itch my neck only to flinch when I became reminded of the scab.
Wait.
Pulling my hand away, a few drops of blood tinged the tips of my nails. I looked back at the chip and felt my emotions rear up. Yori however continued as though everything were completely the same as it had been.
“Where did you get this chip?” my voice echoed with hollow fear. But Yori was all too happy answer.
“It was close enough to the surface that a small distraction was all I needed to successfully remove it from your body. After all, it wouldn’t do very well to have Possible-san come after you in the future.”
‘Stop fucking smiling!’ I wanted to growl. Was I seriously supposed to believe this thing had been inside of me all this time? That Kim had put it there!? When would she have even had the chance?
“Why…” I found myself mumbling, but failed to continue. Thankfully, Yori was all too happy come with the answer.
“Possible-san must have simply been worried about you. It is not as though you are capable enough to take proper care of yourself, yes? How highly she must think of you to assume you needed to be tracked like an animal.” Stop. Fucking. Smiling. But no matter how much I wanted to hate Yori in this moment, I couldn’t deny her words as false. Especially as… memories came into mind.
How she always seemed to be able to find me. How she’d known the night of her parent’s anniversary that I was in her bathroom even when her mother didn’t. ‘I’ll give him another day. After that if he hasn’t shown up and he’s not at home I’ll give Wade a call.’ The words seemed to swirl around me, the final nail to solidify the truth of her words.
“Get out.” Yori blinked. “I said get out of my house!” Yelling in her face, she must have seen a spark of blue because the next moment I was staring at air and she was across the room.
“Your training begins tomorrow, Stoppable san. Please say hello for me to Possible-san.” And she was gone, her shadowy visage and the three prone bodies all but vanishing in an instant. I let the silence in the room hang as I tried to rationalize my own thoughts. But of course, when could things ever be so easy?
“Not. Tonight,” the words bit out of my mouth as soon as I felt the familiar hard leather of Shego’s glove traveling down my back. Still behind me, she’d watched the entire exchange without any kind of word. Without Yori, her job was all but finished. So of course she was expecting payment. Unfortunately, for once I wasn’t in the mood.
“I don’t work for free, Stoppable.” Her words were heavy with seduction. I shivered feeling her black painted lips brush my ear, her warm breath crashing against the side of my face. “That little bomb she dropped must have been stressful. Thankfully I know a little activity we could try to work that out.”
She laughed, light and free. And for a moment, I allowed myself to entertain the thought. Of blowing all my anger and rage down the back of her throat with my wad. But I relented. Rather, I couldn’t. Shego must have sensed this, because just as soon she was pushing me away, her eyes were mocking in that special sneer of hers.
“Wow, sidekick. You put on that kind of performance just to blue ball me now?” she snorted. “And they call me evil.” But I didn’t answer.
A few heart beats later and I watched Shego’s mane of ebony hair shake with a disappointed motion. She walked towards my window and stepped onto its ledge. Thinking she was about to leave, I was proven wrong as she took the time to give me one last glance.
“You owe me stoppable. You won’t know when or where, but I always collect. And until then…” I raise an eyebrow, only to feel my eyes widen at the sight of my belt still wrapped around her hips. “I’ll just be borrowing this little treat. You’ve got my number,” she winked. And then she was gone. Leaving me alone and in the dark.
I stared at the small sliver of metal for what felt like an eternity. Finally, after what must have been only five minutes, I found myself walking back towards the window to stare at the night sky and think about everything that happened in only the last two days.
It didn’t seem real. But that applied so much to my life that I’d learned to stop questioning it. Instead, I took a long, deep breath and basked in the dim light of the moon that streamed in to meet my equally pale features.
I wasn’t going to let this break me. That’s what Yori wanted. This… this chip changed nothing. What I should remember tonight is that tomorrow I get to wake up to Kim. Tomorrow I get to spend another day with the girl I love.
What had once encouraged me to fight against an opponent I knew I could never defeat, now left my chest tight. With a shaken breath, a fraction of the unease Yori had seen fit to instill in me was replaced with pride.
That’s right. Kim was mine. And even if I had to share Ann, I was still a part of her heart away from her husband. One that even she herself might not recognize. And everything else… well.
My eyes sent a side long glance towards my bag where I opened to inspect my treasure trove. If Kim could have her secrets, I didn’t see why I couldn’t have a few of my own. And there was still much fun to be had I ever had to consider my actions. What I’d said to Yori hadn’t been a lie. My heart and soul belong to Kim. But the rest of me still seemed to hunger for what else the world had to offer.
The whole world was my toy, if I was willing to take it. But for right now, what I have in this bag should be more than enough.
A/N: Okay guys, I got some bad news. These past few months I’ve managed to update pretty regularly, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to continue this bi-weekly update schedule any longer. I desperately wanted to finish this arc of the story, and now that I have I want to focus on a few of my other stories that have gotten fairly popular recently, those being Genjutsu Gone Right and Sense of Semblance.
I understand that a lot of you are disappointed to hear this. But please understand that I have no intention of abandoning this story, nor do I plan to allow the disparity between updates to go back to what it had been. I’ll still update. I just won’t have a schedule.
A big thank you to everyone who’s been reading the story up until this point. And you’ll see me soon, hopefully. And don't forget to leave a review if you find the time.
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