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The World Must Never Know	By : fulwiz123 Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 53068 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. Real people, places, and events are used in a fictitious manner. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.

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The World Must Never Know
Part Five - Hunted.

Written by fulwiz
Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. Real people, places, and events are used in a fictitious manner. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.
Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, intense violence, torture, rape, death, incest, and many other mature themes.

Chapter 35: Thunder Rolls.

(Mt. Yamanuchi, Japan - August 6th, 2008)
Yori placed a written prayer on the large boulder beside the road. It joined the other's she left there each day since her brother died on this very spot. The sound of an approaching vehicle interrupted her grieving thoughts. Rather than have her mourning solitude be interrupted by some passing stranger, she stepped around the boulder and melted into the shadow cast by the bright dawn sunlight.
The sound grew closer to where she hid. It echoed off the side of the mountain like thunder. She knew, even before it appeared around the bend in the road, it was the sound of a motorcycle, just like her brother once rode. When it came past her, she immediately recognized the rider.
Once, she had the honor of calling him friend. Enjoyed his company. Laughed at his American style humor. Not so anymore. Not since the day the Lowardians came to earth. On that day his Mystical Monkey power arose to it's fullest. On that day something else rose within him. Something that changed him.
A chill raced through her body as he passed by. She raced up the road behind him, all the while wondering, what could make Stoppable-San look so grim?
By the time she reached the courtyard, he was nowhere to be seen. The motorcycle was standing near the doors of the shrine, being admired by a few of her fellow ninja.
At her approach, they looked in her direction. She asked. “Where is the Mystical Monkey Master?”
One of them bowed respectfully to her. “He has entered the shrine. He consults with Sensei. Our master has bid us to see that they are not disturbed.”
Curiosity and anger filled her as she once more looked toward the shrine. She let neither emotion show on her face. “Very well. Remain vigilant.” She turned an started walking toward the other side of the courtyard. “I have other duties to perform.”
As soon as she was out of their sight, she slipped a black hood over her head and took to the shadows.
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The old ninja sat in a meditative pose, contemplating the guilt he felt crawling over his bones like some venomous caterpillar. Wisdom, that he once thought guided his decisions, had eluded him. The death of Hirotaka brought with it the true horror of his own, well meant, yet truly misguided actions in the past. The proof had been written on Yori's face at her brother’s funeral. Beneath the grief, for the most fleeting of moments, he saw the barely hidden hatred. She was well schooled in keeping such emotions from surfacing, only her loss cracked the mask she wore. Sensei knew who the hatred was for. Himself.
There could only be one reason for what he'd seen. The secret of the Han was no secret to her mother. He still did not know how she acquired the knowledge. That she knew what he'd done and harbored true hatred for it, was all that mattered. There was only one course the wizened teacher felt he could take. He must atone for his wrongdoing. Things must be made right. There was no other honorable way.
He did not fear for his life, even though he knew Yori might attempt to take it in her need for vengeance. If that would appease her, then so be it. He would meet the end of his life, gladly, if that were the only way. However, there might, just might, be another.
Standing, with an ease the belied his age, he crossed the stone floor of the shrine and entered the hidden sanctum behind the alter. It was here, surrounded by the great power in his trust, that he sought another way to fulfill his debt with honor. It was the abuse of this power that was his downfall. Perhaps he could use the very same power to undo the damage? His ancient eyes scanned the shelves and nooks holding the amassed artifacts of Mystical Monkey magic.
As each passed before his seeking eyes, he contemplated how they might be used. Frustration mounted as he finally realized none of them presented a viable option. It was only when his gaze fell on a empty place, between two figurines, that he realized the truth. What he sought was not here. There was only one artifact of great and wondrous power which could solve his dilemma. An artifact that no longer existed in the world as he knew it. The only power, in his knowledge, that could make everything right was lost to the sands of time.
Nearly giving up hope, Sensei turned to exit. A tiny thought, deep within the recesses of his guilt ridden mind, made him pause. Turning back to the unfilled emptiness, he wondered if there were not some way to restore that one great magical artifact? Some way to resurrect the world altering power of the Tempus Simia?
Returning to his meditation spot before the alter, he considered all the hidden magics he knew. There was one spell. It was as ancient as the one he used to summon the demon. The more he thought about it, the more he was sure it could be done. Most everything he needed was within his reach, with the exception of a single ingredient. Power did not come from nowhere. To fuel the magical spell that would remake the Time Monkey, he needed a source of magical power. A source greater even than his own. A power equal to that which he sought to recreate.
His thoughts were interrupted by the entrance of one of his students. The young ninja bowed to him.
“Sensei. The Mystical Monkey Master is here. He says he comes in need of your wisdom.”
The elderly ninja stood. He told the younger man to bring Ron Stoppable to him, and see to it they were not disturbed.
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Yori could hear the first group of students entering the courtyard for training exercises. She ignored the shouts of the instructors, keeping her concentration on the task of climbing the rear wall of the shrine. Her goal was a small window, near the top, used for ventilation. Most would never know it was there, it wasn't visible from the ground, but she knew because she saw it put in during the reconstruction following the attack of the Yono.
She attained the window and squeezed her lithe body through the small opening. Darkness enveloped her. Through the rafters she climbed, making her way closer to the sound of two familiar voices below her. Once she was close enough to hear them clearly, she found a hiding spot next to a stone support column, and peered down.
Ron and Sensei were sitting on the floor next to the the shrine's alter. Even from this distance, and the bad angle, she could see how much younger man had changed since she saw him last. Now that he wasn't wearing the motorcycle helmet, she could see his hair was a little longer than she remembered, he also needed a shave. What struck her the most were the dark hollows surrounding his eyes. They matched the set of his mouth, telling the story of a long sleepless night.
She listened closely to his strained and haunted voice.
“It happened again Sensei. Just like the first time. I could feel it stirring inside me all the way there. When I got to the docks and saw what Aviarius did to Team Go, it just all came out. I couldn't stop it... I didn't want to stop it!”
Sensei stroked his beard thoughtfully. “Many times, young Stoppable-San, we have discussed this. Yet again, I must ask. Why is it you feel this to be a wrongness? To have pride in defeating your enemies is not something to be ashamed of.”
Ron leaped up from the floor. His face a mask of loathing, as he paced before the elderly man. “Pride!? It wasn't pride. That I could get behind. Don't you get it Sensei? Don't you understand?”
The ninja followed Ron’s movements with his eyes. He knew what the boy was going through, but knew nothing he could say would give him any peace of mind. As he was in the midst of dealing with his own conundrum, he wasn't really in the right frame of mind to be giving out sage advice. Both of them were feeling guilty, only the reasons for it differed. His eyes narrowed as he realized opportunity was not only knocking, it was battering the door down.
“Stoppable-San. Be still for a moment.” Ron came to a halt and glowered at the old man. “I do understand what you feel. You had great power forced upon you. You accepted it for good and honest reasons. It does you no shame that you take delight in using that power.”
“No shame!? How can you say that? It's wrong-sick! I know it is, but I just can't help it.”
“I say it is so. It is not your fault you felt pleasure in killing the Lowardians, or this more recent foe. Even the greatest of masters, who spent their lives in study of such magics, have fallen into the same trap. Heed my words, the fault is not yours. Had I known the power would consume you so completely, I would have taken steps to aid you long ago.”
Ron paled. “You mean it's the MMP that's making me like this?” He spun on his heel, facing away from the elder ninja. His face was lost in shadow as he spoke in almost a whisper. “If only I'd known... Man, I really wish I never...”
Sensei rose to his feet. He placed a hand on Ron’s arm, and pulled him around to face him. “It is time, my young friend, for me to do as I should have before. If you will permit me, I shall grant your wish.”
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The sun was nearly set when Ron Stoppable stepped out of the shrine. His body felt weak, drained. His mind, on the other hand, felt free. He hefted a large ornate wooden box under his arm as he approached his bike. He was just reaching for his helmet, when he realized it might not be a good idea. He stared at the super powered motorcycle, and for the very first time felt afraid of it.
The fear was like a long lost friend, finally come home. He much preferred the familiar old emotion to the one he hoped was now gone forever.
He smiled as he turned away and started walking toward the gate. He would just have to find another way to get to Africa. To the only place in the world where the artifact in his hands could be activated. The one place where everything could be made right. The Tempus Simia Temple.
His thoughts were fixed so soundly on the past, and how he could change it for the better, he didn't realize he was being followed. After crossing the long rope and plank bridge, he slipped past the waterfall that hid the top of Mt. Yamanuchi from the rest of the world. A sigh escaped him as he realized he had a long walk down the side of the mountain ahead of him.
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(Middleton Mall - Middleton, Colorado)
Rufus poked his head out of the top of Monique's purse as she walked past the food court. “Cheese?”
She checked her watch, saw she still had some time before she had to be to work, and veered toward newly opened Bueno Nacho. She grinned at the look of hungry anticipation on the fur-less rodent's face.
At the counter, she ordered two large tubs of nachos, extra cheese. Since it was still early, there was no problem for her to find a table out of the direct line of sight of both the counter and the entrance. Pets of any sort, even pretty unique ones like Rufus, were a no-no with mall security.
Rufus gave her a conspiratorial wink as he scrambled out of the bag and began scarfing his way through the nachos.
Watching him eat, Monique smiled. If it weren't for the Naked Mole Rat for company, she would have been feeling pretty lonely about now. It seemed that everyone was on vacation except her. Her dad was off on another golf tour, with her mom tagging along to cheer him on. Her BFF Kim was with her mom at some fancy resort. Post cards and stories of which, her friend had better be bringing back when she got home. Even Ron was taking some kind of sabbatical from his heroing duties to visit some old teacher of his in Japan.
Of all of them, she thought Ron was the one who needed some time off most. He hadn't looked very good when he asked her to take care of Rufus while he was gone.
She started on her own tub of extra cheesy nachos, with only slightly less gastronomic fervor than her dining companion. She knew she should have probably gotten a salad instead, but, like her friends, her choice in snackage was variable to almost an extreme.
As usually happened whenever she thought about Ron and Kim, her thoughts turned back to the good old days when they were all in high school. Back when they were all friends together. It hadn't been easy keeping up a friendship with both of them since the breakup. She only managed by not mentioning it at all anymore. At first she'd tried to get them back together, but found it wasn't in the cards.
Rufus, on the other hand, never stopped trying to get his friends back together. She was pretty sure that was one of the reasons Ron asked her to take care of him for a while. Grinning at the, now overly stuffed, pink skinned rodent lounging in the empty tub, and eying her own unfinished nachos, she considered him to be the true champion of lost causes.
Getting Kim and Ron to be friends again would take something more than either she or Rufus was capable of.
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(Natural Leisure Resort - August 8th, 2008)
Anne tore her eyes away from her daughter's gold adorned breasts and smiled mischievously. “I think it's pretty close to time for the surprise.” She fanned her face with her hand, as if the tropical heat was getting to her. It wasn't, but another kind of heat was definitely warming her up. “Why don't we step in here, out of the sun, while we wait?”
Kim wasn't fooled for a moment. She recognized the look on her mother's face. She had something up her, non-existent, sleeve. Something that included the large red and white stripped tent she was pointing at. A look at Andy's face told her, he was clueless to her mother's tricks. Knowing whatever was going to happen was going to be extremely naughty, Kim decided to just play along. “Sure thing Mom.”
As they passed through the open flaps of the gigantic tent, Kim read the billboard hanging next to it. The show, which involved an aerial acrobatic troupe called The Flying Fucks, was just about over. From the artistic drawings of high wire and swinging trapeze sex on it, she was sure she'd love to see the show in it's entirety.
Inside, as she expected, was a true circus. There was only one ring in the center of the large space, but the large crowd of naked hedonists in the surrounding bleachers didn't seem to care. All eyes were fixed on a point near the top of the enclosure. There, suspended in mid air was a large group of glittering naked bodies, writhing together in ways she could barely get her mind around. She had no idea how they could manage such sexual antics while on a single thin wire. It was obviously the climax of the show, in more ways than one, and the crowd rose to it's feet to cheer the performers.
While the acrobats disentangled themselves from each other, a bright spotlight came on. It was focused on the very center of the open floorspace. In the dazzling white light stood a man who wore a ringmasters top hat. Neither it, or his long blond hair, hid anything of his excited nakedness. Kim raised her eyebrows upon recognizing him as the resort manager, Handel Feeley.
Feeley lifted a hand to the disappearing performers and called out to the crowd. “Let's hear it for The Flying Fucks! Remember folks, don't try anything like that at home!”
Laughter, and even more applause, greeted his joke. He bowed to the audience and spoke again. “Now, before you leave, the Natural Leisure Resort has a very special event to announce!” His eyes twinkled as he shifted his gaze to the side. Kim felt a shiver of anticipation, even before another spotlight picked her to land on. “Today, for the first and only time! A very special treat for all of you! Welcome the one! And only! KIM POSSIBLE!”
Kim felt a gentle prodding at her back, as her mom pushed her forward. She knew if she hadn't been expecting something outrageous, she'd be blushing as hard as Andy was.
Feeley continued his spiel as she moved closer to the center. “You all know her as the TEEN HERO who has saved the world on countless occasions... Today! BEFORE YOUR VERY EYES! She will attempt something even she hasn't done before! Let's give her a big round of applause for consenting to lose her ANAL VIRGINITY, RIGHT HERE and RIGHT NOW, for your viewing pleasure!”
Kim looked over her shoulder at her mother. “I'm so gonna spank you later for this.”
Anne grinned. “Looking forward to it Kimmie-Twat. Now get out there and show these nice people how a Possible takes it up the ass.”
Andy gulped loudly. His eyes rolled back in his head. He fainted dead away.
Everyone in the tent followed his descent to the floor.
Feeley laughed loudly. “Seems we have a bit of stage fright here folks. Just sit back, relax, and hold on to your... hats... while we get everything prepared!”
The spotlights went out and Kim saw the manager walk over while her mom checked Andy's pulse.
Anne shook her head. “Maybe I should have warned him?”
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