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Foundations Laid	By : Parareru Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female > Kim/Ron Views: 10550 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Foundations Laid
By Parareru

I obviously don’t own Kim Possible or any of the characters. This is merely the product of an overly active imagination.

Phase 5: Face to Face

“Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?” an irritated blonde woman interrogated Uno as he strode down the corridors of the lair.

“It’s nice to see you too, Justine,” Uno replied dryly, not missing a step at the sudden appearance of his associate. “The mission is proceeding according to plan.”

“The mission was to prepare for Leviathan’s Ascension! Kidnapping, raping and torturing Kim Possible and Sto Stoppable was not part of it! These two are friends of mine in a weird and complicated sense!” The fuming blonde’s form wavered and de-rezzed slightly as it accidentally walked through a corner.

“So, where are you, Justine? Any progress with Division 51 yet?”

“For once this is a top-secret organization that is actually difficult to find, much less infiltrate.” The hologram let out a groan of frustration and threw her arms skyward. “I am a particle physicist, a certified genius, not a field operative, dammit! I should be pushing the boundaries of science! Why am I stuck with the job of breaking into a high-security, quasi-governmental facility?!”

“It comes with the territory of being a sidekick,” Uno responded dryly. “All of us super-villains have one.” He was still smirking at Justine’s self-pitying rant as he had heard similar ones many times.

“I am not a sidekick!” Justine retorted angrily while shooting Uno a glare.

“I am sorry,” he said in all honesty. “You were never supposed to be here. But all of our plans turned to shit at the worst possible moment.”

Justine’s hologram softened slightly at hearing the masked pain in his voice. “I know this has to be hard for you. Seeing her like this. If you want to talk…”

“You have a mission to complete,” Uno said curtly, reserved once again.

“Yes sir,” Justine replied blandly, taking the hint to drop the subject. “I’ve got just one last word of warning though. It looks like you’ve attracted some attention from high up. You can expect a visitor sometime soon.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Uno reassured Justine as she faded from sight. “He’s just an old friend.”

***

“This is starting to get old,” Kim muttered as she woke from her drugged slumber. She saw that while she was still naked at least she wasn’t bound in any way. “Well, that’s an improvement.” Kim chuckled mirthlessly as she realized that the best news of the day was that she naked, but free; relatively speaking of course. It looked like the she was still in the same expansive room, only all the equipment and the bed where Ron… no, Drakken had … taken her was gone. She snarled in anger and slammed a fist against the ground, fire smoldering in her eyes.

Her eyes fell on a small tray placed by the door holding some bread and water and Kim fell upon it ravenously, tearing off hunks of bread and gulping down the water. Midway through her repast she paused and briefly considered the possibility that the food and water might have been drugged before dismissing the thought. There were easier ways to keep her unconscious than to have her wake up and then have her eat some drugged food. Even if there were drugs present there was little she could do about it. Kim polished off the tray and sat back feeling slightly more human. The entire ordeal with the torture, rape and drugs had caused her to lose track of time, but it felt like it had been days since she had last eaten anything.

It appeared that someone had taken the liberty of treating her wounds as she slept. Kim couldn’t examine her asshole directly, but it felt as if it had escaped serious damage and she bent to inspect her battered sex to find her flesh still somewhat sore and tender. Kim had heard in school from some of the looser girls that the first time would hurt, but it wasn’t the physical part that had wounded and stabbed at her soul. The entire deception seemed somehow… half-assed. At any minute she expected one of her enemies to jump out and yell “Surprise!”

If they had meant for her to believe Ron had raped her and poison her relationship with her best friend, then Drakken should never have revealed himself. It was as if they had planned for the fake-out just to screw with her mind. If that was the plan then it worked like a charm because her emotional state was one roiling mass of confusion. It was definite that Kim’s conflict with Drakken had risen to another level. But her feelings for Ron were thrown into doubt. Ron was an innocent in this entire mess and didn’t deserve any of the misplaced anger she felt. Even now she could picture Ron in her mind’s eye on top of her, pawing at her, even fucking her and it was something that both excited and disgusted her.

When she got out of here she wasn’t sure what she would do to Drakken and Uno, but she knew that it would hurt a lot. Kim had never been tempted to cross the line to killing before, not even when Drakken had her under mind control, but now she was strongly considering what sounds Drakken would make as she choked the life out of him.

Kim’s eyes narrowed as her ears picked up the sounds of booted feet approaching her cell. From the echoes coming through the door it was a single person, probably sent to remove the tray. She scrambled to her feet grabbing for the tray as she took position beside the door. A feral smile of anticipation crossed Kim’s face as she readied her makeshift weapon. As the door swung open Kim swung with all her strength only to have her arm caught forcibly and the tray clattered away, out into the corridor.

Kim struggled to free her wrist as she dangled from that iron grip and its owner marched into the room, the door swinging shut behind him. Kim gauged him to be over six feet and well muscled, but without the bulk of a body builder, dressed in some black clothing with a vaguely military cut. He looked down at the struggling, nude redhead and said, “Crude and slow,” in Uno’s hated, sepulchral voice before tossing Kim across the room. Kim tucked herself in a ball and spun through the air to land on her feet.

“Adequate,” Uno conceded as she took up a combat stance. Uno calmly studied the furious redhead and waited with his hands clasped behind his back. He had a look of bored amusement written into his body language.

The sight of him just standing there as if she wasn’t a threat sent rage flooding through her veins. With a wordless howl of fury Kim launched herself at Uno intent on nothing more than hearing him cry out in pain. Uno sidestepped the charge and nimbly leapt over Kim’s leg sweep. Kim followed up with a rising uppercut that Uno avoided easily. “Predictable,” Uno sneered as if it were the vilest curse, backhanding the redhead across the room.

Kim wasn’t able to roll with the blow this time and hit the ground in pain, losing some sin tin the process. Kim picked herself off the floor slowly, gauging her opponent. She had never faced an opponent as tough as this one. Not even Shego was this tough. Kim had never seen anyone move like him before, fluid and graceful like a dancer only much more powerful. The kicker was that Uno didn’t have the look of a villain; he looked just like any average sandy-haired, blue-eyed man off the street. Still there was something about him that she found familiar, but couldn’t put a finger on what it was.

“It’s amazing that you’ve lasted this long,” Uno criticized as he circled Kim casually. Kim noticed that the hollow, funereal tone of his voice seemed natural, not run through a filter at all, unless he had something done to his vocal cords as a sort of villainous trademark. She was also finding the manner in which he enunciated each word to be somewhat irritating.

“Hey, I’ve beaten every villain I’ve gone up against,” Kim protested as she launched a flurry of punches at Uno’s head and torso. Most of her blows were blocked or deflected and the few strikes that did sneak through his defenses didn’t seem to disturb him in the slightest.

“Yes, I am well familiar with the class of villain you’ve dealt with, DNAmy, the Seniors, Gill, Duff Killigan, Monkey Fist and our dear Dr. Drakken to name a few. All were laughable at best, exactly the sort who can be beaten by one little girl,” Uno mocked.

“Well,s lis little girl is going to kick your ass!” Kim retorted as she leapt to the attack with a flying kick.

“You have spirit,” Uno complimented as he snagged her ankle, spun and released, sending Kim flying across the room. “In a perfect world, such spirit would make you invincible.” He was impressed to see Kim rebound off the wall and floor to launch another attack. He blocked the strike with crossed forearms, absorbing the blow, and then swung them out wide to send the girl stumbling back towards the wall. “But then this is far from a perfect world.”

“It’ll be a lot better once I knock you out of it,” Kim snapped. She performed a series of flips to get back in close and tried for a disabling strike to the solar plexus only to have her fist grabbed in an unbreakable grip.

“Sorry, too slow,” Uno said as he squeezed.

Kim felt the bones in her hand grind against one another and choked off a scream. She belted Uno several times across the face with her free hand with no result as he levered her into a kneeling position. Kim could only grit her teeth and gasp heavily as the pain mounted. Seeing an opportunity Kim switched her target to Uno’s groin, but his free hand blocked hers. “Now play nice,” he taunted with a smirk before releasing Kim’s hand and kneeing her in the chin.

Kim flew back several feet, skidded across the floor and rolled to her feet. She hissed at the sting coming from the patches of flesh rubbed raw across her shoulder blades as she shook her hand to restore feeling for it. Kim swayed unsteadily on her feet, blinking her eyes rapidly to clear her blurry vision. An all out frontal assault was out of the question, Uno was simply too good. There weren’t any holes in his defenses. To beat him she was going to have to get sneaky.

“Is that the best that you can do?” Uno jeered, standing loosely as he waited expectantly for Kim’s next attack.

Kim steadied her wobbly legs, gathered her remaining strength and leapt high into the air with a kick aimed for Uno’s head. Uno tensed as he moved to block her strike, but at the last second Kim aborted her kick, landing underneath Uno’s rising block and drove her fist forward with all her power into his solar plexus.

Uno grunted at the blow, staggering slightly, but he recovered quickly. Before Kim could duck out to the way he retaliated with a spinning kick that slammed her against the wall. Kim dropped to her knees as the breath was slammed out of her body. Spots danced before her eyes as her joints turned to rubber.

Kim tried to get back to her feet and continue the attack only to collapse as the limits of her endurance was exceeded. Kim grimaced as Uno wrapped his hand around her throat and lifted her off her feet. Her fingers clawed at the unyielding arm as she gasped and struggled for air.

“Pathetic!” Uno hissed with barely suppressed anger as he drew her close.

Kim felt the familiar sensation of consciousness leaving her body as she thought, Oh, no! Not again! Not! Again!

Uno felt Kim Possible start to go limp in his grasp and was about to toss the unconscious girl aside when he saw a blindingly white light flare as Kim’s eyes snapped open. Her lips twisted in fury as she placed glowing hands against Uno’s chest and pushed. Uno cried out in surprise rather than pain as he was thrown across the room from the blast, the front of his jacket charred and shredded.

A grim smile crossed his lips as he saw the redhead advance on him, enveloped in a flickering rainbow-hued aura. Uno responded by calling up his own power and he was surrounded by a dark blue radiance. The sheer power of his presence bowled the entranced Kim off her feet. Seeing his chance, Uno raced forward faster than the girl could react, efficiently delivered a chop to the side of her neck and caught the teenager as she folded, the aura winking out like a light. Uno gently held Kim as his own glow faded from sight. As he laid Kim down on the floor he pulled off the singed and bloody remains of his jacket, wadded it up and placed it under her head.

Uno’s touch was oddly tender as he said, “Better, much better.”

A/N: Well, there we go. Sorry, no lemon in this chapter. Mostly just here to advance the plot. Gotta have a couple chapters like that. Debauchery can get boring if overdone. The next two chapters will be a little racier. Promise.

Added a couple of new elements here. Justine. Leviathan. Ascension. Division 51. The entire glowing thing. All will be made clear eventually.

Oh, feel free to post any theories. I’ll pay as much attention to them as George Lucas does. Well, maybe a little more. After all everybody hated Jar-jar Binks.
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