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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 7 - A Clown’s Lament
The sweet sound of Yori’s voice sent a chill down my spine. My eyes widened immediately. And I quickly turned toward Kim only to flinch at the fire burning in her expression. sharp as daggers, I could almost feel flames licking at skin, coking me alive.
In a heartbeat I turned around, only to whimper as my fear became realized. Standing just a head shorter than myself, Yori stood before me in the very same schoolgirl outfit she had visited in the week before. Which is exactly how long it’s been since I’ve last seen her. Now I just needed to find a way to convince Kim.
Head cocked slightly to the side, her eyes were light and her smile was warm and pleasant. As though she had no idea the dumpster fire she’d just started. “Yori! Hey…” I tried not to sound as nervous as I felt. “I-I thought you want back to Japan. What ah, what happened?” And feeling my throat grow dry, I had to stop myself from wheezing.
“Stoppable-San.” She greeted me once more, her expression becoming amused. “Why would you think that? We still have need to speak properly.” Then, to make everything a thousand times worse, I felt my skin grow cold as the pretty young woman reached up to place a small kiss on my cheek before retreating, calm as ever.
Rearing back, I reacted as though I had just been stabbed. Behind me, I could swear I heard Bonnie guffaw. This was very bad.
“Because, because,” I insisted with a nervous laugh, “ah, I haven’t really seen you since the last time you dropped by. Nope, not once.” I used this opportunity to give Kim a quick glance, meeting her glare and pleading with her to listen.
Once more the Asian girl bowed. “I apologize Stoppable-San. I hope my absence did not upset you too greatly. I intended to wait at your home as we discussed, but something came up that required my assistance. I’m sure you understand.” And lifting her head, it was all I could do to keep from shivering under seemingly kind hazel gaze.
“Ah,” I paused, swallowing nervously. “I-I mean, yea. Totally. Could ah, happen to anyone.” I had to keep my cheeks from beaming.
Silently I was screaming. Both at myself and at Yori. After what had happened with Shego, I’d forgotten all about my meeting with the ninja. And now, here she was, all dressed up in her skirt and knee socks and kissing me on the cheek… Oh my god, Kim is going to kill me.
“Listen,” I spoke, trying my best to smile. “Yori, right now isn’t the best time. Can you just,” I winced, “tell me whatever it is you wanted to talk about? I-If that’s okay that is,” I quickly added, reminding myself of who I was talking too.
Pausing, Yori took a moment to regard the two women standing behind me before answering. I could only pray she’d finally taken notice of the situation. “I do not think that would be wise, Stoppable-San. These words, they are not suitable for public.” It took all of my power not to glare at the smiling girl in front of me. There was no way that was an accident.
“Okay! Okay!” I exclaimed, dragging a hand down my face, “look, I still have half an hour till class. Is that enough time for whatever it is you want to talk to me about?” And mercifully she nodded her head. “Alright. There shouldn’t be anyone behind the school. You go there first and I’ll meet you in like…five minutes. Okay?” I pleaded that she agree.
“That should be fine, Stoppable-San.” She answered, much to my relief, nearly collapsing to the floor. I was just happy to get her away from Kim. “However,” she continued, forcing back my tension, “Please do not take your time. I understand you have tendency to procrastinate.” A single sharp stare pierced me to my core. And on that note, the petit teen turned to exit the hall way. I should really try and remember how scary she can be sometimes…
“What was that?”
Stiffly, I forced myself to turn and face the two women just in time for Kim to answer Bonnie’s question. “Ex-girlfriend.” She replied, her tone matter of fact, but still managing to be cold as ice. Arms crossed, my redheaded girlfriend’s face was impossibly calm. Staring right at me, the real emotion was swirling in her eyes, cold and burning. “At least, that’s what he told me anyway.” I couldn’t look away.
As if things weren’t bad enough as they were, my panicked eyes grew even wider as I watched Bonnie mirror Kim’s posture, and then turn to face me. “Interesting,” she hummed. Oh god… now there was two of them…
“Kim, just listen for a second, okay?” I paused, watching for any kind of acknowledgment. Good or bad, Kim just raised her eyebrow even higher. I took that as a sigh to continue.
“I know this looks bad…” I started. But Kim beat me to the punch.
“You’re still dating her?!” she demanded, her cold mask falling to reveal the fire inside. I backed up with cation.
“I just haven’t had the chance to break up with her yet!” I swore, pleading with her to understand.
“Oh, I’m sure,” Bonnie suddenly chipped in, sarcasm dripped from her words and face. I gave the teen a sharp glare.
“Can you just not? Please?!” I was doing perfectly fine digging my own grave at the moment, thank you. She scoffed, but seemed somewhat surprised by my laps in temper. Thankfully she seemed to take herself back, but not before shooting me a particularly scathing glare.
“Look, Kim,” I tried to explain. “Me and Yori, it isn’t how you think.” I saw Kim roll her eyes, but I continued anyway. “She lives in Japan, Kim. Okay? I met her on that stupid exchange thing and sometimes she likes to drop by and visit. I don’t even have her phone number. I mean, how else can you have never met her before?” And waiting, I took a moment for Kim to consider the information thus far.
Eyebrows drawn together, she seemed doubtful, but at least her anger looked to have cooled somewhat. Even Bonnie had taken a break from glaring at me to peek in Kim’s direction, “I…” she paused, biting her lip. “I guess that makes sense…” Though she still didn’t look happy. Nevertheless, I eagerly jumped on the opening.
“Kim I swear,” I continued, “By the time I got home last week she was already gone. I thought she just went back home. She never stays this long. I mean, come on, if I had any idea that she was still in town, I would have at least warned you.”
Be it my pathetic expression, or that Kim actually believed me, but Kim’s tense posture relaxed. If only a fraction. I finally allowed myself to breathe.
“Promise?” she asked, her voice much smaller than it had been. It was only then I saw that Kim had been just as scared as I was.
“Absolutely,” I swore, my eyes boring into hers. “Just give me five minutes to listen to what she has to say then I’ll let her know that I’m not available anymore.” No longer angry, Kim let me walk up to her and wrap my hands around her waist.
“Damn right you’re not,” she swore. A rare occasion. Looking up at me, she held a mock glare. “Fine, I trust you. Just don’t take too long. You’re responsible if I end up having to kick her butt.” Said with a joking smile, Kim’s eyes exposed the truth of her warning.
Geez…
“Don’t worry,” I gave her hips a small squeeze. “I’ll be back before you know it.” Despite my smile, Kim’s expression didn’t relax. The last thing I saw before turning the corner and heading toward the exit was her anxious features, staring after me in a way that seemed oddly ominous.
As soon as I escaped Kim’s view I felt my posture droop with relief. It was a short jog out of the school and around the building. I looked around, trying to see if Yori had hidden herself. But as luck would have it, she was standing clear as day right where I had told her.
The sun was beaming down from above as I strolled under the large shadow of the school wall. Tall red brick outlined its outside, as ugly as the rest of the aging building.
Walking toward the young woman, I was surprised to find something close to anger building in my chest. I’d been too panicked to realize before, but I was kind of upset. What the hell was she thinking coming to my school like that? Twice, even after she saw the commotion her first visit had caused.
Still, I had been the one to ditch her to get laid so I couldn’t be too mad. Keeping this in mind I reining my emotions in forcing my face into a mask of friendliness. “Okay, I’m here,” I announced myself, stopping just within arm’s reach. “What’s up?”
Despite watching me approach, Yori still took a moment to stare at me, her hazel eyes scouring my face as they sometimes did. Strangely enough, this time I managed to catch a small flash of emotion. But what?
“Sorry, but can we make this quick?” I awkwardly asked. “I really don’t want to see what’s going to happen if Kim actually comes after us.” Her head tilted to the side.
“Possible-San, she is the reason you failed to keep your promise to meet with me.” It wasn’t a question. She didn’t even sound mad. Though, I couldn’t help but still feel defensive.
“Ah, yea. Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to leave you hangin’ like that. Something… came up.” And as though she couldn’t already read my every twitch, I was horrified to feel my cheeks beginning to heat up. She didn’t speak for a few moments.
“You seem much closer to Possible-San since our last time together.” Whatever I had been expecting her to say, that wasn’t it.
Scratching the back of my head, I wasn’t sure what she was asking. “Yea,” I decided. To my surprise, a smile appeared on her face.
“Then I am glad.” She lowered her head. Though, strangely I couldn’t help but feel her tone sounded sad.
“Really?” I questioned, not sure how much I could trust what I saw. Yori was just too distant from everything. Like nothing could ever really affect her. I’d thought she liked me, but honestly I could never say for sure.
“Yes,” she answered seemingly honest, “it brings me great joy to know you were able to share your affections with someone you care for so deeply.” Most of the time Yori had a pretty good grasp of the English language. Heck, sometimes even better than me. But other times she said things that needs some time to think about for a bit.
“Thanks?” I finally offered, assuming she was supporting our relationship. She didn’t respond.
With a deep breath, her smile disappeared back into the calm mask she hid behind. “Stoppable-San,” she spoke, kinda freaking me out with her intense gaze. “Yamanouchi requires you once again. It is time for you to return.”
I tried not to show my disappointment. “Yea, I kind of figured.” Letting out a long sigh, I winced at the thought of needing to lie to Kim again. “How long do you think it will take this time?” I questioned. A small furl appeared between Yori’s brows. Mistaking her reaction as disapproval, I rushed to explain, “Just so I can think of something to tell Kim. She’s not going to be happy if I just disappear for a few days.”
I tried to offer her a smile and a laugh. But her expression didn’t change. I quickly recognized a solemn air surrounding the ninja. My grin slowly faded. “What’s wrong?”
“I apologize Stoppable-San,” she bowed her head low to her waist. “It seems I misspoke. When I said you would be returning to Yamanouchi, I did not mean simply as a visit.” At this point I could feel a ball of ice forming in the pit of my stomach. I’d only understood about half of what she was talking about, but it was enough to know I didn’t want to hear what was next.
Instead of stopping her, I just continued to stand there. Confusion and denial on my stupid face,
“Rather,” she went on, “once you arrive, you will not leave until your training has been completed. And even then… Yamanouchi will remain as your home.”
For a few seconds it was all I could do to keep breathing and hide from panic. On the back of my head I could feel an afternoon breeze break against my hair, tickling my scalp. I focused on this until I was calm enough to speak.
Opening my eyes, a full minute must have passed yet Yori remained the same. “Yori,’ I smiled, shaking my head with a bit of nervous laughter. “Don’t be ridiculous. This is my home. I live in Middleton.” Despite my best efforts, the sight of Yori’s reluctant expression turned my insides to knots.
“This was not meant to be my burden.” Yori sighed, casting a sad expression to the floor. “Master Sensei was meant to explain to you. But you sent him away. And he has been unable to reach you since. So now this task is for me to take up.” Speaking more to herself, than to me, I was seriously getting freaked out. This didn’t sound like another Monkey Fist plot. This sounded serious. She sounded serious. Which meant I should be all the more afraid if she actually intended to follow through with what she spoke of.
“Yori!” I exclaimed, no longer smiling. “What the heck is going on? Why are you trying to get me to move to Japan?”
Still looking sad, she turned her eyes back to mine before looking away. “Your sudden growth, it was… unexpected. If we’d had more time to prepare for it, to prepare you for it, this would not need to be so abrupt.” She still wasn’t making any sense. I told her this.
“We have been watching you,” she suddenly reviled, shaking me to my very core. “Always watching. And waiting for the power we knew to exist inside of you to appear.” She took another deep breath, this time shuttering. It was the most emotion I had ever seen her show.
“You have been feeling stronger, yes?” she asked. Though she gave me no time to answer, “Faster as well. Things that once seemed impossible before are now well within reach.” Before I could think to stop her, suddenly her hand was pressed against my chest.
“Master Sensei was able to feel the change in your chi. It had been so sudden, we were unsure if it was real.” Again she stepped closer, just enough that I could smell the sweat Sakura petals from her clothes. “But it is.” She breathed. “Anyone who has been trained for such things can see it clearly. You have changed more than anyone could have guessed.”
There were a thousand things going through my head tight then. And having Yori so close certainly didn’t help my clarity. Even still, I had to face the question of me leaving Middleton. In the end, it was the only thing that really mattered.
“So… what, am I supposed to just drop everything and follow you to Yamanouchi? Go back to learning how to be a ninja?” Even as I said it, I felt like laughing at the ridiculous idea. It only made Yori’s next words hit that much harder.
“No,” she answered, lifting her eyes to stare intently into mine. “You must return to Yamanouchi to inherit the position as its next Master Sensei.”
If anyone had been around to see the picture of me and Yori, I’m fairly confident they would have laughed. At the very least because of my shocked, open mouth expression.
I knew Master Sensei. Master Sensei was kind. He was wise. He was patient. He was someone to look up to. He was not Ron Stoppable.
“Yori…” I paused, looking for something to say to what she had just told me. Finally, after a moment, I realized there was only one thing to say.
”I can’t.”
Yori didn’t even pause. “It is your destiny. As well as your honor.”
“Because I got blasted by a couple of magic monkey statues?!” I exclaimed. “You guys really need to work on your selection process.” Yori only sighed.
“Stoppable-San, from the moment of your birth it was decided that you would be the one to take up the name of Master Sensei.” Yori lowered her head. “The jade monkey idols were only a single step in the path that would lead you to your destiny. You are the one meant to lead us.” And to my growing horror, I watched the young girl bow low to the ground, the long dark strands of her hair lifting off her head.
“Jesus.” I swore.
Taking a step back, I needed to think. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t be a master. Unfortunately, it didn’t look like I was going to be able to get Yori to believe me.
I looked at my hands, feeling the power she spoke of. As much as I hated to admit it, she was right about me getting stronger. When I could get it working, I really was different. Was that who I was meant to be? Could… could they make me that?
I could actually hear my breathing. I wasn’t actually considering this, right? But then… how much of my life would I really miss? The bullies? Bonnie? Insults? Coming back to a dark house half of my life? Actually… my life kinda sucked. Well, except for one part. And here we come to the real obstacle. Kim.
For our relationship to end so soon after it had just started, I can’t let that happen. And once I realized this, everything else just clicked into place.
Stopping my pacing, I looked at Yori to find her watching me, the barest hint of anxiety peeking from under her cool demeanor. “I-I’m willing to go with you,” I answered, blushing under the sudden surprise and excitement that appeared on Yori’s face. “Just so long as I can bring Kim.” Just as soon as Yori’s face dropped, I felt my stomach go with.
“I… am afraid that cannot be possible.” She soft replied. My eyes widened.
“What!? Why?” Scrambling, I could think of any reason. “You know she’s a great fighter. Heck, she’s great! She’ll probably be even stronger than me!”
With a respectful nod, Yori replied, “I do not doubt Possible-San’s strength as a warrior. However, putting aside her influence over you, something the future leader of our school cannot have, she is simply too exposed to the world to ever live a life in the shadows. The world would never forget her face, even after a lifetime of hiding.”
I swallowed against my throat my eyes flickering desperately. “But… but I’m just as known!” I argued, “Every mission she’s went through, I’ve been right by her side.” At this, Yori’s face cracked to reveal a frown.
“Yes,” she agreed, “you have. And yet how many people can even remember your face?” I flushed with both anger and shame. Seeing this, she quickly continued, placing a hand on my arm.
“Be calm Stoppable-San. I do not mean this in dishonor, but in praise. You shield your presence as natural as breathing.” She stared at me like this was a great feat, like I should understand what she was saying. Seeing my confusion she just smiled before going into deeper detail. “Tone, body language, expressions, all of these must be shed through certain techniques to allow a person to fall on the back of one’s mind. Yet you, without ever being taught, have already mastered them.”
Taking a step closer, she looked up at me with an expression I had never seen before. Whatever it was left my insides strangely warm and pleasant.
“Possible-San lives in the light, protecting the world as a symbol to look up to. To inspire hope during even the darkest of times. But you, Stoppable-San, protect it from the shadows. Easily forgotten but also unexpected. Allowing you to wait and strike only when necessary. That is what Yamanouchi stands for and it is you that embodies that mentality.”
I was enraptured by her words, each one making my face burn that much hotter. No one ever talked about me like that. Like… Like I was someone. Like I was competent. The only thing that ever came close was Shego. This was killing me.
“I… I can’t just leave Kim,” I pleaded, my expression becoming tortured as I tried to imagine it. “Please, isn’t there anyway that she can come? Anything? Please I,” I paused, actually feeling my throat tighten with emotion. “I love her.”
If I ever saw a real emotion on Yori’s face, it was then. Despite being taller than her, the young woman seemed to tower above me as she exposed her pity. In my heart I prayed she would see my pain and change her mind. However, at best I knew my only chance would be if I stayed in Middleton. Either would be fine. Just so long as I could have Kim. But she would give me neither.
So wrapped up in the shock and emotion of what Yori was telling me, I’d neglected to realize just how close we had become. This only made it that much easier for her to reach up and place her lips against mine.
Blinking in unadulterated surprise, I was nearly blown off of my feet at the sudden change in topic. Just a second ago I’d been on the verge of heart break. Now the muscle seemed to burn with tender warmth.
She was surprisingly strong, which isn’t actually all that surprising now that think about it. At the moment, she held her hand against the back of my neck, cutting off any chance I might have had of pulling away. Though, in perfect honest, I can’t say I would have wanted to.
Yori was adorable in her little school girl outfit. And I’d be lying if I said I never wondered what it would feel like to get a real kiss from her.
It was soft, a stark contrast to the iron like hold her hands trapped me in. Her chest pressed against mine. It only made the sensation of her nail’s digging in the back of my neck that much more sensitive. I never took her as the aggressive type. But I couldn’t say I hated it either. Finally, after a long few moments, she released me, leaving a confused, lost expression on my face just as tragic as before.
She stayed close. Close enough for me to still feel the generous curve of her surprisingly large breasts. Releasing me, I felt her touch linger over the indentations left behind. A comforting motion, the small pain bled away. And her hand moved to my cheek where she forced my eyes to meet hers.
“Ron,” she spoke, disregarding any honorifics. “You will not be alone. Just as it is your destiny to lead the next generation of Yamanouchi, it is mine to be by your side in both life and duty.” I couldn’t even think to stop her as she kissed the bottom lip of my gaping mouth.
Silent, what was there to say? This wasn’t the Yori I was used to. Aloof, vague, always hiding something under a coy smile. She was baring herself to me completely and all I could was stand there. Even realizing this didn’t change a thing. What the hell was I supposed to do?
“My apologies if I am a poor replacement, but it is and always has been my honor. Just as this is yours. Weather it pleases you or not. We must all make sacrifices in the battle for balance. Even Possible-San. So please, if not for me, than for the world Possible-San fights for, will you come with me?”
How could she ask me that? How could she ask me when she’d left me with no way to refuse? Destiny, honor, protection, everything that Kim stood for. How could I just throw that away? I couldn’t. I can’t.
I couldn’t speak. Even just nodding my head took everything in me. It was so unfair, but when was life ever? Yori’s smile was a single comfort in a world of pain. Staring up at me, she had the same expression as before, still just as alien and confusing.
Oh… it was pride.
“You honor us greatly.” Yori thanked me. With her hand she caressed may face one last time before pulling away. Taking her warmth with her.
“We understand what we are asking of you. So, please take a day to say goodbye to your family and loved ones. As I said, once your training is finished you will permitted to visit. But even with your advanced growth, that will still be for some time I’m afraid.” Pausing just long enough to regard me one more time, Yori bowed before turning her back.
“I will see you tomorrow. Please be ready by nightfall. And, Ron? Please remember that hearts are strong. Even broken they fulfil their duty.” And before I could blink the space where Yori had been standing was now empty.
All through her parting I had yet to move. Too absorbed by the even sounds of my own breathing. Which is just how I like it. What’s there to think about anyway? This is… the worst.
I can’t say long I stood there behind the school. My mind was too lost in its own haze. All I knew was that one second, I was staring at Yori, and the next my ears were ringing with the sound of the school bell.
Looking around, I blinked with surprise. Had I really been out here that long? Even worse, when I moved to scratch my head, I winced at the sensation on my hand, my knuckles bleeding in the absence of skin. Blinking at it, I felt the pain in a numb sort of throbbing. How had that happened?
Glancing up, my eyes landed on the pale rough surface of the outside stone wall. A few flecks of wet red color glittered against its side. Huh, I guess I punched the wall. Weird.
I found myself walking back to class before I’d ever made the decision. I guess some part of me still worried about attendance. The hallways that normally struck me as a kind of hell were now irrelevant. Even the never ending stream of shoulders seemingly intent on knocking me down wasn’t enough to pierce the haze.
I’d forgotten Kim and I shared the same fifth period. Seeing her, arms crossed and spitting fire, was the first thing to shake me from my revere.
I wish I’d stayed numb…
My chest seemed to implode on itself all at once. A sensation that drew from my darkest depths and threatened to crawl up and out of my throat. I just manage to swallow it down.
“Well,” Kim sighed, “look who decided to show up. Guess you two had a lot to talk about.” She didn’t bother to hide her distain. I knew what she was thinking, what she was no doubt picturing that had taken me so long. I wanted to explain myself. To calm her down like I had a thousand times before. But I couldn’t find the strength.
What was the point? Why bother? After all, wouldn’t this be better? At least this way when I leave she won’t be sad. My mind came to this point almost listlessly. Drifting from one thought to the next without much direction.
“Ron?” lacking the fire, her voice was softer now. Concerned. I lifted my eyes for the first time to look at her, only to find the hole in my chest pang at her soft features and gentle eyes. ‘Damn, Yori wants me to say goodbye, when I can’t even look at her.’ Too shaken to do anything else, I forced myself past the teen in hopes of escaping those beautiful green orbs.
“Ron!” I could hear her following after me. Her feet marching in tune with mine. I sat myself in my desk and stared stubbornly at the wooden surface.
“Ron, talk to me! What happened? What’s wrong with you?” If only I could tell her how much her concern made this worse. I nearly broke feeling her hand reach out against my back.
“Alright everyone! Time to calm down and plant those butts in some seats. That means you Jacobs!” Walking into class, Barkin was his usual domineering self. Whipping students into place and oppressing any would-be rebels.
Very quickly the crowded room settled as everyone made their way to their assigned seats. Barkin made his way to the front of the class and was about to begin when the picture of Kim still standing made itself known. “Possible, what’s the hold up?” Kim, the only student not in her seat, stared at him wide eyed.
“I-I just need to talk to Ron for a second.” Her cheeks were warm from all the attention. I just kept my head down. Barkin raised an eyebrow in my direction, but otherwise didn’t react.
“You can talk to Stoppable after class, unless of course whatever you have to say is important enough to keep the rest of the class from starting?” he raised his eyebrows expectantly.
“Wha-? No of course no-.” Kim blushed that much harder holding up her hands.
“Then plant it, Missy!” Barkin barked. Cutting her off before she could even finish her sentence. Kim then marched embarrassedly up to her seat at the front of class listening as the rest of students laughed at her destress.
Seeing Kim walk away all I could feel was relief. Free to slip back to my dream like state, time seemed to slip by in a blink of eye. In and out of reality, I would wake up enough o peer towards her direction. And each time I was always met with the sight of her concerned expression twisted back to stare at me. Each time slightly more distressed than the last. By the time class was over, it was all I could to keep from comforting her in any way I could.
I knew what my plan was even before the bell rang. No sooner did the metallic ‘cling’ vibrate throughout the school, was I out of my seat and rushing past the door frame. I thought I could hear Kim’s voice calling to me. But I ignored this, using the brief period of time before the hallways were flooded to dash ahead and leave the confused red head staring in my direction.
I’d outrun Shego, I’d outrun Monkey Fist, I’d outrun mutated genetic experiments. I could outrun a teenage girl.
Chest heaving, lungs burning, sweet stung my eyes as it streamed down my face. I was a block away from my house by the time I stopped. By then the adrenalin and oxygen coursing through my veins had all but eliminated the haze that had coddled me up to this point. Now I was awake, and aware of all the pain and sadness I’d done my best to avoid.
Everything I’d worked for. Everything I’d ever dreamed about, gone. I didn’t want to leave Kim. Who was going to look after her once I was gone? Who was going to keep her safe? We’ve been together since pre-k. How was I supposed to live without her?
Halfway through my turmoil the image of my house came into view. This only reminded me that I would be needing to pack for my upcoming adventure. Like I needed today to get any more depressing. A hand in each pocket, my gaze was cast low as I soldiered up the sidewalk.
I wasn’t looking forward to looking through all my crap and deciding what to keep. At least I’ll be able to keep some pictures. It was at this thought that the sound of an unexpected voice caught my attention.
“Yoohoo! Ronald! Guess who’s home?!” and to my surprise, as well as horror, looking up the sight of my mother frantically waving her hands greeted me like the worst kind of picture. “Over here!” as though I could clearly see her.
I looked at the drive way only to feel suspicion become reality. Trunk open and boxes strewn about, it seemed my parents were returning to day of all days. How could I have forgotten? Though, I guess the better question would have been why would I have bothered to remember.
If only to stop my mother’s over excited greeting, I raised my hand to wave back. This placated her long enough for me to approach the car only to have my ear drums pierced by the sound of her voice.
Man, it would have been so much easier to just slip away while they were out on one of their rips. Not to mention cleaner. Though, looking at her something about leaving without a word did seem cruel now. They deserved to at least say goodbye to their only child. Just as much as any other parent. I wasn’t looking forward to trying to explain it...
“Oh, Ronald! I’m so glad you’re here!” blond and round faced just like myself, my mother’s cheeks seemed to slit with her beaming grin. Opening my arms, I forced an inferior smile and played the part of a good son and waited for a hug. Unfortunately, today I wasn’t permitted even this much
“Ugh,” grunting, my eyes blinked at the sudden weight in my arms.
“Your father is being no help at all. Be a dear and help your mother with these boxes?” I opened my mouth to answer, but she couldn’t be bothered to wait. “Such a good boy.” Before I could even think to argue she was turned away and reaching for another.
Looking at the box in my hands, I adjusted my grip before sighing tiredly. If I was going to tell her, I might as well get it over with now. You never know, they might actually want to spend the day with me.
In a huff I carried the heavy box she’d handed me and dropped it into the nearby grass. Dusting my hands, I turned back towards the tall blond woman, and feebly attempted to prepare myself for what I needed to say.
“Hey, M-Mom? I ah, need to talk to you about something.” I vied for her attention.
“Oh, so do I!” she gasped, completely ignoring my nervous tone. A dazzling smile appeared from the car as she turned. “You wouldn’t believe how wonderful the trip was!” she gushed. And before I could stop her, I quickly found my back cracking as another box filled my arms. I put it with the last one.
“That’s great, mom. But can you please listen for a-.”
“Oh! And the trees!” another box. “They were beautiful, Ron.” Another box. “We could not have picked a better time of year. A little chilly, but that just made the camp fire even toastier!” yet another box was dropped into my arms. I bit the side of my cheek.
“Mom!” I spoke up. The top of my eyes just cleared the stack. Not that she was even looking in my direction. “I can’t wait to hear all about yours and dad’s trip, honestly. But can it wait just a minute? I really need to tell you something.”
“What’s that?” she asked from inside the trunk. “Oh sure sweetie, don’t mind me. You go right ahead.” I took a deep breath before continuing.
“O-Okay, thank you.” Always the polite young man.
My mother continued to root around in the car, but at least she’d stopped talking. This wasn’t the kind of conversation I was hoping to have with my mom’s butt, but with the rest of her still buried in the back of the car it was as good as I was going to get. I took a quick breath before continuing.
“Um, so I’m not really sure how to say this. But, tomorrow I’m going to be leaving for a while, and I don’t know when I’ll be back.”
I waited for a second to see what my mother had to say. It wasn’t everyday a mom hears he son say he was about to up and leave after all. Inside the trunk of the car, I could still hear the sound of boxes being shuffled and moved. Briefly I thought I could hear the feint sound of my mother humming. I took this as a sign of acknowledgment.
“I guess I just wanted you and Dad to know that I’ll be safe, and happy. At least I think so. I don’t know if I’ll be able to write or anything. So this might be the last time you hear from me. At least for a while.” Again, mom gave a short hum. And I was left standing there, blinking.
I tried to think if there was anything left I needed to say. But to be honest, her lack of reaction was kind of throwing me for a loop.
“Wow. You’re ah, taking this pretty well. That’s good I guess. Um, I suppose the only thing left is that, I want you and to know I love you and…that- that, ah” I sighed, annoyed. “Can you… look at me for a second? I just want to see- I don’t know- how you’re handling this?” Mom didn’t answer, reaching far back into the car. My face pinched into a grimace.
“Mom!” I called. And this time she finally pulled herself out to give a wide expression.
“What dear?” she asked. I could only stare, not sure at all as to why I was surprised.
“W-what do you think?” I finally asked. She continued to smile, blinking twice before answering in the same upbeat tone.
“About what?” my face fell.
“You know what? Never mind.” I sighed suddenly too tired to bother. Mom answered with yet another box. And for the first time since speaking with Yori, I felt anger burn in my chest.
“Oh good,” she chirped. “Because I have the funniest joke our guide told us on the trip up the mountain. And- Ron? Ronald, were are you going? Ronald your mother is speaking to you!” Less than half way through her sentence and I was already starting up the drive way. The pile of boxes she handed me rested in the grass.
It wouldn’t do any good to get upset. I could scream in her face all day and be lucky if three words stuck past her own voice. I already knew that about her. Nothing’s changed. At this point, walking away was my only option.
“Ron Stoppable!” she called after me. And after a pause, “Someone didn’t do a very good job helping Mommy!” But I was already gone.
Inside of the house wasn’t much better. Knowing my parents were home, it felt wrong. Like I’d been invaded. I knew it was technically their house, but with how much they disappear, I’ve learned to be more comfortable without them.
Mom was going to be unpacking for a while. And as much as I’d like to sit them both down to talk, this might be my only chance to talk to dad without mom as competition. And rather than check the whole house, I knew exactly where to go.
Up the stairs and down the hall, I looked up to the panel outlined along the ceiling. Dangling bellow was a long thick string. A small tug was it took to drop the hanging ladder. I watched it slide to the floor.
My mother hated the attic. Too quite she said. Naturally my dad decided to make it his office as well his hiding place for whenever he needed Mom to get out of his hair for an hour or two. Just like I expected, poking my head into the dark and dreary room I spotted the small frame of my father hunched over his desk and struggling with what looked to be a Rubix cube
Climbing into the room the last rung squeaked under my foot. Dad looked up, startled. But spotting his son, he relaxed and gave me a pleasant, if not cautious smile.
“Well, hello, Son.” He greeted me. Immediately he dropped his puzzle. His eyes lingered over my shoulder, a slightly sour glimmer lingering. “Your, ah, mother didn’t happen to send you up after me, did she?” And shaking my head, I had to smile at the relief on his face. “Good,” he sighed. “Then pull up a seat!”
Other than his own chair, dad kept a spare for when I joined him. It was one of my childhood memories I could smile back on.
“Honestly I don’t mind helping unpack,” he felt the need to explain as I took my seat on the other side of his desk. “But your mother insisted on packing up half the house it seems. I mean why on earth would we ever need a waffle iron in the middle of the wilderness?” He shook his head looking truly baffled. “I must have been unpacking for half the trip. My back just can’t take much more.” And picking up his puzzle, he stared at it for a moment before blinking in my direction. “Oh, but enough about that. How are you doing today son?” he smiled kindly.
Smiling at my old man, I was once again struck with the issue of how to tell him my news. “I-I need to talk to you.” I finally managed. And other than adjusting his glasses, he remained silent giving me his full attention. Without even realizing, I gave a sigh of relief.
“I’m going away.” I said it bluntly. This time leaving no room for interruption. Perhaps it was a bit frank considering the situation. “To Japan. Um, some people came for me, from the foreign exchange student program that I went to? And… Dad, they want me to come with them and I don’t think I can say no. I-I have to leave tomorrow. I just wanted you to know.”
Going silent, I feared my father’s response. Already I could see his deep brown eyes squint behind his glasses, searching my face with something close to concern. His mouth opened with a slow breath.
“Tha- That’s wonderful Ronald!” he exclaimed, a sudden smile brightening his face.
“Is it?” I found myself asking.
“Of course,” my father laughed. “You’ve been scouted son. By an international school by the sound of it. That will look great on your applications for when you start applying for collage.” Standing up, he reached across the table and gave my shoulder a firm pat. I almost didn’t want to correct him.
“Dad, no-no.” I ran a hand through my hair. “Dad, listen. This isn’t a private school.” I paused. “I mean, I guess it kind of is, but that’s not important. I’m trying to tell you that I… I might not be coming back.” I stopped breathing. A solemn expression ghosted over my father’s face as he stared at me. And shivering, I actually thought that for a moment my father understood the situation.
“So… a boarding school then? That would make sense I suppose. Being all the way in Japan. But don’t worry, Son, I know it’s scary but you’ll be back before you know it. Thanksgiving is just around the corner after all.” I had to stop myself from getting up and pacing around the room.
“Dad,” I sighed. Each word getting harder and harder to speak, “I won’t be able to come home for Thanksgiving.”
“Well, I suppose Hanukah isn’t much farther. You’ll be able to hang on till then, right?” I wanted to scream.
“I can’t come home for Hanukah either dad.” My tone was growing strained but if my father heard it, he did show me.
“Of course you can!” he didn’t so much as blink. “It’s your religion son. What kind of school wouldn’t respect that?” I felt a part of me snap.
“Ninjas!” I exclaimed. “A school of ninjas, that’s who!” And I was sure now he’d have to understand at least a little of what I was saying.
“Ninjas?” he blinked. He sounded perplexed. I stared at him, praying that he’d finally listen. I really should be used to disappointment by now. “What does their mascot have to do with anything?”
Rather than answer, I found myself completely drained. The last of my patience, pity, and most of all, sanity sucked from my body simply from attempting to have a three minute conversation with each of my parents. Suddenly I found myself more exhausted than I ever remember being.
Without another word I stood up from my chair. I could feel my father’s eyes on my back as I walked away. “Your mother and I are very proud of you, Son.” My father’s voice spoke. Turning to glance at him, I felt my face cringe at his expression. So ignorantly happy.
Faster than normal, I rushed out of the room. I couldn’t be up there anymore. I couldn’t be around either of them without feeling like I was going to explode. Down the folding stairs, I hardly made it to my room before it was slammed closed.
I struggled to control my breathing. Pressing my back against the wooden door, I closed my eyes trying to block out all the things weighing down on me. I wanted to escape. I wanted to do the one thing I was good at and keep running until I didn’t feel afraid anymore.
Walking over to my bed, I tried to rationalize my parent’s ability to listen like I had a thousand times before. It would be better this way. They can forget about me gradually, instead of all at once, I’d miss a few holidays, then a few birthdays and eventually I’ll just disappear. Become a memory
I couldn’t swallow past the lump in my throat. Before I could stop myself, my mind drifted to Kim and her family and all the people I still needed to say good bye to. The problem was… I’m not sure I have it in me. I don’t know if I’m strong enough. I don’t know if I can look Kim in the eye and tell her I’ll never see her again. What am I going to do?
The overwhelming weight of the day left little else to be felt. I nearly cursed as I recognized the wet feeling of tears on my face.
God fucking damnit.
The sound of footsteps followed up to my door. It swung open without so much as a single knock. “Honestly, Ronald are you going to make your poor mother lug all those boxes back-.” Bursting through my door, my mother’s voice only paused when she stopped to look at my pathetic state. Cheeks burning, I should have guessed she would pick now of all times to walk in.
In the briefest of seconds, I thought something close to concern flashed across her features. I was quickly corrected. “Oh Ronald, stop being dramatic and come help your mother.” She literally waved me off with her hand as she rolled her eyes. She sighed before turning back towards the hallway. “Always so sensitive, ever since you were a boy. You can at least try to be useful.” That was all she said before closing the door behind her.
The profound lack of empathy hit me like a blow to the chest. Staring after her, I didn’t move long enough for the feint trails crawling down my cheeks to dry. I eventually managed to make myself stand, the crusted remained falling away with a simple whip of my hand.
She was right. What I had I really been expecting? For them to drop everything just because I was leaving? I was being selfish. Just because I had problems didn’t mean I needed to burden others with them. Better to keep smiling. Like when Bonnie insulted me, like when Drakken can’t even remember my name, like when I start to feel what everyone says about me is right. Just keep smiling. Keep. Smiling. And I did just that, even when the effort seemed to hurt.
Stepping towards the door, I made the mistake of glancing towards a mirror and saw the face staring back at me.
People, villains love to call me a screw up. A clown. Right now I didn’t know if I could correct them.
A/N: And so we see Ronald hit his lowest point. Broken, dejected, and all too ready to simply give up. The question remains, what does a desperate man do when he has nothing to lose? I think we’ll all enjoy the answer.
ANOUNCMENT: for a good while I’ve been wanting to try my hand at a time stop type story. There are so few on the internet and even less that are done well. I just wanted to throw my hat into the ring. And so, in two weeks, at the same time I drop Chapter 8 for Ron’s Toys, I will be posting the first chapters of, not just one, but two new stories. Each handle the subject a little differently but I think people will enjoy them all the same. It would mean a lot if you guys were to check them out. The fandoms and protagonists include-
Life is strange featuring Warren Graham. AKA- Call Me Doctor
And
RWBY featuring Jaune Arc. AKA- Sense of Semblance.
Quick warning, the life is strange fic is slightly more skewed towards non-consensual category. Please do not feel obligated to read if that makes you uncomfortable.
Next chapter- February 5^th.
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