Kim Possible Porn Story: Summertime Blues – Chapter 11

Kim Possible Porn Story: Summertime Blues – Chapter 11

Assorted Legal Mumbo-Jumbo:

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~ Chapter Eleven ~

The trip back to Yamanuchi had proven to be an uneventful one, (although after a battle to the death with giant mutated spiders, anything seems uneventful.) The local police had accepted Amy into their custody with characteristic Japanese courtesy, and had informed Global Justice of the situation. Doctor Director herself had dispatched a security detail to arrive first thing in the morning, and since the municipal jail seemed adequate to hold the renegade geneticist, the quartet had said their goodbyes and caught the evenings southbound Shinkansen, looking forward to a relaxing ride home.

Now, back within the sheltered walls of the secluded mountain compound, there was time to decompress and reflect on the previous days events. Soon enough, everyone knew, reality would come calling and the two teen heroes would be forced to leave. There were other matters to tend to other villains to thwart other clues to seek. As peaceful and comfortable as the ancient school may be, it was not their home, and everyone knew this full well.

For Kim and Ron, it was a chance to find themselves in a familiar setting, taking shelter from the afternoon sun in the shade of the same pagoda from which they had witnessed sunset theatrics just two nights before. The mountain vistas were as spectacular as ever, and the company only lent to the atmosphere. In a crazy, topsy-turvy world of supervillains, scholastic angst and worries about an uncertain future, moments like this were to be savored: A brief and all-too-rare respite from the trials and tribulations that so often seemed to plague them wherever they went.

With Ron leaning casual on an ornamental railing, gazing absently out at the valley beyond, Kim found herself at his side, arm draped comfortably over his shoulders, enjoying both the view and the company. The past few days had been difficult but productive, and now with their bags packed and their ride readied, it was time for a well-deserved reward.

Penny for your thoughts? Kim asked absently.

Will probably get you change. Ron cracked, earning a light punch in the ribs from Kims free hand. While she prided herself as an open-minded person, there were simply some things that she wouldnt tolerate, and Ron criticizing himself was one of them.

Seriously, though. She continued. Whats on your mind right now?

The usual. Was his vague reply.

Meaning?

You know Normal stuff.

This from the guy who claims to never be normal. Kim observed, casting him a sideways glance.

Okay, okay. I was just thinking what a waste it was to be busting Amy like we did. Ron finally admitted.

How do you figure? Kim asked, surprised that her boyfriend suddenly seemed to be taking the villains side.

Well, I was just thinking that even though most of her creations are beyond whacked, they do seem to work. I mean, those spider monkey things were completely wrongsick, but they were still functional animals, and were pretty good at doing their usual animal stuff.

And you think theres something wasteful about that?

Well sure there is! I mean, cmon! Just think about what sorts useful things you could get from this. A seeing-eye dog with eagle vision A gopher that can dig up and disarm land mines A cat thats not constantly copping an attitude The possibilities are almost endless!

Kim could only blink silently and repeatedly in response. Had Ron actually just made a complex, insightful, valid point?

Uhhh Yeah, Ron. She stammered. Thats ummm really well said. Really.

Really? I guess even a blind pig finds an acorn every once in a while. Oooff.

Kim had landed another blow in his side.

And the, (cough), view is nice too. He choked out.

Yeah, it is. Kim agreed, sliding up a little bit tighter against him. Sometimes I would swear that youre so lucky, getting to go to school here.

Indeed, Possible-san, for even the mountains themselves have much to teach us. A sage voice observed behind them. They know their place and cannot be moved from it, even when faced with the greatest of force.

Oh hey, Sensei. Ron greeted cheerfully, turning to face his teacher. We didnt hear you come up there.

The wizened ninja master nodded slightly at the acknowledgement of his stealthy skills, then cleared his throat to speak his business.

I must apologize to both of you for the interruption, but I require the presence of Stoppable-san. He said in his characteristically expressionless tone.

Ah. I take it this is one of those private, ninja-type talks? Your ears only and whatnot? Ron inquired.

Indeed.

Gotcha. Ron agreed, turning to Kim. So I guess Ill catch up with you in a little bit then? he asked.

Youd better. Kim quipped playfully. Youre my ride home.

Then, with a quick peck on the nose, she stepped back and allowed the goofily grinning blond to follow after his teacher.

This way, Stoppable-san. Sensei indicated, pointing to a nearby gravel path that led toward a secluded portion of the campus. It wasnt but a few moments before a sea of lush greenery and gently wafting cherry blossoms engulfed the pair.

Then, from the shadow of a nearby maple tree, a stealthy figure emerged. Yori glanced briefly down the path, which her master and the Chosen One had just taken. Skilful and smooth as ever, Sensei had played his part of their plan like the true master he was. Now it was her turn.

Silent as the mountains themselves, she turned and started walking swiftly toward the pagoda.

Making his way through the school grounds, Ron dutifully followed his master, noting how the old mans flowing robes and smooth movements gave him the appearance of floating rather than walking. The ability to exercise such fine control of his physical movements was one of many martial arts techniques that Ron had never mastered, and it astounded him to see someone exercise it so effortlessly. Monkey powers may be cool in their own right, he sometimes pondered, but there were just some things that werent part of that package.

Keeping one eye on Sensei and the other on the occasionally uneven path beneath him, Ron followed the revered instructor through the massive gates of the central courtyard and out into the grounds beyond. The land here was untended and natural, a far cry from the perfectly manicured gardens and lawns of the school compound, but it was all incredibly beautiful nonetheless.

I sense that something troubles you greatly, Chosen One. Sensei offered, his eyes never deviating from the path before him.

You might say that. Ron responded.

Tell me then, what brings such turmoil to your heart.

Well, I guess it kinda all has to do with the whole monkey-power thing.

Indeed, the power of the ancients dwells strong within you. Sensei observed. I have sensed this for some time now, and I believe your destiny is calling now louder, than ever before. The strength within you is growing with the size of

Yeah, I know! Its growing like a weed, and thats the problem!

But such is your destiny, Chosen One. The old man pointed out. Why do you find your own destiny so discomforting?

Oh, I dont know Maybe because my destiny seems to be calling all the shots lately! Ron sarcastically pointed out. I mean, look at me! Im blowing-up boulders and blasting away buildings with my bare fists, almost! Its like Ive got some seriously freaky super powers going on here, and Ive got no clue how far they go! Just how much am I capable of, anyway? And what if it turns out I cant control it all? What if I wind up hurting people with this? Innocent people! Then what, huh?

Sensei waited for Rons mini-rant to play itself out, thoughtfully stroking his beard. Once the young boy had vented enough, he offered his analysis.

Indeed, you pose valid questions, Stoppable-san. Questions of grave importance.

Thats easy for you to say, Sensei. Ron observed dryly. Youre not the one packing a bazooka in each hand.

This is true. Sensei acknowledged. I myself have never experienced the powers first hand. Indeed, before your arrival at this school, I had only read of the powers in the ancient texts.

Well do they have anything helpful to say on the subject? Ron asked dejectedly. Cause Im all ears if they do.

Sadly, they do not offer us anything specific to the situation.

Of course they dont. Ron sighed. That would be making it too easy.

The biggest challenge you face, young warrior, is that your circumstances are unique. Few people throughout history have been chosen by the power, and none of them to our knowledge were chosen at such a young age as you.

I have long believed that your difficulties with the power coming and going, as you put it, were attributable to your age at the time. Sensei continued. The power sensed you were not ready for its full measure, and so it concealed itself from you, achieving a mostly dormant state until such time that you were ready to embrace its full potential.

And you think Im ready now? Ron asked.

It does not matter what I think: Only what the power thinks. Sensei offered. But yes. It would seem that the power within you is slowly awakening, gradually revealing itself so that you may come to grasp its true measure and extent.

You keep saying the power this and the power that. Ron observed. The power has chosen me has concealed itself from me You make it sound like the power has a mind of its own.

That is because it does, Stoppable-san.

Come again?

Sensei suddenly stopped in place and spun around, causing Ron to pull up short and barely avoid falling flat on his face. Looking around, Ron noticed that they had arrived at their destination: The very same waterfall and pond that he and Hannah had discovered prior to the arrival of Monkey Fist and the Yono.

Oh my child, the powers you hold within you are not mere attributes. Sensei poignantly stated, gesturing for Ron to sit on a nearby rock. They are far more than a simple set of abilities or skills. They are, in fact, a life force unto themselves: A disembodied chi, if you will, and they possess a strength of will all their own.

What? So you mean Ive got this whole other person running around inside me or something? Ron shouted, his freak-out meter quickly rising.

Essentially yes. Sensei admitted, his voice and demeanor as calm as ever. But I assure you it is not exactly as you think.

Well then explain it to me, dude-san! Ron whined, running his hands over himself and looking down the inside of his shirt. Cause I think Im in need of a serious talking down here!

The power is born of the ancients. Sensei explained. It is the spiritual embodiment of the mystical monkey monks who created the it: Their strength, their skills, their wisdom, their courage. When a warrior is chosen by these powers when he or she is deemed worthy, the powers bond themselves to that persons chi, becoming one with their host, but still retaining their own identity and awareness. They represent not so much a separate entity, as another you.

Great. So Ive got a split personality now. Ron panned. As if I wasnt crazy enough already.

Do not be so quick to dismiss the powers as mere nuisance, Stoppable-san. Sensei chided. While it is true that the things I am telling you are unusual and foreign

You can say that again.

It is also true that they are a source of great strength, great ability even great protection.

Protection? Ron inquired, raising an eyebrow. What do you mean, protection?

The power is aware, young one. The old man continued. It can see the world around you with eyes far keener than your own. It can react to dangers you yourself are not aware of, with speed and strength far greater than you alone can muster. It can project forces that you do not comprehend, and it can withhold those same forces when circumstance calls for restraint.

What? So you mean the power wont let me hurt anyone that Im not supposed to. Ron asked, his spirits suddenly raising a notch or two. If he was hearing Sensei right, this most certainly was good news.

That is the intent of the power as I understand it, yes. Sensei confirmed. Although training of the mind and body to become more in tune with the power is essential, the power is in its essence a force of good, and as such it will not allow evil or injustice to flow from its use.

Coolio! Ron gasped, feeling like a condemned man who had just been granted a pardon by the Governor. That is such a load off, not having to worry about blowing up some small country like Monaco or Liechtenstein or Indianapolis or whatever.

Sensei simply stared blankly at his student. Curious didnt even begin to describe the young man before him, but to spite all of his shortcomings, the powers had chosen to embrace him: The first human being in over a thousand years to be so honored. He did not understand the choice, but he did not question it either. The powers had the wisdom of the ages on their side, while he was but a mere mortal. His place was to honor that choice and assist in his students development, not second-guess.

But being the wise and astute observer that he was, he could sense something else amiss. Issues of mystical powers and responsibility were not the only things causing turmoil in the young mans mind.

There is something else that troubles you Stoppable-san, is there not?

Rons hand instinctively shot up to nervously rub the back of his neck and his eyes suspiciously dropped to the ground.

Heh. You always could read me like a book. He observed, casting his teacher a sideways glance.

Indeed.

Okay, so its like this: Remember what I said when you contacted me on graduation night?

Scuse me?

Kim stood motionless. Wide-eyed with one eyebrow cocked inquisitively, she wondered if she had heard right.

I am inquiring if you would care to join me for a walk, Possible-san. Yori reiterated. Yamanuchi is a place of great beauty, and it is Senseis wish that you see experience as much of it as possible before you depart.

Ohhhhh-kaaaaaaaaay. Kim regarded the young shinobi with thinly veiled suspicion. I suppose a walk would do us both some good. Truth be told, she had no idea what Yoris game was, but she was sure there was more to it than the young ninja was letting on.

But on the plus side, Yamanuchi was an expansive place with many secluded areas: Perfect for hiding a body if things came to that.

Allowing Yori to lead the way, the pair followed a stone path down a hillside, passing through a sea of ferns and ornamental shrubbery before turning to follow the bank of a small creek. Brilliantly colored koi swam lazily through the shallow pools that formed along the watercourse while the occasional butterfly drifted past on gossamer breezes that only they could see.

Yori stopped at the edge of a particularly deep pool, staring intently into the turquoise water, seemingly trying to divine some deeper meaning from its rippling surface. Silence reigned across the pond for several moments. Then, Yori spoke.

There is a question that I wish to ask you, Possible-san. She said.

Ho boy. Here it comes. Kim thought sullenly to herself.

Do you find my presence objectionable?

What? Oh no, noooooo. (Pfft!) Not at all! Kim lied, none too convincingly. Whatever makes you think that?

Yori took note of the redheads reaction, and the blatantly over-the-top response was all but direct confirmation of her suspicions. Sensei was right when he said there were things that needed to be sorted out.

You need not conceal your true feelings, Possible-san. Yori reassured her. I am quite capable of conducting myself in an appropriate and becoming manner.

Kim heaved a heavy sigh of resignation. She always had been a terrible actor, and this was a freakin ninja she was dealing with, for cryin out loud. The thought that she could put anything over on Yori was ludicrous to the point of being laughable.

Okay, Ill admit that Ive been having the occasional ish where youre involved, she reluctantly admitted. But thats my problem. Im the one that needs to deal.

But that is where you are wrong, Possible-san. Yori replied, turning to face the young redhead. This ish, as you put it, affects both of us. It is therefore a problem shared between us.

Yeah, Ill bet youre all about the sharing. Kim grumbled under her breath, suddenly blushing when she realized her words had been considerably louder than intended.

So it as Sensei feared then. Yori observed, casting her eyes morosely downward. Our feelings for Stoppable-san are the cause of hidden friction between us.

Ah-hah! Jacuse! Kim shouted, severely startling Yori. So you admit you have feelings for Ron!

Hai. I do indeed hold feelings of affection for Stoppable-san. Yori said, quickly regaining her composure. But if you will recall, I never said that I did not hold such feelings.

Wha? But but in the cave with the lava Kim sputtered, her mental gears quickly seizing up.

I said that Stoppable-san was your destiny. I never said anything regarding my own feelings.

Why you sneaky-little, back-stabbing, boyfriend-stealing Kim silently fumed, her face contorting with barely contained rage. Yori had played her like a dime store harmonica, she suddenly felt, and it took all of her self-control to refrain from giving the ninja a first-hand demonstration of all her 16 forms of Kung Fu.

You didnt say anything! She finally managed to bark out.

You did not ask.

All right, sister! Its GO time! she thought, instinctively clenching her fists.

But I must ask why it is that you feel threatened by my feelings? Yori inquired.

Why do I feel threatened? Kim exclaimed sarcastically. Oh, I dont know. Maybe because some hot-looking Asian girl with sneaky ninja skills and the ability to beat me in a fair fight has designs on my boyfriend!

But I can assure you that you have nothing to fear from me. Yori offered.

I aint afraid of you. Kim snarled. You think Im afraid of you?

Certainly not. And I apologize for my words. Yori quickly retracted, sensing how might have taken that the wrong way. What I meant to say was that I do not have, as you say, designs on Stoppable-san.

But you just said you have feelings for him. Kim pointed out.

That does not mean that I plan to interfere between you in any way. Yori emphatically stated. My personal feelings regarding the matter are irrelevant.

Okay, you just lost me. Kim said, rubbing her temples. She could feel a major brain pain coming on.

Looking around, Yori slowly stepped over to a nearby cherry tree; its pink blossoms forming a nearly solid canopy over one section of the path. Gently taking hold of one branch, she closely studied the fragile petals, drinking in their complex beauty before continuing.

It is as the cherry tree. Yori explained. The purpose of the tree is to produce blossoms such as this. Light, delicate, beautiful blossoms. Although the tree may envy the other trees of the garden, and wish to bear the fruits born by them, it is destined to produce cherry blossoms, and the garden is a better place for obeying that destiny.

Yeah, mad love for the ninja horticulture. Kim panned. Now would you mind translating that into English?

I realize that it is difficult for you to understand. Yori sighed. Being an American, you are used to acting from a perspective of self-interest. Your culture emphasizes individualism and personal rights. From a young age, you are taught to look out for number one, as it were.

But for we Japanese it is far different. Our culture has conditioned us to believe that the needs of society outweigh the needs of the individual. We think of others first, before ourselves. I know this seems odd to you, but it has served our society well for over three thousand years.

So youre saying that because the sitch is bigger than you, youre willing to just stand aside? Kim asked, mouth agape. Just like that?

Just like that, Possible-san.

I dont believe you.

I would not expect you to. Yori conceded. As I said, western culture carries within it a highly developed sense of self. For individuals born of the culture, the Japanese philosophy of service and self-sacrifice seems strange even alien. But it is nonetheless our way, and we take great personal honor in upholding this code with every breath we take.

Yes, I have feelings for Stoppable-san. The bond of honor that we share occupies a very special place within my heart. But be that as it may, the powers of the universe have seen fit not to place me by his side: That place is given to you. I do not know who is destined to be my partner in life, but I do know that I must trust in that destiny. No good can come from my pursuing a path that I am not destined to take.

Fatalistic much? Kim asked, critically arching her eyebrows.

If that is how you wish to view my decision, then that is your right. Yori solemnly conceded. But the fact remains that you need not fear my interference between yourself and Stoppable-san.

Kim stood by the waters edge, silent as a statue, regarding the lithe young figure before her. As incredible as it may seem for someone to be so willing to deny her own feelings, Yori had said nothing that contradicted what she already knew regarding Japanese culture. It was just that knowing about something from an academic perspective versus seeing it live and in person; well that was the sort of thing that could really throw a girl for a loop.

The cards were officially all out on the table now: Kim had openly admitted to her anxieties, and Yori had honestly stated that she had no intention of coming between her and her Ron. The tension between them, which had been almost palpable ever since Sky Rat had touched down, now quickly ebbed away like the current of the stream. The two young women found themselves facing each other, just a few feet apart, a cascade of fluffy pink blossoms falling all around them.

I know Ive said this before Yori, but it bears repeating. Kim admitted with a smile. In your own special way, you totally rock.

Domo. Yori replied, the faintest trace of a blush spreading across her cheeks. As do you, Possible-san. As do you.

With smiles beaming and twin sighs of relief, the two girls quickly came together to share a brief embrace, thankful for the comfort that something as simple as open communication could afford them.

If it is not to bold, I would ask that you promise me one thing though. Yori whispered as the two of them separated.

Shoot. Kim replied.

When the time comes, I would much appreciate an invitation to the wedding.

I think that can be arranged. Kim laughed in response, eliciting an equally broad smile and a smattering of laughter from Yori.

And with that, the two young women started back up the trail from which they had come.

I agree. You indeed face quite the conundrum, Stoppable-san.

The co-number-what?

It means you have a problem.

Ah, gotcha.

So the state of your continuing education troubles you?

Thats one way to put it, yeah. Ron sighed, thrusting his hands into his pockets and staring dejectedly at the ground. It seems like Ive applied to every school on the planet, but everyone either ignores me or treats my app like its some kind of joke. I swear, its like the entire educational system is laughing at me. Not that thats anything new. He added.

Indeed, this is of great concern. Sensei observed. As the mind and body are inextricably linked, as one is neglected, the other will suffer also.

Yeah, well with all due respect Sensei, I really dont think the principal of a ninja school understands the intricacies of the college life.

Yes, you would think so, but you would be wrong. Sensei informed his pupil. I possess great understanding of this topic.

You would? Ron asked in surprise, suddenly jerking his gaze upward to meet Senseis.

Indeed. Sensei confirmed. You see, Stoppable-san, The way of the ninja involves far more than martial arts mastery and mysticism. As warriors of the shadows, stealth plays an integral role in our daily lives.

Yeah, yeah I get the whole hiding in plain sight thing. Ron responded with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Ah, but I don not believe that you do. Sensei pointed out. For hiding in plain sight involves much more than simple invisibility spells. It is the ability to blend in: To blend seamlessly into any crowd any culture any surroundings. To be able to step into any situation or circumstance, and fit so perfectly into that place that you become wholly unnoticeable. That is the true application of stealth, and it can only be achieved through great knowledge.

Knowledge of what? Ron asked, scratching his head in a very perplexed manner. He may not have understood Senseis point at the moment, but he was definitely interested in the old mans words.

Knowledge of everything, young one. Sensei explained in his typical grandfatherly tone. To blend in such a way requires intimate knowledge of the culture which you plan to infiltrate, as well as the skills and mannerisms required of the position which you plan to assume. You must possess a knowledge of the world normally obtained by spending a lifetime growing up within that culture, and you must be so comfortable as to make it look like the most natural thing in the world.

And so, what? Youre saying that you teach all of that stuff here? In addition to all the badical ninja moves and stuff?

Hai. That is exactly what I am saying.

So youre not just a ninja school Youre a ninja university!

You are correct in your observation, Chosen One. Here at Yamanuchi, the curriculum we offer is comparable to any institution of higher learning. We are fully accredited and have many graduates who have gone on to build highly successful lives and careers outside the realm of the shadows we call home.

Whoa. Thats pretty heavy dude. Ron gasped. I like, totally never knew that.

That is because you did not ask, Stoppable-san. Sensei pointed out.

Okay. Fair enough. Ron conceded. But I really dont see how any of this helps me. Im still looking at enrollment in the University for Chronically Rejected Losers.

If I may be so bold as to offer a suggestion, Stoppable-san, Sensei spoke up, perhaps your difficulty lies not in your grades of the schools to which you applied, but within your methodology.

My methodology?

Hai. Tell me, Stoppable-san. How did you decide which schools were to receive your applications?

Oh I dont know. Ron admitted. I guess I just started with the As and worked my way down the list.

So you are saying there was no greater strategy in your decision-making process?

Pretty much. I just kinda figured that if I threw enough apps out there one of em was bound to stick. Guess I was wrong about that too.

Sensei simply stroked his beard and grunted in understanding before continuing.

Then perhaps you should ask yourself a different question, Stoppable-san. Rather than asking what schools will take you, ask what schools you would be willing to accept.

Ron only response was to stare blankly at his teacher, prompting a further explanation from the older man.

I fear this decision has far more gravity than you realize. You see, when picking a college you are not simply choosing an education: You are choosing a future. This is a decision whose consequences will spread out like ripples on a still pond, affecting important elements of your life for many years to come. Therefore, the issue at hand is not so much which institution will accept you, as it is what you wish to do with your life.

Ron closed his eyes and thought long and hard about his masters words. Sensei really did have some good points he had to admit. He speculated that it was probably one of those things that came from simply being around long enough: After a while, youve seen, heard and done it all.

But while Senseis words were filled with wisdom, his own reply was not, for as hard as he might think about it, he really didnt have an answer for his master. What did he want to do with his life? Honestly, other than spend it with Kim, he didnt have a clue. He simply hadnt given the matter much thought.

I uh dont really know. He stammered, somewhat embarrassed to admit that something as important as his future hadnt even warranted serious thought on his part.

Then you must search your soul, Chosen One. Sensei explained. For once you have made your decision, you will find it surprising how many doors will open to you.

You really think so? Ron asked, only semi-believing his mentor.

Of this I am quite certain. Sensei confirmed, nodding emphatically. For it is only once you have chosen your destination that you can truly choose a path.

Okay then. If you say so, dude-san. Ron conceded as the pair turned their backs toward the waterfall and resumed walking.

Alright, were off the deck. Talk to me, KP.

Take a heading of one-eight-zero degrees. Ive got a course laid in taking us due south, over the Ryukyu Islands. Well rendezvous with a KC-10 out of Okinawa, top off, then go sub-orbital injection for a quick flight home. With any luck well be back in time for dinner.

On brain loaf night? Coolio!

Ugh! Please dont remind me.

Why? Whats wrong with your moms meatloaf?

Lets just say its not so much the substance that bothers me as the presentation.

Still bothered by that time you brothers fought over who got the cerebellum, huh?

Ferociously.

Huh. I suppose I can see that.

At least they were airborne again. After their conversations with Sensei and Yori, and a few heartfelt goodbyes, the teenaged couple had donned their flight suits once again, strapped themselves in and vertically ascended from the grounds of the ancient academy. Now, with several hundred feet of air safely under his wings, Ron pivoted the nose toward the southern horizon and began the transition from vertical to horizontal flight. Exhaust ports tilted upward and snapped into place as Sky Rat quickly accelerated out past Mach 0.5, climbing ever higher into a clear blue sky. Below them the coast of Kyushu could be seen as a shimmering band of brilliant white and turquoise blue, its regal curves accentuated by clusters of small islands that clung to its frothy white shores like moths drawn to a cosmic campfire. It was a breathtaking sight.

So what did Sensei want to talk to you about? Kim finally asked, looking up from her controls to meet Rons gaze in one of the rear view mirrors that sprouted from the canopys interior framework.

Oh, nothing special. Ron remarked casually. He asked how the whole monkey-power thing was working out for me, and we talked a little bit about the college sitch.

Really? What did he have to say about that?

Well he used a lot of complicated school-type words, but essentially he said I need to figure out what I want to do, then focus on the colleges that can give that to me. He said the whole mass-mail-and-pray strategy I was using isnt going to get it done.

Huh. Sounds like Senseis a pretty smart guy. Kim pointed out. So whats your decision then?

Whats what decision?

What do you want to do with the rest of your life?

You mean besides spending it with you?

It took Kim a moment to recover from this statement: Ron had the most wonderfully unexpected way of saying the sweetest things. When she finally did regain her voice, she was grateful that her intense blushing was concealed by her oxygen mask.

Yeah. Besides spending it with me. She breathlessly replied.

Honestly, Ive got nothing. He morosely admitted. I was just hoping to go somewhere close to wherever it is youre going.

That little admission gave the teen heroine pause. She hadnt told anyone, but she had yet to officially accept any of the numerous scholarship offers she had received. The small mountain of acceptance letters still lay in the back of her closet, mostly unopened and completely unanswered. She knew her parents would have a collective aneurysm if they ever found out, but she had been waiting, hoping against hope that Ron would be accepted somewhere. And when he was, she could then simply reach into the pile, grab whatever school was closest to him, and fire off an acceptance letter. She was sure that even at this late date, any school in the world would jump at the chance to have her. The important issue was that she had Ron.

It was a dangerous and foolish game she was playing: Essentially a game of Russian roulette being played with her own future, but she didnt care. Ron may live in fear of holding her back, but she knew the real score: The one thing that would hold her back most of all was being separated from him. He wasnt an obstruction that kept her from reaching the stars: He was the reason she could dare to reach for them in the first place.

Yeah, well you just keep thinking about it. She consoled him. Im sure it will all work out in the end.

She noted that Rons mood seemed to perk up somewhat with those words. Now if only she could manage to convince herself

Soooooooo, were set and locked onto course heading one-eight-zero degrees. Ron reported to the redhead seated behind him. Proceeding to angels three, check.

Roger that. Kim snappily replied. Headin due south at thirty thousand feet.

They were on their way home.

Authors Notes:

First things first, a great big round of hearty congratulations to all those who correctly guessed the identity of chapter tens riddle. Our heroes are headed to the Normandy coast of France for a visit to the Colleville-sur-Mer cemetery overlooking Omaha Beach: A sobering place if there ever was one.

Rabula Tasa gets the gold for being the first correct response, with additional kudos going out to Mack53B, JCS1966, Adm. Antilles, Screaming Phoenix, Captain Kodak and Deuces Wild. This was by far the best response Ive received for any riddle so far. Way to be, guys! Way to be!

I hope I didnt overplay things in the Kim/Yori and Ron/Sensei dynamics here. Ive always been impressed by how similar Kim and Yori truly are. They seem the sort of people who could be great friends if it werent for their mutual interest in Ron. If they could ever get past that, theyve got the makings of a beautiful friendship.

As for Ron and Sensei, this was obviously the place for Ron to go regarding questions of his rapidly developing powers. The college issues, on the other hand, were not so obvious.

However, given his sometimes strained relationship with his own parents, I figure Sensei is the most likely person for Ron to approach when seeking fatherly advice. The teacher/student relationship here transcends the classroom environment and encompasses something more of a life coach role Ive always felt. And to spite his outward appearance, Sensei has always impressed me as being far worldlier that he lets on. Thats the problem with ninjas: You never see the whole picture.

And as a side note, Ive written another story that fits roughly between this chapter and the previous one. Its called And The World Stood Still, and you can find it on my profile page. Be forewarned though: Its pretty heavily steeped in historical references, so if you dont have at least an abiding interest in the subject, it may be a difficult read. Ultimately, its your own call to make.

Oh, and the KC-10 that Kim mentions near the end is the KC-10 Extender: A long-range in-flight refueling tanker currently in use by the United States Air Force, although multiple onboard systems allow for refueling of U.S. Navy and NATO aircraft as well. Based upon the design of the McDonnell Douglass DC-10-30CF civilian airliner, 59 Extenders are currently in service and are forecasted to remain so until the year 2043.

Although most KC-10s are based at either Travis AFB in California or McGuire AFB in New Jersey, the aircraft in this story is based out of Kadena AFB in Okinawa Prefecture, Japan: The largest and most active American military base in the far east.

Well I suppose that just about wraps things up for this chapter. Tune in next time when reality comes calling, and Ron tries to take a message.

Laters!

Nutzkie

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