Kim Possible Porn Story: Way Too Old School – Chapter 14

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12. Waiving the Red Shirt

Rufus was asleep before Ron (quietly) closed the door. Mac had never returned, so the Naked Mole Rat marinated in the cool, quiet dark. By late afternoon he did not wince when there was a tap on his cage wall. He opened an almost normal looking eye.

Hi. Daisy waved. Rufus twitched his whiskers in greeting and embarrassment.

The petite field mouse giggled, shifting the bundle on her back that she had fashioned out of a handkerchief. Beside her stood a can of vegetable-fruit cocktail, a dorm warming gift from Kim to Ron. (In case you get back on your Bueno Nacho diet. No one wanted to see that Ron again.) For the first time in his life someone had opened a fridge door in the same room and Rufus had not heard it.

He climbed out while Daisy removed the foil tab and took off her improvised pack. She dipped a dropper into the can and drew out the red liquid, which went into a dosage cup. Once she had a teaspoon and a half she pulled out a packet and a thumb tack. He recognized the festive colors immediately.

The punctured Diablo Sauce packet rested in her paws. Say when. She squeaked.

After the third drop of fiery goodness, Daisy began to look concerned. Rufus said when at five. Daisy stirred with the tack and shivered when she sniffed the steel. For his part Rufus threw back the impromptu Virgin Mary. Each rodent had just deeply impressed the other.

Given the excitement of the previous night, the pair was more than happy to just sit and watch the world pass by under the dorm window. That evening, they reopened the dorm fridge to raid the cheese. A pair of cake candles was perfect for the mood. They talked. Apparently Daisys roots in Miskatonic ran deep, on her fathers side back to when the Old Arkham Congregational Church sided with the New Lights who established Miskatonic College. Her mothers family was more recent; arriving in the 1950s at the Behavioral Research Lab. Fortunately maze running skills were genetic.

Rufus had little memory of his family, but plenty of tales regarding Ron and Team Possible. Daisy especially enjoyed his recounting of their one complete failure: baby sitting a ninja whirlwind named Hana.

At 9:00 pm the bells of the old college chapel rang. Beady brown eyes looked out the window and then at Rufus. Gotta go. She squeaked.

The naked mole rat reached a pink paw out, grasping the field mouses brown one. She leaned forward and closed her eyes. Neither long noses nor incisors nor whiskers got in the way. He passed out with a long sigh. Daisy giggled.

Moments later Daisy left. Rufus watched her scamper away. Some time later Ron stuck his head in the door, looking at the cage and speaking softly. Hey, little dude, I picked up some nacos, are you interested?

Rufus was on Rons bed reclining against the pillow with both paws behind his head. He brought one out to give his equivalent of thumbs up.

WTOS

Kim woke up at what Nana would call Sunday School early. She quietly cleaned up, got dressed and went to breakfast. She never went to Sunday School anymore, but she did make chapel. For once, she had no trouble staying awake. A light lunch followed and she went back to her room. Savannah was in the bathroom. The stack of books under her purse indicated she planned to study. Kim waited for her to come out, her mood growing decidedly unchristian.

The Atlanta belle emerged at 1:00 pm sharp. She showed no after effects of two late nights. Her careful makeup indicated she planned a study date. How much study and how much date?

Good mornin. Savannah chimed. Why, Sugah, arent you an early riser! Did you go to chapel? I hear they have quite a preacher.

Kim simply nodded.

My family stopped goin as soon as it wasnt compulsory: too many sermons directed at them in the way back. Suppose Ill need to find a Methodist Church next Sunday.

Can we talk, Savannah?

Sure, Kim. But we need to make it quick? Im meeting a boy to go over the Plato reading for my Life and the University class. My Ancient Greek was never that good.

Kim frowned in confusion. Why not just read the Penguin translation? Thats the assigned text.

As Big Daddy would say; thats like listenin to somebody coverin the Eagles! We learned Greek and Latin at Ms. Lavaters, and Sanskrit was added when Mala arrived our sophomore year. Now, what is so important, Sugah?

How about that little sitch with Ron at the station last night? Kim folded her arms across her chest.

Blue eyes twinkled. Savannah laughed. Oh, that? Wasnt that fun? Every boy should feel whats its like to be on the meat market at least once, dont you think?

No, it was not fun. It was sick and wrong! Cant we forget the food chain? This isnt high school, Savannah Venable.

Her roommate looked into Kims glare with an aplomb that Bonnie, even Shego, would have applauded. No, Kim, it isnt. Just you remember, as much as you may rail against it, youve done everything to be on top of it; cheerleader captain, National Honor Society, all manner of clubs and committees, plus your little side line of savin the world.

And now youre in the Ivy League, where the leaders of the nation have been educated even before the War. However much youve cursed the ladder, youve only missed one rung.

Which one? Kim said with her teeth on edge.

Why Ron, of course. He was never the smartest, or most popular or most handsome, and he only started sports the after you started datin.

Hes a lot better than the so-called hotties. Kim growled.

I dare say he is, Sugah. Youre in a whole new world now; one where his qualities show. We werent kiddin last night. And speakin of protein, youve seen him sans culottes, is he…

Hes always worn, and needed, boxers. Why did I just say that?

I thought so. Savannah laughed. She picked up her books and continued. Your Ronnie has graduated from loser to a cute little bundle of potential. Youre a Honey now, Kim, none of us will try to steal him, but you may still be in for a fight to keep him. Im runnin late, bye.

After Savannah left Kim turned back to her reading, but could make no headway in understanding Sikkims Third Guru. Savannahs words echoed in her mind. A fight for Ron; but one where fists and feet and gadgets are useless. But advice never hurt

The phone rang once before it picked up. Her adviser sounded none the worse for the three hour time differential. Hello there, ILG. Hows life out there in the real world?

Hey, Mon. Hope I didnt wake you.

Nah, you know I open on alternate Sundays. I was just trying to figure out what to wear.

How do you like the Coco Banana intern program?

Lovin it, girl! They pay for everything. The only thing Ill owe when I get out is my Club Banana Charge Card, which I just got. An additional five percent off on all purchases!

Spankin. And how is Moms alma mater?

Monique bubbled over. GREAT! UU is da bomb! Goodbye, baby boyshello, college men! They laughed. As always Monique recognized the trail off that signaled a need to talk. Ok, Kim. Whats the matter?

Kim blew an errant red lock away from her face. Its Ron. Yesterday he came over and met my roommate and her old gang. He was himself.

And they got all snooty?

No, they ate it up! Then, after dinner we went out dancing and some girls from Miskatonic came up and just went gooey over his dancing from a party he was at Friday night.

He does have moves for a white boy.

Mon! Kim allowed herself a smile. Anyway, I talked to Savannah today about it. She even used the p word.

Which p, the fun one? Kim could hear the grin in Moniques voice.

No, my p word: potential! Five beautiful, accomplished girls gave him a thorough going over and he came out with flying colors. And then I found out that a woman threw herself at him at that party Friday night.

Threw herself?

It sounded like a major Bonnie sitch. I cant keep an eye on him all the time

Well, you got that boy chipped.

Yeah, I could, but I cant! Never having had a phone cord, Kim twirled a lock of hair. But what if that Yidhra goes after him again? Or that, grrrrr, Marie. Shes there you know.

Marie, the cheerleader from as you put it way down South in Dixie and by that I dont mean where old times dar are not forgotten.

Shes a cheerleader at Miskatonic, the first freshman in decades! If I didnt know any better Id say Ron was right about her the first time.

Kim, get a grip before youre the one thats green and freaked! Moniques voice returned to normal. Besides, that boys a one-Kim man. Youve got to know how bad hes got it for you.

I kind of got a clue last night when we fell onto the bed.

Into the bed? INTO THE BED?! Monique squealed.

Vowel check, Mon. I said onto not into. Kim frowned, then smiled. But it was, well, hot.

So, our boys showing a little initiative.

We were all over each other. Weve made out before of course but this time it was way dif. It was

A real big? Kims BGFF chuckled on the other end. Sorry, girl, Ive been dying to say that ever since that little picnic you two had this summer.

No! Well, yes it wasthe point is I think he was ready. Really ready.

And you werent?

Physically and emotionally, yes, but mentally… I know how I feel about him and part of me knows its a matter of time. Its just that last night I wasnt sure if I would have been making love or staking a claim. Whats more, I didnt have any protection.

Then go get some today. You can get a little container to go in your purse that wont look like youre out on the prowl. Nobody else has to know, especially not Ron. Anyway, its better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it.

Sounds like Mr. Barkin the day he filled in for Health Class. Of course he used that phrase to refer to a gun. How did you get to be so wise about love, Mon?

It comes from the total lack of a boy worthy of me. Monique joked. I hope college gives me a boy toy to muddle my mind each semester. But seriously, Rons yours as long as you want him. Just make sure youre ready for that step.

Thanks, Mon. That really helped. Oh, I guess I better let you go.

Yeah, store opens in an hour. Say hi to the two Rs for me.

You got it. Bye.

Kim relaxed. No villain was half the challenge of being in love. In love with the most wonderful, baffling boy in the world. Hes not the most dangerous; thats a toss-up between the Tweebs. He was hers, all right, as sure as she was his. Her mood now matched the sunlight filtering through the branches and leaves of the ancient oak outside her window. Something caught her eye.

There must be a big cat roaming around here. Those are some deep scratches on that bark.

WTOS

Ron took his place in the back row of the video room in the field house. He shifted in his seat with a clatter of pads. The first meeting the week of the first game; last year he was the starting quarterback, now he was a red shirt freshman. Not only would he not be playing, he would not be going. Red shirts did not travel on away games in order to save money. If the game was televised they would be expected to watch it here. This one was not going to be televised.

Steve nodded to him before he returned to his conversation with the other receivers. Martin Pressive walked among the other slated to play Saturday. The senior quarterback could not suppress his eagerness. Others tried to hide their tension.

Coach Takeshi entered ahead of his staff. Everyone rose.

Be seated! Coach Grizzard bellowed.

Ron watched Takeshi closely. The coachs face reminded him of an old samurai movie when the wise general had to devise a plan in the face of a patently hopeless situation.

Gentlemen. He began. Welcome to the 125th year of Miskatonic Football. You are links in a chain of honor extending back to the nineteenth century. It is my task to make sure that future generations look back at you the way you honor those heroes of seasons past.

I know what you are thinking. The Head Coach looked slowly over his players. That we are doomed. That an Ivy League school has no business playing the projected winner of the Big Men Conference. I tend to agree. No one can even tell me why or when this game was scheduled. I thought we were opening at Holy Cross.

Even their coach is finding it difficult to sound concerned. He is quoted in the Haysville Gazette. Coach Takeshi is an inspired leader, who will bring a highly intelligent and well disciplined squad of players. In other words, he is looking forward to a relaxing afternoon of pick-up-and-smear.

Storms gathered in Takeshis dark eyes. We are no ones patsy! He is right about one thing: you are a highly intelligent and disciplined squad. Remember your Musashi: we will do the unexpected! We shall blitz when we should hang back, run when we should pass. And we will go for it when we should punt. We will throw them off balance and make them regret their arrogance. For who are we?

The Fighting Cephalopods! The team shouted.

Who? Takeshi challenged.

THE FIGHTING CEPHALOPODS!

Let them hear you in Haysville!

THE FIGHTING CEPHALOPODS!!!!!

The Coach smiled fiercely. That is true fighting spirit! Lets hit the field!

It was a most effective speech. The team was confident for an entire day.

WTOS

Shoes echoed in the empty stacks of the John Hay Library. Professor Litchfield walked up to the door of the Solomon Kane Collection. A special collections librarian waited for him. I always knew youd end up here eventually. The man turned and opened the door.

Enjoy. When you leave the doors will lock automatically. The librarian left.

Litchfields heart quickened. He felt like a lothario who had at last gained entrance to his intendeds boudoir.

Glyphs shone dully on the curved threshold. They could no longer deny him entrance. The emeritus ignored the shelves of ancient wisdom and headed straight for the glass covered stand in the middle of the room. Reality matched dreams when he finally lifted back the glass.

Litchfield reverently laid his hand upon the Al Azif. Above the mantle, the portrait of Solomon Kane looked on. The old professor of dead and esoteric languages would have sworn the puritan had tightened his grip on his rapier hilt.

Over the centuries every imam, every priest and every rabbi have burned any copies of this that they came across. Anyone familiar with its wisdom faced a certain trip to the gallows. Their violence reflected their justified fears of its power. Yet you kept the very first copy as a trophy! And they say evil is arrogant.

An overstuffed chair beckoned to cranky bones. He laid a writing platform across his lap and set the precious tome upon it. Though he no longer smoked, he took out an old pipe and clenched it between his teeth. Its ivory bowl was decorated with what to the ordinary person was a fanciful aquatic figure.

WTOS

Classes hit full swing Monday. Between studies and practice neither member of Team Possible found time for anything other than meals and exhausted sleep. Kim as always was trying to juggle a full course load with cheer leading plus she had been asked to assist with the self defense class at the Womens Center. So far she had come up with fifty-seven scenarios. Of course she found time to call home, her friends and Ron.

Ron appreciated the slightly lower pressure that came from being a red shirt freshman. He participated in practice but he was not required to attend the study sessions for the coming game. (Which helped explain his and the other red shirts more chipper outlook, they had only impossible faculty demands to deal with.) Takeshi and his staff worked hard, but in private the players saw little hope.

Classes were another challenge. At first Rufus would swat Ron with a Popsicle stick when the boy would nod off during his studies. But into the second week of university he was staying awake. Much to his surprise and Dr. Spenglers delight, he was beginning to discover an interest in philosophy.

So, Ron the philosopher. Kim rolled on the bed, phone at her ear. Does this mean that your 2:30 am calls will be about life the universe and everything from now on?

Hey, that was about insecurity. The Ronman knows where he stands now. The boy sat at his desk. Rufus put a paw up and they touched knuckles. You know, you need to come up to Arkham some weekend. Youre good enough for Harvard, I think Miski wont snub you.

Haha. Next time, funny boy. I just wanted to get you up here without a studio audience. Kim glanced over at her roommates empty desk. Savannahs gone home for the weekend. The familys planning logistics for next weeks game. They may be feeding the entire Greater Boston area. Youre coming up with the team, right?

Yep. Ill be on the bus. I dont have to go back with them unless something goes tragically wrong and we get trounced by you guys so bad that Coach Takeshi makes us all go back for a chewing out.

Darn, I was hoping for a little time together that evening. Harvards most famous freshman cheerleader chided. We have to see the team off tomorrow when they leave for Cornell. Your team left today, didnt they?

Flew out this evening. The Red Shirts all went to the airport. Tom Weston wanted to shout banzai at the Coach, but we werent sure how hed take it.

How did the Coach look? Kim knew the odds Miskatonic was facing.

Like it was a kamikaze flight. At least whoever scheduled the game provided for the trip. They left on a 757. Were just glad they dont come here next year. Dont think we could fit their fans in our stadium.

Rufus puffed out his chest, threw back his shoulders and stomped around like a massive linebacker. After that he took a marker and wrote out Ohio in elegant script.

Just the two of us. The soft voice sighed into his receiver, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. Rufus is all right, isnt he? I mean, how can he resist the stunt youve got planned?

Ron could not miss the resignation in the last line. Oh cmon, KP, itll be a blast!

Thats what Im afraid of. She sighed. Be sure you take your clean air pills before you get here. If you cant show me an empty blister pack were going to Mr. Bartleys instead. Im kinda interested in trying the Drakken Burger.

A Drakken Burger? Ron was incensed. Why not a KP?

Actually they were nice enough to ask me when I got here but I declined. Nobodys eating KA-CHUNK! KA-CHUNK!

KP! KP! Is somebody attacking you?

The red headed, red-faced girl quit beating her forehead against her desk. No, Ron. Im fine. Anyway, the menu reads: This wicked good burger comes slathered in bleu cheese and is adorned in greens. Sounds tasty. Ive eaten Drakkens lunch plenty of times, metaphorically speaking, why not do it for real?

But youve never raided his fridge befo-ah, metaphor, a college word. Yep, weve eaten his lunch, cleaned his clock, punched his ticket, sent him packing…

Kim shook her head indulgently. Look, Ive got some more reading to do, a cheer routine to review, and I really need to take a walk around campus tonight. I want to be able to point out the danger areas for the self defense class.

Cant you get that from the Campus Police records?

Schools arent always forthcoming with that info, especially when it comes to sexual assault. Besides, green eyes took on the familiar mission mode look, bad guys adapt too.

Be careful, KP. Dont harsh out too much on some garden variety criminal.

Theyd only get what they deserve. Ill be careful. Night, Ron. Love you.

Right back atcha, KP.

An hour later, an ordinary mugger ran into a most extraordinary would-be victim.

WTOS

No tourist took his picture this time but Ron could not shake the feeling that he was being watched. Arkham was in an arch of university towns and high tech research cities and thus had an international cast. Still, Ron was sure he had never seen so many Japanese outside of Japan. And he was sure that a few times they looked away just as he turned towards them.

Starting to think too much of yourself. Chill out, dude. Monkey Fists stone, theres nobody out there with eyes for the Ronman. Well, just one, Abooyah!

And those green eyes glowed as he stepped off the train. Ron caught the warm and passionate 105 pound missile that launched herself into his embrace.

Oh, man. All we need are trench coats and some Glen Miller in the background.

Kim smiled. Why, Ron, thats a nice set of references. I do believe youre getting smarter every day.

The boy flashed a winning smile and shrugged. What can I say? Mom plays some of her grandmothers records sometimes.

Well come on, nostalgia boy. Were doing the historical tour today.

They hit the high points: Boston Harbor, the Old North Church and Bunker Hill. You know, Ron. The battle was actually fought on Breeds Hill.

Hey, as John Wayne would say; print the legend.

What? Kim puzzled.

From an old western, Liberty Valance but I dont think it was the Dukes line. Ron pulled her close when a cool breeze made her shiver. Maybe you should put your sweater on.

Kim took the cheer squad sweater from around her waist. That morning she had debated leaving it in her room. The weather report had called for an unseasonably cool day and needing it would have provided an excuse to get him into her empty dorm room.

Thats not how its going to happen: Ron turning around and seeing me drop the key down my shirt. Im ready, but for now its up to him to make the move.

She could not read Rons mind. Wish she wouldve left it in her dorm room. Bet all the other rooms and halls are empty. I know I want some privacy. Even picked up some protection this morning. Nearly ran into Amika at the drug store door. Wonder why she was blushing?

He sighed inwardly. Maybe next time. Too bad Rufus isnt here, Im sure hed remember who said it. Wonder why he stayed at the dorm this time?

WTOS

His pet was not at the dorm. Instead Rufus shuffled a paw nervously on a cobblestone in front of a cleverly concealed small door at the imposing mansion he had watched Daisy go to the night of the mixer. His sharp round ears picked up last second scurries. The handle turned and the door opened.

Until now Rufus would have never used the term imposing to describe a mouse. The figure before him was neither tall nor stout but the dark eyes were alive with intelligence and will. He had the bearing of a rector but there was nothing poor about this church mouse.

Not knowing what else to do Rufus stuck out a paw. Rufus.

John. The mouse took Rufus paw into his own. His shake was firm.

Another mouse scurried up. She was white with friendly red eyes. Prudence. Daisys mom. she squeaked. They shook paws. The three made small chatter until they heard a shriek.

The parents turned with chagrin. Rufus barely noticed, he had heard a variation of that cry a thousand times. While she did not call them tweebs Daisy was definitely not being complimentary to the four younger siblings hanging off of her.

Her father snapped. Enough.

At his command the quartet of terror rolled over Rufus. Only his training enabled him to stay upright and preserve what he held behind his back. When their mother spoke the four lined up in front of their hairless guest.

Henry, Ralph, Nathaniel and Louisa. She said proudly. They bowed to him, and then broke into a chant.

Daisy and Rufus! Daisy and Rufus!

Argh! Daisy charged the chorus, which scattered with a laugh. Her chest heaved and her cheeks burned. Suddenly she started.

One thing Rufus had learned at Yamanouchi was the rudiments of flower arranging. He had found some fall blooms which he then wrapped up with fine moss. Her father looked at the blossoms closely.

You took them all?

No. Rufus answered. That would have been rude.

Good, threatened species. The pater familias mus gestured to another room. Dinner.

When the parents and siblings went forward Daisy took a deep breath from her bouquet and gave Rufus a peck on the cheek. She led him to the dining room. A set of long forgotten (and by now quite valuable) miniature furniture waited. Cheeses, fruits and nuts made for a bountiful feast. A pair of shrews raced about with wine and grape juice. Everyone lifted their glasses with John.

Miskatonic! he squeaked proudly.

Miskatonic! They drank.

It all reminded Rufus of the Possibles house, with himself playing the part of Ron. Whenever Daisy looked into his eyes he melted.

Try as he might, John could not scowl.

WTOS

Kim groaned inwardly at the booth at Felipes Taqueria. Ron looked none the worse as he started on the final leg of his peculiar quest.

Tell me again why we had to do all four? Her face was lined with disbelief. We have a Qdoba and a Chipolte in Middleton! You could have just had a supreme burrito here and at Bolocco.

The first two are points of reference, KP. Thats why we went there first. You have to have a base line for a proper experiment. He took another bite. Oh man, check out all the chorizo! Sure you dont want any?

Im sure. Kim picked at her salad. At the other places she had nothing but the complimentary chips with salsa and water. But without a mission or workout to burn it off she felt leaden by this time. Well have to take a walk after this. Hes going to take me to Finale after this. He sooo owes me a Chocolate Infatuation.

Ron, did you

The boy barely looked up from the task at hand. He tossed her a bit of foil and plastic. One for each burrito.

Her brows went up. As unpleasant as it can be, it does serve a purpose. Are you sure youll be all right?

Hey, so long as its not haggis, the Stoppable digestive system can handle it.

Like the Stoppable Fortress of Immunity she teased.

That was one bad bug, KP. These are just badical eats! he settled back with a sigh.

He looks ready to explode. Maybe not tonight.

Uh, KP. He seemed a little anxious.

Her reply was soft. Yes, Ron?

He hesitated a moment. Is there a TV around here somewhere? Id like to catch the score.

Many girls would have been put out by such a question, especially if they were thinking along Kims lines. But Ron was no sports nut. He wanted to know how his team had fared in Ohio. His loyalty was one of his most winning attributes. Kim turned her wrist and activated the Kimmunicator.

Hey, Kim. Wade smiled. Enjoying the quiet?

While it lasts. She answered cryptically. Could you give us a feed on todays games?

Ron wants to see how Miski did at Haysville, huh? Wade tapped some keys. There! Youll get a streaming web cast from Obsessive Sports Network in fivefourthree.

Kim rolled her eyes when Wade went quiet, holding out first two fingers, then one and finally faded out and the web cast began.

Welcome back. Were at the half here in Swamp City for the Worlds Largest RV show, plus a game. With two quarters gone we have a good one; 17 to 15. Love how Coach Howden always set himself up for the win instead of playing it safe.

Now to show you what else is going on in the wild, wonderful world of college football. What have you got for us, Bill?

Well, Jack, weve got lots of scores and highlights. And even though its just the first week of the season, we already have our clip of the year. ESU unveiled its new mascot today to what was supposed to be great fanfare. Instead they got a little drama.

Kim and Ron looked at each other. Isnt

ESU Senior Cheer Captain Brandi Abot and Freshman Cheerleader Bonnie Rockwaller were bringing the mascot out for the unveiling.

They strained to see exactly what was going on in the shadowed entryway of the stadium. They could make out a leggy bleached blonde and a familiar tanned brunette struggling with something under a cover. Were they having trouble with the thing, or were they fighting over it? The object crashed into a wall and Bonnie came streaking out onto the field.

And yes, you are witnessing the unofficial fastest running of the hundred yards.

Id run like that too. Ron quavered. If I had a tarantula on my head.

Kim nodded. A Bird-Eating Tarantula. Its almost too big to balance on her.

It took the ground crew, both teams, and the ESU Marching Band to catch Ms. Rockwaller.

You know, Bill, ESU was right to change its mascot, the Scalp Hunter was patently offensive, but maybe they should have picked something a little more cheerleader friendly.

Right you are, Jack. We just want to assure everyone that both girl and arachnid are fine. Neither bit the other.

Thats a relief. Kim sat back.

And now onto some game footage. This being the first week, there were the usual human sacrifices, or in this case, a calamari dinner.

The joke caused Ron to jump out of his seat. Were not Squids! Its the Fighting Cephalopods!

Ron. Kim reached up and put her hand on his arm. Squids are cephalopods. Its no big.

Really? the boy looked down at her. Youre the Crimson, how would you like it if somebody called you the Reds?

Kim could not help but glare at Ron. So did the other Harvard students within earshot. Even the head of the Marxist Student Collective muttered Its Crimson!

Okay. Kim laughed. Youve made your point, Pod Boy.

I am what I is! He sat back down mollified.

The Fighting Cephalopods journeyed to Haysville, Ohio to take on the Huckleberries.

Kim held Rons hand as they watched scarlet and gray clad behemoths roll over the Ivy Leaguers. It quickly began to look like combat footage as stretcher after stretcher carried off a victim in white and brown and red.

Martin Pressive showed hes a real talent, going thirteen for twenty-eight with one touchdown and two interceptions, neither of which was his fault. He even had a rushing touchdown in the forth quarter against the Haysville subs.

He didnt have much choice but to run it himself, Jack. The Huckleberries had torn through his backfield and the depth chart. Looks like Coach Takeshi will be going over his red shirt roster tonight.

Oh, Ron. Kim frowned. I liked you being red shirted this year. Neither of us had to go to away games. We were going to have four weekends together. And now

Ron tried to sound disappointed, When Miskatonic rolls into town next Saturday, Ill be suited up.

WTOS

All too soon it was time for Ron to catch the last tram to Arkham. He almost missed it, lost in the passionate embrace of a red-headed Crimson. Kims eyes sparkled.

Booyah. She whispered as Ron let his hands slide down from her waist, hidden under her low hanging jacket. Wouldnt Mr. Barkin be upset with us? Not to mention Dad.

You dont think he has the place under surveillance do you? The boy was suddenly nervous. I mean, Rufus said he had a laser grid across your door at the Arkham Arms.

Wade did that for him. And remember, Wade promised to NEVER spy on us for the rents. She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down to her for another kiss. Now you better get going, Miski Man.

Oh, Im gone. Ron sighed. Kim responded with a giggle.

She leaned against a column to watch the tram pull away. So this was not the big night. Still, like Monique had pointed out, the boy was showing initiative. The grab had been exciting and amazingly bold for her Ron. Soon, when were both ready. Something caused her to look over her shoulder as the train lights faded into the rising fog.

A well dressed man sat on a bench by the station, looking at a magazine. She did not recognize him, but Ron would have. He was the manager of the jewelry store in the Arkham Arms. His dark eyes glanced up to the amulet hanging from her neck. It seemed to her that he nodded his approval.

WTOS

Ron stepped onto the practice field feeling like a new man. The running back coach let the sneer drop from his face for a moment when he presented Ron with his practice jerseys.

Put those kiddie clothes over on the pile. He had motioned to Rons red shirt jerseys. Youre playing with the big boys now.

Decked out in his new white jersey, Ron stood beside Steve, who flashed him a smile. I knew they couldnt keep you out all season.

Thanks, Steve. Before he could say more, Coach Takeshi walked up to face the team.

Saturday was a difficult day for us. Worthy suffered a compound fracture to his left leg and will be out for the remainder of the season. As for Simmons concussion, the MRI revealed nothing. A raised eyebrow stopped the snickering. He should be back to practice by Thursday. The rest of our backfield injuries were sprains and bruised ribs. We should have everyone back to full speed within six weeks. Therefore, I have activated our red shirt running backs.

Ron and two others raised their hands to a round of encouragement. The response brought a nod of approval from Takeshi. I hope the three of you have been studying your playbooksand your Musashi.

The only thing different from the previous practices was who they spent their time with. Ron pushed himself whenever he saw Takeshi or Pressive looking at him. By the end of practice, he was exhausted.

You did well today. Takeshi came over and put his hand on Rons shoulder. I had hoped to give you a year to build up your strength and to learn my system, but one cannot dictate to Fate. Now, about Wednesdays

Yes, Coach, Ill tell them Im going to have to drop out.

Actually, I was going to insist you go. The coach looked at Ron. Why do you think so many samurai practiced calligraphy or music? Too much attention to something can be as detrimental as too little. You need balance, and the Kendo Society can teach you that among other thingsuseful things.

Ill be there.

Good! Now, go and hit the showers. It will reinvigorate your mind for your studies tonight.

A pair of eyes narrowed as they watched Ron leave the field. A member of the defensive scout team had come out of the projection room. They had spent the last three days studying their coming parts as Harvard defenders. Nelson Vandergraft was preparing with relish for his role as linebacker.

The hostility to the Colorado twerp had faded when Ron was red shirted. Now it was back with hurricane force. Tomorrow they would go all out at the offense.

All right, Ronnie-boy. Lets see how well you do without a cheerleader to watch your back.

WTOS

How much pain can you take, Stoppable?

Ron looked askance at Pressive. Whats the plan?

Its third and three. Were going to spread them out and Im going to hit you coming across the middle. Might hurt.

Ron was no fan of pain. But neither was he the type to let someone else down. Ive taken plenty of hits from guys playing for keeps. Girls and monkeys too. His face lined with determination. Bring it on.

Pressive nodded. Thats what I wanted to hear. Three Flare on six.

Nelson smiled as he watched the offense line up and the backs moved during the count. The scout team knew the offense in a way no opponent could ever hope to. It helped offset the general lack of size and speed. Vandergraft lacked neither. And now he knew the play was coming his way.

The ball was snapped. Pressive took two steps back and faked to the far sideline. Before the defenders could readjust, he fired the ball.

Ron had stepped to the outside before making his cut across the middle. His defender was faked out and left behind by his burst of speed, but the linebacker was not fooled. Before Ron could take two steps, they collided.

Nelson hit Ron high, bringing a fist into a kidney as he wrapped Ron up. Two other defenders joined Vandergraft in bringing him down. They tried to wrest the ball away from Ron. While that went on, Vandergraft gave Ron another rabbit punch.

That should get him to peeing blood.

Ron felt sick. Vandergraft had done more damage than he had planned, or even wanted to do. The duct to the right kidney was badly damaged. Without immediate attention, the organ would die.

Unseen by the others, Ron shut his eyes and concentrated. When he opened them, they glowed blue. Sensei had strongly admonished him to never abuse the Mystical Monkey Power for sport. But only a fool will not take medicine when ill.

By the time the defenders got up, the pain and damage was gone. A hand helped Ron up. He looked at his quarterback with his normal brown eyes. Pressive smirked at Nelson.

That was a six yard gain. First down.

For the rest of practice Pressive put on a coaching clinic; with Ron as his main teaching tool. By the time they turned on the running game, the defense was completely back on its heels.

Excellent! Excellent! Takeshi applauded. Remember to do that on Saturday! Get some rest and enjoy tomorrow off.

Once the offensive unit turned to the showers, Takeshi bowed to the scout team. And you have done an excellent job simulating Harvard. You did well with Haysville also, though I think we needed to borrow the New England Patriots for that. Hit the showers.

Before he could turn to the portal, Nelson felt Takeshis hand on his shoulder. Mr. Vandergraft, I must commend you on your performance with the scout team. It shows ability and a genuine commitment to the team.

Thanks, Coach.

Your strength and talents are also impressive. Had the previous coach not recruited so many defensive players, I would no doubt have you on my roster.

Vandergraft was smiling when Takeshis hand reached up and pinched a seemingly insignificant bit of skin on Nelsons neck between his thumb and forefinger. The pain was indescribable.

However, your technique was off today. The Coach said mildly. One would almost think you were attempting to hurt Stoppable as opposed to merely tackling him. A suspicious coach would dismiss you from this field, banning you from ever playing here again. Another might even press charges. I, however, would prefer to give you another chance. Hopefully you will mature emotionally and mentally, becoming a better person and a true teammate. Are you willing to accept my offer?

The freshman nodded to the smaller man. Takeshi let Vandergraft go. He smiled as Vandergraft rubbed his neck.

Im glad we could come to this accord. Why dont you go get cleaned up?

WTOS

You are okay, Ron? Kim asked for the third time. Rons recounting of the scrimmage omitted the deliberate nature of his injury, but had Kim concerned nonetheless. I mean, you have a team doctor.

Dont need one, KP. Not when Ive got the Mystic Monkey Mojo going. Ron raised his hand for Rufus high five. Even though she was not there to see him, Ron stuck out his lower lip. His voiced dropped.

I could use some Five Alarm Lip Therapy.

Nice try. Kim grinned. But Im swamped with work. Cheer practice has been crazy since its a home game. I have to take tomorrows practice off to attend a Sikh ceremony and feast for my Societies of the World class.

Ah, man! You get to go to feasts! Why dont I get classes like that?

Because you arent at Fair Harvard. Kim replied with her best Katherine Hepburn imitation. Now, I think we need to get to studying. Some of us want to make good grades.

The last part was not directed at Ron. Kim watched Savannah as she climbed out the window to meet another prospective beau. Even with no restrictions or bed checks, the girl could not resist scampering off in the family tradition. Moments after they had exchanged affections and hung up the Kimmunicator went off.

Not now! I need to study! Kims worry vanished when she saw Wades relaxed posture.

Whats up, Wade?

Ive got what you wanted on Nagema Amika.

Her eyebrow arched. Let me guessanother graduate of a certain super secret ninja school?

No. Amikas strictly public school: Valedictorian of her high school in Kyoto. Accepted by every college she applied to.

Kim pursed her lips. Then what was she doing at a kendo club table?

Signing up new members. Amika was national champion in kendo two years straight. Its in her blood. Her grandfather is Master Yamazaki.

Whos that?

The tech guru looked scandalized. The man who trained Schwarzenegger for the Conan movies! I mean really, Kim, dont you care about

Mindless macho mayhem? Not so much. The redhead retorted. So maybe that was just a coincidence.

Maybe. Wade agreed. Now, about Coach Takeshi.

Kim was puzzled. I never asked about him.

I knew you would eventually. The computer whiz smiled. He is a Yamanouchi grad. Came to college in America in 77 and has worked in athletics ever since. This is his first head coaching job.

So. Kims eyes narrowed. Can you get me through to Sensei?

Dont know. Wades fingers were flying across his keyboard. A super secret ninja school like Yamanouchi might not even havegot it!

You have Yamanouchis computer system?

No, a students phone. It has video capability.

In a moment Senseis inquisitive face filled the Kimmunicator screen. Ah, Kim Possible! To what do I owe this honor?

Can you tell me why a Yamanouchi grad is doing coaching my Ron?

Takeshi-san? Oh, that is simple. Sensei smiled. He loves American football, he always has. He brought a football with him to Yamanouchi. In time he formed a team, and then a league incorporating other schools. It was good for the studentsninjitsu can lend itself to isolation; he helped combat that with his game.

As to his becoming a coach; we provide education, training and a philosophy of life. What a student does with it is up to them.

So this is all

Serendipity. The old man looked serene. Takeshi-san was a most excellent student. Stoppable-san can learn much from him.

Thank you for your time, Sensei. Hope I wasnt too much of a bother.

None at all, Kim Possible. It is always an honor to speak with you. No concern on your part would have been a cause for great concern on mine. Good-bye.

Kim turned off the Kimmunicator and brought the window down, but did not shut it completely. She sat down at her desk, absently mouthing her pen as she read.

I bet that will be some kind of Kendo class.

WTOS

Cmon, Rufus, were going to be late! Ron was running through the lobby of the Student Center.

Hink, we? the naked mole rat frowned at Ron from the side pocket of Rons duffel bag. After all, he had made sure Ron loaded down the cafeteria tray. It was Ron who insisted on going back for seconds. Mac and Amil were still stunned at Rons eating capacity.

The scuffle of feet greeted Ron as he opened the door. Hey, were on time! They must have started early. He noticed people in sparring gear seated on the floor. They were watching a match.

Coach Takeshi was on the floor. Instead of sparring gear he wore a traditional kimono. A katana gleamed in his hands. His hair was pulled up in a top-knot. He looked straight out of a samurai movie.

His opponent looked like he had stepped off the musketeer lot. He wore the high boots, loose pants, shirt and a tabard all in black. All he lacked was the plumed hat. His right arm was fully extended, the tip of his rapier absolutely still. The left arm was pulled back, in his hand the main gauche twirled lazily.

Bledsoe.

The man in black lunged at Takeshi. The Coach caught the rapier on his blade. A twist allowed him to just avoid a thrust from the main gauche. Takeshi launched an attack of his own. Bledsoe needed both blades to catch the katana. For a moment he had the blade trapped and he tried to force it to the ground. The katana pulled free at the last moment with a shower of sparks.

Before Bledsoe could close again Takeshi reached to his obi and pulled out his wakizashi. He shifted his style, fighting in Bledsoes fashion. The admissions officers grin revealed his confidence. Suddenly Takeshi stepped through the blur of blades to lay the spine of his katana against Bledsoes neck. The taller man drew up to his full height and brought his sword up in salute. The class applauded.

I hope you were all paying attention. While he talked Takeshi slipped his blades back into their scabbards. If you believe the movies, the Western arts have nothing to teach us. That is wrong. The old Fencing Masters of the West were every bit as studious and rigorous as those of the East. After all, it was about survival. The returning students will please go to the left with Bledsoe-san.

The admissions officer was soon decked out in kendo gear, carrying a waster sword and dagger. Ron had seen SCA people using those before. Soon a circle of students learned how difficult it could be to face a fencing master.

The new members went with Takeshi. Rufus unzipped the duffel bag for Ron; he was already in his own gear. Ron suited up quickly.

Some of you I know. Takeshi bowed to Ron. Others I have heard of. He bowed to Amika. Now I should like to learn of your skill levels. A simple test will suffice for now. Nagema-san, Stoppable-san, first up!

The freshmen bowed to Takeshi and then to each other. Gripping his bokken in both hands, Ron took his stance. Amika stood, feet at shoulder width, her bokken resting at her left hip. She appeared to be waiting to draw it. The quizzical tilt of Rons mask brought a smile to her face. Her musical voice lilted to him.

Please, Stoppable-san, feel free to use the traditional stance.

Unsure of what she meant, Ron stayed in his posture. The referee called for the match to begin. Before he could move, Amikas right hand shot over to her left hip. The bokken came up and she tapped him lightly on the shoulder.

WinnerNagema-san!

For the rest of the evening the new students sparred. Ron won more than half his matches. Amika defeated all comers. Most never had a chance to move before her bokken touched them. Rufus came the closest to defeating her, crossing bokken twice before she tapped his mask.

Sensei! he bowed to her.

Hardly. She giggled, taking off her mask. But flattery will get you anywhere.

After class, Amika was surrounded by admirers. Some even had pictures for her to autograph. As he waited to talk to her, someone tapped Ron on the shoulder.

Oh, not again! Ioh, hey, Mr. Bledsoe.

It is a pleasure to see you again, Ronald. The admissions officer showed his long teeth in a smile. Perhaps we shall have a chance to cross blades eventually. There is just something about the ring of steel.

Id like that. He replied, unsure of exactly what to say. Youre scary good!

Thank you, Ive worked hard to be so. Now, I think you may soon have a chance to tell someone else how much you admire them. Good evening.

When the cluster finally dwindled, Ron stepped over to express his respect.

That was some badical swordplay, Amika.

A smile brightened her face. Domo, Stoppable-san. As they say, you are not so bad yourself.

No, I was worse than bad. Her laugh caused him to shake his head vigorously. I mean it, I tanked!

You were simply over matched. Takeshi joined them. There is no shame in that. Without challenge there is no growth. Without adversity there is no challenge.

He bowed to Amika. Give my regards to Professor Numuro and the Kendo Club.

Of course. Amika returned his bow. I must go now; I need to clean up before my biology lab. It is always a pleasure to see you, Stoppable-san.

Yeah, a pleasure. The boy could not help but be a little distracted by her smile. When she left he turned to his coach.

The Kendo Club?

Yes, Nagema-san is a member of both organizations. The Kendo Club holds competitions with clubs from other schools. Nagema-san is a most enthusiastic competitor. The Kendo Society is somewhat more unorthodox.

Ron agreed. It kind of reminds me of what we did at A sharp jab to the ribs by Rufus brought Ron up short. When! It reminds of what we did when our Sensei wasnt looking, heh heh.

Some memory brought a smile to Takeshi. Ah, schoolboy antics. I am willing to say your Sensei was not as much in the dark as you may think. No doubt he has entertained others with stories of those shenanigans.

Ron and Rufus looked at each other, wondering what the Coach knew.

The Kendo Club is an excellent organization, but we serve another purpose. As you will see in the coming weeks, the Kendo Society exists for those who seek to add a little more to their game.

WTOS

All right, thats a wrap! Crimson Cheer Captain Nancy Farmington shouted to the freshman squad. Harvards newest cheerleaders gathered around her, among them stood a red headed bundle of energy.

I wish we couldve taken you guys with us to Cornell. Love the spirit. Really review the squid stuffing routine; it should get the student section pumped up. Possible, tomorrow youll be with us when we do our tour before the game.

Me? Kim asked. The varsity squad visited the alumni tail gating before games. She had hoped to avoid any semblance of favoritism. Winning over people was hard enough as it was.

Nancy shrugged. It was a request from the Dean of Students.

Some publicity stunt. Another freshman cheerleader, a pretty blond named Myna Payne sniffed.

Hey, its not my idea. Kim snapped.

Everybody chill. Nancy said. Kims been nothing but school spirit.

The impish brunette Shelly Kidall spoke up. I dont know, Captain. She couldve gotten our team a Miskatonic playbook, with her sleeping with the enemy and all.

Watch it! A shower of pom poms doused the tweak. Kim settled for a playful rejoinder. And why havent you gotten us a playbook, Shelly? Your significant other isnt a Crimson.

Swim teams dont have play books and Mount Holyoke doesnt have a football team.

How about lacrosse or field hockey? Now Kim got the laughs.

Their Captain spoke again. Hit the showers! Meet here at ten a.m. sharp. When we do what?

BEAT MISKATONIC!

Kim was as loud as anybody else.

WTOS

So, youll be able to stay on after the game? Kim crossed her fingers.

Rufus will take the uniform and gear back; hes an equipment manager. Ive got a change of clothes. Ill just need a place to rest a little after the game.

Kims voice grew breathy. You can stay in my room. Ive got liniment for sore muscles, some sports drinks to restore vital fluidsand a scrubber to get all of the crimson off your back after we shellac you guys tomorrow!

No way, KP! Ill be sure to bring the extra soft tissues. Dont want you to rub you face red when you witness Miskis mad football skills.

Check your chin strap; its cutting off the circulation to your brain. Kim joked. Get some rest. Love you, Miski Man.

Love you, Crimson Cutie.

A light rapping caused Ron to get up and head for the door. Imagining his running back coach on the other side he called out defensively. Hey, I know its time for

He was looking up when he opened the door. All he saw was the hallway. Then his eyes drifted down and beheld a wondrous sight.

Honey brown skin rose as Marie took a deep breath. The view provided by her low cut blouse was spectacular. He barely saw the daintily stitched words across her chest.

Fair maiden? Sorry, neither!

Knockers out. Ron whispered. Shaking his head violently he corrected himself. I mean, knock out, er, lights out! Yeah, lights out, heh heh. Hey, Marie.

Good evening, Ronald. Her voice was husky. Tomorrow is your first game for Miskatonic. I came by to wish you luck.

Good luck. He laughed nervously, shutting the door behind him to stand out in the hallway with her. No one else was out, strange given the hour. Thanks, Marie. Ron brought up his right hand and made a fist, extending it with the knuckles across. This is how we did it at Middleton.

Marie smiled. I think I like the way we did it at Delacroix better. Her right arm snaked up Rons back and her hand pressed lightly against the back of his head. Her eyes closed and lips parted as she pulled him down.

Ron was too shocked to resist at first, and the instinct to pull back vanished the instant her lips touched his. His eyes went wide, went even wider when he felt her tongue press against his teeth. They parted without his willing it and their tongues entwined. His eyes closed when she moaned softly.

As that went on her left hand found its way under the back of his shirt. Her touch was cool, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. His left hand went to her waist but before he could push her away she deftly pushed him back into the door, lightly stunning him. Marie used the chance to press even closer against him. She took the hand off of his back and searched for the door knob. Success! It began to turn. And when she had him inside she would let him discover what was missing under the skirt

The sound of a door opening caused Marie to turn her head, losing contact with Rons lips. When that happened the lights went back on in his brain. He jerked up. They looked to the sound.

Rons RA moved his lips from side to side. Ronnie boy, shouldnt you be in bed?

That was the idea. Marie growled under her breath. Her glare at Stanley would have wilted any mortal man. Stanley was unfazed. She huffed in his direction and turned back to Ron.

Good night, Marie. The boy said hurriedly, as his mind reasserted itself.

Good luck tomorrow. Ron tried to pull back as Marie ran a finger along his lips, but he was backed against his door. She turned and walked down the hall; Stanley went over and watched her leave. Once the door closed, he turned to Ron.

I thought you guys were supposed to avoid that before a game, and if you are going to weaken your legs, shouldnt it be with Kim?

What? You thinkNOOO! Ron shook his head. I mean, were friends butNOOO! Iand shewith the tonguing and NOOOO!

Its okay. Stanley raised his hands. Just remember what I told you a few days ago. Some girls

Yeah, they arent what they seem. Ron shuddered. Kim

The RA put a hand on Rons arm. Dont go there. This is the modern world; guys arent the only ones on the prowl. Just be more careful. Now, why dont you go get in bed? The team bus leaves for Cambridge pretty early.

Thanks. Ron nodded eagerly and fumbled for the door knob. Stanley waited quietly for a while before retiring.

Once he was in his room Ron leaned against the wall. A trembling hand went up to his mouth. He pulled it back and stared. She, she bit me!

WTOS

Marie stalked down the steps of the dorm, ignoring the eyes popping as she swept by. She walked down the sidewalk and took the path between the buildings. Security warned against such dimly lit paths, but Marie had absolutely no fear of the dark. One wall was draped in ivy. The plant stirred when she stopped and turned to face it.

That was quick. The leering voice was distorted, as though coming from an impossible distance and from an inhuman source. I hope you werent disappointed.

She glared at the mockery of a human form. Vines extended as if they were a hand. Do you have what we want?

It did not flinch when she spat into it. Ahh, sweat. Sweat is precious. And blood, blood is precious. We can do much with this. But he would be under your complete control if you had brought us his

If I had gotten that I would not need your help! She lied. Just take what Ive given you and work your magic.

Do not worry; all will be as you need. The vines returned to the wall.

The Cajun girl seethed. That cursed Stanley! He was waiting, I know it! But that would not have been an issue if Ron had acted like any other boy. How did he find the strength to not pull me inside on first sight?

Kim. That Kim Possible, she is a peekon in my side!

A smile spread across the pretty face: a dreadful, chilling grin. But not after tomorrow. She walked back to her dorm singing.

Voulez, voulez, voulez, vous.