Kim Possible Porn Story: Summertime Blues Chapter 9

Assorted Legal Mumbo-Jumbo:

As usual, I dont own Kim Possible or anything associated with her. All KP-related items are the property of the Disney Channel and their army of ravenous lawyers who are the reason that Im writing this. I suppose that the story idea itself could be construed as mine, but that doesnt mean that the legal eagles out there wont try to claim otherwise.

In any case, read the story, leave a review, and look both ways before crossing the street.

(The preceding contains 100% Grade A disclaimer.)

Enjoy!

~ Chapter Nine ~

Streaking across the coastal flatlands south of Tokyo, a great white blur rocketed effortlessly through the countryside with graceful agility, much to the excitement of at least one American teenager on board.

Wow! These bullet trains have got me so ferociously psyched! Ron exclaimed, pressing his nose firmly against one of the oversized windows. Two hundred plus miles an hour and Im hardly feeling a thing! KP, is this the coolest thing youve ever seen or what?

Its wow-worthy, Ron. Kim conceded with a minor twinge of annoyance in her voice. But would you mind not gluing yourself to the glass like that. You look like some giant, freckled fly.

Huh? Oh right. Sorry bout that. Ron responded, pulling back to wipe the windowpane with his sleeve. Guess I got a little carried away there.

That is quite understandable, Stoppable-san. Yoris voice came from across the table that the four were sitting at. The Shinkansen is considered a technological wonder throughout the world: Clean, efficient and reliable. It is a source of great pride for the Japanese people.

Well Ive sure gotta give you mad props in that department. Ron enthusiastically agreed. We aint got nothing like this back in the States.

Kim had to nod silently in agreement with Rons statement. Being raised in a rather progressive, science-oriented family, she had long since learned to appreciate what she saw as the importance of environmental responsibility. It was for this reason that she volunteered every year for the Middleton Park Clean Up and participated in the local Earth Day activities. Green was good, as far as she was concerned.

Whatever the topic, be it global warming, recycling, nuclear power or alternative energy, she had an opinion, and this was especially true when it came to the subject of air pollution.

Like many residents of Colorado, she had grown to consider clear skies and mountain vistas as a birthright, and was appalled when confronted with images of skies turned a sickly brown by the activities of urban living. It seemed like the ultimate crime against humanity to her, and the overall lack of efficient public transportation in most major American cities was chief among the culprits in her opinion.

But now was not the time for environmental activism. Now was the time for strategy. Quickly slipping into mission mode, Kim motioned for her patchwork team to huddle up.

Okay, its gonna be crunch time in a couple of hours, so we need to come up with some sort of a game plan. Kim pointed out, once she had everyones attention. Sensei, what do we know about our target?

The ninja master nodded to his young assistant, and Yori quickly withdrew a parchment map from her pack, which she then unfurled on the table between them.

The Akama-jinga shrine, Sensei began, is a large complex of buildings, rather than a single structure. The main feature is a large, ceremonial gate that looks out onto the Kanmon Strait. Behind this gate lies the Shichimori-zuka: A series of seven earthen mounds said to be sacred to the Heike warriors. He pointed to the map, indicating various areas as he spoke.

I see. Kim replied, leaning in close to carefully study the details of the map. Tell me, are there any secluded areas or out of the way spots?

By which you mean locations conducive to concealment? Sensei asked.

Pretty much. Kim answered flatly.

Here. Sensei replied, pulling a withered finger from his robe and thrusting it at a spot on the map. This is the monument to Hoichi the Earless. It is a popular attraction for visitors, but the area surrounding it is thickly wooded and provides much in the way of places to hide.

All right then, thatll be our primary target. Kim remarked, planting her hands authoritatively on the table and taking a long look at her teammates. If we strike out there, then well regroup and come up with a Plan-B. And well try not to think about how a guy got hung with the name Hoichi the Earless. She added with a shudder.

Yeah. Like, some things are just too wrongsick to know. Ron concurred with a shudder of his own.

Hnk, uh huh. Eeewwwww! Rufus agreed, driving the remark home with a well-blown raspberry.

The gates of the Akama-jinja shrine seemed ablaze in the late morning sunlight, the crimson red colonnades reflecting dancing patterns, which themselves were being reflected by the waters of the adjacent sea. The water itself was a dazzling shade of turquoise blue, the wind driven waves sporting foam whitecaps that gave the appearance of diamond encrustation along their crests.

By any chance did we just walk into a postcard? Ron inquired, actually appearing slightly unnerved by the immense beauty around him.

Doubtful. Kim replied reassuringly, leading the small group up the great stone steps toward the imposing shadows of the ornate entryway.

Once through the massive gateway, the two Americans were quickly taken aback by the enormity of the shrines central courtyard. The space was truly vast, teaming with humanity and encompassing expansive lawns and immaculately manicured gardens. For over 150 years this had been sacred ground for the Shinto faithful, and its every detail testified to their unflinching devotion.

Okay, everyone Kim said after several moments, shaking the distraction out of her head. Were not here to sightsee. Lets go find our mark.

A short walk from the main gate, (or at least short by the standards of such a massive facility), the team located the shrine of Hoichi the Earless: A small, very ornate building set back from the main buildings and tucked into a vine-covered corner of the complex. Being not much larger than two phone booths put together, it seemed strangely out of place amongst the large structures and open spaces that dominated the rest of the facility. Here, mostly hidden from view, the crowds of the main courtyard quickly faded into the background and one felt some measure of peace and solitude come over them.

So what exactly is the back-story with this guy? Ron asked, peering at the detailed statue inside the small shrine.

It is a story most ancient, Stoppable-san. Sensei explained. One of the most revered tales of Japanese mythology.

You see, Stoppable-san, Yori continued for her master, according to legend, Hoichi was a minstrel who lived here on the temple grounds in the early thirteenth century. In that time the temple was known by the Buddhist name of Amidaji, as Shinto had not yet become the state religion of Japan.

The story tells us that Hoichi was a gifted musician with the biwa, and his performances would often bring his audience to tears. He gladly played for anyone who asked, until one night when he was awakened by a gruff samurai who demanded he come perform for his master. Dutiful and obedient as ever, Hoichi complied and was handsomely applauded when his performance was complete. The nobleman requested another performance the following night, but informed Hoichi that he was traveling incognito, and that Hoichi should not speak of his encounter with anyone.

Figures. Ron absently remarked. Musicians always have the mad street cred.

Yori silently arched an eyebrow at Rons observation before continuing.

The next night, things did not go so well. The priest of the shrine noticed Hoichis absence and had the temple servants perform a search for him. When they finally located him, he was found to be standing alone, playing his instrument in the middle of the local Buddhist cemetery. The servants were confused, but the priest quickly deduced the cause: Hoichi was being haunted by ghosts.

Well that would certainly take something away from a guys act; having a phantom audience. Ron remarked with a shudder. What do you call that, anyway? A dead performance?

This time both Yori and Kim rolled their eyes, and if one could see beneath his extensive facial hair, it would be apparent that Sensei did so as well.

In any case, Yori continued, the next night, the priest told Hoichi to remain perfectly still when the samurai returned for him, and as a precaution he wrote the words of the Kanji over his entire body.

Uh, time out. The Kanji? Kim asked in confusion.

A most ancient and sacred poem. Sensei explained. Many believe its words to be magical, and that those who bear or speak it possess special protection from spirits and mystical forces.

Indeed. Yori continued. For when the spirit returned for the third time, Hoichi did as he had been instructed, and his body was rendered invisible to the spirit by the magic of the Kanji. Or at least, every part of his body that was covered by the Kanji.

Let me guess His ears. Kim remarked knowingly.

Correct, Possible-san. Although his preparations were most thorough, the kindly priest had failed to write the Kanji on Hoichis ears, and this left them visible to the spirit. Frustrated by his inability to elicit a response from Hoichi, it is said the ghost flew into a rage and sliced off Hoichis ears. The encounter left him disfigured for life, but the power of the spirits was broken, and never again was Hoichi plagued by ghostly visitors.

Man, thats gotta tank. Ron remarked with a repulsed shudder. Having your ears cut off by a ghost samurai? Totally not cool, dude!

Im pretty sure having your ears cut off by anyone would tank, Ron. Kim observed dryly. But now that were done with story time, lets get down to brass tacks and start looking.

Indeed, Possible-san. Yori agreed. We must not let petty dalliances distract us from our mission.

Okay, am I the only one who finds it weird that you speak better English than I do? Ron asked, scratching his head and looking directly at the lithe young ninja. Cause its kinda freaking me out.

Yori smiled warmly at Rons unintentional compliment, Kim lightly scowled at the gesture, Sensei almost imperceptibly raised an eyebrow, and Ron, as usual, was blissfully oblivious to the entire exchange. Overall it was a group dynamic that would have kept Sigmund Freud up nights.

Linguistics later, Ron. Kim scolded. Searching now.

Right! he agreed, turning quickly to scan the surrounding area, then just as quickly turned back toward his redheaded girlfriend.

Uh, what are we looking for again? he asked sheepishly.

Dont know. Kim admitted. Strange footprints disturbed vegetation anything out of the ordinary, really.

You mean something like a rhododendron with a deadbolt?

Probably.

Like this one here?

What?!

All at once, Kim, Yori and Sensei spun on their heels to face their golden-haired companion. There, growing against a non-descript section of a rough stonewall was a flowering rhododendron vine, and almost completely obscured within its leafy embrace was a rusty and weatherworn latch.

Thats gotta be it! Kim gasped in disbelief. Privately she had been dreading the possibility that their search could take hours, or that it might even prove entirely fruitless. But for the entire ordeal to take less than ten seconds? That was incomprehensible, even by the standards of Rons dumb luck.

Stepping forward to inspect the object in question, Yori closely noted every detail, satisfying herself that the item was not rigged or booby-trapped in any way. Finally, once safety was assured, she grasped and turned the corroded handle with a metallic squeak, and pressed her slender shoulder against the stone surface, forcing it back to reveal a small niche and a set of stone steps, steep and narrow, descending into total darkness.

Circumstances would indicate that this is the quarry we seek. Yori observed, her voice and mannerisms as flat and unreadable as ever.

Gee, state the obvious much? Kim mumbled, almost inaudibly.

I am curious, Stoppable-san. Yori continued, either ignoring or not noticing Kims remark. How did you locate this item?

Well, you might say I sort of bumped into it. Ron chuckled dismissively. He seemed more than eager to downplay the incident, but by the way he was rubbing his shoulder, it was apparent that his description of the event wasnt entirely figurative.

Kim could only shake her head and smile at the sight. That was her Ron: Finding an almost impossibly hidden item by pure accident. She sometimes surmised that of all the people on earth, he was the one who could literally find a needle in a haystack; most likely by sitting on the confounded thing.

Yes, his signature dumb skills were in full force today, and she quickly decided that he should be rewarded for that: Especially since such a reward would serve to satisfy her own goals as well.

Stepping forward to take the lead once again, she paused momentarily before the smiling vestige of her boyfriend, making sure that the young Japanese girl with them was watching.

Good job, baby. She lauded, and leaned in to give him a buss on the cheek, taking care in allowing her lips to linger just a half-second longer than necessary. It was a subtle gesture, but one certain to not be lost on the young Shinobi in their midst.

Satisfied that her territory was sufficiently marked, Kim strode forward toward the darkened portal. To her credit, Yori showed no visible reaction to the redheads PDA, but that much was to be expected. When dealing with such shadow warriors, it was the little things that counted, and Kim smiled inwardly, taking pride in that she had just scored some major pointage.

And with a final check of her surroundings, the redheaded heroine extraordinaire climbed into the confined space and disappeared into the inky blackness beyond.

The passageway they had found was definitely not built with modern building codes in mind. It was narrow, steep, damp, and the Kimmicators built-in LED flashlight was barely enough to cut through the darkness. Under such conditions it was nearly impossible to tell where they were going. Down seemed to be the only obvious answer.

Well Id say theyve obviously never read the ADA. Ron commented. Is a simple handrail all that much to ask?

Shhhh Kim admonished. Sneaky mode here.

Oh, right. Zip the lip. Sorry.

Moving ever deeper into the abyss, the stairs soon ended, depositing the team into a large subterranean chamber. As underground rooms went, it was rather spacious, appearing to have been hewn from a smaller, natural cave. The vaulted ceiling stood at least 20 feet above the floor at its apex, and featured intricate carvings that were nearly indiscernible amongst the shadows that blanketed those higher elevations. The perimeter was lined with massive columns, hand carved from the solid bedrock, and bronze torches sprouted from the walls at regular intervals, allowing their faint light to flicker and dance across to open space.

And then, at the far end of the room, standing before what appeared to be a primitive altar of some sort, was the last thing they had expected to find.

Oh sugarfoot! This is complicated! the all-too-familiar figure brooded, shoving her nose into a copy of Rogets Thesaurus. If people have something to say, they should just come out and say it! Using all these sneaky words isnt very nice

Neither is wearing a pink sweatshirt with off-white stretch pants. Ron whispered. From this angle she looks like a giant tootsie pop.

Shhhhhh. Kim admonished, alerting him to the fact that he had made his remark a little more loudly than he intended.

Whose there? the woman demanded, spinning around to face whomever had managed to sneak up on her. It only took a few seconds of squinting into the darkness to find her answer.

You! she shouted. Why do I always run into you?

I dont know, D. N. Amy, Kim cool replied, stepping out into the light, such as it was. But just as a hunch, it might have something to do you being evil and everything.

Evil is a very hurtful word. The mad geneticist responded, pouting slightly. Sure, I may do things that are a little unorthodox

Would that be your octo-parrot or your or-ant-gutan? Ron inquired.

Honestly, I was thinking of my ptero-duck-tyl, but in any case IT DOESNT MAKE ME EVIL!

No, but it makes you a freak who goes against everything that God and nature ever intended, and thats the sort of thing that often gets mistaken for evil.

Ron! Kim hissed.

What? Im just saying its an easy mistake to make!

You sir, are the biggest meanie in the world! Amy huffed, crossing her arms defiantly.

I am most definitely not a meanie. Ron shot back indignantly. If I were a meanie, I would have totally skipped the smart remarks about your wardrobe and whacked-out hobbies, and gone straight after that hideous gap between your front teeth.

What about my teeth? Amy gasped, reflexively bringing a hand up to shield her face. Theres nothing wrong with my teeth! They just make me unique in my own special way is all!

Whadda ya use for a toothpick? A tent stake?

Perhaps it is not so wise, Stoppable-san, to be insulting the emotionally disturbed villain? Yori broke in, a little more calm than Kim would have been.

Then tell her to stop making it so easy!

Arrrrgh! Moving on! Kim huffed, turning her attention back to the renegade researcher in their midst. So tell us Amy Why are you here?

Well isnt it obvious? D. N. Amy giggled in her usual bubbly manner. Unlimited power? Total control?

Answering questions with questions? Ron volunteered, earning an ice-cold glare from all three women.

Okay, but still, Kim continued, how does that really help you? I mean, youre good at what you do, such as it is, but youve never really impressed me as the global domination type.

Yeah, thats always sort of been Drakkens thing. Ron added. Well, him and Dementor and Gemini and the Seniors and even Frugal Lucre in his own strange way

We get it Ron. Kim interjected, cutting her boyfriend off. You dont need to go through the whole list. So what gives, Amy?

Well if you must know, theres more than one way to use absolute power. Amy stated smugly, seemingly satisfied that she was thinking on a higher plain than her adversaries. With the power in my hands, Ill be able to do whatever I want! Transformations modifications Ill be able to change anything, from anything, to anything!

Great! More mutant side-show attractions. Kim grumbled.

Hmpf! As if! Amy sniffed indignantly. Sure, Ill probably get around to creating more cuddlebuddies, eventually, but the first thing Im going to do is change my precious Monty-kins back into his cute, adorable, cuddly self.

You want to bring Monkey Fist back to life? Kim gasped, surprised that she hadnt seen this coming.

Well of course, silly. Amy gushed. Hes been so cold and unfeeling lately, but once I have this power thingy, he be right back to his goodie-woody, fuzzy-wuzzy, cuddly-wuddly self again!

Ugh. Ron groaned, turning to leave. If anyone needs me, Ronnie-Wonnie will be out taking a barfy-warfy in the hally-wally.

Good call. Kim agreed, thinking that Ron having a few moments to himself right now was probably a good thing.

Awwwww, is he sick? Amy inquired, a surprising amount of concern etched into her voice.

Hell be fine. Kim insisted. Now back to business here; if you think were gonna let you just waltz out of here with the keys to absolute power in your pocket, youve got another thing coming.

Well it certainly figures that youd go all party-pooper on me, Kim Possible. Amy huffed. Thats why I brought along some of my latest creations. And theyre just so eager to meet you.

Kim, Yori and Sensei all dropped into defensive crouches, steeling themselves for whatever mutanogenic mayhem that the mad geneticist had in store.

Say hello to my latest party animals, Amy enthused, the spider monkeys!

Spider monkeys? Kim asked perplexedly. Not to burst your bubble or anything, but thats not much of a mutation. Theres already a species called

It was at that moment that several ominous figures scurried froth from the deep shadows that flanked either side of the altar. Upon fully entering the dim torchlight of the chamber, it became clear that their heads, bodies and tails were clearly simian in origin.

But it was the eight, long, spindly legs possessed by each creature that gave the group pause.

Ohhhhhh That kind of spider monkey. Kim weakly observed.

Are you all right, Possible-san? Yori inquired, noticing the sudden shift in her companions mood.

Yeah, Im good. Kim assured the oriental girl none-too-convincingly. Its just that Ive got some issues with giant (gulp) bugs.

Spiders arent bugs! Theyre arachnids! Amy insisted from her position atop the altar. Count the legs!

So not counting, and so dont care! Kim shot back, readying herself for battle and silently hoping that Ron would finish with his gorchy business soon and return to the fight. Giant bugs or arachnids or whatevers was most definitely his department.

Now you little sweeties go have your fun and make mommy proud. Amy cooed to her, for-want-of-a-better-term, pets, and the abominations to nature dutifully complied, advancing swiftly upon their hapless prey.

Authors Notes:

While I had originally planned on taking this chapter a little deeper into the story, its proven to be somewhat longer than I anticipated, and this jumped out at me as a good place to end things.

Besides, Ive started making a conscious effort lately to write shorter chapters overall. While 15 to 20 pages has historically been my norm, Ive recently come to realize that producing such large amounts of work at a stretch is tedious and time consuming, and often leads to burnout, leading in turn to long stretches where I dont write anything. Obviously, this is a problem.

My hope is that by concentrating on smaller chapters, I can produce a larger volume of work overall, and at the same time not force my readers to wait so darn long for updates. Its a sort of experiment, I suppose. Well see where it leads.

Shinkansen: Literally translating to New Trunk Line, the Shinkansen is a network of high-speed trains linking most major cities on the Japanese islands of Honshu and Kyushu.

First envisioned in the 1930s as a means of linking the home islands to Japans burgeoning empire, ambitious plans were drawn up for a proposed Dangan Ressha. (Literally: Bullet Train) Plans for a tunnel beneath the sea of Japan, linking Kyushu with the Korean Peninsula were put forth, as well as plans for a line linking to the Trans-Siberian Railway in Russia. Such proposals were fanciful and technically infeasible by engineering standards of the day, and as Japans wartime position worsened into 1943, the project was quietly forgotten.

Following the Japanese surrender in September of 1945, the idea of a national bullet train resurfaced as a means of replacing the nations war-ravaged infrastructure. Several proposals were submitted and debated, but it was a maverick engineer by the name of Hideo Shima who got the project up and on wheels.

Appointed to the position of Vice President of Engineering for Japanese National Railways in 1956, Shima helped to develop many new techniques and technologies vital to the creation of 200+ mile per hour rail service. It took years of extensive testing to put everything together, but the first Shinkansen made its inaugural run from Tokyo to Osaka on October 1, 1964: Just in time for the opening ceremonies of the Tokyo Olympics. A trip that had previously taken six hours and forty minutes had now been cut to only four hours. It was the dawning of a new era for Japan.

The following decades would see drastic expansion of the Shinkansen system, as well as the introduction of ever-faster trains. A new main line to Hiroshima and Fukuoka was completed in 1975, and new, highly advanced train sets continue to roll out of JNRs shops on a regular basis. Today, after 45 years and nearly 7 billion passengers, the Shinkansen is officially the most heavily traveled high-speed rail network in the world.

Akama-Jinja: The story of the Akama-jinja shrine begins in the late twelfth century, with the eruption of a power struggle between the ruling Heike clan, led by the four-year-old emperor Antoku, and the upstart Genji family. Their simmering resentment of one another erupted into all-out conflict in 1180, setting off the five-year period known throughout Japan as the Genpei War. Throughout the conflict the Heike gradually lost ground, and were driven further and further south, until one day in the year 1185 they finally reached the southwestern most point on the main island of Honshu. From here, there was simply nowhere else left to run.

Looking for a place to make their final stand, the Heike chose to build their encampment on a coastal plain near the city of Shimonoseki. Fronted by the ocean on three sides and steep cliffs on the fourth, the Heike though their position well protected from land attack. It was an assumption that proved fatally mistaken.

The Genjis launched a daring attack down the very cliffs that the Heike had thought impenetrable, throwing the Heike warriors into confusion. Desperate to regroup, the Heike took to the sea, only to be confronted by the Genji navy, under the command of General Minamoto no Yoshitsune. In the resulting battle of Dano-Ura, the tattered remains of the Heike force was slaughtered and the surviving members of the family cast themselves into the sea, preferring death by drowning to a life of servitude under the Genji. Even the young Antoku was not spared from this fate.

Soon after the battle, a shrine was erected by local residents on the point of land closest to the site of the Heikes final battle. It was hoped that by marking the battle in this way, due respect could be paid to the Heike and their spirit of service and sacrifice.

Hoichi the Earless: An interesting piece of mythology that is pretty much exactly as Yori described it. The first and perhaps best-known English translation of the story appears in the book Kwaidan: Stories and Studies of Strange Things by Lafcadio Hearn. A movie based on Hearns work and bearing the same name is the source of most Westerners exposure to the story, although a version of Hoichis tale also appears in play The Dream of a Summer Day.

And I never realized it until now, but writing for D. N. Amy is a total kick in the pants! Ive never had this much fun writing a bad guy before. I gotta make a mental note to use her more often.

Well my fellow travelers, thats another chapter down and who-knows-how-many to go. I want to thank everyone who has read and reviewed so far, to spite my infrequent posting and propensity toward distraction. Its been an interesting ride so far to be sure, and even Im not certain just where its heading next.

As always. Comments, criticisms and snide remarks can be directed to me well directly. Take care and have fun!

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