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Disclaimer: All Kim Possible characters are the copyright of Walt Disney Corporation. I’m just
borrowing them to write up a story with no intention of making any money. This is for fun. All other characters in my stories, that Disney doesn’t own, are mine.

Thanks once again go to the man campy for beta/proofreading for me! Thanks! (big grin)

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A Bond of Honor
Chapter 3 – Sitch at the Mall
By JuPMod (aka JPMod)

Coming out of the changing room, Yori swung around and posed for her audience. “What do you think? These khakis feel quite comfortable, I have to admit.” She looked down at her denim-clad legs.

Monique looked up and down Yori’s form. The girl was in blue khakis that started at her calves and fit snuggly at thighs, hips and waist. Comfortable slipper shoes were on her feet, and to top it off, a silk red short-sleeved blouse adorned her torso. Far as Monique could see, Yori looked quite hot.

Of course, given that body of hers, the African-American fashion expert of Middleton High knew that Yori would look hot in almost any girls’ clothing in the entire Club Banana store. For the past two hours, Yori had tried on many different styles of clothing, from dresses, blouses, pants, tank tops, etc. The Japanese teenager had a knack for fashion, choosing to keep certain combinations of clothing while discarding others that even Monique agreed looked horrible.

“Yori girl,” Monique grinned, “you’ll fit in America just fine. The khakis do your legs justice, and the blouse matches well with your skin color and your red hair band.” She chuckled and pointed to Yori. “I have to admit this, you have great taste for clothing for someone who claimed she didn’t know much about fashion.”

Yori grinned. “Thank you, Monique-san.” She turned to face the other person of her audience. “What do you think, Ron-san?” Her right hand settled on her right hip, which cocked to the side.

Ron and Rufus, who was standing on his shoulder, were mesmerized as they stared at Yori, and Ron couldn’t form any coherent words as he spoke. “Uh… I… You… Wow.” Even though he was unable to speak, the blonde boy was screaming in his head. “What are you trying to do to me, Yori? Send me into hormone meltdown!”

Giving a smug grin upon seeing she had again made Ron speechless, Yori turned her head to look at Monique who also gave a smug grin in return before both girls’ eyes returned to the nearly drooling boy.

“Boy, oh boy!” Monique said inside her head. “I have not ever seen Ron this zoned before! Not with that Zita girl, and not even with Kim, sans those mood-changing microchips! It seems Yori really does have his attention more than any girl Ron has met before.” She snickered at the bug-eyed boy. ”I think Ronnie-boy will need a long cold shower when he gets home.”

“Ron-san,” Yori said, still grinning slyly, “I believe you approve of what you see.” She nodded her head once. “Good.” With a normal grin, she turned to Monique. “I will definitely take this set, Monique-san.”

Monique gently laughed and waved at her. “You really have to be nuts to not take this set, Yori girl!” She thumbed to Ron. “Especially if it keeps the eyes of drooling boy there on you.”

Those words finally shook Ron and Rufus out of their trances. “Hey!” Ron crossed his arms, a bit peeved. “I can’t help myself, ya know. Why do you girls always have to wear clothing that makes us guys go into hormone meltdown?”

Yori giggled and waved his question away. “Oh, Ron-san, you already know the answer to that.” Monique chuckled and smirked at the blushing boy.

Rubbing the back of his neck while Rufus grinned at him, Ron gave a sheepish grin. “Okay. So I was obvious. I can’t help it that Yori looks good.”

And that was the truth for the junior-year high school student. Yori was quite good looking all right. Last night, he had taken her to Zing Mai’s as promised, and they had a good time. The restaurant was not fancy or anything, so they could show up in casual wear. He went in his favorite black & white T-shirt and cargo pants, while she showed up in a nice, long-sleeved dress with wide hem that ended above the ankles. Ron talked to her about school and what she would be expecting if she attended. Yori talked about Japan, her love for cooking, which thrilled Ron, given he too could cook.

His mind was brought back to the present when a familiar voice entered the conversation. “Well, I agree with Ron. Yori does look good.” All turned as Kim, in her usual green midriff top and blue khakis, walked around some rack of clothes to face them. “Hi, Mo,” she smiled at her best female friend. “Since I have to pick up something for my mom here at the mall, I decided to drop by.”

“Quite understandable, Kim girl,” Monique replied with a grin, although she knew Kim gave a bold-face lie. Yori and Ron didn’t notice, given they were in the back of the store, but nearly an hour ago, Monique had to go to the front of the store to help a customer and she had spotted Kim outside in the mall. It didn’t take much to see the girl had come to spy on her best male friend and his new girlfriend.

Kim swiveled her head to face Yori. “So, have any more clothes to try on?”

Yori gave a small grin as she shook her head. “No, this is my last set of clothes I’ve tried on, for I have bought enough clothes as it is. I’m sorry you weren’t here sooner, Possible-san, for I wouldn’t have minded hearing your opinion.”

This threw Kim for a loop, just momentarily that was. After blinking in surprise for a few seconds, the redhead gave a grin and a shrug. “Well, it was bad timing I came too late.”

Monique gave a grin, but she mentally smirked. “Yeah, if you weren’t outside playing spy, that is.” Shaking her slightly, the Club Banana employee took out a pair of scissors and took a few steps toward Yori. “Here, let me remove the sales tags and the alarm tag. I’ll ring it up along with the rest of your purchases up front. You can walk out wearing these clothes now.”

Blinking down at the other girl as she removed the tags, Yori kindly smiled at her. “That is generous of you, Monique-san. Thank you.”

Standing upright with the tags in hand, Monique waved at her with a grin. “Oh, it’s nothing. I think it’s better for you going out there in this outfit than that blue outfit you wore coming in.” She huffed and rolled her eyes. “Girl, you shouldn’t be wearing such a short skirt, displaying your legs like that. If you,” she pointed to Yori, “are dating him,” her finger moved to point to Ron next, “you shouldn’t be going around displaying your legs which will attract boys and men to you like flies.”

“Um, Monique?” Ron said, making all three girls turn to him, seeing he was blushing. He raised a hand and wiggled his fingers at her. “Hello, Yori’s boyfriend in front of you!” Rufus started laughing.

Realizing her goof, Monique turned to Yori, who gave a small grin, her cheeks blushing. “Thank you, Monique-san, and I agree.”

Turning to Kim, Monique saw her friend had her hand over her mouth, trying hard not to laugh out loud. Feeling her own cheeks heating up from embarrassment, the girl returned to face Yori and kindly grinned at her. “Get your original clothes out of the changing room,” she gestured with her head, “I’ll be at the register ringing up your purchases.” With that said, Monique walked away.

After watching her friend stroll away, Kim focused back on Yori and Ron, who were both grinning uncomfortably at each other. Yori broke the silence between them. “I better get my clothes.” She turned and entered the changing room.

Still blushing, Ron turned to Kim. “Well, that went well.”

Kim giggled. She felt somewhat sorry for Ron. “Well, Monique was right regarding Yori displaying her legs like that.”

“Which is true, Possible-san,” Yori said as she came out of the changing room with her original clothes draped over an arm and her purse over her shoulder. Her dark eyes rested on her suitor. “Ron-san, I have to be more careful now how I display myself to others, now that I’m attached to you.”

Kim bristled a bit at Yori’s choice of words. To her, Yori made it sound like she was already engaged to Ron.

Giving a confident smile, Ron waved his girlfriend’s concerns away. “Oh, don’t fret over it, Yori. If some guy comes on to ya, I’m not going to act jealous knowing you have eyes for me.” Yori smiled at that. “Besides, if the dude gets too pushy, you can always show him a few ninja moves and he’ll get the message.”

“You speak the truth, Ron-san,” Yori admitted. Her eyes turned to Kim. “Did you ever have men come on to you like that, Possible-san?”

Surprised by the question, Kim thought about it and came to a simple truth. “Come to think about it, I have not ever had a man tried to push himself on me. Not the boys in school or elsewhere.” She frowned. “The only guy to ever try to proposition me was Senior Senior Junior, given he thought I was his ‘soul-mate’,” she air-quoted with disgust, “due to that Animology craze last year.”

Yori nodded at Kim’s words. “Maybe because no man would dare to do so, Possible-san.” She grinned. “You are quite well known throughout the world, and any man would be foolish to push himself on you knowing you can easily defend yourself and do him great harm.”

Again, Kim was taken aback and realized Yori was right. No man would dare force himself on her, knowing she could mop the floor with him. She mentally grimaced though. “Does this mean that most guys are afraid of me to even take a chance of dating me? Is my freak fighting giving guys a crazy mental image of me?” She mentally groaned. “Oh, great. I hope my freak fighting is not going to ruin my social life.”

Walking past Kim, Yori spoke over her shoulder. “Monique-san should be ready by now.” Ron followed her, and Kim realizing both had passed her, trailed behind, still pondering the question of whether she would ever find someone for her.

After a few minutes, at the front register, Yori finished paying for her clothing, and Ron groaned at the number of bags sitting on top of the counter. “Man, Yori. You have to buy so much?”

The Japanese girl giggled while Monique, behind the counter, smirked. “Ronnie,” Monique said, “Yori said she needs new clothing to fit here in America. What she has here will do her good.”

“Hai,” Yori replied, still grinning. Monique winked at her, and her grin broadened.

Yelling and screaming alerted everyone inside the store to what was going on outside, where some people were running away from something. Without hesitating, Kim leaped into action with a determined face. “Let’s go, Ron!” She ran out of the store and headed toward the direction opposite of the fleeing people.

“KP! Wait up!” Ron ran after her as Rufus hopped into his pants pocket.

“Monique-san!” Yori cried out. “Watch over my belongings!” She quickly placed down her purse next to her bags of purchases before sprinting out of the store after Kim and Ron.

“Will do!” Monique called out, even though Yori was already out of hearing range. The African-American picked up the phone next to the cash register and dialed for mall security.

Running, Kim came upon a scene of three goons looking down at a frightened elderly couple sitting on a bench. The goons looked to be little more than 18 years old, and they wore scrappy clothing. No doubt these guys must have come from the run-down sections of Lowerton and were high school dropouts likely.

“Aw!” one goon stared down at the old couple. “Looks like we frighten them, guys. Poor old people they are.” His two buddies snickered, for one was holding the elder woman’s purse.

Kim glowered at them from behind them. “You leave them alone!” All three goons turned around to face her.

The leader snickered. “Hey, guys! The beauty here is telling us what to do.” One of his friends joined in laughter, but the third, the one holding the purse, was eying Kim warily.

“Uh, guys?” the wary goon said. “We shouldn’t mess with her. That’s Kim Possible.” Both his buddies turned to him, disbelief on their faces.

“And Ron Stoppable,” Ron grinned airily as he strolled up to stand besides Kim and crossed his arms. Rufus was glaring at the goons from the pants pocket.

The goon with the purse snorted a laugh at Ron. “Her sidekick is nothing. He’s a weenie.” Both Ron and Rufus growled at that.

The leader snorted. “I’ll handle the Possible chick. You two get out of here!” With a yell, he charged at Kim, who crouched to prepare herself.

The other two thugs tried to run past, but Ron tripped one onto the floor. He got up and turned to face Ron, looking down at him menacingly. “You pay for that, blondie!” he pointed to him before reaching over and pushing him onto the floor. However, he let out a large puff of air when he felt something in his crotch.

Looking up at the goon’s painful face, Ron wondered what happened until he looked down to notice the front sole of his right foot was exactly between the guy’s legs. The goon pushed him down, and when his back made contact with the tile floor, his right foot involuntarily came up to hit the bad guy exactly where to immobilize him.

Ron grinned, for the Ron Factor has worked once again. “Better put ice on that,” he said to the goon, before the guy fell over backwards onto the floor in a fetal curl, his hands going down to between his legs. Rufus has climbed up onto Ron’s chest and gave a victory cheer. “Score one for the good guys! Booyah!” Ron yelled as he high fived Rufus with a finger.

While Ron was dealing with one goon, Kim dealt with the leader. The leader had come right at her with his fist aiming at her face. The redhead dodged the punch, brought a fist into the guy’s stomach, causing him to bowl over. With the heel of her right palm, she smacked the thug in the face, causing him to fall to the floor groaning.

Kim flicked her hair out of her face. “You’re nothing,” she said with a victorious grin down at the groaning thief. She turned to face the elderly couple. “Are you okay?” she asked out of concern.

The couple grinned at her and nodded. “We’re okay,” the woman said, “thanks to you, but…” She frowned. “That third thief gotten away with my purse.”

Turning, Kim saw that the third guy had gotten away. Ron took down the second goon, yet leaving it open for the third to make his escape. She scowled at her and Ron’s failure.

While Kim and Ron were dealing with the first two, the third had run away from the fight. Yet he hadn’t run for long until a young Japanese woman was blocking his path.

“You’re not going anywhere, baka.” Yori looked angrily at him.

The young thug didn’t even waver. “Get out of my way, girl!” With his free right hand, he tried to punch her.

Witnesses around them saw what happened next. Yori quickly side-stepped to the right, grabbed his outstretched arm with her left hand, swung her right arm into the guy’s stomach, and using her right arm and the man’s forward momentum, flipped him upside-down and over onto his back. Upon hitting the floor, the wind was knocked out of him. The whole clash only lasted a few seconds.

With a smug, triumphant grin with narrow eyes, Yori placed her hands together and bowed down at the groaning bad man. “It’ll be your honor, baka, to wait for the police to arrive.” The man only groaned some more.

Kim and Ron were there when the mall’s security and a few Middleton police officers arrived. They questioned Team Possible and the elderly couple on what had happened while the two goons were cuffed and led away to a wagon outside.

Giving a frown, Kim spoke up to the head officer, a Sergeant. “I regret the third goon has gotten away.”

Looking over Kim’s shoulder, the Sergeant’s lips formed a grin and pointed. “I don’t think so, Miss Possible.” Both Kim and Ron turned to see a couple of officers were pushing the third goon toward them. One of the officers held up the purse, which made the elderly woman cry out in thanks.

“Good job in catching this guy,” the Sergeant said to his officers as he nodded toward the cuffed third thief, who was being led away out of the mall by two other officers.

Both men shook their heads and smiled. “It wasn’t us who caught him.” They parted to reveal Yori behind them, and Kim was surprised to see her while Ron was delighted. “This young lady here did the deed, Sarge. Witnesses said she easily back-flipped him like a rag doll.”

“Really?” the Sergeant said as he raised both eyebrows at Yori who bowed her head and grinned. “What’s your name, young lady?” he asked while his officer returned the purse to the grateful elderly lady.

“Yori Takana,” Yori answered. “I’ve recently moved to Middleton from Japan.”

The Sergeant nodded his head. “I presume you know martial arts?”

Yori nodded. “Hai.”

Before the Sergeant could say anything more, Ron walked a few steps to stand besides Yori. “Way to go, Yori! You busted the third baddie right on!”

Even Rufus nodded his head cheerfully. “Yeah, busted!”

Smiling at her boyfriend, Yori could see he was proud of her. “Thank you, Ron-san.”

Looking back and forth between Yori and Ron, the Sergeant could tell something was up. “Do you two know each other?”

Ron chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck, showing his typical nervousness. “Yeah, we’ve recently started dating.” Yori grinned at that.

Blinking at the news, the Sergeant smirked. “Well, that’s news.” He turned to Kim. “Seems you have a third team member, Miss Possible. If she knows martial arts like you do, your team will be stronger than it was before.”

Kim was dumbfounded. Yori? A member of her team? She just couldn’t wrap her mind around the concept. Yet she couldn’t deny that Yori had helped greatly. The leader of Team Possible mentally shook her head. For now, she just couldn’t accept the notion regardless.

It took a half an hour for the police to get all the information they needed before leaving. Only then did Kim, Ron, and Yori return to Club Banana, where an excited Monique was waiting for them to spill the beans. They told her what had happened, and after many minutes, the three departed Club Banana with Yori’s purchases.

So nearly an hour after foiling the robbers, Kim, Ron, and Yori were waiting on the curbside outside Middleton Mall for the bus to arrive. Kim and Ron have no problems getting home by foot, but Yori lived near the outer edge of the city on the opposite side from where Kim and Ron lived.

As they waited, Yori finally realized something. “Oh, I almost forgot,” she said as she opened her purse and pulled out a piece of paper, which she gave to Ron. “That’s my address and phone number, Ron-san,” she said as Ron and Kim looked down at the written paper. “Can you stop by tomorrow around 3 o’clock? I’ll explain to you then how I will be continuing my training.”

Ron grinned. “No prob, Yori. I’ll be there.” Rufus, from Ron’s pants pocket, bobbed his head in agreement.

“Good,” Yori grinned at him before eying Kim, who stood on the other side of Ron. “I wish for you to be there as well, Possible-san.”

This made Kim and Ron looked at each other in surprise before returning to look at the ninja girl. “You want me to be there?” Kim asked bewildered at the invitation. She understood Ron, but why her?

Yori explained. “Hai. You are both aware of Yamanouchi’s existence, and given you work together as a team, it’s best you both know what you’ll be told tomorrow.”

After a moment, Kim shrugged. “Okay, I’ll be there with Ron.” She still was confused though why she was included. After all, if Yori wanted to be alone with Ron, she wouldn’t even invite her.

The sound of the approaching bus made all three teens and one mole rat turned to watch as the vehicle pulled up along the curbside. Other waiting people began boarding as Yori picked up her many shopping bags.

Ron frowned in concern. “Yori? Are you sure you don’t need any help? I can go with you and help you carry that stuff.”

Slightly shaking her head, Yori grinned at him as she raised with her many bags. “I’ll manage, Ron-san. I’ll have help at home when I arrive.” She was about to turn to board the bus, when she reached over and kissed Ron on the cheek. Ron grinned warmly at her, and she matched his expression back at him. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that said, Yori boarded the bus with Ron watching her, and a minute or two later, the bus departed.

Seeing that dreamy look on his face, Kim shook her head a bit. “Come on, Ron. Let’s go home.” She turned and walked away, and Ron immediately followed. It was only last week that she had witnessed, for the first time, Yori kissing Ron on the cheek, yet this time, she knew Ron and Yori were dating. She didn’t show it, but she felt something inside just want to make her punch Ron’s girlfriend in the nose.

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TBC (End of Chapter 3)

:) (Smile) — Description
Disclaimer: All Kim Possible characters are the copyright of Walt Disney Corporation. I’m just
borrowing them to write up a story with no intention of making any money. This is for fun. All other characters in my stories, that Disney doesn’t own, are mine.

Thanks once again go to the man campy for beta/proofreading for me! Thanks! (big grin)

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A Bond of Honor
Chapter 3 – Sitch at the Mall
By JuPMod (aka JPMod)

Coming out of the changing room, Yori swung around and posed for her audience. “What do you think? These khakis feel quite comfortable, I have to admit.” She looked down at her denim-clad legs.

Monique looked up and down Yori’s form. The girl was in blue khakis that started at her calves and fit snuggly at thighs, hips and waist. Comfortable slipper shoes were on her feet, and to top it off, a silk red short-sleeved blouse adorned her torso. Far as Monique could see, Yori looked quite hot.

Of course, given that body of hers, the African-American fashion expert of Middleton High knew that Yori would look hot in almost any girls’ clothing in the entire Club Banana store. For the past two hours, Yori had tried on many different styles of clothing, from dresses, blouses, pants, tank tops, etc. The Japanese teenager had a knack for fashion, choosing to keep certain combinations of clothing while discarding others that even Monique agreed looked horrible.

“Yori girl,” Monique grinned, “you’ll fit in America just fine. The khakis do your legs justice, and the blouse matches well with your skin color and your red hair band.” She chuckled and pointed to Yori. “I have to admit this, you have great taste for clothing for someone who claimed she didn’t know much about fashion.”

Yori grinned. “Thank you, Monique-san.” She turned to face the other person of her audience. “What do you think, Ron-san?” Her right hand settled on her right hip, which cocked to the side.

Ron and Rufus, who was standing on his shoulder, were mesmerized as they stared at Yori, and Ron couldn’t form any coherent words as he spoke. “Uh… I… You… Wow.” Even though he was unable to speak, the blonde boy was screaming in his head. “What are you trying to do to me, Yori? Send me into hormone meltdown!”

Giving a smug grin upon seeing she had again made Ron speechless, Yori turned her head to look at Monique who also gave a smug grin in return before both girls’ eyes returned to the nearly drooling boy.

“Boy, oh boy!” Monique said inside her head. “I have not ever seen Ron this zoned before! Not with that Zita girl, and not even with Kim, sans those mood-changing microchips! It seems Yori really does have his attention more than any girl Ron has met before.” She snickered at the bug-eyed boy. ”I think Ronnie-boy will need a long cold shower when he gets home.”

“Ron-san,” Yori said, still grinning slyly, “I believe you approve of what you see.” She nodded her head once. “Good.” With a normal grin, she turned to Monique. “I will definitely take this set, Monique-san.”

Monique gently laughed and waved at her. “You really have to be nuts to not take this set, Yori girl!” She thumbed to Ron. “Especially if it keeps the eyes of drooling boy there on you.”

Those words finally shook Ron and Rufus out of their trances. “Hey!” Ron crossed his arms, a bit peeved. “I can’t help myself, ya know. Why do you girls always have to wear clothing that makes us guys go into hormone meltdown?”

Yori giggled and waved his question away. “Oh, Ron-san, you already know the answer to that.” Monique chuckled and smirked at the blushing boy.

Rubbing the back of his neck while Rufus grinned at him, Ron gave a sheepish grin. “Okay. So I was obvious. I can’t help it that Yori looks good.”

And that was the truth for the junior-year high school student. Yori was quite good looking all right. Last night, he had taken her to Zing Mai’s as promised, and they had a good time. The restaurant was not fancy or anything, so they could show up in casual wear. He went in his favorite black & white T-shirt and cargo pants, while she showed up in a nice, long-sleeved dress with wide hem that ended above the ankles. Ron talked to her about school and what she would be expecting if she attended. Yori talked about Japan, her love for cooking, which thrilled Ron, given he too could cook.

His mind was brought back to the present when a familiar voice entered the conversation. “Well, I agree with Ron. Yori does look good.” All turned as Kim, in her usual green midriff top and blue khakis, walked around some rack of clothes to face them. “Hi, Mo,” she smiled at her best female friend. “Since I have to pick up something for my mom here at the mall, I decided to drop by.”

“Quite understandable, Kim girl,” Monique replied with a grin, although she knew Kim gave a bold-face lie. Yori and Ron didn’t notice, given they were in the back of the store, but nearly an hour ago, Monique had to go to the front of the store to help a customer and she had spotted Kim outside in the mall. It didn’t take much to see the girl had come to spy on her best male friend and his new girlfriend.

Kim swiveled her head to face Yori. “So, have any more clothes to try on?”

Yori gave a small grin as she shook her head. “No, this is my last set of clothes I’ve tried on, for I have bought enough clothes as it is. I’m sorry you weren’t here sooner, Possible-san, for I wouldn’t have minded hearing your opinion.”

This threw Kim for a loop, just momentarily that was. After blinking in surprise for a few seconds, the redhead gave a grin and a shrug. “Well, it was bad timing I came too late.”

Monique gave a grin, but she mentally smirked. “Yeah, if you weren’t outside playing spy, that is.” Shaking her slightly, the Club Banana employee took out a pair of scissors and took a few steps toward Yori. “Here, let me remove the sales tags and the alarm tag. I’ll ring it up along with the rest of your purchases up front. You can walk out wearing these clothes now.”

Blinking down at the other girl as she removed the tags, Yori kindly smiled at her. “That is generous of you, Monique-san. Thank you.”

Standing upright with the tags in hand, Monique waved at her with a grin. “Oh, it’s nothing. I think it’s better for you going out there in this outfit than that blue outfit you wore coming in.” She huffed and rolled her eyes. “Girl, you shouldn’t be wearing such a short skirt, displaying your legs like that. If you,” she pointed to Yori, “are dating him,” her finger moved to point to Ron next, “you shouldn’t be going around displaying your legs which will attract boys and men to you like flies.”

“Um, Monique?” Ron said, making all three girls turn to him, seeing he was blushing. He raised a hand and wiggled his fingers at her. “Hello, Yori’s boyfriend in front of you!” Rufus started laughing.

Realizing her goof, Monique turned to Yori, who gave a small grin, her cheeks blushing. “Thank you, Monique-san, and I agree.”

Turning to Kim, Monique saw her friend had her hand over her mouth, trying hard not to laugh out loud. Feeling her own cheeks heating up from embarrassment, the girl returned to face Yori and kindly grinned at her. “Get your original clothes out of the changing room,” she gestured with her head, “I’ll be at the register ringing up your purchases.” With that said, Monique walked away.

After watching her friend stroll away, Kim focused back on Yori and Ron, who were both grinning uncomfortably at each other. Yori broke the silence between them. “I better get my clothes.” She turned and entered the changing room.

Still blushing, Ron turned to Kim. “Well, that went well.”

Kim giggled. She felt somewhat sorry for Ron. “Well, Monique was right regarding Yori displaying her legs like that.”

“Which is true, Possible-san,” Yori said as she came out of the changing room with her original clothes draped over an arm and her purse over her shoulder. Her dark eyes rested on her suitor. “Ron-san, I have to be more careful now how I display myself to others, now that I’m attached to you.”

Kim bristled a bit at Yori’s choice of words. To her, Yori made it sound like she was already engaged to Ron.

Giving a confident smile, Ron waved his girlfriend’s concerns away. “Oh, don’t fret over it, Yori. If some guy comes on to ya, I’m not going to act jealous knowing you have eyes for me.” Yori smiled at that. “Besides, if the dude gets too pushy, you can always show him a few ninja moves and he’ll get the message.”

“You speak the truth, Ron-san,” Yori admitted. Her eyes turned to Kim. “Did you ever have men come on to you like that, Possible-san?”

Surprised by the question, Kim thought about it and came to a simple truth. “Come to think about it, I have not ever had a man tried to push himself on me. Not the boys in school or elsewhere.” She frowned. “The only guy to ever try to proposition me was Senior Senior Junior, given he thought I was his ‘soul-mate’,” she air-quoted with disgust, “due to that Animology craze last year.”

Yori nodded at Kim’s words. “Maybe because no man would dare to do so, Possible-san.” She grinned. “You are quite well known throughout the world, and any man would be foolish to push himself on you knowing you can easily defend yourself and do him great harm.”

Again, Kim was taken aback and realized Yori was right. No man would dare force himself on her, knowing she could mop the floor with him. She mentally grimaced though. “Does this mean that most guys are afraid of me to even take a chance of dating me? Is my freak fighting giving guys a crazy mental image of me?” She mentally groaned. “Oh, great. I hope my freak fighting is not going to ruin my social life.”

Walking past Kim, Yori spoke over her shoulder. “Monique-san should be ready by now.” Ron followed her, and Kim realizing both had passed her, trailed behind, still pondering the question of whether she would ever find someone for her.

After a few minutes, at the front register, Yori finished paying for her clothing, and Ron groaned at the number of bags sitting on top of the counter. “Man, Yori. You have to buy so much?”

The Japanese girl giggled while Monique, behind the counter, smirked. “Ronnie,” Monique said, “Yori said she needs new clothing to fit here in America. What she has here will do her good.”

“Hai,” Yori replied, still grinning. Monique winked at her, and her grin broadened.

Yelling and screaming alerted everyone inside the store to what was going on outside, where some people were running away from something. Without hesitating, Kim leaped into action with a determined face. “Let’s go, Ron!” She ran out of the store and headed toward the direction opposite of the fleeing people.

“KP! Wait up!” Ron ran after her as Rufus hopped into his pants pocket.

“Monique-san!” Yori cried out. “Watch over my belongings!” She quickly placed down her purse next to her bags of purchases before sprinting out of the store after Kim and Ron.

“Will do!” Monique called out, even though Yori was already out of hearing range. The African-American picked up the phone next to the cash register and dialed for mall security.

Running, Kim came upon a scene of three goons looking down at a frightened elderly couple sitting on a bench. The goons looked to be little more than 18 years old, and they wore scrappy clothing. No doubt these guys must have come from the run-down sections of Lowerton and were high school dropouts likely.

“Aw!” one goon stared down at the old couple. “Looks like we frighten them, guys. Poor old people they are.” His two buddies snickered, for one was holding the elder woman’s purse.

Kim glowered at them from behind them. “You leave them alone!” All three goons turned around to face her.

The leader snickered. “Hey, guys! The beauty here is telling us what to do.” One of his friends joined in laughter, but the third, the one holding the purse, was eying Kim warily.

“Uh, guys?” the wary goon said. “We shouldn’t mess with her. That’s Kim Possible.” Both his buddies turned to him, disbelief on their faces.

“And Ron Stoppable,” Ron grinned airily as he strolled up to stand besides Kim and crossed his arms. Rufus was glaring at the goons from the pants pocket.

The goon with the purse snorted a laugh at Ron. “Her sidekick is nothing. He’s a weenie.” Both Ron and Rufus growled at that.

The leader snorted. “I’ll handle the Possible chick. You two get out of here!” With a yell, he charged at Kim, who crouched to prepare herself.

The other two thugs tried to run past, but Ron tripped one onto the floor. He got up and turned to face Ron, looking down at him menacingly. “You pay for that, blondie!” he pointed to him before reaching over and pushing him onto the floor. However, he let out a large puff of air when he felt something in his crotch.

Looking up at the goon’s painful face, Ron wondered what happened until he looked down to notice the front sole of his right foot was exactly between the guy’s legs. The goon pushed him down, and when his back made contact with the tile floor, his right foot involuntarily came up to hit the bad guy exactly where to immobilize him.

Ron grinned, for the Ron Factor has worked once again. “Better put ice on that,” he said to the goon, before the guy fell over backwards onto the floor in a fetal curl, his hands going down to between his legs. Rufus has climbed up onto Ron’s chest and gave a victory cheer. “Score one for the good guys! Booyah!” Ron yelled as he high fived Rufus with a finger.

While Ron was dealing with one goon, Kim dealt with the leader. The leader had come right at her with his fist aiming at her face. The redhead dodged the punch, brought a fist into the guy’s stomach, causing him to bowl over. With the heel of her right palm, she smacked the thug in the face, causing him to fall to the floor groaning.

Kim flicked her hair out of her face. “You’re nothing,” she said with a victorious grin down at the groaning thief. She turned to face the elderly couple. “Are you okay?” she asked out of concern.

The couple grinned at her and nodded. “We’re okay,” the woman said, “thanks to you, but…” She frowned. “That third thief gotten away with my purse.”

Turning, Kim saw that the third guy had gotten away. Ron took down the second goon, yet leaving it open for the third to make his escape. She scowled at her and Ron’s failure.

While Kim and Ron were dealing with the first two, the third had run away from the fight. Yet he hadn’t run for long until a young Japanese woman was blocking his path.

“You’re not going anywhere, baka.” Yori looked angrily at him.

The young thug didn’t even waver. “Get out of my way, girl!” With his free right hand, he tried to punch her.

Witnesses around them saw what happened next. Yori quickly side-stepped to the right, grabbed his outstretched arm with her left hand, swung her right arm into the guy’s stomach, and using her right arm and the man’s forward momentum, flipped him upside-down and over onto his back. Upon hitting the floor, the wind was knocked out of him. The whole clash only lasted a few seconds.

With a smug, triumphant grin with narrow eyes, Yori placed her hands together and bowed down at the groaning bad man. “It’ll be your honor, baka, to wait for the police to arrive.” The man only groaned some more.

Kim and Ron were there when the mall’s security and a few Middleton police officers arrived. They questioned Team Possible and the elderly couple on what had happened while the two goons were cuffed and led away to a wagon outside.

Giving a frown, Kim spoke up to the head officer, a Sergeant. “I regret the third goon has gotten away.”

Looking over Kim’s shoulder, the Sergeant’s lips formed a grin and pointed. “I don’t think so, Miss Possible.” Both Kim and Ron turned to see a couple of officers were pushing the third goon toward them. One of the officers held up the purse, which made the elderly woman cry out in thanks.

“Good job in catching this guy,” the Sergeant said to his officers as he nodded toward the cuffed third thief, who was being led away out of the mall by two other officers.

Both men shook their heads and smiled. “It wasn’t us who caught him.” They parted to reveal Yori behind them, and Kim was surprised to see her while Ron was delighted. “This young lady here did the deed, Sarge. Witnesses said she easily back-flipped him like a rag doll.”

“Really?” the Sergeant said as he raised both eyebrows at Yori who bowed her head and grinned. “What’s your name, young lady?” he asked while his officer returned the purse to the grateful elderly lady.

“Yori Takana,” Yori answered. “I’ve recently moved to Middleton from Japan.”

The Sergeant nodded his head. “I presume you know martial arts?”

Yori nodded. “Hai.”

Before the Sergeant could say anything more, Ron walked a few steps to stand besides Yori. “Way to go, Yori! You busted the third baddie right on!”

Even Rufus nodded his head cheerfully. “Yeah, busted!”

Smiling at her boyfriend, Yori could see he was proud of her. “Thank you, Ron-san.”

Looking back and forth between Yori and Ron, the Sergeant could tell something was up. “Do you two know each other?”

Ron chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck, showing his typical nervousness. “Yeah, we’ve recently started dating.” Yori grinned at that.

Blinking at the news, the Sergeant smirked. “Well, that’s news.” He turned to Kim. “Seems you have a third team member, Miss Possible. If she knows martial arts like you do, your team will be stronger than it was before.”

Kim was dumbfounded. Yori? A member of her team? She just couldn’t wrap her mind around the concept. Yet she couldn’t deny that Yori had helped greatly. The leader of Team Possible mentally shook her head. For now, she just couldn’t accept the notion regardless.

It took a half an hour for the police to get all the information they needed before leaving. Only then did Kim, Ron, and Yori return to Club Banana, where an excited Monique was waiting for them to spill the beans. They told her what had happened, and after many minutes, the three departed Club Banana with Yori’s purchases.

So nearly an hour after foiling the robbers, Kim, Ron, and Yori were waiting on the curbside outside Middleton Mall for the bus to arrive. Kim and Ron have no problems getting home by foot, but Yori lived near the outer edge of the city on the opposite side from where Kim and Ron lived.

As they waited, Yori finally realized something. “Oh, I almost forgot,” she said as she opened her purse and pulled out a piece of paper, which she gave to Ron. “That’s my address and phone number, Ron-san,” she said as Ron and Kim looked down at the written paper. “Can you stop by tomorrow around 3 o’clock? I’ll explain to you then how I will be continuing my training.”

Ron grinned. “No prob, Yori. I’ll be there.” Rufus, from Ron’s pants pocket, bobbed his head in agreement.

“Good,” Yori grinned at him before eying Kim, who stood on the other side of Ron. “I wish for you to be there as well, Possible-san.”

This made Kim and Ron looked at each other in surprise before returning to look at the ninja girl. “You want me to be there?” Kim asked bewildered at the invitation. She understood Ron, but why her?

Yori explained. “Hai. You are both aware of Yamanouchi’s existence, and given you work together as a team, it’s best you both know what you’ll be told tomorrow.”

After a moment, Kim shrugged. “Okay, I’ll be there with Ron.” She still was confused though why she was included. After all, if Yori wanted to be alone with Ron, she wouldn’t even invite her.

The sound of the approaching bus made all three teens and one mole rat turned to watch as the vehicle pulled up along the curbside. Other waiting people began boarding as Yori picked up her many shopping bags.

Ron frowned in concern. “Yori? Are you sure you don’t need any help? I can go with you and help you carry that stuff.”

Slightly shaking her head, Yori grinned at him as she raised with her many bags. “I’ll manage, Ron-san. I’ll have help at home when I arrive.” She was about to turn to board the bus, when she reached over and kissed Ron on the cheek. Ron grinned warmly at her, and she matched his expression back at him. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that said, Yori boarded the bus with Ron watching her, and a minute or two later, the bus departed.

Seeing that dreamy look on his face, Kim shook her head a bit. “Come on, Ron. Let’s go home.” She turned and walked away, and Ron immediately followed. It was only last week that she had witnessed, for the first time, Yori kissing Ron on the cheek, yet this time, she knew Ron and Yori were dating. She didn’t show it, but she felt something inside just want to make her punch Ron’s girlfriend in the nose.

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TBC (End of Chapter 3)