Hayabusa

AN: I'm guilty of it as much as anyone, Ron always driving a Harley Davidson... time to get out of the box. Don't own KP, don't plan on owning it anytime soon.

Chapter 1: A Ghost On The Road

The shrill, powerful cry of the engine pierced the early morning silence as the bike and it's rider screamed down the empty interstate.

God why didn't I find out about this SOONER! His mind screamed as he leaned into the corner, not hitting the breaks, as he flew out of the curve he flicked his wrist again feeding the sport bike under him more fuel and air and making his already huge adrenaline high that much higher.

He was broken from his bliss with a look at the clock on the limited instruments... 7AM... Damn! I have to head to KP's place or she'll skin me.

Seeing a service road between the two ribbons of concrete he brought the bike down from speed, pulling a quick endo for fun as the turned back towards town and opened the bike up all the way... the front wheel came off the road from the sheer power, the rider accepted this with a sly grin under his helmet and enjoyed the wheelie.

He remembered his first time on a sport bike, during his time at Yamanuchi... as soon as he arrived in Japan he could not miss the culture that surrounded those beautiful, fast machines. After his defeat of good old Monte Fiske some of the other students had warmed to him and shown him around, since they were all bikers they had gotten him a sport bike to ride too. To his suprise even Yori had one, a pale blue custom Suzuki GSX-R750.

It was instant love. In the days he had left there he lapped tracks with them and tried out many bikes, they all applauded his skill, as with the Lotus Blade it was if he had been born to it, but one bike fit him better than the others. He had called and convinced his folks to release some funds from his 'Naco' account, he was bringing something special home direct from the factory... a brand new Suzuki Hayabusa GSX1300R Limited Edition, 200+ mph, painted white and silver, a ghost on the road.

Lets see how fast I can get there today. With that the front tire met the concrete and he flew down the road towards his second home.

From a ridge overlooking the highway a woman sat against her own machine watched the performance with deepening shock, she didn't know who owned that Hayabusa, she had watched the mysterious bike and it's rider mornings before but did not know who it was... But I will be finding out today! She mounted her bike and took off after it.

Kim was enjoying her cinnamon toast as she contemplated her poached eggs, she then heard the roar of an all too familiar engine enter her driveway... I wonder how much ground he covered this morning... how many stunts he pulled. She worried about Ron these days, ever since he returned from Japan two months ago with that bike he had been a slightly different person. The goofiness was still there but the clumsiness had faded to nothing, he was still the Ron she remembered but different.

He had explained to her how he began riding over there with some friends he had made and how he discovered how good he was at it, that was fair enough but now he was taking much bigger risks, he seemed to feed off of them... Adrenaline Junkie? Flashed through Kim's head. I thought I was the one with that problem!

Kim was unsure about all of this but with no hard info about his trip to Japan she was as in the dark about the whole sitch as she could be.

Problem was Kim Possible was never in the dark when it came to Ron Stoppable. His new physique, the confidence he now had all were a big mystery and all Ron would say when asked what happened in Japan is that he could not say because he had made a promise on his honour. Kim knew Ron's word was as good as gold and she had to leave it at that.

I have to admit though, the gear doesn't hurt his looks any. Kim thought as Ron entered the Possible family kitchen.

"Good morning Mr. Dr. P. where's Mrs. Dr. P. this fine Friday morning?" Ron asked the man behind the newspaper.

As he looked over the paper at Ron, James Possible responded, "Good morning Ron, she had early rounds, went in for 5am."

Kim looked over at her dearest friend talking with her father.

Ron was standing there in his favorite bikers suit, he had brought it from Japan, form fitting black leather with a large white stripe down the left side, it made him look like a super hero now that he had filled out a bit. He wore a set of designer sunglasses and held his helmet on his arm, the helmet was black with a large blue dragon painted on it accented with gold leaf. All in all it gave Ron an aggressive look he had never had before. He unzipped the jacket revealing a white T-shirt clinging to his muscular form, it had become his standard outfit.

Whatever he did over in Japan didn't hurt his body at all. Kim's mind stated before she caught herself. This is RON, friend not boyfriend! Another part of her mind screamed as her eyes lingered.

James Possible looked from behind his paper and asked, "How far out today Ron?"

"Well Mr. Dr. P when I looked at 7 am I was 50 miles out or thereabouts." Ron instantly regretted saying that as he saw James Possible look at the clock and grimace... 7:30AM... Dummy! Never give a Rocket Scientist enough data to calculate speed!

The paper was instantly down on the table and James was looking directly at Ron with wide eyes and a concerned expression, "100 mph Ron? Probably MUCH more than that because I will assume you obeyed stop signs." His look let Ron knew he didn't know which would be worse, the fact he had obeyed the stop signs or that he had just traveled 100 mph the whole way to be in front of him.

"Just getting some urges out on the open road." Ron blushed as he scratched the back of his neck with his free hand.

At those words James didn't say another thing and returned to his paper with a chuckle... If his 'urges' are that strong the open road is the place for him! James was also distantly envious of the young man's skill. He had owned a bike himself back in his younger years but after a spin around the block on that Hayabusa he knew Ron was in another league altogether.

As Ron looked towards Kim he couldn't help but wince as he noticed the shocked look on her face, Kim really didn't know how far he pushed things when he rode. She had just gotten a taste and it didn't seem to agree with her.

"Morning, KP", Ron said cautiously with a goofy grin as he accepted the hot mug of coffee from her, "How's it going?"

"Other than finding out my best friend is a maniacal crotch rocket jockey, not too bad." Kim gave Ron a scathing look, they both heard James suppress a laugh from behind the paper. For his part Ron nearly ejected the coffee he had just ingested, but managed to keep his cool.

"Maniacal? Me? That hurts KP," Ron faked a hurt look, "And for your information I DID stop at every stop sign, only rule of the road I broke was the speed limit." He stated solemnly.

The admission did little to appease James, his trained mind threw in a couple of hard accelerations from and deaccelerations to zero and when he came up with the answer, it was worse than 100 mph, if not for the paper both teens would have seen James Possible go white as a ghost... What has gotten into that boy?

Outside the Possible household a black sport bike slowly drove by... So he is HERE?... does she has a new boy toy? I need to know who drives that machine!

The feeling she had watching him that morning would not go away... uncontrollable lust.

She made her way around the corner and found a large bush to conceal her observation.

Ron polished off the last of his coffee as Kim finished her breakfast in silence. Ron's morning high speed dashes were creating a bit of tension for those around him he knew, while everyone wanted him happy, they also wanted him safe. He had an idea to let them see what it meant to him and get them into it too.

"I've booked some time at the race track in Lowerton this Sunday. Do you all want to come out and watch? My folks will be there to watch and the track rents sport bikes and riding gear Mr. Dr. P, you could have a go yourself if you want. So could you KP." Ron stated with a smile.

"I can't speak for Anne, but I'd love to come out and watch, maybe do a lap or two myself, how about you Kimmie-Cub?" James' face lit up as he spoke... this could be fun!

"Actually that sounds like a great way to spend a day, what time Speedy?" She teased. Kim had been to the track for her defensive driving course and had found it a blast. I wonder if it will be even more fun on two wheels?

"I have the track from 11 am to 4pm, so we have plenty of time to get in the groove before really opening the bikes up." Ron was glad they were coming, it would make the day much more fun... and possibly give me a Possible to race against.

"Come on Speedy, we have to head to school." Kim said twirling the keys to her personal ride, a nearly new green BMW 3- Series Coupe.

And she calls me 'Speedy'! She has done things with that Bimmer that would make her Father launch HER into space! Ron's mind laughed.

He quickly got ahead of Kim as they went through the house, his backpack had never left his back, she had to get hers. Outside he flashed her a quick grin before he put on his helmet... "Race ya?"

"As if Ronald! No racing for you today" Kim gave him the pout.

"Awwwww, all right." What else could he say... damned pout.

With that he strapped on his helmet, started the bike and hopped on in one fluid motion and proceeded to make his way quickly out of the driveway towards school.

She was stunned... the rider of that Hayabusa... It's that damned sidekick STOPPABLE! Her mind screamed, the lust was another thing, she had noticed his improved physique during their last encounter, now with the way she had seen him ride... I want him.

She quickly flipped her helmet on and hopped on her bike... Lets see if this morning was a fluke.

Ron's butt looks good in those leather pants. Kim's mind drifted as she followed Ron down the street. Upon realizing what she had been thinking she shook herself and muttered a curse. Then she saw a black blur approaching from the right... FAST!

"Sonofa..." Kim snarled cramming her foot down on the brake pedal as the black sport bike darted in front of her... Good thing a BMW has super brakes or that jackass would have eaten my front bumper!

She had been following Ron who had actually been behaving himself, he was a bit aggressive but he was driving in a very normal manner this morning.

The rider of that black bike seemed very intent on getting up close to Ron... What in the devil is going on here?

Ron heard the screech of Kim's brakes as they smoked the pavement... it was a sound he had heard before as she 'found the limits' of her new car on the back roads around town. He wished two people fit on his Hayabusa so he could show Kim where the real limits were. Yeah, he daydreamed, after that she'd have me committed IF she wasn't too busy kissing dirt. His thoughts made him grin broadly as he checked six and saw the Bimmer sitting back the road a ways and a black sport bike rapidly gaining on his right side.

Ron shrugged to himself and slowed for the lights as they turned red. Kim looks ok, no damage to her wheels, I'll find out what that rider wants soon enough.

He glided the bike to a perfect stop at the light, dropped his foot and gave the bike a quick rev as he waited for the mysterious rider to catch up.

OK, here goes nothing... She stopped beside him. " That's a GSX1300R isn't it, the Limited Edition?" She asked the man on the ghost beside her, not flipping up her visor, not wanting him to know.

"Yeah, it is, but if you wanted to know that you didn't have to cut off my friend back there." Ron said with an edge on his voice. That voice... sounds female... who the devil is this!

"Oh you mean the chick in the green BMW? She's fine, just gave her a wakeup call." The mysterious woman laughed darkly. "Are you up for a race with that beast against mine, hotshot? I watched you on the interstate this morning... I want to know if that was just a fluke or if you are really that good." She said, throwing down the gauntlet.

That sounds like fun... Wait... she was watching me this morning? Whatever, gotta get to school and keep my 'pout promise' to Kim. As for this rider... hmmm what about... "Not gonna happen today." Ron stated sternly, preventing any argument. "I'm on my way to school and the middle of town just isn't the place to decide this, if you can keep your leather pants on I have some track time on Sunday in Lowerton. You know the place?" Ron asked.

Not what and when I wanted but sounds good nonetheless... "Yeah, I've booked time there myself... What time hotshot?" She asked as the light turned green.

"11 am, sharp... I'll be waiting." He said as he took off for school.

I'll be there, I hope you'll be ready for what I'm bringing... on and off the track Stoppable. The woman grinned as she gunned her machine away from the intersection.

During the exchange Kim had pulled up behind them with her window down, she heard the challenge issued and accepted... Well at least he didn't fly off and do it now. Ron had definitely matured. Kim also noticed the other rider had a feminine voice... it sounds familiar but with that dammed helmet I couldn't tell who it was.

A honk behind her startled her out of her thoughts and she realized Ron and the mysterious stranger were both gone, with the light still green she made her way to school.

She had a bit of a mystery on her hands now, who was this woman after Ron to race? She comforted herself with the thought that Sunday was only two days away.

When I get to school Ron and I are having a talk, I want to know everything this mystery woman said.

Next: Chapter 2: A Ghost In The Night

This story is what you get from eating donairs and dreaming of motorcycles before bed. I do like the Hayabusa as a bike. It just has the look.

Truth be told though I am a four wheel guy at heart... Give me an Ariel Atom... look it up, better than any motorbike any day... Hmm, next story maybe?

Anyway Chapter 2 is in my head and sketched out and I'm on vacation for 2 weeks, after I do some work on my other stories and start perhaps 2 more I'll be back to this one. Enjoy!